Hero is a very taboo word for Thirteen Lang, compared to saving people, his knowledge of killing is much more profound, and it is more in line with his heart

"It's not usually good to die. ”

This is Thirteen Lang's assertion to the hero, he has too many wishes and too many responsibilities, and he can't easily give away his life.

In the current situation, it is honestly not cost-effective to save people, firstly, it will delay time, secondly, it will make the fish more dense, the target will be more consistent, and the attack will naturally be more compact and ferocious.

In the face of such a large number of fish, one more person and one less person is just a difference in the length of support, and if the human side cannot change, it will inevitably be defeated in the end, and all of them will become bait.

The kind that doesn't have a hook.

That fish ancestor has a lot of background, if he has the idea of killing the general, Thirteen Lang should seize the opportunity, saying that he has not yet figured out the details of the human race, and it is likely that he will not be fully awake or recover when he suddenly kills the killer. With the tugging of a few outlaw monks, it may not notice the movements of Thirteen Lang for the time being, and the chances of success will naturally increase.

On the contrary, there is no need to go into details, except for Fatty, no one here can help Thirteen Lang, but the Fish King may concentrate his energy because of the concentration of human beings, and then detect this great enemy, and plan a more ferocious offensive and block.

Ci is not in charge of the army, the wise words on the battlefield.

Thirteen Lang is ruthless, and he has nothing to do with those monks, no matter from the overall situation or morality, the death of a few people will not make him feel the slightest burden, let alone any uneasy feeling of peace of mind. And from a certain point of view, Thirteen Lang and his entourage can be said to be affected by several people, and it is not an exaggeration to have resentment.

However it is not known weishenme. After all, he saved the two first.

"Is it because her surname is purple?"

During the rush, Thirteen Lang still had the heart to think of this, and then laughed at himself, gathered his thoughts, and rushed towards the center of the lake with all his strength.

He had noticed that the salamanders would kill each other and devour each other under certain circumstances, once the old ancestor was removed. If there is no civil strife in this kind of fierce and uncontrollable thing, then it is really called a ghost.

Right or wrong, the outcome of this battle is already tied to him. According to the experience of the autumn hunt, Shisanlang can only seek to behead the generals among the ten thousand armies and disintegrate the opponent from within.

Resume one's former profession. Shisanlang seemed to have returned to the past, wrapped in the wind and blood, and walked indifferently under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, so generous and high-spirited.

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The salamanders were like a rain of flat shots, and arrows flew sideways, and they swooped down on the hurricane one after another, and then died. However, dripping water can still penetrate stones, let alone these fish, which are far stronger and more numerous than water droplets, with the urging of the king. They are like mad dogs beaten with chicken blood, manic and fierce far more than before, and the momentum of the flutter is like a storm crashing on the shore, shattering endlessly, endlessly.

The hurricane is still strong. But he could no longer empty all the fish as he had done at the beginning, the meridian sword of the re-sacrifice hissed in his palm, and the fat red tongue swirled and swept across, not allowing evil to stain his clothes.

At the speed of Thirteen Lang, it is indescribable to start with all its might, after ten breaths. He rushed to the shore of the lake, and faintly saw the large figure in the center.

That's not a salamander, at least not the shape of these loaches in front of you. It is more like an octopus dragging an ant-like fat buttocks, with eight tentacles on which there are countless suckers and hooks, exuding a cold light.

Its eyes were gray, small, and had a rich dead color, but between them was a spear-like spike, which could reach more than a foot long.

The most striking thing is the belly, which occupies nearly two-thirds of the body, and if you measure it with a ruler, you are afraid that it will be nearly ten zhang! The skin on the belly is not as bright as the salamander, but is covered with reticulated lines like blood vessels and meridians, and if you look closely, there is a sense of transparency, as if you can see the eggs in it. ...,