Eight people, eighteen angry eyes, all stared at Thirteen Lang.

The reason for the extra pair of eyes is that the lieutenants of the Ninth Branch are a pair of conjoined twins, who share a body, but have two heads and four arms, two souls that are closely connected, except that they cannot be separated, they are two people at all.

One against nine!

There has never been a precedent in history, even if the Sword Venerable Venerable who was the first to dominate the Dao Academy, he only challenged one by one, and fought one by one with unparalleled sword intent.

Xiao Shisanlang, he is looking for death!

Looking for death or not looking for death, such a thing on such an occasion is a humiliation for several vice generals. Each of them is the best of the houses, and the twins have a strength that no other branch master can match, and they are only relegated to the second place for some special reasons.

A good man must be proud, and a proud man cannot accept this humiliation, nor can he accept this challenge of smearing filth in his face.

But they couldn't refuse, and they didn't want to, and in fact, a few of the nine breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts and were a little happy.

Whether it is humiliation or not, no matter how difficult this humiliation is, as long as the fight begins, as long as the young man is blown into pulp, everything can be vented.

Everything will come to an end.

Eight people are on standby, and nine people are gearing up, like wolves and tigers.

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Facing the tiger wolf, Shisanlang still had a good time, and arched his hand to the deacon with a worried face and said, "Please give the teacher an order." ”

The deacon was still in a daze, and did not answer for a while.

Shisanro adhered to the rules of Dabi and said again: "Please the teacher announce the start of the competition." ”

"Uh......"

Deacons are in a difficult situation. His eyes moved from Thirteen Lang to the nine people, and then to the nearly 10,000 students in the audience.

The audience was silent, and the sound of the wind blowing the hem of the clothes could be heard.

Having experienced countless storms and waves, the deacon is accustomed to seeing strange things in the arena, and he can't remember when he last hesitated. At this moment, however, he hesitated.

The deacon's eyes for help turned to the Chuan Gong Cliff, hoping that someone would intervene to stop this ridiculous fight. At least don't let yourself be monitored.

"I'll come. ”

His efforts were not in vain, and Xi Guxi, the chief instructor of the Forbidden Building, who did not show up on the first day, flew to the battlefield and said in a sharp and cold voice: "This fight. I'll take care of it for you. ”

No one objected, and the deacon obediently handed over the command flag, thinking in his heart that whoever loved would die. It's good if Lao Tzu doesn't die.

Gu Xi took a deep look at Thirteen Lang, tried his best to raise his middle qi to the fullest, and shouted loudly: "The first battle of Ziyun begins!"

The first battle of Ziyun?

Tens of thousands of people in the audience silently clenched their fists in their hearts.

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The nine people around him did not move, and Thirteen Lang sat down peacefully, and said in a soft voice: "I know that you are no longer innocent, but I still want to warn you, it is still too late to withdraw from the competition at this time." ”

Quitting means throwing in the towel. Quitting in such a situation is undoubtedly more ridiculous than admitting defeat. After listening to Thirteen Lang's words, there were three daxiao in the nine mouths, three angry laughs, and two sneering. There was only a wry smile.

The one who smiled bitterly was a bald man, and among the nine faces, he was the only one with hesitation on his face and a slight flickering in his eyes.

Jusan Lang glanced at him.

The big man's smile was even more bitter, thinking that you are roasting me on the fire, how vicious and cruel you are.

He didn't need to look at him to know that there must be a few cold and gloomy eyes behind him at this time. What I think in my heart is probably not a heavy reward and a future.

Thirteen Lang glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze and said, "I understand, they are all quite personable." ”

Nine against one, no matter how shameless people are, they are embarrassed to strike first.

The aura shone, the magic weapon was sacrificed, the shield scorched the spirit beast hissed, and several people were fully prepared, just waiting for Thirteen Lang to launch, they would launch the most severe counterattack, trying to kill him in one fell swoop. ...,

"In that case, let's make a sort. ”

As if in response, Shisanro smiled around and raised his hand to point at an old man with a thin body but an extremely loud voice.

"You're the first. ”

After that, the sound of wind and thunder in the field was loud, and Thirteen Lang disappeared without a trace along with the wheelchair.

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When Shisanlang disappeared from the same place, the battlefield also changed from extremely quiet to extremely moving, and with the sound of loud shouts, the battlefield seemed to be smashed into the lake by countless meteorites, setting off a monstrous flood.

A high-pitched sound sounded, and a blue-winged colorful phoenix had anger in its eyes, and its feathers several feet long swept through the air, rushing straight behind the old man. At the same time, a whistling sound swept past him, and a black python whip swept through the air, and the target was the entire space within a few feet around the old man.

The golden lion roared, with its fangs and sharp mouth combined with its innate keen sense of smell, and rushed across as soon as Thirteen Lang's body appeared.

A sea of fire filled the air, black smoke covered the sky, and there was a bluestone giant as thick as a mountain, roaring, running, and pounced in the same direction.

It wasn't them who arrived the fastest, a blue flying needle shot into the ground, and then shot into the air from the ground, and its target was the soles of Thirteen Lang's feet. Insidious and vicious is not anyone's patent, each of the nine is experienced in a hundred battles, how can there be a lack of fierce people.

Ran Buzhen's movements were also very fast, but he did not join the siege, he opened his mouth, which was not much smaller than the basin, and inhaled a breath of heaven and earth breath like a whale, and his body expanded violently and shrunk suddenly.

Seven-colored auspicious clouds surged out like a fountain, and in the blink of an eye, the small battlefield was filled with colorful clouds, leaving no gaps. Ran Buzhen's body was condensed by half, turning from a mountain of meat into a majestic giant, and continued to lose weight.

No matter where you are, you are all seven emotions shijie.

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Everyone knows that Thirteen Lang has obtained He Wenliu's snow crane wings, and has the ability to teleport temporarily and not many times. If his opponent was any one of the eight, this ability would be overwhelming, but at this moment, Jusan Lang needs to face a full eight opponents, and no matter where he stops, what awaits him is an overwhelming bombardment.

Fight in such a situation, teleport. And what good can it be?

There is also Ran Bujing, who is the best at procrastination in the field, and now the entire battlefield is in the coverage of the Six Desires Dao Method, once the time drags on, don't say the battle, don't say that in the face of everyone's pursuit, there is no way to escape.

Magical powers, magic weapons, spirit animals, law phases, interference. Except for the fact that there is no formation that takes time to set up to take effect, the battlefield instantly gathers all the means that the monk can use, not to mention such a bombardment. Even if it's a primordial baby, even if it's an old monster in the middle of the primordial infant, what's the basis for it and what to carry.

No formation? There are arrays on the battlefield, and the names are four elephants!

The green dragon roared, the white tiger cut its tail, the Xuanwu shook the armor, the vermilion bird hissed, and the four spirits and four elephants emerged from the void, fighting for the spirit and ending of the battle, encompassing Fang Yuan.

In a very short period of time, the old man Huo Ran turned his body, and his frightened eyes met those of Thirteen Lang. Raise your head to the sky and roar.

"It's not fair!"

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Laugh and kill.

The eight of them all understood one thing, Xiao Shisanlang would definitely have the ability to defeat or kill one or two, or even more people, but the old man didn't understand that Weishenme himself was so lucky. He listed it as the number one target.

In terms of strength, he is neither the strongest nor the weakest; in terms of background, he is neither the thickest nor the thinnest; and in terms of hatred, of course, he is not as good as Ran Bushu.

Weishenme will be himself?

Just because I laughed loudly!

The old man's heart flashed with anger, his eyes flashed with poison, and his body retreated. And suddenly shorter.

One of his arms disappeared into thin air, but the other became extremely thick, and the flesh essence in his body seemed to be devoured by the monster hidden in his right arm, and then exploded. ...,

"Kwai Spirit Spell, Birth Gathering Method, Scatter! Condensation!"

With the old man's shout, the leg-like arm exploded in all directions, turning into thousands of black fleshy tentacles, circling and tangled in all directions, and gathered towards the head-on figure.

The stench spread in all directions, and dark spots appeared on the old man's face, and his skin peeled off like a gray wall that had been eroded by countless years of wind and rain, and his lips rolled up, and his gray teeth were exposed to the air, and saliva continued to flow.

"Get out of the way!"

With such a life-consuming method, the old man did not want to kill his opponent, he just asked Shisanlang to leave, to face the violent attacks around him, to find the bad luck of others, and not to be entangled with him, an old man in his last years.

Of course, if you can trap the other party, if you can make him stop where you are for a moment, that is the most ideal ending.

The silky black silk obscured the space, and at the same time blocked the old man's sight, in a trance, he felt that the silver light in front of him was blooming, and the sound of the hurricane was clearly audible, and he couldn't help but think, how could there be silver light?

The next moment, the evil wind rolled upside down, and the whirlpool of wind broke through the silk wall, piece by piece, and bursts of black rain fell from the air, as if countless sharp blades rolled over, crushing everything encountered.

It stinks even more!

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The dean once said in person that if he talked about the comprehension of the wind, he was afraid that he would not be able to compare with Thirteen Lang.

A wind whirlpool and a knife, Thirteen Lang Zhou's body is surrounded by the wind whirlpool, and the number is thousands of dollars. The howling hurricane had a rebellious aura, and with great disgust and disdain, it passed through the black silk and struck it.

The black rain was in the sky in front of him, and the sun was shining behind him, at that moment, Thirteen Lang was like a wild dragon spinning and rushing, breaking through the black wall with a crushing momentum, and suddenly came in front of the old man.

"No ......"

The old man's pupils contracted violently, and the panic in his eyes turned into despair, and his supernatural powers were unfolded again.

"Kwai Ling Becomes ......"

"It's late. ”

Shisanlang stretched out his hand and patted the top of the old man's head, and the hurricane outside his body retracted towards his wings, and his face turned white.

There was only a fluttering sound in his ears, and the crystal wings flashed a wonderful trajectory in the air, and Jusan Lang disappeared again.

There was a roar behind him, and the four spirits collapsed under the siege of seven or eight to divine powers, and the four elephant arrays built by Yuan Chaonian himself, which were more powerful than the previous Thirteen Langs, only supported less than three breaths before they collapsed, and the array disk was also destroyed.

The old man only made half a syllable, and his lipsless mouth stood in place in astonishment. His legs were changing, as if something was surging out of them, and he hadn't had time to finish it.

The next moment, a stream of scarlet came out of his nose and turned into a torrent.

"Bang!"

It was as if a watermelon was smashed flat by a slab, making a crisp popping sound, and the old man's head exploded with a bang, followed by the body, and zuihou was the legs.

The battlefield shed the first drop of blood, slightly dark.

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"The second one is you. ”

Finding that the old man was so vulnerable, Lan Meng couldn't help but be stunned, and then there was an indifferent voice from Thirteen Lang in his ears, and his delicate face suddenly changed color.

"Blue Dance Dream!"

She didn't have time to think about it, and she snorted in a trembling voice.

"Don't!" several people around shouted in unison, a hint of anxiety mixed in.

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