The wind howled in the canyon, and Thirteen ran wildly in the wind.

The canyon was originally windless, because countless flying mosquitoes fluttered their wings and drummed, rolling up countless irregular cyclones, vertical and horizontal, forming a whirlwind comparable to the waves.

Unlike the winds of nature, whirlwinds have no direction, no enemies or enemies, and they merge and fight each other like sharp blades. Heaven and earth are occupied by whirlwinds of different thicknesses and powers, like mountains of knives.

Gray Knife Mountain!

Thirteen Lang walked through the knife mountain, like a light butterfly.

There was also wind on his body, the same countless irregular cyclones, cutting through everything that dared to approach, including the wind. The difference is that these cyclones assist each other to form a humanoid whirlpool, which flutters in the wind and dances among the demon mosquitoes.

The rushing blades of the wind were crushed and fused, and the fluttering demon mosquitoes were crushed and killed, and before they had time to collapse into nothingness, they turned into a curtain made of mosquito stumps, like a thick shield!

As he walked forward, the impact of "puff puff!" continued to sound on his body, like 10,000 snare drums beating, because the sound was so dense that it was difficult to distinguish the order, and converged into a vigorous sound wave.

At this time, if you look down in the air, it is clear that a rapidly rotating reamer is sudging, with a fierce and tyrannical killing intent, all the way without obstacles!

Kill all the way!

In the raging sea of mosquitoes, a figure slashed and slashed the waves, moving forward in a meandering trajectory without a moment's delay: countless corpses were swept into the air, like a roaring dragon.

No one...... , No mosquito can stop his advance, ordinary demon mosquitoes can't break through the barrier of wind, and although those gray mosquito kings can attack the main body, it is difficult to pierce the three-layer armor. In this autumn hunt, Mai Shaofei can be said to have invested enough, and more than ten pieces of high-grade armor alone were prepared for him. He knew that Thirteen Lang fought with his body, and Thirteen Lang knew better the role he had to play, so he could not be negligent in guarding against it.

He was able to penetrate armor, and the Mosquito King's Liliang had been exhausted, and he no longer had the ability to pierce his skin that was harder than armor. After half a year of penance, Thirteen Lang gained not only this unique wind shield, but also the half-truncated tail finger.

Even the mutilated fingers have grown, and his physical body has already surpassed the three-star war spirit and become the most reliable hole card.

His body was outrageously hard, unimaginably fast, and Liliang was irresistibly large, and the demon mosquito was ferocious and cruel, without the slightest emotion, and Thirteen Lang had long since lived and died, and he had long since lost his fear: he was more violent, more manic, and more fierce than them.

He has the incomparable advantage of the demon mosquito forever quiet, the desire for revenge!

The moment he saw Su Mei, Thirteen Lang, like all creatures with human blood flowing with human blood, really forgot everything, no longer thinking about the consequences, no longer trying to calculate, no longer thinking about any spirits and demons, what race, he threw away all distracting thoughts, and there was only one thought left in his heart to take revenge!

Revenge for one's kind! This is a race fight, and there is no room for mercy or hesitation.

Do you live or die? No, you must die, I must live!

There seemed to be a flame burning in his heart, and inexplicably, Thirteen Lang suddenly had a feeling that the holy flame, which had been tried countless times but could not be mobilized, actually showed signs of beating.

"Anger is the soul burning intent!"

This is an ancient saying passed down from generation to generation in Mujiazhai, but no one really understands, let alone comprehends.

The holy flame is originally a soul fire, and the soul fire needs to be rooted in the heart, without enough mind, without the desire to roar and break the sky, how can it stimulate this kind of soul that originated from ancient times and is forgiven by countless resentments? The Mu clan has been aggrieved for 10,000 years, and no one can cultivate the magic fire, and the root cause is not the qualification and environment at all, but a heart that fights hard and cannot look back...,

"Teach" ,..."

Enlightenment flashed in his heart, and Thirteen Lang felt as if his chest was about to explode, and his battle spirit that tended to go crazy could no longer be suppressed, and he roared like a beast in the sky!

This roar shook the earth, whistling and sweeping among hundreds of millions of demon mosquitoes, spreading far and wide, reaching the ears of everyone who was alive.

"Ahh,...h

Mai Shaofei heard this roar, his eyes suddenly changed from worry to excitement, and he let out a long whistle in the air, thinking that it echoed.

Only he can rise in the air, with two fire dragons around him, Mai Shaofei ignored all the demon mosquitoes and witnessed Thirteen Lang cut a path like a chopping knife, Mai Shaofei roared a howl of counterattack, and also sounded the horn of human counterattack.

"Kill me!"

Two long howls echoed in the canyon, bringing more people's responses: Shentu Zubin's mana was exhausted, and he almost gave up resistance, and when he heard these two roars, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he suddenly shouted.

"Reinforcements have arrived, kill the old man!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The people roared, shouted, brandished their weapons, and cast their magical powers, either going forward or falling: in any case, the human race at this time was no longer panicking, no longer afraid, they were an iron-blooded army, although they did not have a good disciplined military appearance, but they had a fearless soul.

That's the spirit of the army!

Countless people's eyes turned blood-red, everyone seemed to be crazy, countless fires shone in the air, as well as sharp sword lights, violent figures, and even hunting battle flags.

One of Mai Shaofei's personal war spirits found a large flag out of nowhere, embroidered with a torch that soared to the sky, and swooped down on the sea of mosquitoes despite the rampant demon mosquitoes.

With this banner, people's goals are becoming clearer, and in the midst of the shouts of fighting, a long knife is forming.

Countless floaters swarmed up, attacking him countless times in the blink of an eye, many of them were gray-level mosquito kings, and cyan floaters also joined them.

Rao is three-star war spirit's body, and he can't withstand so many demon mosquito attacks. He is not Thirteen Lang, he has not been forged by a shuttle, and he does not have his violent and incomparable Liliang. His body was battered repeatedly, and it slowed down with numerous saves.

Another green mosquito rushed in, with cold eyes without a trace of expression, and pounced in front of the big man at an indescribable speed, and pounced like a kowtow. Its target is the eyes of the Great Han, the nascent soul of the cyan mosquito king, who understands the weakness of humanity: it knows that if this blow is successful, this stubborn human will fall, and it will no longer be able to guide others.

The big man wanted to hide, but his body was a little disobedient, and he wanted to block, but he held a big flag in his hand: the flag could not fall, not even crooked. He looked up suddenly, opened his mouth to meet the floater, and forced. ！

"Poof!" The mouthparts of the green mosquito pierced the throat of the big man, and the big man's mouth bit it in two.

The blue mosquito died on the spot, and the big man only had one breath left, and the poison of the cyan demon mosquito was so poisonous that even if he was a three-star war spirit, he couldn't afford it, not to mention that his throat was punctured at this time, and he had come to the end of his life.

The big man grinned and spat out half of the corpse of the demon mosquito, and still had most of the mouthparts in his throat, letting out a beastly grin.

"Ho-ho, ho-ho!

"My life is born to be miserable, why not be afraid of returning to the earth and turning into dust!"

"I'm in flames, why don't I burn to ashes!"

"The fire of the burning spirit is raging and unquenchable!"

"The soul of the burning soul, the ...... of eternity"

The singing stopped.

The hoarse and incoherent voice, the vicissitudes of life and the relentless tone, the simple and full of tragic words, the big man can no longer move, unable to move forward, and his hand is still a big flag, standing tall. ...,

People leaned on the flag, and the flag leaned against the people, roaring and singing.

The song of the Burning Spirit Clan's inheritance is a ballad that has not been sung for thousands of years.

A red shadow flickered, and Mai Shaofei swooped down in the air and came to the big man. There was a faint red glow around his body, like a humanoid fire.

That's the ultimate manifestation of mana.

Looking at this subordinate who had spent countless efforts to cultivate, and at this subordinate who was cultivated as a dead soldier and was almost not treated as a person, Mai Shaofei cried.

He didn't know where he had learned the ballad, he didn't know if he could remember it, he didn't even know if he was still sane. At this time, he only knew that this was one of his own clansmen, his most reliable and reliable subordinates, and his brothers.

Mai Shaofei stretched out his hand, took the banner from his already stiff hand, pocketed the big man's body, and then wiped his face and got back in shape.

"The soul of the burning soul will last forever!"

Two fiery dragons roared around the flag, slaughtering all the demon mosquitoes that dared to approach: one man and one flag flew in the air, like a guiding light.

"The soul of the burning soul will last forever!"

People stepped on the corpses and marched forward, singing along the road of death.

The fire dragon is roaring, the song is echoing, and the flow of people is advancing, but Jusan Lang has encountered obstacles.

The closer he got to the blue figures on the periphery, the more resistance he encountered. Countless floaters noticed this figure and saw his purpose, surging from all directions, attacking him with a desperate and crazy attitude.

In the open space of the flat ground, ordinary floaters could not even catch up with the footsteps of Jusan Lang: he was like a light dancer, waving his cloud sleeves and undulating in the wind. As he went, his figure loomed, like an illusory shadow, almost impossible to capture.

However, here, Thirteen Lang's speed can't be played, at least not at all.

There are too many demon mosquitoes, they fill every space, and although they can't attack Thirteen Lang, they can form a continuous and powerful impact. Their bodies were crushed by the wind whirlpool, but the impact of Liliang could not be eliminated, and those gray and even cyan mosquito kings continued to pounce, making his speed even more slow.

His mana is depleting, and his physical strength and spirit are also rapidly depleting: before Thirteen Lang didn't understand, Weishenme those people couldn't support it for a moment, and now he understood, like this saturated supernatural power, mana consumption and Ben couldn't be reasonable. The body is like a lake that has opened its gates, and it is decreasing at a rate that can be measured with the naked eye.

If this continues, even if Thirteen Lang is covered in iron, how many nails can he crush? Not to mention, those blue mosquito kings themselves are not static targets, they are faster, more agile, and have an extremely cunning mind. It actually knew how to avoid a strong enemy, and when it saw Thirteen Lang approaching, it actually slid away some distance. Although this would cause inconvenience to its command, it would make it impossible for him to catch up.

Looking up, Thirteen Lang was opposite the mosquito king who was targeted by himself.

He saw that there was a hint of mockery in the other party's cold eyes, as if he was ridiculing this powerful and ridiculous human being, and felt unworthy for him. It could see that if he wanted to escape with this person's strength, he would not be able to stop it even if he was afraid of the sea of demon mosquitoes: however, he did not know how to advance or retreat, and tried in vain to carry out the drama of taking the head of the general from the ten thousand armies, which was too ridiculous.

It knew that it would not be long before this mighty human would run out of strength, he would run out of mana, he would run out of spirit: and then, he would die!

It looked at Thirteen Lang, trying to see despair in his eyes, fear and helplessness.

It was disappointed, it didn't see what it wanted to see, but it heard one, two sounds that it shouldn't have heard, didn't want to hear. ...,

An earth-shattering roar.

"Aaron!"

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