"You're looking for death!"

If he could, Yokoyama Fuji was happy to pause the fight and scold the other party - although he knew that he couldn't.

Your father is replaced by your mother, the humiliation is stronger than just now, there is no difference to Yokoyama, he has experienced the tricks of Shisanlang, and knows that no matter your father and your mother or your uncle, your wife, or your sister, the purpose is only to disturb his mind.

That's how wonderful it is. Knowing this, there is no way not to be affected, Yokoyama Fuji knows that the best response is to ignore it, and he did so, but deep in his heart, he still can't help but think about the question: Who is my mother?

Who is the father and where is the mother, ordinary people can answer without thinking, but Yokoyama Fuji has no answer.

There are a lot of coincidences in the world.,Yokoyama Fuji doesn't know his father's mother.,Thirteen Lang asked at this time.,Of course, he was unintentional Yokoyama Fuji was sure of this.,But I still can't help but wonder if I should ask the other party about this.,Do you really know what this is, how is this possible?

It is impossible for Shisanlang to know, it is impossible to stop the battle, Yokoyama Fuji is extremely tormented in his heart, and the torment accumulates more and more with each moment, reaching and breaking through a certain boundary point.

So he was angry, and furious.

"Roar!"

Enraged, Yokoyama Fuji made a crazy move that shocked everyone, he threw his head back, his waist and abdomen exerted force, and his body bent back like a bow stretched to the limit. At this time, his cultivation was still in the realm, but the speed of his operation was far exceeded, and the two layers of red light inside and outside his body were clearly the same color, but they were clearly distinguishable from each other.

A manic aura permeated his eyes, and Yokoyama let out a strange scream, and the hand holding the knife was dripping with blood and had a sound like a popping bean.

"Holy, crazy?"

Thirteen Lang was a little surprised, and the cultivation in his body also began to surge. Punch a few more punches.

The surrounding ghosts looked at each other, looking confused, secretly wondering what was wrong with Yokoyama Fuji? I couldn't afford this little setback, and my heart was wide open? In contrast, Renxiu had obvious worries on his face, and at the same time couldn't help but have a little expectation, and felt in his heart that since Yokoyama Fuji was crazy. Perhaps the time has come for the battle to end.

At this moment, Yokoyama Fuji shook his head vigorously and let out a beast-like roar.

"Ahhhh

He said that he was not roaring because his voice was incoherent, incongruous, chaotic, and yet chaotic, and it felt like a forced blend of several things that didn't fit together. For example, the player who plays the piano wants to express joy, the piper tries to interpret sorrow, the drummer tries to express grandeur, and the string controller is extremely desolate. All kinds of chaos are pieced together, and the tone that finally converges releases an extraordinary sadness.

What a complicated and helpless feeling it was!

Oh!

The voice came out, the force was revealed, and the ghost soldier army array close to Hengshan was affected first, and the soulless soul screamed loudly, crying without tears, and did not know why it arose, and did not know what to do to curb it; The meaning of grief spreads like a storm, as if a visible wave roars in all directions. But they were all moved.

Spiritual things always have feelings, whether you are a human being, a ghost, a pawn, a general, or a king, there is always sadness and resentment in your heart, and for a long time, these cultivators have learned to suppress it. The heart of the Tao is like iron, and it is almost impossible to feel it, and now, the cry of Yokoyama Fuji completely ignites the sad part and releases it to the fullest.

For a while, the ghosts and demons were out of control. Crying everywhere!

"No!" the Quartet Ghost King was dumbfounded, sobbing and questioning.

"Can't!" Tucci was speechless, quietly twisting his head to the side.

"No!" Jin Hua was dumbfounded, but his hand unconsciously touched the corner of his eye and secretly wiped away the tears.

"Ridiculous, ridiculous!" Boss Su, who loves face, didn't know what to do, and scolded while crying: "What kind of system!"

Xiao Budian had already cried and had a face to spare, and his heart flew over thousands of mountains and rivers, returned to the bottom of the blood prison, and saw the moment when the whole clan was buried. Bai Yi put him in his arms, and the softest voice comforted him, and he listened to it quite calmly.

"Don't be afraid, Auntie is here. ”

Since its birth and debut, thousands of disgusting spirit ants have died in battle, if measured by the feelings of the mother and son of the human race, who is qualified to compare with it;

In addition to her, there is another person who is different.

"Hey, hey, there's still this ability!"

Unlike Bai Yi, who had suffered too much and had a huge resistance, Thirteen Lang shouted and laughed, his expression was very surprised, and at the same time extremely wild.

"Son, come to Daddy. ”

Without the need for momentum, posturing, and careful preparation, Thirteen Lang came as soon as he opened his mouth, and his words were frivolous and mocking, and everyone could hear the disdain contained in them.

The two worlds are the biggest hole cards, and when they built the foundation, they had seen the spirit of extreme resentment, and then after six desires and seven feelings, the heart of the thirteen Langs, not to mention that it was as solid as steel, and I was afraid that I couldn't find out who was the opponent;

But Yokoyama feels different. He is the strongest and weakest to release his sorrow, and he is at a time when his feelings are extremely sensitive, and Thirteen Lang opened his mouth at this moment, giving him mixed feelings, mixed with joy and sorrow.

Sadness is easy to understand, where does the joy come from?

It's like the old father beckoning from afar, with a kind face and a warm embrace, and it is impossible to refuse after a long absence.

"Ahh

If you even encircle yourself in the law, the result will be self-defeating. The last trace of Qingming reminded Hengshan that if he continued to "cry" like this, he would not only be defeated, but also sink into the trap of love and resentment, and he would never be able to get rid of it.

Is it really so strict?

It's really so strict.

Any monk who has ever experienced a heart tribulation knows that the so-called inner demons, many times, what comes out of the expression is an unsolvable thought, and if you figure it out, the result of failure is extremely strict, and the strictest thing is not to die unexpectedly, but to sink and cannot extricate yourself.

The howl rose again, and Hengshan shook his head, shaking his head in a completely different direction from ordinary people, and went straight forward.

The body drawn into a bow rebounded violently, and the effect was really like a sharp arrow crashing, and Yokoyama did not throw, throw, shake, shake and shake out a head of his own.

The face is exactly the same, the expression is exactly the same, as if there were two heads above the neck. Now one was in place, and one rushed forward like a hammer to meet the fist of the other head Thirteen Lang.

"Wow!"

I can't describe how shocked I was in my heart, and Thirteen Lang screamed and marveled. He noticed that the skull that had been thrown out was sad and intimate, with great strength but like a child in his arms. On the contrary, after shaking his head, Yokoyama's original head was calm, as if he had returned to the state he was in at the beginning of the battle, and his mind was clear.

What kind of exercise is this, not only throwing out the "love xù" that affects the mood like a doppelganger, but also using it as a weapon to attack the opponent?

Knowing that the magic method of the underworld is different from the human world, Thirteen Lang still can't figure out how to do it, but he knows one thing: defeating this head of love will have little impact on Yokoyama, and it is even possible to help him, but on the contrary, he will be affected by the destruction of his feelings, and even if he is not afraid, he will have some trouble.

Yokoyama is more than powerful. It's magical.

That's going to be fought too!

"Broken!"

How can you hesitate in the battle, the fist breaks the wind, instead of stopping and hesitating, but accelerates forward, forward, and indomitable.

"Boom!", it was not loud, but the people around him were like lightning striking the spiritual platform, and their minds were in a trance for a moment.

Since the beginning of the war. The persistent fist finally hit the target, flattening and shattering the head that Yokoyama Fuji threw out in one fell swoop. When it completely collapsed, it was pressed back into Yokoyama's skull.

The front end, the back head, the front head is broken, the back head flies, and the body of Yokoyama Fuji is reversed. His expression changed again.

"You!"

"Alas!"

Thirteen Lang sighed then, suppressed the helplessness in his heart, and flew up again.

It is impossible for outsiders to see that at this moment, the two of them are suffering the impact of the most incomprehensible love in the world, and the shattered head is divided into three. Most of the collapse invisibly spread in all directions, and some of them returned to Yokoyama and entered the body of Thirteen Lang.

Because of that head, that fight, a connection was established between the two, they knew each other, and they couldn't think about it for the time being, and the final result was that while the two were thinking about how to defeat and even kill each other, they couldn't contain some closeness in their hearts

"Bastard, how can you do this!" In the midst of the retreat, Yokoyama Fuji roared inwardly.

"Fuck off, little lamb. Thirteen Lang actually heard it and vented his anger in his heart with a foul mouth.

“”

Yokoyama Fuji also heard it, so both of them came to their senses, shouted in their hearts at the same time, and swore an oath.

"I'll kill you!"

"Knives!"

The long whistle recurred in the retreat, and Yokoyama's heart had never been so strong, and the killing intent had never been so strong.

If it was said that the two were fighting and fighting for victory before, at this moment both sides understand that the nature of this battle has changed, and they must kill each other.

There are tens of millions of monks in the world, endless ghosts, and there are few people who study and specialize in love, not because it is not powerful enough or difficult, but because they know that they can't afford the risk.

In a way, the first thing to do is to feel all kinds of feelings, the process is long and difficult, from a certain point of view, it is equivalent to always hand in hand with the demons, a little careless confusion of the mind, regret indefinitely. When it is done, the way of love is like a well-prepared medicine, and the inner ingredients are harmonious according to the proportion, which is desirable but cannot be collected.

The meaning here is that attacking the enemy with love is equivalent to taking water, and it doesn't matter how much is left in the basin, but you can't add debris indiscriminately, especially you can't change the composition. People who make alchemists know that if they mix good things, the slightest change may turn the elixir into a highly poisonous poison, but vice versa. The love path spell is similar to this, and the heart is cultivated, and it must not be messed with.

Now that the bridge between the two has been built, if they can still try to resolve the division in the battle, they will only have one choice left on the battlefield.

Kill each other!

"Two Breaks"

Draw the knife to cut off the water, cut off the love twice, and Hengshan does not draw the knife three inches.

A breath that tore apart the heavens and the earth bloomed in an instant, and the people watching the battle from all directions felt that their souls and bodies were as if they were peeled off, and the whole person of Yokoyama Fuji was like a sharp blade, and the cold air hit people.

This time, even if Jusan Lang arrived in time to slap him in the face as before, Yokoyama was ready to ignore it.

Thirteen Lang didn't do that, the moment the head in his fist separated, he had already turned his body and rushed into the ghost army array, grabbed the ghost general casually, and opened the bow again with his back.

The ghost general who robbed the ghost will cry nonstop, in the hands of Thirteen Lang is no heavier than a bean sprout, with people as arrows, Thirteen Lang stopped drinking at the same time.

"Definitely!"

"Knife"

The two broken knives were decided, and Yokoyama Fuji only shouted halfway, and the sword swayed too late to lock the breath of Thirteen Lang, and splashed out.

Yes!

The Quartet exclaimed, but the ghost general screamed, and the cultivator who was locked by the Thirteen Lang suddenly recovered, so he ignored the Dao method and greeted it with all his might.

The smoke rose, the knife passed, and the knife was broken, still splitting the ghost in half, and the remaining strength was distorted by the opponent's counterattack, and it flew obliquely.

With a bang, the ghost army array was like a honeycomb that exploded a swarm, and the place where the blade passed was a mess, and the surrounding escaped, the counterattack counterattacked, and the ghost generals shouted angrily again and again, and stopped in half a sound.

"Steady, steady!"

"Yokoyama Fuji, you are bold!"

"Definitely!"

In the midst of the chaos, Shisanlang flickered like a ghost, and every time he attacked, he could always capture a ghost general, and then shoot it as an arrow at Yokoyama. Over there, Yokoyama Fuji seemed to be crazy, and he couldn't draw more than he could unfold it, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight Minghua flashed, and he couldn't catch a corner of Thirteen Lang's clothes.

There are too many people, the scene is too chaotic, Thirteen Lang is too fast, the decisive decision is strong and it is inconvenient to crack it for a while, and then there is Yokoyama Fuji's injury, which finally brought him some impact. Due to all these factors, Yokoyama Fuji has never been able to lock up the opponent's qi, and the knife will not stick to his clothes.

The ghost array is miserable.

One person flashes and his body is confused, and the other person chases after death and refuses to let go, galloping on the battlefield for thousands of miles. The main thing is not an open space, densely packed with the subordinates of the king of the backer, and every time Hengshan Fuji makes a knife, there will be a trench up to a hundred zhang in front of him, and the inside is torn into pieces. Among those seemingly elite ghost pawns and fierce ghost generals, many of them have cultivated to be comparable to the two of them who are revealed at this moment, but judging from the results, they are like sheep being hit by elephants, and they are not at the same level at all.

It's miserable. In a moment, the ghost array that was originally neatly slaughtered was completely chaotic, and the number of casualties was still secondary, the key was that everyone didn't know what to do, and the shouting of running and fleeing and shouting could not be described if it was not a pot of porridge.

What's even more ridiculous is that at this moment, no matter whether they are being chased and killed, or the people watching the battle around, the vast majority of them are still crying, with tears on their faces, especially those who were affected by the breath released by the broken skull before, they are crying to the core, shouting and screaming.

"What should I do, woo"

"Kill, kill, woo"

It's all messed up.

"Bold!"

The king of the backer was also angry, and in his anger, he ordered the flag to be raised, and pointed his finger in the direction of Thirteen Lang.

"Take it for this king!"

"You dare!"

It wasn't Thirteen Lang who made the roar, not Mei Shuai, not even any of the Eight Hundred Cultivators, the backer king over there had just given the order, and Yokoyama Fuji was the first to express his opposition with his actions, and at the critical moment, he simply did not pursue Thirteen Lang, but turned his blade to the ghost pawn army formation that had just gathered, and shouted wildly.

"Kill!"

The blade rises, and the wreckage is everywhere it passes, and people turn over on their backs, and mourn all over the field.

"Yokoyama Fuji, you are looking for death"

Angered and attacked, the backer king was about to be tortured to the point of madness, and the military flag waved again.

"Give me ho!"

With an indescribable bright light and an irrepressible roar of grief and indignation, Yokoyama Fuji drew his sword for the seventeenth time, slamming the military order of the king back to his throat and replacing it with a groan that was cut by his throat.

"Great Freedom Sword Demon!"

(To be continued......) R1292