Arrows are like meteors, Jiang Fan is not dead, because it is not the arrow that comes first, but the line that does not seem to be real.

Several things happened one after the other, no, almost at the same time.

The gesture of the little one is very strange. After getting the information, Xiao Budian turned around and took a serious look at Ao Chong, nodded and curled his pink fingers, and flicked it gently.

Looking at its appearance, it seems that if you want to give the other party a gift, you need to aim well.

The black thread suddenly disappeared, and Xiao Budian looked focused, and his hands were like pinching an embroidery needle in the air, first pulling them to the sides, and opening his hands as if they were sticking together pockets.

A flower appeared on the light film in front of Jiang Fan, and a black flower that could be copied by a horizontal knife decapitation. In the center, a furrow as wide as a palm, as long as a zhang, and countless radial lines on both sides form a flower that can be swallowed even by the eye.

Let go of the flower, Xiao Budian's face turned white, and the three neatly combed braids on his head exploded silently, and the drape fell just to cover a trace of bright red on his lips.

Retracting his hands, Xiao Budian was thinking about what to do next, when he suddenly saw Thirteen Lang coming from afar with a strong wind, patted her head lightly when he passed by, and said reproachfully: "Next time, don't be so strong, hurt yourself." ”

Xiao Budian did not respond, and it was too late to respond. Now she is still far from manipulating the space, and she can only focus on one thing without distraction. In terms of combat awareness, she stayed at the designated position, the designated time, and the designated way to launch the attack; as for what force to use and what to do next, the requirements were too high.

Thirteen Lang didn't let Xiao Budian do anything again. From beginning to end, all he did was save half an arrow with the help of his daughter. Don't give your opponent enough time to come up with a countermeasure. The results are not satisfied, and the small tasks are certainly overfulfilled. But he also endured Xueding's counterattack completely, and he was injured.

The fighter plane must not be lost, and it is too late to say too much to Xiao Budian, Thirteen Lang turned into a meteor, grabbed Jiang Fan from the place where the light mask was before flying, and disappeared into the air with trembling wings. Behind him, Xiao Budian lifted the three strands of hair in front of his forehead, slowly loosened his tight lips, and let out a long breath.

This was her first mission. Liliang is as big as it should be, and what is it to be shocked by the point

Thousands of meters apart, through the blood tripod light mask, Ao Cheng felt the tip of his nose slightly cold, and then he was stabbed by the light point that pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows, and he almost shed tears, and then he heard several clicks and crunch sounds.

A brilliant giant dome on the top of the head, hanging upside down from the yellow sky, and surrounded by silver clouds on all sides. Encircle the entire isolated island and close it towards the center, a mountain of meat emerges from the sea on the left, and the long tongue flies in the air, and the ghost shadow flickers on the right, and the roar seems to sound from the bottom of the heart.

Directly ahead, the high-crowned red shadow raised its head to the sky. The flames that rushed to his face could not hide his calm and indifferent eyes.

There was a sharp earthquake around him, and his eyes were blood-red

Jiang Fan's mind was chaotic, and his eyes were stunned as he watched the light mask crack and crisp. until it completely disintegrates. Then a gust of wind sounded in his ears, and a ray of light flew by. A blood groove had been cut out of his shoulder, and then he saw Ao Chong's face suddenly red and swollen. Wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

One hand twisted him up from behind him, and a majestic business passed into Jiang Fan's body from the palm of his hand, and he threw and smashed it forward after galloping, smashing it into the face that Jiang Fan hated to tear and crush and swallow into his stomach.

"Give you a chance to get revenge!"

There was a sharp earthquake under his feet, and his eyes were blood-red

The red-robed monk who had lost his right arm kept staring at Jiang Fan's "bird" face, watching him desperately tear the indestructible light shield with his mouth and claws. I don't know weishenme, he feels that the person who looks like a bird and a man is a little familiar, his heart is sour and bitter, hateful and angry, sad and resentful, his mind seems to have hundreds of faces constantly flashing, countless mouths keep yelling, some let him go east, some let him face west.

The red-robed monk had a splitting headache, he wanted to close his eyes but couldn't close them, he wanted to open his mouth but didn't know what to say, he only felt that the sour water in his stomach kept surging up, and when he felt that it was difficult to support it, he suddenly saw a line, a flower, a red, and heard a loud roar, a long howl, and a clear sound.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain.

Somehow, his companion suddenly went crazy, bit him on the side of his neck, and sucked hard. At the same time, the red-robed monk felt that something suddenly appeared in his body, a person to be exact, a person exactly like the one who was biting him.

The two identical people inside and outside the body both opened their mouths, sucking the blood of the red-robed monk, eating his flesh, pulling at his tendons, and at the same time constantly devouring his vitality and soul. The mana was lost, the energy dissipated, the body spun wildly in the air, and there were bursts of roars and shouts in the ears, as well as countless punches, kicks, and supernatural explosions.

Bang!

The whole shijie shook violently, and the surroundings were blood-red

The red-robed monk forgot to struggle, he was incapable of struggling, he couldn't understand how it all happened, he couldn't understand how his own heart was getting more and more painful, and he didn't understand that he weishenme was so uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than dead.

The vitality passed quickly, and the red-robed monk could not see the surrounding scenery clearly, but his mind slowly became clear, and he remembered in a trance that he was originally a member of the Demon Palace monks, and this time he was ordered to go to the blood domain, and he was tasked with restoring the ascension channel. afterward

What happened then and what happened?

Where are you, there are people fighting around you, and what are you doing, or rather, alive or dead?

"Definitely!"

With a clear sound, the red-robed monk's vision became clear, the surrounding scenery was finally frozen, and most importantly, after a shocking collision and scream, his body finally broke away from the control of others and became himself.

Those two mouths were gone, and I don't know if it was because he was full or because his blood was not fragrant enough, the red-robed monk didn't care about this, and he didn't want to ask again. He knew that he was about to die, maybe soon, so he stared at the face close at hand and asked, "Jiang Fan?"

The reason for asking. Because Jiang Fan's face really doesn't look like a human face, it should be called to brush an eggplant with some white and red paint. Then pinch a few more gourds, and insert a dozen feathers into a few horizontal cuts. That's what he looks like now.

Jiang Fan collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath and vomiting blood, and replied with difficulty: "It's me." ”

The red-robed monk thought for a moment and said, "I'm Gong Yu. ”

Jiang Fan was slightly flustered, grinning probably because he wanted to laugh, but in the end, because it was too painful and bitter, he couldn't help but give up, nodded and replied, "You are still the deputy envoy." ”

Gong Qi sighed, wanting to turn his head to look at the battlefield that was still roaring around him, and realized that he couldn't do it. So he asked, "What happened to me?"

Jiang Fan looked at him for a while, and replied honestly: "The Dao foundation has been abolished, the Yuan Shen has been taken away, the meridians have been broken, the vitality has lost ninety percent, and the bones are five hundred and seventy-four." ”

Gong Bai was stunned, and said with a wry smile: "What about the others?"

Jiang Fan was silent for a long time and said, "My fault. ”

Gong Bai was silent, and only said in a half-loud voice: "Who is fighting over there?"

Jiang Fan looked up. As if to confirm again, he replied: "Xiao Shisanlang, and Ao Chong, the eighth son of Shanjun." ”

Ao Chong, the eighth son of Shanjun, Gong Tong Wei Leng, and at the same time understood what Jiang Fan's previous sentence "my fault" meant. Have the heart to ask why. Gong Yi thought that this story was probably a bit long, so he gave up the idea, sighed lightly and said, "How are you now?"

Jiang Fan replied, "It's okay." ”

Gong Tong said sourly: "The barbarians are barbarians in the end. None of them will die. ”

This sentence should have a sarcastic flavor, Jiang Fan's answer is still so honest: "Rest for a hundred years." Repair may be able to recover. ”

Gong Tong thought for a moment and asked, "Who can win?"

Jiang Fan said without hesitation: "Xiao Shisanlang." ”

Gong Yi was silent for a moment. said: "I have to let the Demon Palace, and the Demon Palace monks here, know about this." ”

Jiang Fan was stunned, hesitated and said: "The matter is not over yet, I don't know if I can land on the shore, since Xiao Shisanlang has reached out to help, presumably"

Gong Tong shook his head with difficulty and said, "You can't count on him." ”

Jiang Fan was silent, thinking in his heart that he couldn't count on anyone, he couldn't count on me. But Gong Tong thought differently from him, and said seriously: "Live, watch carefully, pass everything back to the Demon Palace, and this seat will give you a chance." ”

Jiang Fan froze again, and at the same time was slightly angry in his heart, secretly thinking what is this called, can I do it or not, besides, you are already a dead man at this time, what chance can you give me.

Gong Yi seemed to understand what he was thinking, and continued: "Every monk in the palace who entered the blood domain has lit a soul lamp and left a drop of natal essence blood. ”

Jiang Fan didn't know why, and after waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't say anything, he couldn't help but ask, "I know." And then?"

Gong Tong said: "There is a road for three lives, and there is no door for six. ”

Jiang Fan was in a fog, and he didn't wait for the following words, and said angrily: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Gong Yu replied, "The palace may know that there are Mountain Monarch disciples hiding in the Blood Domain team. ”

Jiang Fan opened his mouth and stammered, and then roared angrily: "What did you say!

Gong Bai smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know much, I can only tell you this." ”

This should be the truth, although Jiang Fan is not good at scheming, he also knows that it is impossible to know too much as Gong Tong, so he vomited a mouthful of blood in anger and said, "And then?"

Gong Tong said seriously: "Survive, no matter which of the two of them wins, you have to find a way to live, and live to transmit everything that happened here back to the Demon Palace." ”

"Hehe, hehehe, haha!"

Jiang Fan daxiao, he understood what Gong Yu meant, and knew that he still had something to say. To be a cow and a horse, to be a donkey, to be a dog and to be a slave, Jiang Fan must live, even if he loses his mind. As long as he returns alive, with the soul lamp and the natal essence blood, the Demon Palace may have a way to know everything he can know.

"Message, haha, message!"

Smiling and laughing, Jiang Fan suddenly cried again, and after three sounds, he suddenly stopped and shouted: "The other chief and deputy envoys also know?"

Gong Tong nodded vigorously and said, "They may not be alive."

Jiang Fan interrupted him and said, "I will try my best to live, and I will tell everything if I meet other chief and deputy envoys, and if they die, I will tell others." ”

Gong Tong said with relief: "That's good"

Jiang Fan interrupted again and said, "I won't return to the Demon Palace, never." ”

Gong Tong smiled slightly and said with a wry smile: "What's the pain?"

Jiang Fan didn't want to listen, and said in a cold voice: "Now tell me, what is the opportunity you are talking about?

Gong Tong looked into his eyes and said, "There is a mark on the back of my head, you cut it off like a magic weapon to warm and cultivate, and it may save your life at a critical moment." ”

Jiang Fan sneered and said, "You are like this, why didn't you see it save your life." ”

Gong Tong said bitterly: "Don't pretend to be confused, Ao Chong is clearly your barbarian cultivation method, otherwise how can you recover." Planting the Tao is not a relinquishment, it does not hurt my life, and I have lost my mind, of course this seal will not be stimulated. ”

Jiang Fan's expression changed drastically, and a trace of pain flashed between his eyebrows.

Gong Yu said: "This seat does not remember your grudges, as long as you promise me, you must pass on everything that happened here back to the Demon Palace." Especially what Xiao Shisanlang did, it must be word for word, and not a single bit is omitted. ”

After a slight pause in his voice, Gong Yi sighed lightly and said, "Of course, the premise is that he wins this first."

There was a loud bang in the air, accompanied by a muffled snort and a wail, and the tired but still clear voice of Thirteen Lang sounded at this time.

"Bastard, you're going to die. ”

(To be continued......)