Although thousands of people rushed to the third son, I don't know if this sentence came to Shisanlang's mind, but it is certain that he was doing such a thing at this time.

Although there are thousands of enemies, I will go alone!

The third son is just one person, but he is stronger than tens of millions of ordinary people combined, and in such a situation, Shisanlang has conspired several times, and finally came to a ridiculous conclusion;

To deduce it simply, a team of people fights each other, and the three sons who are powerful and can instantaneously break the blockade of the ghost slaves cannot be stupid enough to be besieged and bombarded;

It's okay to be small, maybe it's okay to have the blood dance of the gun king, and the dumb aunt can drive the ghost slave to interfere, but it's just interference. It is conceivable that they are bound to become the first choice of the third son to kill, and it is almost impossible not to lose them. In the same way, all that Thirteen Lang can do is still to press close and close as he is now, and start hand-to-hand combat with the third son.

To take advantage or to suffer? From the perspective of strength alone, Shisanlang has undoubtedly suffered a loss. Because of this, he had the opportunity to verbally take the other party and "force" him to accept the bet.

No matter from any angle, it is better to fight with Thirteen Lang alone than to face a group of outlaw cultivators, and it is conceivable that the third son will not easily break his oath until he is sure that he will take down Thirteen Lang in one fell swoop, although it is absurd enough. In addition, when he saw Shisanlang pounce on him like a bullfight, a trace of thought suddenly appeared in Sanzi's heart.

"If this continues, if I can capture Thirteen Lang alive. Wouldn't there be a chance to reunite the Seven Stars, and even have one more god puppet? With a real ghost king minion?"

Greed is spreading.

Three tripods in one, small and small. Dumb aunt, the happiness of the seven great monks came so suddenly, and the third son suddenly felt that the previous ones were just tests and twists and turns, and this time was the opportunity that he should really cherish.

"Chance!

Thinking of this, Sanzi felt that his heart was beating so fast that he could hardly control the desire to laugh three times. Compared to this, does it matter whether Thirteen Lang is stupid or cramping, whether it is a ploy or a trap? In any case, he only needs to face him, and he doesn't even dare to gamble on this. It's better to get out of here early.

"Don't push him too hard, make him feel hopeful, let others feel hopeful"

Looking at the figure of Shisanlang rushing over, Sanzi put all his doubts behind him, reminding himself not to exert too much force, especially not to be reckless in exerting his magical powers.

"Sir is so proud, how can I not accompany him. ”

With a thought in his heart, the third son was heroic daxiao, and his left hand met the attack. The right hand really pinched out a few sealing methods and pointed them towards himself.

Self-styled cultivation for!

Clicks and explosions, two fists approached quickly, blowing wind and thunder to blow the wind around them, no supernatural powers, no fancy skills. There is no dodging and retreating, like two wild bulls running wildly colliding together. In the line of sight, the darkness of the sky and the earth suddenly shone again. The two figures bounced apart in reverse like projectiles, and then roared towards each other as if they were connected by elastic tendons. There was another collision.

Rumble!

It was only at this time that the sound of the first impact was heard in the ears. Like thunder like sinking wood, the body is unstable.

"It's not good!" In the air, Thirteen Lang's voice was slightly proud, and his body retreated sharply and quickly pulled back, swinging his fist again.

As always, it is direct, indomitable and rude, there is no body method, no supernatural powers, no dodging and no retreat, and it gives people the feeling that there is a mountain in front of them, and it must be opened with a fist.

"Don't hide it, come out with some real skills. ”

"As you wish. ”

Sanzi's eyes flashed slightly, and he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed at the same time, and swung his fist to increase the strength by two points.

The roar rose again, a circle of visible ripples reverberated in all directions, and directly below the fist exchange, the smoke and dust sank three feet together, crushing into a smooth and smooth stone surface.

The advantages and disadvantages were finally reflected, the third son took only three steps back, and Thirteen Lang flew upside down for more than 100 zhang, his lips flushed faintly, and there seemed to be a little fear from the heart.

"Oh no! he's going to run!"

The third son chuckled in his heart, gritted his teeth a few times, and resisted the desire to take the opportunity to unseal and cast spells, and raised his voice to mock.

"Are you scared?"

"I'm afraid of your master!" Thirteen Lang shouted, turning around and going up again.

The third son was stunned, thinking to himself that this is scolding me? No, but

"Hehe, it's okay not to be afraid, you have to break your oath!"

"What oath did you violate? Do you think the young master is a subordinate of the mountain monarch, shameless?"

"You"

Nearly 10,000 flying ants converged into dozens of torrents, encircling the three sons in all directions and pounced in them, and the thirteen langs in front of him were as fierce as ever, staggering their fists and striking combos, not gathering all their strength and one blow like just now, but they needed to intercept more times.

Suddenly adding so many opponents, and not being able to use supernatural powers, and controlling the strength to prevent the opponent from escaping, the third son was in a hurry for a while; even so, he still suppressed the idea of releasing mana, and shouted angrily: "You yourself said that you are fighting alone, why do you call it a helper!"

A figure and two fist winds instantly turned into four, eight and more than one way, and Thirteen Lang waved his fists like the wind inch by inch, and responded: "Did I call someone?

"You shameless man!" the third son was stunned, and suddenly a few flying ants pounced into the near circle and bitten a few bites, which really hurt!

"Where is it shameless? Fighting alone is one person against another; no means can be used with a few ants? If you want to break the oath, you can say, anyway, the disciples of the mountain monarch are shameless, and the master is used to it. ”

"Damn!" the third son said angrily.

"Damn!" Da Ash turned over and jumped up, thinking about it and unable to lie down, muttering silently in his heart.

"This god is a man, a man!"

Are you all crazy?

The group cultivators outside the arena looked at each other at a loss, and they all saw conjectures in each other's eyes: Could it be that this is not a life-and-death fight, but a scene that has reached its climax but can be repeated?

"What the hell is going on?" said Brother Fubo, looking closely, and thought to himself what about your integrity, what about your temperament, and what about your dignity?

"How can this be reasonable!" Gu Ming snorted and looked at the Blue Mountain.

"What the hell is going on?"

"What does the fairy think?" Blue Mountain looked at Baihua.

"The concubine feels that the gentleman must have a reason. Baihua looked at Blood Dance. Blood Dance shook his head again and again, looking at the Gun King, who followed him and shook his head. Suddenly sighed and sat down, so emotional. It's embarrassing.

"Ahem, it's true. How can that be?"

Everyone didn't notice that since Thirteen Lang made a suggestion, Jiang Fan, who came with him, never made a sound, occasionally looked up, was glared at by the fierce eyes of the big gray, the dumb aunt and the little one, and hurriedly squatted down to count the ants.

"This really doesn't make sense!"

Roaring, crackling, intense, messy. It's not as violent as before, and the third son insists in embarrassment, not because he doesn't have enough ability, but whether he wants to use it all.

Faced with enemies rushing at him from all directions, Miko seemed to be incarnated into a hundred feet, his body twisted and transformed into countless afterimages, fighting with faster and more cunning opponents. Although there is precise control by the queen ant, although the three sons have not gone all out, the flying ants are still decreasing, and the speed is very fast. Faster and faster.

Every time he died, Thirteen Lang felt as if he had been bitten, and the death was like being slashed, which hurt his heart.

Jusan Lang is also insisting. The reason is the same as that of the three sons, not because the ability is not enough, but whether to use them all.

Thirteen Lang is forbearing, and the third son is also forbearing. Endure to the point where the opponent is weak enough to be able to kill with one hit.

The combat is kind of hilarious. But tragic enough.

Liliang flies by, and the flying ants quickly decrease. The third son had an injury, and the injury gradually worsened, and little by little it approached the critical point, but his heart became excited. During the battle, he noticed that Thirteen Lang's injuries were more serious, his breath was declining, and his speed was faster than his own, and as for the flying ants, the most difficult moment had passed, less than half of the nearly 10,000 ant colonies, and most of them were mutilated and withered.

The flying ants have excellent gnawing ability and can be called perverted, but their bodies are not strong enough; every time the three sons punch, the ant colony will scatter and flee like a fried pot, and it is difficult to escape, and they are shattered one after another. The third son was shocked by this scene, and couldn't imagine how these ants could have such a sharp reaction, which was enough to make him twice as much liliang.

Throwing hundreds of punches and kicking dozens of kicks, Sanzi felt tired, and couldn't help but think about it again, thinking about whether he should seize the opportunity to capture the tired opponent alive in one fell swoop.

Taking down the Thirteen Lang, it may not be a problem to control the little ones and the dumb aunts, but it may not be enough to hold seven major repairs hostage. The third son decided that he had to maintain at least half of his strength, and now he was getting closer and closer.

"It's okay, it's okay, if the ban is lifted at this time, he probably won't be able to escape. ”

"No, he hasn't used mana, he's going to teleport, he's running too fast!

Miko kept urging himself, and at the same time kept reminding himself, at this time, all his energy was spent observing the state of Thirteen Lang, ignoring the attacks of those weak flying ants, or even completely ignoring them.

The battle was confined to a hundred zhang, and the third son controlled Liliang and began to save Liliang, not noticing that his reaction was not as fast as it started, and his body was slightly paralyzed.

He didn't notice that the fusion of the blood tripod was about to be completed, and there was a commotion from the bottom of the isolated island, as if a fierce beast was struggling to get out.

The third son didn't notice the fierceness in Shisanlang's eyes, and he didn't notice how many times the opponent gritted his teeth viciously, as if he was struggling to endure something. He didn't notice the movements of the others, and he didn't notice the Seven Great Monks scattering.

The third son didn't notice the little tears, the big gray swearing, and the dumb aunt's increasingly cold face.

The third son was excited and surprised, surprised that Thirteen Lang could be compared with Wu Zun, but he didn't know that Thirteen Lang could only be compared with Wu Zun, but the real thing. Because of this, Thirteen Lang's previous actions became more reasonable, and the third son couldn't help but think at this time, no wonder this guy didn't understand supernatural powers, and it turned out that he was focusing on refining his body.

None of this is important, what really matters is that until now the third son didn't know that from the very beginning he had a unique opportunity to control the overall situation, easily win the blood tripod, and even wipe out the opponent.

Because of the contract of life and death, the third son only needs to punch the big ash to easily destroy his family. It's not that Thirteen Lang is afraid of sacrifice, but he can't afford to die at all!

The third son didn't know this, if he was careful enough, he would definitely feel strange, Thirteen Lang didn't even release the fire spirit in the process of his own fighting.

"Peng!"

I can't count how many times this is the collision, Thirteen Lang's body flies upside down, floating all the way with bleak red silk;

"The Third Prison, Sealed"

The three sons broke their oaths, broke the contract, and the supernatural powers will rise.

"Shaping the spirit is changing, melting!"

Almost at the same time, the upside-down figure of Thirteen Lang suddenly stopped, frozen in the air in a way that absolutely did not make sense, and the incomparable ferocious flames were released in the hiss of the rouge bird, along with the roar and roar that burst his chest.

"Chop him for me!"

What about tickets?

(To be continued......)