One voice after another came from his ears, and the exclamation of Sanwei immediately sounded behind him, and the young man in yellow looked at the girl Xia who burst into tears in an instant, his mind was a little stunned, but his palms were inexplicably tight.

Either way, his instincts told him to catch the other person first.

If you catch her, you will grab the chips, and you will seize your own life!

He caught the ...... A person's chest, instinctively urging mana.

Five fingers into the flesh, but the man didn't react at all, grabbed his backhand, firmly clasped his hand, and hugged the other hand around his waist and held Miss Xia Lou in his arms.

"I ...... I didn't...... Do. Miss Kasumi said in a crying voice.

"You're doing a great job, even better than I thought. The man said.

"That'...... Then you help me kill him. Miss Xia begged.

"Good. Jusanro replied seriously.

......

......

"Eang!"

With a hiss, Kui Shen's huge body floated in the void, and Thirteen Lang gently put Miss Kasumi on the broad and flat back of Big Gray, patted her head again, and then slowly turned around.

Miss Xia was cursed in her body, and there was no way to calm down, and Thirteen Lang couldn't hold her against the enemy, so she had to let the big gray with the heroic spirit and the courage to protect the flowers bear the heavy responsibility.

Thirteen Lang, who turned around, had eight more bloody wounds on his body and a hole in his shoulder.

His right hand was held by Thirteen Lang, and the young man in yellow felt a thunderous force drilling into his body along his arm, and he couldn't give birth to the determination of a strong man to break his wrist, so he had to swing the sword he had just taken down and slash and insert it indiscriminately into the other party's body.

Because he wanted to protect the Xia girl, Shisanlang didn't move, and it wasn't until everything was settled that he turned his body around and really saw the face of the young man in yellow clearly.

It was a distorted face.

Overwhelmed by pain. Forget your thoughts because of shock, because you are dazed and confused, and you are frightened because of doubts, and you almost don't know where you are and who you are facing.

He couldn't imagine how someone could hide in the Poison Dragon Pool. He couldn't imagine how someone could turn his back on him, allowing him to fly his sword and slash indiscriminately, without any reaction at all.

The extreme shock made him forget everything, forgetting that this flying sword was not his most powerful means, not even a means. He has too many magical powers to use, too many treasures to wield, but strangely, his right hand is held in the palm of Thirteen Lang, and his left hand is holding Kasumi's flying sword. It seems that he is reluctant to throw it away.

"Let go, let go of me, you let go of me!"

He was like a frightened madman, slashing and screaming wildly, not realizing that the other party was just a monk who was about to break through the ranks, and he was a super master who was about to step into the ranks of the great monks.

The scene in front of him was beyond the limits of the imagination of the young man in yellow. Even if someone told him that Thirteen Lang was Yudan, he couldn't believe it.

What monk would have such guts? Which Yudan has such ability, which Yudan will do such a thing, which Yudan ......

"Enough of the cuts?"

Thirteen Lang's questioning interrupted his speculation, and looking at his opponent whose body was spurting blood and his face was extremely calm, the young man in yellow reacted by nodding.

The flesh had direct contact with him, and it was the inseparable kind. What about the middle of the infant?

The young man in yellow nodded, but he couldn't nod, because when Thirteen Lang spoke, the hand that had just been vacated also waved. A slap in the face.

"Smack!"

The extremely humiliating slap slapped the ears of the young man in yellow like thunder in everyone's hearts. One can't imagine how a Yuanying monk in Weishenme would become a woodcutter, and why another monk would become a ......

What has become of it?

"Three days ago, your subordinates in the north were dead. ”

A resounding slap blew up half of the gums of the young man in yellow.

"Four people in the south, and half a day ago died. ”

Another slap hit the left ear of the young man in yellow, but blood rushed out of his right ear. His left hand was dancing wildly, and he still held the sword in his hand, but he didn't know that his opponent had not grabbed the sword, but he could always go around the sword curtain and land on his ears accurately.

There were a thousand big drums, eight hundred gongs, and thousands of unjust souls roaring in his head, and the sea of knowledge was chaotic, and the slightest thunder jumped and shuttled, stirring into a quagmire.

He was deaf in both ears, and strangely enough, the other party's voice was heard unusually clearly, calm, indifferent, without a trace of fireworks, only endless torment.

"Just now, the guard in the eagle's nest has died, and the butterfly, which is not real and unreal, has become food. ”

With another slap, the jaw of the young man in yellow disappeared completely, and under his bare nose was a half-open mouth that couldn't be closed, but he let out a wild roar.

He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure out how all this happened, he couldn't figure out where his three iron guards went, why Mei Niang disappeared, and he couldn't figure out why he couldn't raise his mana and gather his spirit.

He couldn't figure out why he couldn't even mobilize a trace of firepower, and the other party was obviously inferior to his own cultivation, but there was an irresistible suppression in his hand, as if it was ...... Ancestor of Flames!

The Burning Spirit Flame, the Red Lotus Karma Fire, the Heavenly Tribulation Fury, and the Golden Crow Extinguishing Fire, all of them are the extremes of flames, and all of them are existences beyond his reach. However, the two of them are connected by entities, flesh and blood, and the suppression in them is what he can imagine.

A newborn dragon cub may fail against a tiger, but if the baby dragon has bitten the tiger's neck and has seen blood...... What will happen to the Tigers?

What's more, can the young man in yellow be considered a tiger? At best, he is just a relatively strong pig.

The young man in yellow didn't understand this, but he realized one thing from the other party's words, he still had something to use.

The female butterfly who was wounded to death.

"Whew!"

Like the dying wail of a wild beast, the young man in yellow finally made up his mind, called out in his heart, and slashed with his sword in his left hand.

This time, he cut off his own hand!

The blood light flickered, and a wail sounded, and a gray butterfly that was more than a foot big appeared in the air.

The young man in yellow broke free from his confinement, and his body flew back with a roar of rage.

"Devouring ......"

"Is that you!"

Thirteen Lang's voice brought emotion for the first time, and the boundless black shadow exploded. Before the young man in yellow could see what it was, the gray butterfly was surrounded by flying ants in the sky.

A look of despair instantly swelled up in his eyes, and the gray butterfly ignored the call of his master at all, and his body shook into hundreds of dead butterflies, turning around and wanting to escape.

Where to flee?

In terms of speed, fierceness, and quantity?

Either way, it falls to the downside. No, not at all.

If it is on a par with the Soul Wearyant during the period of total victory, the Flying Ant may be able to win, and the price paid will not be small.

Right now...... It's total abuse.

What will be the outcome of dozens of flying ants facing a butterfly......

The young man in yellow was in despair, and the pain of his broken arm reminded him that this battle could not be fought any longer, although he had now seen that his three guards were holding back the rest of the enemy. Mei Niang is also confronting an enemy who can't see the shape clearly, and all she needs to face is a monk who is a monk......

But he didn't dare, he really didn't dare, he was frightened, his soul was shattered, and he was seriously injured irreparably. Lost a little courage from Zuihou.

He didn't even understand how it felt to be so scared of himself. It's like a mouse falling into a cat's mouth, and a lamb facing a tiger, without the slightest courage to fight, not even the courage to look at each other.

But he was unwilling, unwilling to die like this, and even more unwilling to die in this land of sin slaves. Be a part of sin.

He raised his hand, threw away the flying sword that brought boundless evil consequences, pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows, and his body turned into a fireball, teleporting away.

More than a dozen feet away. The figure of the young man in yellow was revealed, and he was just about to cast the spell again, but his eyes suddenly became dull.

Opposite him, two cold gazes appeared, and two staggered ...... Palm!

"Smack!"

There were two muffled sounds, and the head of the young man in yellow shook left and right, and there was chaos in front of him.

He was unwilling, did not believe, raised his hand and clicked again, in order to spit out a mouthful of essence blood, and ran away again.

The result was the same as the previous time, with two sharp eyes in front of the faint flower and two slaps on the left and right. The difference is that this time there is an extra kick.

Burst!

There was a clear cracking sound from under his crotch, and the young man in yellow jumped high like a prawn that had fallen into boiling water, and fell back to the same place again, making a cooing sound in his throat, and kept spitting out lumps of meat, and he couldn't stop.

He couldn't walk anymore, he couldn't even fly anymore, let alone teleport, what magical powers. The mana in his whole body was scattered, and the Yuan Ying in his body was dancing with his hands, and he couldn't make a decent magic decision.

"Bang bang!" the two voices sounded almost at the same time, and his legs were shattered by a palm, connected with two layers of flesh and blood, which hung softly on his body, like two waving white flags.

The young man in yellow was wearing a yellow shirt, but his pants were white, he thought it was very handsome, but it was actually a bit of a mix.

Realizing that he had weakened to the extreme, Jusan Lang finally stopped and began to cast true spells and supernatural powers.

"Seal, seal, seal!"

One by one, layer by layer, in a moment, I don't know how many forbidden rings were punched into the body of the young man in yellow, the villain wanted to struggle, but Thirteen Lang punched through the belly with a volley, and then pinched it hard.

Everything stopped, and the young man in yellow at this time, except for a body of abundant mana and half a breath, was already a dead man.

Monk, what is a monk?

It's a god!

What is a monk who has no courage, who can't fight, who doesn't have the heart of a strong man?

It's trash! It's crap that's worse than a pig!

......

......

The battle next to him was still going on, and it was very fierce, and the three guards were fighting fiercely with the three cards and two demon cultivators, and it was difficult to tell the result for a while.

Thirteen Lang turned a blind eye to this, as if it was not worth paying attention to at all, and there was no need for him to worry.

"Break her curse, I'll kill you. ”

Thirteen Lang pointed to the girl Xia who had a withered expression but unusually bright eyes, and said to the young man in yellow without doubt: "This is your creation. ”

"Ahem...... Cough...... You're a fool to me, you're ...... Ahh

I have to say that the monk's Taoism is really magical, and the young man in yellow can still speak, but no matter how he hears it, his voice is like a toad that has leaked the wind, hoarse and desolate, as if he is calling spring.

"This young master is the young master of the Huoyan Xinghuo Spirit Victory Sect, if you dare to kill me, the entire starry sky will remember your breath...... Ahh

A red-hot filament was inserted into his body, and it drilled down the veins near his heart, and he couldn't imagine what kind of pain, what kind of horror and despair it was, and he couldn't imagine it without feeling it himself.

"Do you know how many blood vessels there are in a person?" Thirteen Lang looked at his face seriously

"Believe me, in the past and this life, you can't carry the past. ”

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...... (To be continued.) )