Since the age of six, Jusan Lang has walked on the brink of death countless times, and he has never been so desperate.

From the very beginning, Shisanro knew that trying to persuade the other party to keep Jingle Bell with his mouth was a fool's dream, and he didn't have that fantasy. All of the previous things were all disguises he made for the fighter, in order to meet this battle and seek the possibility of victory that is unique in ten thousand.

Painstakingly planning, pretending to be crazy and stupid, and using everything he could use, he did find an opportunity to turn the other party from hostility to insipidity, and neglected to take precautions.

As a result, there was no effect.

As the woman said, she has touched the edge of the rules and entered a whole new dimension. No matter how many conspiracies and tricks are used, what use can the other side use as long as they suppress it violently.

Yet he did not give up and could not give up. He still has to hold on, pretend to be on, and continue to fight for the impossible.

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Dragging his still numb legs, Shisanlang limped towards the woman, like a martyr on the execution platform. It's just that the expression on his face is too lazy, and he doesn't show much sadness and generosity, but a little funny.

"What do you do?"

The phantom woman felt that persistence, her heart trembled slightly, and she said in a cold voice: "Don't expect it to be useful, I won't show mercy." ”

"I want to be fast, too, isn't there no way?"

Thirteen Lang's expression was very painful, and he said sadly: "I don't take advantage of this little bit of cheapness, it's too inhuman." ”

“......”

The woman didn't know what to say, and watched him come to her, and the stupid donkey next to her watched the scene. His eyes widened, and he secretly thought that this product really has a set, and this god has to study hard.

"You give me zhanzhu!"

Seeing that Thirteen Lang was approaching less than five feet, the Phantom Woman could no longer bear it, and she looked at Thirteen Lang. Said sharply: "You...... Come here again, I'm going to do it!"

"That's a foul. Thirteen Lang said seriously.

The woman said, "If you want to fight, why do you come so close?" ”

Thirteen Langping stretched out his hand and said, "I can't reach it." ”

Looking at the pair of claws that were about to touch her chest, the woman resisted the urge to scold, and said weakly: "What the hell do you want!!"

"Let me take one more step, one step. ”

Measuring his gaze between her chest and his palm, Thirteen Lang said ashamedly, "You can get a shield." lest I take too many steps and go too far. ”

“...... Shameless!"

The woman gritted her teeth and burst out two words, her chest rose and fell, and she said, "This seat is disdainful...... You...... Definitely!"

Another raid!

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As if by magic, Thirteen held the drum in his left hand and bent his right hand to play it continuously. At the same time, the mouth was cut off: "Years!"

"Knock knock!"

Four drums sounded, rapid and violent, and at this moment, Shisanro actually broke through his limit and beat four drums in a row.

At the same time, a dragon's roar reverberated through the air. Big Ash only exerts force on his front hooves, and his body rises into the air. The two bluestones on the ground shattered, and the donkey opened its bloody mouth, and together with its two front hooves, it pounced on the woman's head.

There was a loud buzz. The quiet room suddenly dimmed, and countless flying ants screamed, swarming up and down, left and right. The slender and sharp mouthparts emit a dazzling ghostly light. Like bloodthirsty spirits.

At that moment, everyone's ears suddenly lost their voices. There are too many sounds coming together, but it makes people feel the ultimate quiet. There are distinct ripples echoing in the air, staggered and twisted like layers of folded paper, colliding with each other.

The woman's face changed drastically, the anger in her eyes disappeared, revealing a hint of horror.

She couldn't have imagined that Thirteen Lang had so many flying ants, and she couldn't imagine how Thirteen Lang could manipulate so many flying ants!

What made her especially unbelievable was that in a moment, Shisanro was able to ...... Interfere with her word-fixing powers!

It is almost impossible for the Yuanying Monk to master the rules, the rules, that is the Heavenly Dao Divine Power that only the Avatar Monk is qualified to comprehend; the Illusory Woman's peerless talent can only touch the edge of the edge, and it can only be displayed with an absolute cultivation gap. ...,

If it is really like what she said, it can become a domain space of its own, not to mention fighting with Thirteen Lang, it is enough to run rampant within the Yuan Infant. With her realm cultivation, how could she possibly get that step! Don't look at her swaying freely before, it could only be achieved under the absolute suppression of cultivation. If she is facing an opponent of the same level or even a higher level, whether this kind of supernatural power can work is really two words.

In the final analysis, it is still the same sentence, the truth is the truth, whether you can do it or not is another matter, it depends on the actual situation.

Thousands of flying ants, where she is sure she can hold it! The most terrible thing is that Thirteen Lang comprehended it in a moment and cast this spell in reverse, although it could not compete with her supernatural powers, it still brought a trace of impact after all.

A hint of influence - that's enough!

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The two ripples collided, and Shisanlang's divine powers quickly disintegrated, and the ensuing consequence was that he was like being hit in the head by a heavy hammer, and his face instantly turned gray and aging. The powerful power of devouring rampant through his body, as if a gluttonous beast was devouring it. His hair turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin was wrinkled, and his lips were dry and burnt, exuding a burst of dead intent.

The only constant was his eyes, uplifted and bright. His eyes were fierce in ecstasy, and he spewed out a mouthful of bloody arrows head-on, and pounced on the woman's face like a sharp blade. The surrounding flying ants were almost crazy because of the breath of blood, and they surged up wildly regardless of whether there was a mountain of swords or a sea of fire in front of them.

At this moment, four drums and a big gray dragon roar came out, which did not stop for a moment, and rushed straight into the woman's eardrums.

Gather sand into a tower, a hundred rivers into the sea! A moment apart, but the result is already a world of difference.

The heart was chaotic and frightened, and the supernatural powers were counterattacked due to interference, and the four drums and the roar of the dragon finally made the woman delay, and her movements were slowed down by a beat.

She only had time to slap out a palm and sweep away the huge gray body. The woman still remembered what had happened before, and instinctively put her first target on Big Ash. The donkey turned into a meteorite and fell down from the wall in a volley like Thirteen Lang. Unconscious.

A clear palm print appeared on its body, and the bones of its whole body were broken, and it was unknown whether it was dead or dead.

However, at this time, the surrounding flying ants also pounced on the woman. Countless mouthparts pierced into the aura of the body protector and sucked hard!

Thousands of flying ants, even if she was a Yuanying Cultivator, even if her cultivation was far beyond the same level, the spiritual light on her body immediately collapsed, and the demonic qi was swept away, and she could only make up for it with the mana in her body.

"Ahh

The woman screamed, completely exposing the woman's nature. You can't blame her for being timid. Anyone who sees countless flying ants lying on their bodies has only one expression: horror!

These flying ants are the size of half a finger, and not only have sharp mouthparts, but also have claws on both sides that open and close. The mouth kept spitting acid, and when it fell on the woman, bursts of green smoke came out.

At that moment, the woman even wondered if her skin was all rotten. Is it like a skinned toad, ugly, horrible, and miserable?

With a scream in her mouth, the woman wanted to use a second magical power. It's too late!

Thirteen Lang pounced on her like a hungry tiger and grabbed her hands with both hands. He staggered his legs and twisted them to wrap the woman's legs firmly.

The two were entangled like stones on the ground. The woman's eyes were filled with shame and indignation, and she opened her mouth to lust. Thirteen Lang didn't care whether she was asking for mercy or fighting back, and he was faced with a head hammer.

"Bang!"

He didn't mean to pity the jade at all, and smashed his head on the bridge of the woman's nose. With a flash of inspiration, the protection of the zuihou on the woman's body collapsed, and countless stars shone in front of her, almost dizzy. The mana that was easy to lift collapsed, and the breath condensed.

"Bang!"

Thirteen Lang still didn't give up, and it was another heavy headbutt. This time he was finally gentle, and chose not her nose, but the forehead that was as smooth as a mirror. ...,

"Bang!

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The woman was about to go crazy, she was pressed to the ground by Thirteen Lang, her hands and feet seemed to be chained, and she couldn't move at all. She was hit the head, her mind was blurred, and she was talking about casting spells.

Not to mention the pain in her body, such a posture made her die of shame!

Outside the body, countless flying ants were sucking in, and there was a strong male breath that came to the face and penetrated through the body. There seemed to be countless ants scratching in her body, internal and external, indescribable.

"Ahh

There was a terrible wail from her mouth, and the woman's body couldn't move, but she still had a baby. At her dantian, a naked villain about an inch tall sat cross-legged, his face was pale, his two small hands pinched his fingers and were about to cast a spell, when he suddenly showed an expression of extreme horror, and his movements also stopped.

From Thirteen Lang's hands, to be precise, there was an inexplicable suction from his four fingers, the left hand sucked the demon, the right hand sucked the spirit, and without the spiritual power, he absorbed the vitality, absorbed the true element, absorbed the essence, and sucked out everything he could.

They were like two exhaust fans, sucking out the woman's mana continuously. There are also countless flying ants, which are also devouring and absorbing frantically.

At a visible speed, the woman's Yuan Ying was paused, and several attempts to cast the spell were interrupted. On the contrary, Thirteen Lang's complexion was recovering, and the flying ants that had absorbed a large amount of magic power fell to the ground as if they had survived.

"Stop!"

The woman cried out with horror on her face, no reserve or pride.

Jusan Lang heard her cry and reacted as well.

He lowered his head, pressed the top of his head against the woman's jaw, and slammed it hard. The woman snorted, nearly biting off her tongue. The top of her head was barely able to speak, and it was difficult for her mouth to open and close, let alone pinch and chant spells.

Only then did Shisanlang put his mind at ease and said in a muffled voice: "Don't move anymore, I won't hurt you!"

"You...... You beast!"

The woman couldn't hold back any longer, and tears rolled down her cheeks. At this moment, she even had the heart to blow herself up. However, with the young lady in her body, she could not make this choice.

was lying on his stomach by a man, his head hung down to his chest, the heat of his breath hit his heart, he even spoke intermittently and slurredly, and he said that he would not hurt himself, why was he so shameless!

"You...... Don't suck it anymore!"

Feeling the suction force getting worse and worse, the woman thought of a possibility, and her heart swelled up with even greater horror. She had no choice but to give up Zuihou's dignity and plead with difficulty.

"Please, don't suck anymore!"

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In other words, when I started writing this book, I defined the character of the main character, he is a soul who has traveled through two lives, a soul who has lived two lives and has had a very painful experience. In terms of personality, I gave him a lot of haode aspects, and at the same time a lot of non-haode aspects. For example: pretending to be forced is one of them!

But please don't misunderstand, Thirteen Lang will never appear in battle. This is also my opinion, the battle should be short and extremely violent, it should be intense, but it should not be procrastinated, let alone pretentious. Fighting in multiple chapters in a row doesn't appear in my book, and as for Jusan Lang's pretense in front of a strong opponent, it should be a manifestation of unscrupulous means for victory, a kind of battle of wits.

The reason why I write this way is because I have always adhered to one point of view: the protagonist in a novel cannot be perfect, let alone always correct! Tang Qing is like this, and the same is true for Shisanlang.

Well, that's it.

Of course, how well this process is grasped depends on the feelings of book lovers after all. At least as far as the direction of my efforts is concerned, every word, every action, and every look before the battle has its purpose.

I don't mean to say this, I just want to tell you that I am indeed shaping this character with my heart. As long as you look closely at those details, you will naturally be able to appreciate the impact it has on the battle situation. In addition, I would like to say that although I wrote Xianxia, compared to other Xianxia books, the monk's Taoist supernatural powers have been deliberately weakened. Here I refer to Journey to the West and Fengshen, in my opinion, it is not interesting to pursue the mystery too much and exaggerate the monk's supernatural powers.

Even Sun Monkey is only so capable, let alone a few little monks!

It's really not interesting to explain so much. An author, no matter how good or bad he writes, should at least stick to his own way of writing. The mind is not strong enough, what kind of book do you write!

Zuihou still wants to plead with everyone's support, if you don't like it, the old gun has no complaints. But if you like to watch, please also subscribe to xiexie you!

There is another chapter in the evening, and this "series" will be finished, it must be very late, everyone will read it tomorrow.

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