The sound spreads in all directions, and the four sides are unified into the ear and into the cone, and fiercely pecks into the sea of knowledge.

Having never seen such a magical power, Le Hongtao's body shook three times, shifted three feet, and blood flowed out of both ears at the same time.

A black silk came silently, black thick, black bright, looking like silver rays jumping; the black silk penetrated the space, and it still looked so sharp in the dark mist, directly around Le Hongtao's neck.

This is to be, to his life.

The sneak attacker refused to say a word more, half a word, and followed the attack by means of lore, acting like an assassin.

Are there assassins in the cultivation realm? Of course there are. Like the mortal world, a monk who is good at stealth, good at seizing the right moment, and leaving no room for violent attacks, can become an assassin.

The black silk is sharp, and the steel can also be cut into two sections, not to mention the flesh and blood. Le Hongtao, who was hit hard by Zhihai, didn't have time to react, his body was still shaking, and he was wrapped around his neck with black silk, and his head flew up but he didn't die.

"Who is it?"

On the side of the flying head, the half that was originally shaking like an afterimage became solid, and Le Hongtao's expression was hideous to the extreme, frightened to the extreme, and angry to the extreme.

"Stand-in puppet?" exclaimed the surprise attacker, a little pity, not a disappointment.

There are thousands of Taoist methods, and the puppeteer occupies an extremely important piece; the top puppeteer has a magical method, and only a wisp of the monk's soul can make a puppet that is exactly the same as the original body, and can die at a critical time. Needless to say, the more powerful the monk, the more difficult it is to make a substitute puppet. It seems that the kind used by Le Hongtao simulates its ontological divine breath so realistically that even a small point can be deceived, and Canglang Star is already the extreme.

If it weren't for the fact that this kind of puppet can't grow, and it needs to be recuperated for a long time to keep its breath consistent, it can be compared to a clone.

The deputy envoy of the Dao Alliance, the son of the throne, is really not so easy to kill.

Black Silk kills, kills people and turns back again. Le Hongtao, who escaped the catastrophe, didn't have time to escape, but he had time to slap his backhand to his chest.

"Heavenly ghosts!"

The black silk is fast, but it is always fast but the arm is flapped, the palm falls and the chest is convex, and Le Hongtao suddenly has an extra face on his chest. Miserable grimace, green eyes, sharp teeth and tongue several meters long. It shot out like lightning and rolled upside down, and it was pulled back with black silk and swallowed into the stomach in one gulp. There was a muffled snort in the distance, and the three-foot girl staggered out, her eyes were sinister, and her lips were bloody.

Le Hongtao was stunned and scolded angrily.

"Little Brute"

"Little brute!"

The same rumor above his head scolded angrily, and the violent killing intent went straight to the top door, and there was a vicious wind that frightened the air.

The seven-zhang long knife Mount Tai pressed the top. It is faster and more violent than black silk, and there is almost no gap. Before the knife arrived, the red light had submerged the surroundings, and the red light blinded people's eyes, and Le Hongtao's heart suddenly gave birth to a deep panic, as if the chicken boy looked up and saw the evil eagle, and the lamb fell softly in front of the fierce lion.

Unable to breathe for a moment, Le Hongtao suddenly realized. The sound that came out before was different from the little girl's muffled snort, and it wasn't her who really threatened her. Rather, it comes from the top of the head.

"Tie up the immortal rope!"

At the moment of life and death, every potential from the blood to the soul was stimulated, and Le Hongtao still didn't have time to do more, so he raised his head, opened his mouth, and spit out a ball of hemp rope.

Real hemp rope. It is tangled into a clump, with knots at both ends, and it seems that you can see the sweat stains left when you rub the rope.

The hemp rope disperses when it encounters the wind, swaying into a golden rope chain, twisting like a snake and looking up like a dragon. Instantly wrapped around the knife that didn't even have time to see the shape.

The golden mangs were released, and the sound of twisting and pulling was tooth-souring, and pieces of iron were peeling off one after another, accompanied by a popping sound. Like a giant python strangling a wild bull, tightening and squeezing its internal organs, squeezing its bones, and squeezing the blood fountain.

Although it is not a magic weapon, the demon slashing knife that has never been destroyed has been strangled into a ball of twisted scrap iron.

Evil Spirit Ball, Shocking Roar, Space Silk, Demon Slashing Knife, hastily attacked, replaced by ordinary god monks in the face of this kind of attack, if you don't die, you will have to give up your body. Le Hongtao defused the chain of three kills without preparation, except for the loss of a stand-in, he seemed to be unharmed.

"Who are you!"

Getting a little respite, Le Hongtao roared angrily and turned over and retreated, his expression suddenly changed greatly.

The deputy envoy of the Dao Alliance has endless hole cards, how can his opponent not be, when he has been focusing on the battlefield for a long time before, how could Thirteen Lang not know how strong Le Hongtao is, and this time he came to prepare more than three kills for him.

"Definitely!"

Killing is killing, no greetings, no narration, the word exit, the figure of Thirteen Lang followed, and the surrounding fire and thunder pool instantly ignited.

Along the way, until the three-sided cliff joined the battlefield, Thirteen Lang took pity on the mana and refused to use it, even if he used the heavenly absolute in order to kill the heavenly fox, it was immediately put away after the instantaneous. At that time, the consideration was to escape, and mana was particularly important; in case he couldn't save Yelian and couldn't stop the demon hunter, Thirteen Lang could only take the students to pack up and run away, and slowly try again.

The battle changed too quickly, and despite a series of fierce battles, Thirteen Lang didn't really use his mana much, and he still remained in full condition.

Now I don't need to, it's finally time to fight Zuihou, and I don't have to think about what fight lasts anymore. When the knife fell, Thirteen Lang ran his cultivation with all his might, and the three methods of the sea of fire, hurricane, and thunder pool were applied at the same time, encompassing a hundred zhang of space.

The thunder arc jumps, the wind whirls into knives, and the sea of fire flutters like a tide in all directions, not to turn it into ashes, just to trap him in it. Enough to kill the magic means of ordinary gods, Thirteen Lang only wanted to be trapped for a moment, delaying a breath, in order to still strike a blow to the head.

"Heavenly ghosts!"

Life and death are in a hurry, the feeling of chilling runs through the soles of his feet from the top of his head, Le Hongtao's body can't move, and he roars angrily in his heart. The face of the heavenly ghost moved from his chest to the top of his head, and he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue again.

Stand-in puppets, heavenly ghosts, and bundled immortal ropes, none of them need to urge mana, and this kind of treasure that can be automatically protected by warm cultivation is not only rare, but its own quality and the price paid are even more unbearable than ordinary people. Without abundant financial resources in exchange for the support of all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, the monks will not only delay their cultivation because of this, but may even eat their own bodies.

"For the Father, I will give you three blows to save your life, and if someone forces out these three treasures, flee quickly. ”

The heavenly ghost came out, and the words of Xuanjizi's warning also appeared in his heart, Le Hongtao's face was pale, and his eyes were full of disbelief. At this time, although he couldn't move, he had already seen the appearance of the sneak attacker and his cultivation.

In the seventy years of the Outer Lands, I don't know how many bloody battles he has experienced, and no one has ever been able to force him to such a point. The other party is only a great monk, and he makes himself so embarrassed by the convenience of a little sneak attack. Embarrassed to death

I'm going to die.

The heavenly ghost attacked, grinning fangs and flicking his tongue fiercely, his expression suddenly froze for some reason, and his whole face froze in place, and a thin line appeared in it. Silently, the face, which was not flesh and blood at all, split in half. A black silk dimmed out, its momentum was more ferocious than at the beginning, and after cutting the grimace, it grabbed in front of the Guanghua above and slashed at it, hunting like a knife.

"Kill!"

The cheer was crisp and unspeakably angry, and Xiao Budian was really angry for the first time.

If the space silk is so easily swallowed by an evil ghost, what qualifications does the space power have to be called the fiercest in the same level? Perhaps this title is a bit exaggerated, but it also shows the characteristics of the space power. They usually don't have too many fancy tricks, they rely on a fresh move, and they are invincible.

has been with Shisanlang for a long time, and Xiao Budian has slowly contracted some "bad problems". Like just now. She was fully capable of confronting the Heavenly Ghost and even killing it, but considering that it could not be done overnight and that the damage to Le Hongtao was not great enough, she let it drag it into her internal organs. Originally, I was going to go inside and exert my power again, but I didn't expect that the heavenly ghost was not a soft persimmon, and after closing his lips, he also formed a closed space, which made Xiao Budian almost lose his sense of his supernatural powers.

What is the space power most afraid of, or the most fearful? The same is space. The Heavenly Ghost has a spatial attribute, and reaching its level, it is no longer possible to grow by eating and drinking. Discover this spatial spell that is different from it. The Heavenly Ghost was overjoyed, and immediately began to "refine". Trying to get a glimpse of the truth.

Touching can be bypassed, and space is extremely rare, so you have to find an opportunity. From the point of view of the heavenly ghost, a small point is its chance, and swallowing the space silk is equivalent to finding death for others, but it is equivalent to a big supplement for it. The premise is: time!

Unfortunately, what it lacks most is time. In a series of crises, Le Hongtao summoned again in a very short time, and the heavenly ghost was reluctant but could not disobey, and was forced to launch in the hope that he could return quickly. outcome

The sky is absolutely split, Le Hongtao's body is imprisoned, and Xiao Budian finally finds an opportunity to kill the ghost that almost hit him in one fell swoop, and then he and his father take the lead, vowing to win the first credit.

"Roar!"

As soon as his body regained its mobility, Le Hongtao let out the strongest and most poignant howl and fell on his back.

There was no time to dodge, so he could only squat down and lean back at the same time, buying time for a fatal blow. In the line of sight, a dazzling gaze was facing the tip of his nose, and a black silk opened in front of him, and the fierce killing intent penetrated through the skin, making Le Hongtao's face a dense layer of red dots. Compared with it, what made him even more frightened was those eyes, looking at Le Hongtao's gaze so calm, like the wind blowing dead leaves, of course.

The battle only lasted for a moment, and Le Hongtao had already turned back and forth three or four times in front of the Ghost Gate, which was an experience he had never experienced, unimaginable, and even more unacceptable.

"Ancestor!"

With a long roar, a look of horror and despair appeared in Le Hongtao's eyes, perhaps because of this, his eyes suddenly turned gray and covered with a layer of fog.

The disemboweled fish was sent into the pot, the old lion broke his waist, the flying bird lost its wings, and the hungry beggar lost half of his steamed bun, and this was the look in his eyes. Death-like gray filled Le Hongtao's eyes, and he looked as if he had lost his soul, but he was able to counterattack suddenly.

The gray color flew up from its eye sockets, it didn't look fast, but it was as fast as lightning, it was a lightning, a thunderbolt, a thunderbolt that crashed and killed everything.

The black silk broke in an instant, and Xiao Bu spurted out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth hard before leaving his lips and tongue, and swallowed it back. The gray thunder continued to xiangshang, and the sword and the person flew together a thousand feet, turning over and falling.

Three cracks appeared on the tip of the Heavenly Sword, the center, and the position of the handle, as if they were about to collapse. The big sword roared angrily, sounding like a dragon chanting and unwilling, as if something was about to wake up.

The defeat of this battle is not unfavorable, but the person with the sword is too uncompetitive, and the ability to play is less than thirty percent, how can he be invincible.

"Nian Shen Thunder!"

With smoke coming from top to bottom, full of death from head to toe, Shisanlang bounced up and fell down again, snorting and roaring.

"You are"

"Good ability, I can actually recognize it. ”

Le Hongtao regained his clear gaze, with unforgettable hatred in his eyes and a thick sneer.

"This seat, there is more than one father!"

(To be continued......)