Who is your father?

If the question that must trigger the reaction is thrown, the person who responds slowly will be stunned, will wonder why the other party asks so, and will notice the last three words if the reaction is fast.

No matter who asks the question, no matter who is asked, the mind will be touched, and a certain image will come to mind.

This is instinct, an instinct that does not need to be studied and exercised, except for those spirits who are born and raised, life always has a source, an upper generation, a father and a mother, and the blood connection is so tenacious and powerful, I have to think about it.

If you react a little faster, you will notice the extremely brief pause and the hint of the change in intonation.

Answer, I!

It seems to be understood as: the answer is me.

At this point, those who react quickly enough will realize that Thirteen Lang is scolding and will be secretly angry.

Hear, don't understand, or understand, think, understand, get angry, or be stunned.

That's all Thirteen wants.

At this time, people who reacted super quickly realized that the real purpose of Thirteen Lang was to cover for that fist and seize the opportunity.

The result is still the same, sinking deeper.

It's useless to realize it, in fact, when Jusan Lang wants the other party to understand, the more he understands, the better, on the other hand, if the other party is a fool, hearing and not hearing the same, it will be in vain.

Obviously, Yokoyama Fuji's reaction was super fast, and as soon as Shisanro's words were finished, he understood all the implications, and couldn't help but say in his heart: "What, it's really excessive"

The fist is coming, and I can't think about it anymore.

"Oops!"

There were many bigwigs around, and many people who reacted quickly changed color, looking at Thirteen Lang's eyes and becoming vigilant, as if he had just released a deadly move instead of following the example of the market and scolding the streets.

Black cats and white cats, catching mice are good cats. Despicable and noble, winning is the king, and as the one who bears the expectations of all the living beings, he completely abandons his dignity when he fights. Calculate the mind to such an extent, how can it be described as "despicable" and "terrible".

"Shameless!" the ghost king scolded angrily. I can't help but wonder what it would be like if I were Yokoyama, and the result was frustrating, and there was no exception.

"Brute!" Tucci sighed with emotion, thinking that he had been waiting for such a thing for so many years.

"What a beast!" Knowing that he would never learn this, the Golden Flower Judge sighed silently.

Separated by a hundred feet, what is a battle at this level, and in the blink of an eye, fists rushed to the face. Yokoyama Fuji couldn't change in time, and there was no time to draw the knife.

But he has knives all over his body, and he doesn't need to pull out the knife with his hands, but when he sees and thinks about it, the knife will become a knife.

Nothing is faster than seeing, nothing is faster than thinking, the distractions in my heart have just dissipated, and the blade bursts out.

At this time, Yokoyama Fuji found himself facing another trouble, more troublesome than chaotic thoughts.

He didn't know how hard to use.

Thirteen Lang punches without moving. There was no leakage in his cultivation, and Yokoyama had no exception in his downgrade challenge, so he had to make a choice. Guess how strong this punch is.

How to guess that!

Spell fluctuations have their own traces, mana refinement and purity, showing the level of the realm, the strength of the artistic conception, and the depth of the killing machine, all of which can be used by the monk as the basis for judgment.

How do you count fists?

Before experiencing it personally, people can only use "very fast", "very strong" and "the sound of wind and thunder" to describe it as a rough estimate. It's easy for someone else to deal with this situation, and it's even more important to go all out in a hurry. But Yokoyama is not going to break his promise unless he is ready.

He is Yokoyama, the Yokoyama who won all 37 battles. That's the first trick

Yokoyama knew that this situation was in the calculations of Thirteen Lang. At the risk of Yokoyama breaking his oath to fight with the power of his superiors, he also has to add another problem.

"Outlaw"

Thousands of challenges, Yokoyama Fuji has encountered many opponents of the dual cultivation of the Dharma body, some of whom know the root of the matter in advance, and some of whom need to be tested and responded to to be confirmed. Now facing Thirteen Lang, a completely strange living person, Yokoyama realized for the first time that there was so much trouble in the original demotion battle, and he was in a hurry at the beginning.

A total of one thousandth of a second hesitated to bring Yan zhòng evil results, the eye knife attacked, Thirteen Lang out of the left palm, the last hair came first, it was like a fly to fly away, obliquely a hundred miles straight into the backer king's army array, all the way to the remnants.

"Hengshan!" the general of the army roared angrily.

"It's inevitable to be injured by mistake in the fight, retreat!" the backer king calmed down and had to act as a peacemaker.

It was clear that Jushiro had been prepared and had anticipated such an outcome, and he had the ability but would not be able to collide head-on with the blade, as that would hinder his momentum, reduce his speed, and affect his main punch.

By this time, everyone realized that this human youth had an unimaginably strong body, and the sword intent was approaching, without even blinking his eyes, and those knife intent that had entered his body like boiling oil could not penetrate his fur at all, and the slightest wisp of it was like a substantial breeze blowing on his face, leaving no trace at all.

Not only that, but he also yelled at Yokoyama.

"Shameless, you've violated the rules!"

"Roar!"

This time, Yokoyama was not fooled, he let out a knife with a long roar, touched the knife with his backhand, raised his legs to step forward, and shook his body.

It was the first time he had moved since he played, backwards.

Where to run.

The mouth knife and the fist intersected, as if slashing at a steel wall, the broken blade silver line flew wildly, most of them counterattacked Hengshan, a few chased after the army of the king of the backer, and injured several people. As for Thirteen Lang's fist, after being forced to make a hard connection and break a knife, it had to not be repulsed, but became faster.

It was hidden before, but now it is strengthened again!

No one scolded it for being shameless anymore, only shocked and unbelievable, and just when everyone thought they could see it all, the next scene changed dramatically, and people gradually realized that these were just appetizers, nothing at all.

"Whew!"

The smashing knife counterattacked, and even Yokoyama himself was implicated, and countless cuts appeared on his face and body in an instant, and blood flew up; the long howl then turned into an angry howl, and his whole body trembled as he flew back, and countless blades splashed like rain, and his hands were behind his back, and he finally held his own knife.

Grabbing the handle with one hand and catching the sheath with the other, the momentum of Yokoyama Fuji has changed dramatically. It felt as if the sleeping lion had woken up, and the hungry tiger began to attack at this moment. A monstrous wind and waves rose out of thin air, and countless winds swirled darkly. In the blink of an eye, the two were surrounded by a hurricane, and the world was dark. It is difficult to see through the non-powerful vision.

"I want to lose" Yanshan Ancestor sighed slightly, his expression was a little helpless, and his body was a little lonely.

He didn't say Thirteen Lang, but brought himself into it, before Yokoyama Fuji declared that he would kill with a knife, Yan Shan was somewhat dissatisfied in his heart, but at this moment, witnessing its might, Yan Shan knew that it was not bragging. It's a fact that it is really possible.

What about Thirteen Lang?

He was flying, fluttering in the wind like a butterfly, and he couldn't find anyone who was more agile than him, he was fighting like a falcon, and he couldn't think of anyone who could be more brave.

A little spark blows in the wind, and it flies in all directions like stars, and scatters to the corners and corners of the battlefield, for a moment. The dreary Yokonuma world has become more beautiful and a little weirder.

Looking at those lights, one realizes that Jujuro is starting to cast spells. However, the meaning of the makeup is far greater than the battle, and the breath is not yet broken.

On the battlefield, Yokoyama Fuji raised his knee and appeared, like a door hanging upside down.

Thirteen Lang stomped his feet, kicked the knife, and smashed his right fist into the door of Hengshan.

Yokoyama Fuji twisted his waist and back, and shot two flying knives like willow leaves on his shoulders.

Shisanlang turned his face sideways, knocked open the willow leaf with his left arm, and smashed his right fist into the door of Hengshan.

Yokoyama Fuji roared angrily. The ears trembled, and the two knives closed around the two ribs of the thirteen langs.

Shisanro shouted, "You have violated the law!", and smashed his right fist into the door of Yokoyama.

The fist is fierce. Yokoyama's face undulated like a wave, and his left foot shattered his cloud climbing boots. The five-toed knife and the knife stabbed Thirteen Lang in the back.

Shisanlang simply avoided it, shouted "Who is your father!", and smashed his right fist into the door of Hengshan.

"Bastard!"

Yokoyama Fuji roared violently, his clothes were shattered, and countless blades were scarce, preferring to be naked* than let his opponent hit him in the face.

"You're in violation. ”

Jusan Lang simply closed his eyes and slammed his right fist into the door in front of his opponent.

In a trance, Yokoyama Fuji had the illusion that his face and Thirteen Lang's fists were like the positive and negative poles of a magnet, and he would never give up until he was intimate once.

Just one retreat process, just to take off the knife behind his back, for a moment, Yokoyama Fuji didn't know how many knives, tumbling and rolling, difficult to see.

Thirteen Lang never changed here, yelling in his mouth, and slammed his right fist into the door of Hengshan.

There are thousands of dull faces around, those who can see and understand are drunk, and those who can't see and understand are shocked and confused.

Many people don't understand what Shisanlang is doing, it is obvious that he can only carry the blade with his hands and feet, and the other parts are somewhat insufficient, and he is heavily clothed. On the contrary, Yokoyama's behavior is easier to understand, you can't be beaten without considering the key points of the head, and if you only consider your face, you guys feel that most of you will do the same if you change it, and you must not be slapped in the face.

In the ghost array, a ghost general who couldn't see the battle clearly was a little distracted, looked at the little spark in front of him curiously, and stretched out a finger.

The spark was so beautiful that the ghost would not understand why it had been so weak for so long, and that such a violent storm would not disperse, and he reached out like a child and touched it gently.

With a snort, the light smoke was faint, and the fingers seemed to reach into the black hole, and they died silently, just as the ghost general wondered why he didn't feel any pain at all, and suddenly heard a loud noise in his ears.

With a click, the sky collapsed, and then thousands of noises, tens of millions of shocked eyes center, after this entanglement, the figures of Thirteen Lang and Yokoyama finally collided head-on, two points.

A fist smashed, smash

Thirteen Lang failed to hit Yokoyama Fuji's face in the end, and Yokoyama Fuji failed to draw the knife in time, and finally had to hold the knife in both hands, and took the robbery of Shangxiu as a strong force, and ate a punch.

Where is a fist, it is clearly a rampaging bull, or even an elephant, or a rolling mountain.

After the heavy blow, Yokoyama Fuji's body flew upside down, and he vigorously followed the blade of the knife into the arm, and then into the body from the arm, and entered the five abdomen and six organs to impact the Quartet, and the qi and blood suddenly churned.

"Roar!"

Unable to contain a mouthful of blood, Yokoyama Fuji's arms were blurred with flesh and blood, and he retreated until he was about to stop near the location of the ghost army's main array, his eyes just condensed and contracted, and he roared.

"Shameless!"

"Shameless. ”

Thirteen Lang sneered at each other, and his voice was louder than Yokoyama's.

There are arrows, and there are swords, and the arrows and swords are almost in equal order, and they are divided into the throat and the crotch.

The sword mang was used in the previous sword cultivation, and the thirteen lang was slightly special, without the need for branches and hidden in the body.

Another accident.

The mechanism is exhausted, and it is not easy to earn the first hand, how can Thirteen Lang let it out so lightly; at the beginning of the regression, he has drawn the bow with his backhand, and the arrow is as sharp as lightning.

"Yokoyama, you don't have to go all out!"

With his sword and arrows out, shouting and shouting, Thirteen Lang's heart was dark, and his vigilance increased.

Punching the scabbard, Thirteen Lang was actually quite satisfied, he knew that he couldn't hit Yokoyama in the face, otherwise the battle would be over. The knife gave him the feeling of extreme danger, and he devoted all his strength and effort to prevent Yokoyama from getting a chance, so when the fist hit the blade, Jusan Lang wanted to destroy the knife and add three points of his spare strength.

As a result, it was a pity that Shisanro knocked Yokoyama Fuji away with one punch, but the knife was not damaged at all, and it was not even bent.

"What happens if you give it your all?"

I couldn't help but think so, and Thirteen Lang quickly vetoed it and shook his head secretly. After seeing treasures such as the oven and the heavenly peerless, his fascination with power is not as strong as before, and there are indeed some treasures in the world that are strange, not simply hard and powerful. Although he hadn't seen Yokoyama's sword, he instinctively felt that it was on the same level as the sky, at least not sixty years ago.

At that time, the heavens were fighting three thousand with one sword, and the power of three thousand sword cultivation could not destroy it, let alone Thirteen Lang alone;

Such a treasure is basically not something that can be destroyed by brute force, and it is necessary to find a way and use appropriate means, and Thirteen Lang even feels that even if he can kill Yokoyama with one punch, he may not be able to hurt that knife.

"Fuck, Shinobu!"

Endure the pain, endure the anger and endure the worries, after the thirteen Lang arrows the arrow, he rolled the palm of the bow upside down, stepped on the bowstring with both feet, and ran the cultivation with all his strength for the first time.

A Xuanguang roared, so people saw Thirteen Lang shooting through the air, and he shot it out as an arrow.

Yokoyama Fuji on the other side was also roaring, and he discovered an incomprehensible fact that he had paid a huge price to bounce Thirteen Lang away, but it was still too late to make a knife.

The sword was too fast, the arrow was too poisonous, and it was too tricky, and he rushed to the point where the blood had just gushed into his throat when he had not yet gained a firm foothold in Hengshan, to be precise, and went straight to the crotch.

Previously, Yokoyama gave up the heavy treasure, and the talisman armor turned into a knife, at this time, he was almost*, and there was a little bit of shame all over his body, not to mention how it felt to be injured, even if he tore his coat

Shame!

What's more, the fight doesn't seem to be long, and the knife intent that Yokoyama stored all his body in advance is exhausted, not to mention the knife, and he doesn't even have time to condense his clothes. He had no choice but to roll the knife in his palm upside down, and use it as a shield to erect it in the righteousness of his body, and at the same time, he urged the law, desperately trying to aggravate the risk of injury, and turned the blood into a knife, facing the sword that stabbed the throat.

The sword broke, the arrow flew, the blade shrank and clinged to the vital point, and the feeling of chilling almost made Hengshan's soul fly away. I don't know if it's because he's too worried and scared, he feels that this arrow that must be driven by mana is more powerful than a fist.

"It's definitely a delusion. ”

Thinking that Thirteen Lang was already strong enough to be perverted, and it was impossible for his cultivation to break Nirvana no matter what, Yokoyama Fuji endured the idea of improving his cultivation again, and heard a loud roar in his ears.

"Yokoyama Fuji, who is your mother?!"

After the sound, a rapidly enlarged fist in his sight slammed into the door

(To be continued) R466