The two purple mosquito kings were more than ten meters apart, and they were swooping towards the crowd from different directions, and the target was the person who led them.

The roar of the big gray was still echoing in the air, and Thirteen Lang had already rushed behind the mosquito king on the left like a falcon: his left hand reached out and grabbed one of the legs of the mosquito king, and the soul-breaking spear in his right hand had turned into black light when his body ran forward, and it was fiercely inserted into the back of the mosquito king.

The Mosquito King let out a terrible hiss, and his head reversed his mouthparts to stab at his opponent like lightning, but Thirteen Lang had already ignored it, he clapped his hands together, and his body drew a graceful arc behind the Mosquito King, and the Soul Breaker Spear tore the Mosquito King's wings and drifted away like an elf. The mouthparts cut through the fan-shaped section, accompanied by a little blood scattered in the air, as if a master had a master's skillful hand, drawing a poignant brush.

Countless black dots swarmed up, pounced on the purple mosquito with the trajectory of Thirteen Lang, and its fierce and greedy gaze made even the mosquito king tremble. They are everywhere and bite everywhere: mouthparts pierce the body, wings, belly, and wounds of the king of mosquitoes, and puffs of acid are splashed: the king screams bitterly, frantically shouting for the people around him to save him. What made it desperate was that these mutant killers ignored the attacks of other demon mosquitoes, staring firmly at the injured purple mosquito, and refused to let go.

Strict military discipline comes into play again, and even if the demon mosquito receives the order of the mosquito king, it will still instinctively counterattack or dodge when it is attacked. Flying ants are completely different, they are crazy and cold, bloodthirsty and ferocious, and most importantly, they carry out the will of the queen ant to the point of being outrageously strict!

A flying ant was targeted by two blue-level demon mosquitoes, and two mouthparts that were almost longer than its body pierced at the same time, and the absolute difference in rank made it have no power to resist; even so, when the flying ant was dismembered by the two blue mosquitoes, it still did not forget to spit a mouthful of acid at the purple mosquito

It didn't have time to attack with its sharpest mouthparts, but it could use its life to vent Zuihou's anger once, and it also did its best to Zuihou's liliang.

Under such a violent and crazy attack, although the strength of the injured purple mosquito far surpassed that of the flying ants, it had no speed and could only become a live target. After only supporting the five breaths, it was like a purple ball covered in black paint, tumbling from the air and falling to the ground.

Countless black dots scattered, and when the remains of the Purple Mosquito King were presented in front of them, people couldn't help but gasp collectively, looking at the flying ants with eyes full of awe and gratitude.

There is no wreckage, except for the mouthparts, the mosquito king even the legs and limbs were bitten and torn apart by the flying ants, and all of them were swallowed into the abdomen.

Eight fingers! Xiao Eight Fingers,,

Master!Master is coming!Master is coming!,1

Kill!Kill the Demon Mosquito!Ignite the Spiritual Fire, Burn the Flame!,1

The mighty sound sounded again, like a roaring hurricane, sweeping across the battlefield. In despair, people saw the light, and their bodies were filled with liliang again, and they waved their weapons again.

At the same time, Thirteen Lang had already left the range of the purple mosquito and pounced on the second target.

When the first mosquito king was still struggling in the air, Thirteen Lang had already floated away, his expression was still quiet, but his gaze was as cold as a blade, and Mo dropped it on the other purple mosquito.

Only when you are on the battlefield can you truly appreciate that kind of bloody and tragic 1 Jusanlang knows that the key to this battle lies in the silver mosquito king, and he must not take this opportunity to expand the results of the battle to the extreme: only by turning the entire space into a battle field and turning it into a sea of supernatural powers without a trace of gaps, can the mosquito king have no room to dodge and finally win.

To achieve this goal, he must kill as many purple mosquitoes as possible in the shortest possible time, so that the Demon Mosquito Legion cannot form a unified and effective command before he can settle the situation in one fell swoop.

A long gap was torn by the mosquito king on his leg, the flesh and blood rolled up with a feeling of numbness, Thirteen Lang's body soared in the air, and the Duan Soul Spear had already been sent out from his hand: countless thin rays shrouded the space of several zhang, and also wrapped the purple mosquito that was awake from stagnation. ...,

The mosquito king's gaze shrank abruptly, full of disbelief and horror: it couldn't believe what it had seen, its companions had been killed in a single sight, and they had been eaten by those little things that were as fierce as ghosts!

It couldn't help but think about it more, and countless thin rays of lightning came out of that person's hand, and the mosquito king had no time and space to dodge, so he could only carry it. The most terrifying thing is that the figure that is not much slower than the thin mang has already rushed towards it, with a killing intent that makes it chill, roaring.

With a sharp hiss from its mouth, the mosquito king instantly turned into a virtual figure, its wings flicking at unimaginable speed, and its six legs slashed in front of it, but its body retreated backwards in a completely irregular manner.

It was not the first time it had encountered a Soul Breaker Spear attack, and it had already adapted from the initial defense, the howling wind swept away most of the sharp thorns, and the six legs and limbs danced wildly to form a natural barrier, sweeping the rest into the air. In the experience of the Mosquito King, these mouthparts from the same kind did not pose a threat to himself, but for the sake of safety, he decided to leave the area and stay away from the terrifying man.

There was a sharp pain in the abdomen, and the body of the mosquito king was stunned: half of the amputated leg flew miserably into the air, and before it landed, it was devoured by several flying ants. At that moment, it didn't even have time to feel the fear, and its eyes looked stunned and dazed.

is the same Soul Breaking Spear, where is Thirteen Lang who can be compared to others, those thin thorns are swept away by the mosquito king, and those legs and limbs can be intercepted, but they can't block the attack of the main spine, and they are deeply inserted into the abdomen.

Just woke up from the shock, the mosquito king didn't have time to think about the reason, and Thirteen Lang's fists had arrived. The left hand is clawed and the right hand is clenched into a fist as it slams into its body.

Flying at his extreme speed, Thirteen Lang didn't even have time to take out a weapon, even if he could take it out just by sending out his thoughts, he didn't have time.

His fists, his hands, his body are the strongest weapons!

Two eyes met in the air, one cold and fierce, the other frightened and dazed.

The mosquito king screamed, his body flew back, and his mouthparts met Thirteen Lang's right palm. Thirteen Lang did not dodge or dodge, his palm was only slightly sideways, allowing the purple lightning-like mouthparts to pass through the edge of his palm, and then he grasped it, and his left hand became a knife, directly plunging into the chest of the mosquito king.

After falling asleep in March, Shisanlang returned to the battlefield and found that his biggest gain was not the change of Jindan, but the visual change brought about by it.

In the past, the mosquito king's movements were so fast that he almost didn't have time to react. However, at this time, he was able to clearly catch the trajectory of his mouthparts and make some reactions.

Some reactions, it's enough for him!Growing up in a fight at the age of six, if you can react on the battlefield, this shijie can be compared to Thirteen Lang, not much!

The palm is like a knife, and it is thrust into the chest of the mosquito king with a sharp thorn.

If someone else did this, the Mosquito King would laugh at him for not being able to do anything. The body of the purple-level mosquito king is no longer as fragile as ordinary demon mosquitoes, and when they are angry, the sharp hairs on their bodies stand up like steel needles, and they collide with their flesh and blood.

However, in the face of this person, the mosquito king did not dare to do so. Its mouthparts were grabbed by Jushiro, and it hissed more frightened than angry, and as it called out for the help of its companions, it raised its three legs and legs, one by one, trying to block the sword.

Click,.

Several indifferent and crisp voices converged together, as if there was only a sound, and the three legs were broken and crooked, and Zuihou was smashed into the chest and abdomen by Thirteen Lang's fists, and countless blood flowers were scattered in the air, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a human or the blood of the mosquito king.

Ang ......,1...,

Under the intense pain and the threat of death, the mosquito king let out a wail like a human voice, its chest like a collapsed shortbread, and the body hair that had been used as an attack weapon pierced deep into its internal organs, if it had any.

The mosquito king screamed wildly, struggling with all his might, his body rolling in the air like a sharply spinning top, but to its despair, the figure seemed to be glued to its body, no matter what kind of wind and waves it rolled up, no matter how many wounds it cut on the other party's body, it would not let go.

The hurricane roared, and the people around him, the demon mosquitoes, and the flying ants couldn't get involved, and some flying ants rushed to the rescue, but they were swept away by the wind of the mosquito king and the cyclone around Shisanlang, and they were twisted into countless pieces.

Bang bang!,1

A few dense drum-like sounds sounded, and the vitality of the mosquito king passed quickly, but he still refused to give up the struggle and counterattack: until a huge figure crashed through the space, passed through countless layers of obstacles, and dealt it a fatal blow.

Uh...,1

Big Ash wanted to show it again, but unfortunately the previous roar consumed all his energy, and this roar was only halfway out before choking in his throat, and the donkey's face was red, which was a little funny.

But it doesn't just roar, it also has huge, hard, terrifying donkey hooves!

The donkey's hooves, which were not much smaller than the basin, fell in the air, and the big ash condensed his anger, teasing, and grievances into the blow, slamming it on the purple vortex.

The black hooves carried red fire, and the black and red reflected like a roar from hell, and stomped heavily on the body of the mosquito king.

With a ,. pop, a cloud of colorful oil paint burst out in the air, Thirteen Lang held the mouthparts in his hand, but the body of the mosquito king flew behind him, leaving him with only a head full of body fluids, almost unable to distinguish his nose and face.

Uh...junior brother, I didn't mean to,,

Suddenly seeing the tragic situation of Thirteen Lang,,, Da Ash subconsciously wanted to get rid of responsibility.

Where did Thirteen Lang have time to take care of it, his body drew an arc in the air, and landed accurately behind the big gray. He stretched out his hand, and countless flying ants roared and pounced on his body to devour him.

They devour the blood of the Mosquito King, the flesh of the Mosquito King, and everything that the Mosquito King left on Thirteen Lang's body, as well as Thirteen Lang's own blood.

It's just that this kind of devouring is different from attacking the mosquito king, their movements are fast and accurate, and their mouthparts turn into the gentlest cotton handkerchief in the hard turtle, floating over Shisanlang's body like a breeze.

Take away the filth, leave the refreshment, leave a clear teenager.

The mosquito king is useless to others, but it is an absolute supplement for flying ants: even if he comes out of such an environment, even if he falls into such a mess, Thirteen Lang still does not want to cherish all this, and he cannot waste any of it.

Oh my God,.

The scene of countless flying ants crawling and sucking on the body was too shocking, and it really frightened many people, and the big gray donkey's face was stretched longer, and he kept muttering to himself in his heart, this junior brother is too disgusting.

Don't leave yet,,

Thirteen Lang waved his hand to make the flying ants disperse, patted the big gray head and shouted around: Follow me, kill ,.

Kill ,. and all the people.

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[This text is provided by Qihang @ Peach Blossom Three or Two Branches Outside the Grave]