Ben Thunder roared, a single arrow broke the soldiers, the third son's right fist was halfway raised, and the scale armor of the left fist was all over the place, colliding with it head-on.

The people who got close saw that the tip of the arrow was shining like a diamond, and countless straight lines were torn out of the air around it, and cracks were caused by the vibration of lightning when it pierced through space. If you zoom out and slow down time, it is clearly an incomparably sharp cone, lifting the scales, breaking through the flesh, tearing the meridians, and piercing the layers of white bones.

The layers refer to the face, the body of the three sons is as huge as a mountain, and the arrows are like an unstoppable scalpel, and because the bones and flesh of the three sons are clearly distinguished, it looks like a face that has been penetrated one by one.

The cone enters the body, passes through a thin hollow, and leaves the tidal current and mud behind, which are crushed in the whirlpool of the wind, and then elongated into a straight blood channel. At the same time, a thought arose in the hearts of those who saw this scene, the arrow did not seem to be advancing, but backward, like a mortal master pulling a bloody tendon out of the dough, and like a slingshot in the hand of a naughty boy, pulling it apart and releasing a stone with a blood-colored tail flame.

Miko's feeling was different from everyone else's, he punched, twisted, and swung his feet, and the three faces were furious like demons, and the smell of fishy or shining breath poured out of his mouth and nose, and his vision became blurred. At this time, Sanzi was hit hard, and felt that a bee had stung in his left hand, a bamboo stick had been pierced in his left arm, and a nail had pierced his right palm, and at the same time, a giant hammer was blasted in his mind.

Each time it was heavier, each time it was more intense, and of course it hurt more and more every time.

How so?

Because the arrow is too fast, the arrow is too sharp, and it feels like it is too late to keep up when entering the body. Until the damage is formed, and the power is exhausted due to layers of obstacles. The five senses gradually became clear.

"Roar!" the roar turned into a miserable howl, and the third son staggered back. Suddenly, I felt that the right foot, to be exact, the small area on the upper heel of the right foot, had been bitten twice by a snake, and the steel wire had been strangled dozens of times, and then there were knives, guns, swords, halberds, nails, hammers, rakes, and even pots and pans, and Zuihou poured a bucket of boiling oil.

How so?

Because Lan Shan and the other three of them shot according to Blood Dance's orders, the attack focused on the ankle of the three sons, or parts. After figuring out the attack he was subjected to, Sanziji couldn't help but think, how could they aim so accurately in such a small place?

The so-called small. In the eyes of Lan Shan and the others, that place is afraid that it is similar to the doors and windows of ordinary people;

The ankle is brittle, physiologically speaking, it is actually called Yamagen, and the three sons are strong, but no matter how strong he is, he is also human. Walking upright requires the strength of the muscles and bones, and cannot be separated from the limitations of the earth's support. If the mountain has no roots, it will not stand, and if it does not stand, it will fall, so it will fall. Pushing the golden beam and pouring the jade pillar, the three sons' mountain-like bodies sat down with a bang, smashing out a puff of smoke and dust flying in the air. smashed the stone platform that carried the blood tripod, and smashed many flowers and plants that did not exist.

Until this time. The vigorous blood like a flower spurted out, in an instant. Around its body, a tide of blood surged like water, turning into a veritable quagmire. The third son's thick left arm disappeared halfway, and a pit exploded in the middle of his right palm, like a hideous mouth.

"Ahh

Halfway through the short howl, the second arrow came to his head, and the third son suddenly felt a little happy in fright, because he felt that the liliang that had solidified the two dragons had dissipated at this time, and the surrounding purple qi had also swept in front of him, so he waved his arm desperately, turning blood into a roar.

"Pioneer the land!"

Groundbreaking, the third son does not have such high ambitions. He named his supernatural power the opening of the mountain, and the opening of the mountain has been broken, and the opening of the land is the prison, and the prison is sealed, and the arrow that must be remeasured must be sealed.

It doesn't matter whether the three animals are three lives or not, the key is that no one knows better than the three sons how strong their bodies are; when an arrow is shot like this, their confidence has begun to collapse from top to bottom like thunder heard by a snow-capped mountain, and it can no longer be stopped. If it weren't for the fact that the Heavenly Bow hadn't caused the changes in Heaven and Earth, and if he hadn't felt any changes in the laws of Heaven and Earth, he would almost have thought that Thirteen Lang had perfected it and become the first spirit treasure in this world to be fully used!

The third son felt that his hands could not be saved, and perhaps it was so serious that he lost his life directly.

Die, die!

When the word death was so clearly displayed in front of him and in his mind, the three sons were soaked, the green tendons in the six eyes jumped, and the three of them roared to the sky.

"Three lives turn around, and the blood body will not be destroyed!"

In front of him, under his body, in his body, a great change occurred because of this roar. Directly ahead, the two cangs were long and tailed together, whistling and circling and twisting into a ball of purple qi, and then turning into a whirlpool with swirling. Before and after the mouth, the whirlpool is like a net to catch a fish to meet the second arrow. Underneath the body, the blood mud mixed with the yellow sand surged upward, connecting with the severed arm with blood, and quickly turned into a new hand. At the same time, the head of the bull in the middle of the three screamed violently, like the hollowed-out surface began to collapse inward, and the fur gathered and the flesh gradually lost, as if transferring life.

Turning the head into a body, the third son was able to maintain his combat strength, and it also proved another thing: when the demon beast faced the test of life and death, its instinctive habit was to rely on the body, rather than the magic power that seemed more powerful.

The sound of the upheaval, the double dragon and the arrow in front of him, the action of the third son did not stop, the injured right arm swept in a circle, like swinging a group of pinballs, sweeping away the five major repairs, including the gun king, and the sky was full of red plums. Among them, at least more than ten magic weapons in the Blue Mountains have been completely destroyed, the ink pen of the Hundred Flowers Fairy has cracked, and the demon whip has been broken into two; there are even spear kings who use their fingers as guns, and dozens of forcible attacks have been destroyed; and there is a violent shock on the newly acquired body of the blood dance, as if a phantom has popped up.

By just a fraction of a second, he would once again have only a primordial spirit, and he would never have a body again for the rest of his life.

Since the moment the Mir landed, Blood Dance and the others fought for their lives, and every time they did their best, they were all hit hard, and they never got a chance to breathe. Nowadays, they don't have enough mana but can fight, but their bodies and spirits can't support them at all. The combined force is only comparable to the blow of the three sons, and the situation of the five monks is down, which can be called the tiger falling in Pingyang.

The three sons were not much better than them, and the five of them paid so much price, although they could not completely destroy their right arm, they looked like cripples. Its flesh and blood were scattered and almost completely lost, and its bones were scattered and barely connected into strips, like an ornament made of a string of white bones. If you look closely, you can find that the body of the third son is much shorter at this time, from nearly thirty zhang to twenty before, and his expression is shrive.

There was more than one side of the battle, and the most critical and most worrying thing for the third son was the arrow, and while sweeping away the five people, the third son forced the newly condensed left hand in front of him, and the five fingers clawed into a claw to grasp the approaching whirlpool.

The feeling of not being able to grasp. The vortex of dragons and purple qi was not pierced by the arrows, but was pushed towards its chest like a larger awl. Miko watched as it approached, shrunk, closer, slipped through his fingers, and then closer, and shrunk

When it touched the skin or fur, the dragon vortex completely dissipated, and only one point of light remained of the arrow, which touched the chest of the third son like a dragonfly, and dissipated silently.

"Haha!"

Horror, surprise, surprise, ecstasy, and a cry of disbelief. In a moment, the third son seemed to have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, experienced countless hardships in the world, and finally found that when he arrived at the Pure Land, it was just a dream.

The arrows were indeed dissolved, but the people did not. Two arrows later, the young man who was advancing like a flea was almost on the verge of arriving at the battlefield! What's even more amazing was that he somehow waved his hand slightly, and suddenly there was a wave in front of him, which was closer to Miko, and there was a ripple, twist, spin, and crack, and then a door was opened, and a man walked out.

A small, cute, plump, twisted little girl.

The three sons of the space supernatural power and the god cultivator had thoughts spinning in their minds, and they couldn't help but want to ask the heavens: Am I dreaming?

The time for it to think was too short, and when the little girl appeared, her two pink hands gently patted together, and then they parted like a wire and really pulled out a silk thread.

A line that is no weaker than the palm bow.

Holding the thread with both hands, the little girl half-turned and looked in the direction of the third son, her immature face was full of solemnity, and her middle finger flicked lightly.

The silk thread was gone, and it appeared on the top of Sanzi's head across 10,000 meters, like a brush. Beside him, Thirteen Lang swept by like a swift wind, and his dissatisfied voice admonished.

"Again, it's not cost-effective to hurt others and yourself, you need to grasp the severity. ”

The third son couldn't understand this sentence, and wondered if he was saying too heavy or too light?

The black silk fell, and his mind woke up from the condensation, the third son tilted his head, and his upper body fell back very simply, and at the same time raised his left arm and his almost crippled right hand that had just made no meritorious achievements, and faced the black silk with the breath of death.

The body was suddenly cold, but there was a heat flow under the buttocks, and at the same time there was a feeling of being pushed by a hard object, and the third son still hadn't been able to figure out how all this happened, and he couldn't help but think in a trance: This body is so strong, how can it not even crush a stone?

Stones? Well, how can there be so many stones?

Everywhere there were stones, silver with black glows, wings, and mouths, stones that buzzed to pierce eardrums. Two of the rocks were particularly large and sharp, and there was fire on them, lightning flashing, and wind.

Oh, those are not stones, they are hideous ants, and the two biggest ones are fists, the fists of the thirteen!

The third son understood, so he raised his hand and waved his fist? What about my fist? And my hand, this seat has just condensed the blood body, is it invalid?

The fist wind blew in the face, the pig's head was instantly beaten into a pig's head, and the twenty-zhang body flew out of the air, and the three sons wailed silently.

"Broken days, I can't get by!"

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(To be continued......)