"There are two ways to eliminate obsessions, one is to defeat or simply kill the person who brings them obsessions, and the other is to admit defeat and don't think about it at all. ”

"You regard the result of Dabi as bigger than the sky and heavier than life, I won't. I won't fight you until you cure her first. ”

This is what Thirteen Lang expressed, in a way that is obscene and evil, but is recognized by Yelian.

Yelian is not invincible in the world, there are too many people who have the ability to humiliate her, but Thirteen Lang can't, absolutely not!

She is a student of Wulei, but she doesn't have to obey Wulei's arrangements in everything, especially when it comes to her own Taoism, she can't ignore it.

She can't be as decisive as Thirteen Lang, and she doesn't dare to bet on whether the other party is really willing to give up Dabi for a woman who doesn't have a deep relationship.

She had no choice but to say yes.

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After all the things, Shisanlang did not continue to be shameless, and took the stage under the gaze of the audience.

On the platform, two wheelchairs are facing each other, and the four eyes are calmly looking at each other, like two performers, ready to give a wonderful performance.

"I'm not going to let you die easily. Yelian said very seriously.

"I'll try to kill you. Thirteen Lang gave a sincere response.

Two powerful men each spoke what was on their minds, and the battle broke out.

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The purple, pink, blue and red four lotuses appeared together, forming four staggered killings of light and dark. The heavy killing machine locks the breath of Thirteen Lang, and even if it is thousands of miles away, the outer layer of the space will also follow him.

Nine spatial doors blocked the heavens and the earth, and the blurry powder blocked the skylight. At the same time, it also locked the bridge between the heavens.

Seven purple leaves provide the tightest protection for that delicate body, and at the same time, they also linger like shadows.

The orange-red fire swept in all directions, sweeping away all the breath that did not belong to this world, and nothing could be hidden.

A green dragon travels through the sea of fire, petite in size, but with an invincible ruthlessness and arrogance.

Yesterday. Yelian suffered humiliation for the first time in her life, but it was not for nothing. One of the most important things is that she is more aware of it than before. Thirteen Lang must not be given a chance.

When fighting, the person hardly looked like a normal person with emotions, any slight flaws. The slightest negligence or even hesitation will be captured in front of him, and then infinitely magnified, and Zuihou can only drink hatred.

Yelian doesn't think she's weaker than Jussanro, but she understands that she's nowhere near strong enough to crush her opponent, so she is cautious about this fight.

Yelian shot first, and the shot was full strength.

Purple is beautiful, the powder is delicate, and the purple powder is one, that is, the fat powder.

Fat powder is a woman's favorite. Make beauty more beautiful, soft into softer, beautiful to the extreme and soft to the depth, neither can be seen.

If you see it, you die.

The blue light is cold, the red lotus is scorching, and the blue and red are alternate. Also known as Qinghong.

Qinghong is the name of the sword, and it is also a symbol, which is used to describe the strongest to the sharpest, the sharpest to the extreme, and the unbearable.

If you carry it, you will die.

In the flag array, four lotus flowers form a shijie. The colorful glaze inside, colorful light and shadow gallop and intertwine, like a beautiful painting.

The sky became dark, and the sky seemed to be dazzled, and the vision of the sun was a little chaotic, and then I couldn't bear to see it with my own eyes.

In the painting, a figure is jumping, flashing a dark and dull light.

but it will be darkly illuminated.

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The four lotuses worked together to lock the heaven and the earth, and Thirteen Lang gave up the idea of teleportation after only a little feeling, and stood up.

He leaped forward and soared into the air with his wheelchair.

There was a sword in the air, and there was a sword in his hand, and the sword struck against each other, and there was no due roar, only a clear sound.

In the clear sound, the Qingguang small sword flew diagonally for dozens of feet, as if it was a stone slapped by a big hand. The little sword let out an unwilling roar of rage, reflexively rushed again, and was knocked away again. ...,

Unlike ordinary monks with Edgeworth, Thirteen Lang was not proficient in swordsmanship, so he adhered to the idea of using force to reduce the method, and swung his sword flat.

It's like using a stick, or a knife.

The gesture is clumsy and ugly, but it works.

The speed of the small sword was too fast, and Jusanro slapped it with the surface of the sword like a ball, his sword was so large that it was swung in his hand like a door panel, and no matter how tricky the angle of the small sword was, it could not escape the ramming of the body that swept across one side.

The sound of the impact was too dense, and the speed of the small sword was too fast, so that what people saw was a blue light swirling around Shisanlang's body, weaving a circle of green shadows.

"Whew!"

After receiving the Qingguang small sword's attacks that were more and more fierce one after another, Thirteen Lang was finally able to accurately grasp its trajectory, turned his face into a blade, and swung it heavily.

Brilliant brilliance flashed in the air, and people's eyes were occupied by a crystal white, without a trace of variegation.

There will be a time when the two will eventually face each other.

The roar ended, and so did the wailing.

The big sword let out a roaring roar, like a rooster singing angrily, and the blue light sword tossed and rolled upside down, splashing spirit and resentment along the way, and there was a hint of horror.

Thirteen Lang's sword is not an ordinary flying sword.

It is the treasure of Buddhism, worshiped by all the people for thousands of years, and it is a thing that cannot be touched by the great monks. Through the hands of the ghost road, there is the essence of the thousand-year-old sword, and then through the method of nine forgings, the painstaking sacrifice, how can it be compared to Liu Huan's knife.

With the eyes of the ghost Dao, he also appreciates this sword; with Mr. Big's experience, he must have a little envy; such a sword, although it can't be compared with a divine soldier like Tianjue, it is not too far behind.

If it weren't for the fact that the time of Thirteen Lang's cultivation was too short, if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't really practiced the way of the sword, and his understanding of the sword intent was not profound, this blow would have cut the small sword into two pieces.

It's going to kill it!

The flying sword has a spirit, this big sword that has been designated as the main sword of the meridian jianzhen, but has not yet been named, is in the hands of Thirteen Lang, just like a good general who has not met the Ming Lord, and has the ambition of leveling the sky. But he could only slash and dance like a butcher, adding a lot of resentment.

As soon as he repelled the enemy, the big sword was like a peerless warrior with his hands tied, and after being repeatedly provoked by a child, he finally broke out his finger and finally popped out an angry finger.

Carefree!

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After the small sword was shot, he retreated, and Thirteen Lang's figure also reached the highest point.

Facing the raging sea of fire, he endured the feeling of numbness and sleepiness all over his body. Ignoring the purple leaf that was about to approach his body, his body rotated half a circle, and he swung his arm again.

It's swinging a sword.

In his realm at this time. In front of ordinary opponents, you can also pretend to be chic, and temporarily put on a sword cultivation style. However, the opponent at this time is Yelian, and Thirteen Lang can only return to his true colors. Return to the old business.

The greatsword roared with rage and disdain, slashing diagonally from top to bottom, and slicing through the atmosphere with an incomparably brutal and brutal attitude.

Pink Lotus's whimper was drowned in the roar of the sword, like a curtain on the gum, split in two.

Witnessing this scene, the daughter was sad, the reckless man was pitiful, and the scholar caressed his forehead.

The audience let out an unbearable sigh.

In the sigh, the remaining eight pink leaves complained in unison, and a touch of pain appeared in Yelian's eyes. In an instant, it was replaced by cold.

In the sigh, the powder that enveloped the audience vibrated with a vibrating, as if she couldn't bear the raging Jiao Niang, and let out a soft moan.

In the sigh, the purple leaves spread. Like a curtain covering the sky, the body of Thirteen Lang was wrapped, and then slowly tightened.

With a sigh, a ray of sunlight shone in from the haze, casting a shadow at Thirteen Lang's feet.

Thick shadows were wriggling. ...,

Jusan Lang is beating.

The purple veil was trembling.

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When the giant sword was slashed, Thirteen Lang looked like a drunk man who had exerted too much force, and his body stood upside down in the air. The purple curtain then caressed his body. Like countless spirit snakes climbing and sticking, their upper bodies were instantly tied into zongzi.

But it didn't trap Thirteen's legs.

I don't know weishenme, but the purple leaf that can knead the magic weapon of the giant bell into a copper stick can't help the ugly and gloomy wheelchair!

The wheelchair felt the pressure everywhere, the armrests popped out, and its backrest was extended, and even the two wheels went from upright to flat, like a snake awakened.

Wheels, handrails, backrests, a few simple things stirred in the purple curtain, holding up a piece of the sky.

His arms were tied to death, and Thirteen Lang's mana struggled twice and couldn't get rid of it, and his heart was full of awe.

With his current liliang, let alone a piece of cloth, even an iron rod, a flying sword, or a copper stake can't withstand it. Now with all his strength, he can't tear the cloth made of lotus petals!

Not only that, but the mana in his body also showed signs of solidification, as if water had entered the Xuan Ice and was about to be assimilated into crystal.

In terms of quality, this lotus leaf is not lost to most of the high-grade magic weapons, and even surpasses it. This is just an ordinary magical power of Yelian, even if you think about it with your feet, you know that she must have a more powerful and irresistible treasure method, waiting for Thirteen Lang to enjoy.

"Thankfully, there are still feet. ”

In vigilance, Thirteen Lang comforted himself in his heart and brazenly stepped out.

The feet are like the wind, the feet are with the wind, countless knife-like wind whirlpools are coiling on the toes, and the thirteen Lang heads and feet, and the feet alternate in the purple curtain, rolling up gusts of wind.

Sketch, stomp, fan, smash!

His feet were like hands, even more dexterous than ordinary people's hands, and he spread out in the wheelchair to expose the gaps, spreading out and moving in every square inch.

With the cross!

Let's make an assumption, Thirteen Lang, who was tied with his hands tied, only had half of his strength left, and Zilian, who was propped up by that ugly chair, could only exert half of his power, half to half......

That is, full strength.

If he can't even deal with a magic weapon, what is there to talk about a decisive battle with Yelian.

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There was a strange scene in the air, with Thirteen Lang lying head down and feet up, dragging a purple cloud from the sky behind him. The purple clouds were constantly surging, undulating, as if they were enveloping countless fierce beasts and countless knives. The thunderous roar and the sharp roar intertwine to form an echo that resonates with the chest. People looked at the accelerating figure with demented eyes, wondering if he would burrow a hole in the ground if he smashed his head like this?

Will it fall to death?

"It's handsome!"

Yan Meng, who had just woken up, ignored the instructions of the barbarian to meditate and nourish his spirits, and jumped to his feet and waved his hands and shouted.

Echoing her cheers, the sky was stormy as a balloon exploded.

Countless fragments flew in the air, and they let out a moan of grief and crying.

An evil scene.

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In one go, it shouldn't be bad, no typos, your veteran will look at it.

The next chapter will be late, really will be late.

Old guns.

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