The boy worships the Buddha, and his attitude is not very pious, but it is powerful enough.

Black and white hands are like yin and yang, silver mangs are like a sword that can open the sky, success will cause the enemy and death, and failure will also disturb yin and yang.

The fire flared, like a thousand filaments.

The filigree permeated into a knife, cut through the silver rays and emitted a scorching heat, as if burning in the hearts of everyone who saw it, and the black and white palms were wrapped in a layer of cross-cut flames, the black was blacker, and the white was whiter, and it could be perfectly integrated.

The whirlwind rises, and the whirlpool without electricity is bright and weak, but it is more agile, and unlike the illusory flame that turns into a knife, the more ethereal wind simply turns into a sledgehammer, a real sledgehammer.

Without the sacrificial refinement, the defense treasure obtained from the earth clam elder was too late to use, and the thirteen lang saw some clues from the moment the thunder penetrated, and immediately simulated its shape.

No matter how the opponent attacked, from which direction, this hammer should have smashed it with force, but the elder was too close to the Thirteen Langs, so close that even the treasure couldn't react, and the hammer shadow was condensed in the air, but there was no chance to use it.

It is true that even if it were in time, the red-faced elder would still die. At the beginning, the floating demon blew up his body, and that thunder heart could dissolve half of Mr. Big's sword, but now although it has not returned to the past, it is definitely not something that his level can stop.

But after all, he didn't use all his strength, and he didn't fight with that arc as hard as he could, and the Great Elder must have some regrets.

At this moment, the whirlwind became a hammer, rushing to meet the silver mang in front of the flames, rubbing out the brilliance while the ripples echoed, and the first roar of the battlefield sounded.

Thirteen Lang shook slightly, the red whirlpool on his lips dissipated, and the flame knife followed closely with the Void Splitting Arrow. The effect is like thousands of hands, trying to keep the wild tiger in place.

Tens of millions of hands and tens of millions of shares liliang. Liliang comes from the human world, formless, and reaches the other side with an arrow. Straight into the heart of the arrow-giver.

Red dust karma fire.

Thirteen Lang doesn't have enough mana to cast wind and fire, but he can release the red dust karmic fire that has just begun to comprehend. This knife slashed not the arrow, but the person who sent it, cutting off the endless hatred and sorrow that she had placed in the stray arrow.

"Ahh

In the midst of the miserable howl, a figure in the distance fell, its body like a withered leaf, revealing a bit of desolate beauty in its loss, and it held a small bow in its hand, which was not as long as the palm and the whole body was as crystal as jade, but it was as hot as a flame.

The bow wasn't her treasure in the first place. It is not even more than his cultivation can urge. In order to take revenge, the woman spared no effort to send her soul to the bow as an existence similar to a machine spirit, so that she could barely send out an arrow. Now that the connection has been cut off, the inherent rebelliousness of the treasure has occurred instantly, coupled with the ferocity of repeated heavy blows, and it directly swallows that trace of soul.

"Break the red dust!" In front of the ancestral hall, on the steps, there was a hint of joy on the bitter gourd-like face of the huge monk, and he glanced at the thrown away chicken leg with nostalgia. The body shook slightly, and disappeared in place in an instant.

"Behead the corpse!" In the bamboo forest, Ling Weng revealed a red robe, which turned out to be only middle-aged. Its iron face is like a knife, its body is as straight as a spear, and its eyes seem to be fused with the whirlpool of thousands of sharp blades.

"Bastard thing!" a low shout sounded in Mengwuxuan, but he didn't know who was scolding.

The woman was seriously injured. Far from being less powerful than this, the power of the arrow was increased by devouring its soul, but the difference was that there was no more monstrous anger on the arrow at this moment. It is the purest force.

The force needs to be broken, and the invisible arrow continues to move forward. Finally bumped into Thirteen Lang's hand.

Destroy, destroy, destroy!

Thirteen Lang is like a stone pushed by a giant hammer, his body keeps retreating, and the small broken arrow contains an indescribable horror, although it is blocked, it can't be stopped!

Blocked because his hand was hard enough, he couldn't block it because his liliang was not enough, the frenzied impact entered the body from the edge of his palm, and Shisanlang opened his mouth to spurt blood, one mouthful, one mouthful, and one more mouthful

The tail finger that gave birth to half an inch exploded again, and then another, and Thirteen Lang's face was abnormally red, just like the ball in front of his palms.

The severed tail finger was not enough, the ring finger of the left hand collapsed, and a trace of black qi gushed out from the wound, as if it was a call from hell.

The broken arrow was still advancing, and the thirteen lang was still retreating, blood spurting from his mouth, but a smile was piled up on his face.

The words are bitter, the suffering is due to the injury, the smile is from the great achievement, and there is a wisp of cold that is incomparable.

Xiao Liuzhi. ”

In the midst of self-muttering or chanting, the ring finger of his right hand turned into ashes, and an unwilling cry sounded in his ears, and the roar finally stopped. Thirteen Lang gently parted his palms, and his fingers flicked a wisp of breeze, grasping the short arrow in the palm of his hand.

It is only three inches long, and it is made of non-gold and non-stone, and it is so quiet that it is like a hairpin that decorates a woman's head.

Shisanlang lowered his head, looked at his hand and then at the arrow, and said in a flat voice, "Not bad." ”

"The Snow Wolf Knight continued to march eastward, wiping out all the mundane shili in the city. The Heavenly Wolf Clans converged with Shuangka to suppress the barbarians, and Tian Gang led the Dongying lineage to exterminate the outer sects of the sects. ”

"The remnants of the mussels, converging with the wolf and slaughtering the horned worms. ”

"Lin Wanrong, the handsome elders converge with the shining spirit and storm the Qinkeneizong. ”

"As for you"

Three orders came out in one breath, and Thirteen Lang took the pill sent by the blue bottle, looked up at Mei Shuai and drank lightly: "Just do your duty." ”

"Uh" came with great interest, Mei Shuai was dizzy with anger by this admonition, and finally left the sentence "Go back and settle accounts with you" and turned around. Leaving the blue bottle to make a fuss, he even asked where this product came from, how much it was cultivated, and whether there were others hidden, etc.

Mei Shuai is a smart person, which not only reveals his "profound" cultivation, but also hints at a special relationship with Mr. Eight Fingers, and at the same time pushes up the Thirteen Lang in a way that he has to obey orders, so that the Seven Sects, including the Three Kings of Miaoyin, cannot help but be suspicious.

As long as he doesn't fight with his life, Zeng Xuan doesn't hang his work at all, and his wits are just right, and no one can make a mistake.

"Is that your friend? What kind of cultivation does he have?" what do I think?"

Thirteen Lang didn't answer, at this time, in addition to suppressing the injury as soon as possible, he also had to solve several troubles at the same time, the first of which was the doubts from the Seven Sects. Or rather, a rebound.

"The old man doesn't understand why the Shining Clan wants to listen to Lord Xiao's orders. ”

The voice is ethereal. It seems that the chaotic ghost language that came out of the Nine Hells Purgatory, the Shining Clan has suffered a big loss before, and now they know the end of Mr. Eight Fingers' strong crossbow. How can you be so honest and obedient?

Thirteen Lang ignored him at all, looked down at him and asked strangely, "Why don't you set off yet?"

"Ahh

The Great Elder had just been killed, but he was about to die for the enemy, and it was difficult for anyone to accept it. The three Tubang elders had sad faces, and the rest of the monks had expressions of anger and despair, all waiting for the elders to make a decision.

"Don't go, then die. ”

Shisanlang didn't have the energy or time to rub it off, Tian Gang held a stick to the sky, Carmen roared up, and the ghost flickered black clouds to the top. The remaining thousands of flying ants roared out and swooped down on the Tubang people.

"Wait!" Finding that the other party didn't mean anything to negotiate the price, the three elders spoke in unison.

Even if this is not the case, in the face of such a battle, what will the Tubang clan do to fight with people? From Mr. Eight Fingers' words and the reactions of various sects, it can be known that at least the two clans of the Heavenly Wolf and the Shoe Clan have followed with iron hearts, and the Tubang clan continues to resist stubbornly. Does it make sense at all?

To fight to the death, there must always be a chance to live, at least a chance to be buried with the other party in order to stimulate the fighting spirit. Anyone with eyes can judge the situation in front of them, not to mention whether the current opponent can resist it, they have just driven out a great monk. With Miaoyin by her side, she didn't even plan to use it. Looking at the frightened faces around him, the three elders had no doubt. As long as the other party is a little pretentious, there will definitely be people who will defect.

Actually, that's not called a defection. It's just that I kept the oath I made before, and I didn't have much psychological resistance.

"Dare to ask, sir. What will I gain if I go to war?"

"What? Of course it's your life, it's not enough?"

Thirteen Lang was puzzled and explained casually, but he was busy with other things. Casually removing a jade ring from his wrist, Thirteen Lang cleared his voice and shouted: "Elder of the Shining Clan, look what this is?"

"Ghost Mother King Ring!"

"Who the hell is he?"

A few whispers were heard in the distance, and the Shining side fell silent.

What is that? A ring? As the people who saw this scene pondered, several roars rang out in succession over Randance City, accompanied by several roars, and a faint howl.

Thirteen Lang said lightly: "The war is urgent, the fighter plane is fleeting, and this official still has important tasks to do, so he can't explain it to you thoroughly." To fight or not to fight, you will wait for yourself to weigh it. ”

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar sounded beside him, and the unicorn beast transformed by the demon guard revealed its body, its posture was unruly, and its expression was indescribable. Brokeback was almost killed in the first battle, and after nearly three years of cultivation, the Demon Guard still could not return to its full glory, but it used to be an existence comparable to that of a great monk, and it had a unique deterrent aura of the cultivation of the upper realm;

I didn't know how Thirteen Lang would recover in advance, and Mei Shuai left the only remaining guard at this head with Thirteen Lang. The previous arrow, at the moment of life and death, Thirteen Lang did not let any pet beasts or demon guards give up his life to block it, it was for this reason that Mei Shuai was willing to pretend to be a little brother and make a strong name for Mr. Eight Fingers. It's a pity that he didn't dare to release all his cultivation, otherwise, how would the Tu Beng monk dare to ask that sentence.

One after another, Lord Xiao's hole cards are endless, and each time it is more amazing than the other, and each one is more powerful than the other. Seeing that Tian Gang and the others rushed up violently, and seeing that no one made a move against Thirteen Lang, the three Yuanying elders did not dare to hesitate anymore and shouted one after another.

"I'm willing to serve your lordship!"

At the same time, a sigh was heard in the distance, and an ethereal voice gave a command.

"Everyone, together with the old man, kill Chin Ke and present a gift to our distinguished guests!"

"No!"

In response to the shouts and shouts, in the roaring and shouting, the Ranwu City ushered in a great chaos that is rare in a thousand years, and 100,000 wolves rode on the ground, and the monks of the seven sects in the sky fought until the sky was dark.

Thirteen Lang ignored these, and at this time, he rode through the sky, looking for the wisp of induction in the dark, and went straight to the south gate.

"That bow, you have to get it!"

(To be continued......)