"Anyway, you are also powerful, how can you be shameless and despicable!"

Halfway through the words, the sword wind split his face, and the old man quickly retreated to avoid his edge, almost spurting out blood from anger.

To be fair, Jusan Lang's words are not entirely unreasonable. At this moment, on the battlefield in the distance, although the six demon hunters were strong, they were suppressed when they really fought, and two of them had already fallen on the spot. The losses on the Dao Alliance's side were even greater, with one of the four dead guards falling, and the rest all seriously wounded, plus several overhauled battleships killed, with more casualties than on the Demon Hunter's side.

The difference is that Le Hongtao has five warships, and a single blow of the Demon Spirit Cannon is equivalent to turning into a god, and the fire is enough to be fatal, and not firing is a huge threat. The complete five ships mean that there are two huge guns on standby at any time, which is really a headache.

The reason why the two demon hunters were killed was because of the sneak attack of the demon spirit cannon.

The term "sneak attack" is not appropriate for fighting between monks, but there is no way to avoid it. The fighting method is different from the fighting of the warriors, and there is basically no such thing as close pressing and limiting the distance; as long as the command is properly coordinated and the tacit understanding is cooperated, the entanglement people on the Dao Alliance side will violently open the gap, and the demon spirit cannon will be launched at the same time, and the demon hunter will be unable to prevent it, and it will be difficult to dodge.

The situation is not good, if the old man and the two don't want to be wiped out afterwards, they should rush to the aid of the same clan to fight Le Hongtao together, so as to win a glimmer of life.

The truth is so, but if you think about it from the position of an old man, this choice is not much different from looking for death. Its own ban has not been completely lifted, and when he joins the battlefield at this time, Le Hongtao will definitely activate the confinement, weaken his strength first, and then become the target of being killed first.

What about the other way around?

Previously, the three cannons were fired together, and Le Hongtao made it clear that he wanted to extinguish the mouth, but he failed to kill the people on the cliff, and the situation became different again. The situation on the battlefield can be seen at a glance, and the Dao Alliance fleet can kill six demon hunters. Its own and deployed strength will definitely be greatly damaged, and when I look back at the mountain cliff, it is difficult to say that Yelian has successfully transformed into a god at that time. As long as it is not a fixed target, the power of the demon spirit cannon has plummeted by fifty percent, plus the two old men and the thirteen langs, it is really difficult to say whether it can be won.

Thinking about it, the old man most hopes for a situation: to use this situation to renegotiate conditions with Le Hongtao. The two of them can give up their dignity to help each other, provided that he gives up his imprisonment and gives himself a free body.

I don't know if there is a tacit understanding, the three battleships have turned their guns, in the old man's opinion, this is undoubtedly Le Hongtao's goodwill, of course, it depends on the results of the battle below, Le Hongtao will have such an idea, the old man can fully understand.

The reason is simple. The same would have been true for him.

In order to form, or create this situation, the two old men not only want Le Hongtao, who has just killed him, to win and not have too much strength left, but also need Thirteen Lang and others to be alive and have a certain threat. He knew that Le Hongtao couldn't allow this group of people to spread the news alive, as long as he was still useful, this life chess game could still be played.

It's hard!

I have never experienced that survival is not easy as now, and the old man has endless emotion. For this reason, he didn't even fight back to the top of the mountain after withstanding the Demon Spirit Cannon, and let that group of spiritual cultivators survive the catastrophe. Thankfully. The facts are moving in the direction that the old man expects, and I don't know what method the young man used. After helping each other, Yelian's grasp of fighting the Heavenly Tribulation increased greatly, and as a result, the strength of the two sides was basically leveled, which was exactly in line with expectations.

At this time, Thirteen Lang, who had already "used" himself once, made another request and forced them to death. It's infuriating. The arrogant man seriously misjudged his strength, and slashed with a knife without saying a word, as if he was not facing two masters, but two weak chickens waiting to be slaughtered!

"Vertical, vertical, can't conspire with it!"

The old man couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Secretly thinking that this kind of fool does not know how to advance or retreat at all, and does not know the slightest severity, how can he survive until now? Doesn't he understand that even if he really has the ability to defeat the two of them, how should he face Le Hongtao and those five fierce warships next? Could it be that he is really so arrogant that he thinks that he can hack himself to death with his strength, without being counterattacked at all, and will not be severely damaged?

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if you want to fight, it's good to look like a fight, you are a living master, not the kind of cannon that goes to the black in one line. Before, I witnessed the thirteen lang slashing in the wind, its strength is indeed admirable, the knife is heavy, the knife is really good, the more you cut, the better it looks, the more you cut, the more unpredictable it is.

But it was a knife, a knife that could not be extended, could not be shortened, and could not stimulate any magical powers; a dignified man, a big living person, who had experienced countless bloody battles, and did not know how many catastrophes he had survived, if he was hacked to death by such a big knife that was not even a magic weapon, it was better to die.

The old man did not give up reversing the situation, and said angrily and persuasively: "Ignorant child, the old man is alive, ah!"

Watching the opponent slash the wind with a knife, the feeling was completely different from the feeling of actually facing the knife, and in an instant, a feeling of "deadly and can't be avoided" grew in his heart, and the old man's expression changed greatly.

The knife grows like a spring seedling, the soil strengthens its roots, the wind helps its momentum, the rain nourishes its body, and everything around it seems to revolve around the knife, all helping it gather prestige.

The knife fell, there were traces and invisible, as if the word of heaven was the head of the mighty and powerful, and the fruit that wanted to ripen through was broken, and the autumn yellow leaves were scattered with the wind, and it was natural to cut out one.

The knife slashed his head, and the surrounding world was all driven, and the old man shook his body and found that he seemed to have hit a copper wall, and his body was condensed.

"Roar!"

It was too late to force the connection, and the old man waved his hands violently, urging with mana, like opening the door and tearing the cloth to both sides. The clicking sound hit his ears one after another, cracks faintly appeared around the empty side, and the old man was shining like a ball of light and slammed forward, and the sound of "Bang" still couldn't get out.

That's not right.

That's too bad.

Thousands of feet away, the three-foot girl could no longer keep her figure hidden, so she appeared in everyone's field of vision for no reason, and her two little hands pushed hard towards it, and her little face was red.

Since the initial sneak attack, Thirteen Lang didn't let Xiao Budian do anything, even if the three cannons were superimposed, he also regarded it as a backhand, for the sake of the current knife. It is much easier to close a small area than to tear up the space, and the old man has to open the door and leave, and the small one closes the door to prevent him from leaving, and the two sides wrestle. The old man was frightened and sad, and his little fighting spirit was high, and his red lips bloomed like plum blossoms, and he roared crisply.

"Cut him!"

Big Gray style, absolutely.

The knife falls, cuts him, cuts. Hack, cut!

The light hit his face, and a layer of ice instantly formed on the 100,000 pores of the old man's body, and he raised his head desperately and let out a long howl, but the sound could not be made. The blade slashed into the top of the head with a roar, into the throat, into the chest and abdomen, all the way to xiangxia, one knife and two sections.

A knife. Two slices!

Demon slashing knife, Thirteen Lang according to his own tactics, habits, and specialties tailor-made, said that it is a lump of iron at a low level, and at a high level it is an indestructible weapon, and few magic weapons can compare with it.

Harder than hard, full shijie can't find a magic weapon more powerful than the claw of the golden crow, but it can't show its face; To this day, it is still difficult to urge. Think about it from another angle, deducting spells is only more slashing. How can the three-foot Qingfeng have the enjoyment of a seven-zhang long knife.

The demon slashing knife weighs more than 10,000 catties, and it is chopped with all the strength of Thirteen Lang's hands, what is the difference between it and a mountain smashing down?

It is true that the monks of the gods moved mountains and reclaimed the sea, and that is because the mountains cannot resist, and the sea does not bother to fight back. When the head is simply smashed, how many big ones can survive?

Ocean?

A few yawns is a tsunami, who has ever seen a monk fight the wind and waves, and then say what reclamation?

A slash of the demon slash knife is equivalent to concentrating a mountain of liliang on the blade. After counting the world's masters, how many people are qualified to resist this knife?

With such a knife, Hugh said that the old man even lost the opportunity, so he went all out to fight against it, and the odds of winning were only five or five pairs. This panic was repeated after panic, that is, his body was three times longer, and he still couldn't escape the fate of one or two pieces.

Two pieces of blood stained the sky red, one of them separated from the primordial spirit, and the two faces were full of doubt and horror, merging at an extremely fast speed. The iron pimple is the iron pimple, the demon slashing knife destroyed the old man's body, but he couldn't help his Yuan Shen; Thirteen Lang seemed to have expected such a result, and when the knife fell, the word "Ding!" came out, and he grabbed it in the air.

"I said, I'm going to search your soul. ”

"Huh?" the blackfriar suddenly retreated, his expression bursting out of his face with horror, and his body was stunned.

"One more step and you're dead. ”

Putting away the demon slashing knife, Thirteen Lang clasped the old man's primordial spirit with one hand, and summoned the black-clothed monk with the other: "Come here." ”

The black monk's expression was dazed, and his body was full of consciousness and his body was in a circle, for fear that someone would appear around him again. At this moment, the expressions of the students on the mountain were somewhat similar to those of the black people, including His Highness Fei, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were scanning everywhere, not knowing what they were looking for.

Some people were thinking, and excitement gradually welled up between their eyebrows, and their chests rose and fell violently, and they wanted to open their mouths and yell loudly, but they didn't dare.

"This time it's exposed. Yamu sighed and came to Thirteen Lang's side with a worried expression.

"Go away. ”

Xiao Budian is used to standing on his father's left, so he twisted his body to feel used to it, and stepped forward and pushed Yamu unceremoniously.

Ya Mu fell, aggrieved, and honestly let go.

"Don't be rude. ”

Thirteen Lang rubbed Xiao Bu's head and said, "Uncle Yamu is very capable, very good, and very generous. ”

The word Dafang sounded very strongly, and Xiao Budian instinctively sighed, raised his face and reluctantly called "Hello uncle", but his expression clearly wrote, "This goods are still very capable, our family will come out at random, and beat him all over the ground to find teeth." ”

"Niuniu is good, Niuniu is good, really good" Yamu was about to cry, shook his hands and touched for a long time, and took out a small sedan chair out of nowhere, the appearance is small and chic, and the workmanship is very exquisite.

Uncle is not called in vain, and after decades of friendship with Thirteen Lang, the Demon Soul Holy Son understands what "generosity" means. Pretending to be a holy son, seeing his niece empty-handed has serious consequences.

I'm not afraid to give gifts, I'm afraid that I don't know what gift to give; with Thirteen Lang's net worth, and with a small cultivation as a degree of favor, I'm afraid I don't even bother to take a look at the Demon Soul Holy Son when I pack it and sell it. Fortunately, Yamu was thoughtful, and quickly guessed that Thirteen Lang didn't really want to blackmail, just because he was locked up for a long time, he just borrowed Yamu to laugh.

"Uncle doesn't have any good things, this thing is okay"

"Hey, it's a real sedan chair, you can sit on it!"

The cultivation is far beyond Yamu, and Xiao Budian saw the clue at a glance, and snatched it away. The mana was lightly urged, and a small sedan chair with a red tent appeared on the ground, and the four little ghosts in Tsing Yi each carried a pole, kneeling and trembling to ask Yamu for peace.

"I respectfully enthrone the Lord. ”

Ascending the throne?

"I haven't seen the little master yet!" The Demon Soul Holy Son's eyes turned green, and he thought to himself how to refine such a few fools, why don't you burn them and feed the ghosts.

"Aha!" Xiao Bu threw him aside, and his body swayed slightly before entering the sedan chair.

"Get up the sedan car, hurry up and get up the sedan car!"

"Lord, little master?" the four little imps in Tsing Yi were still hesitating, looking a little frightened. Although the sedan chair is a plaything, it can actually be regarded as a space magic weapon, and it is arranged by the Demon Soul Holy Son himself;

"Get up, fool!" the Demon Soul Son scolded sharply.

"Yes!"

A few little ghosts comprehended the meaning, got up in a sedan chair and swaggered in the wind, running all over the mountain.

"The sky is thundering, and the little ghosts are afraid and not very obedient. Yamu hurriedly explained, listening to Xiao Budian laughing happily in the sedan chair, and then turned around and asked.

"Young master, what's the name of the eldest niece?"

"It's small. Thirteen Lang responded casually, looking at the small sedan chair, and then at Yamu, his expression couldn't hide his surprise.

"Little mighty and domineering, well-behaved and cute, good name, really good name!" Yamu took a long breath, then puffed up his chest high, and changed his eyes to "This holy son is the second, who can compare", and his eyes widened.

There was a group of people here, laughing into a film, and the blackfriar over there had a frustrated expression and cautiously asked, "You won't kill me?"

Thirteen Lang didn't even look at him, and beckoned casually.

"Answer a few questions honestly, but you won't die. ”

(To be continued......)