"In the battle of advent, the two realms of spirit and demon suffered heavy losses, and the situation of demon cultivation was even worse than that of spiritual cultivation, more than a thousand super yuan infant cultivators were killed, although they had the power of a hundred clans, it would be difficult to recover their vitality for a while. ”

"The blood domain is about to open, the Demon Palace has four blood tripods, and it takes forty major repairers to go there, and there are probably not many who can come back. I estimate that the Demon Palace attaches more importance to this matter than in previous years, and everything comes first. In this case, even if it is a demon palace, it cannot help but think carefully, whether there are enough manpower, and whether it can withstand the twists and turns. ”

"The Quartet Alliance is not stable, Kaba Yan Wu has more or less something to do with me, if it was in the past, catch up with the current moment, do the Demon Palace dare to let go? I know that the Demon Cultivator is not afraid of being an enemy of the spiritual cultivator, but I can't ignore the swallowtail Ka, even if it is only a little possibility, it must be seriously avoided. ”

Waving his hand to stop Mai Shaofei, who wanted to speak, Thirteen Lang said: "It's easy to cut down my little tree, the problem is that the Demon Palace can't be sure if it can block the news; ”

"Although this little tree has grown a little faster, it is not qualified to make the Demon Palace feel threatened, at most it is a little troublesome. The superior should have the weight of the superior, and when he finds a threat, he wants to eradicate it recklessly, which is the thinking of a small person. ”

"Also, in the past, this little tree did something, which was more or less helpful to the Demon Palace, and it may not be appropriate to kill it in vain. ”

Shisanlang sighed lightly and said, "Zuihou, am I a threat? I may have shown hostility? Have you asked the Demon Palace for anything? I just don't want to be restrained, I don't want to be tied by my identity." Take 10,000 steps back, even if you admit the identity of a demon cultivator. Even if I become the Holy Son of the Demon Palace, does Brother Lu think that this will lock me up? What does the Demon Palace Elder expect me to do with spirituality?"

"The elders of the Demon Palace are all smart people, and they have already figured out these truths and made arrangements. Why do you have to tell me about it? ”

I have to say that although these words are not good, they are all on point. In the position of Thirteen Lang, I am afraid that I will be aggrieved at this time, and I can't wait to scold the place to vent. Mr. Eight Fingers understands things and has an understanding of things like "politics" that others can't match, so he just calmly reasoned and analyzed the pros and cons of his choice.

That's what the superior thinks about, what kind of friendship and conscience and so on. Forget it.

The words were sincere and the Dao understood, Lu Mo still refused to give up, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Xiao's words are very reasonable, but Lu still doesn't understand, why are you so sure that the attitude of the Demon Palace has not changed. You must know that when people are not absolutely rational, among the elders, many people have a lot of complaints about Brother Xiao."

"It's a mediocrity not to be envied, I'm not a mediocre. ”

"Bloodland. How did Brother Xiao know?"

"The most annoying thing for you to be like this, it's clear that you have to pretend to be sneaky. ”

Thirteen Lang said: "To be honest, I concluded that the Demon Palace would not kill you after seeing the three of you. Otherwise, I would have run away. ”

", did you run away!" thought to Yamu, snorting.

Lu Mo didn't care about this, and asked, "Why can you conclude when you see us?"

Thirteen Lang said lightly: "If it's to catch up with the past." Shaofei came as a matter of course, and Yamu also made do. What's the matter with you? With all due respect, between Brother Lu and me. There should be no friendship to speak of. ”

To tell the truth, it sounded the most disgusting, no matter how good Lu Mo was, he couldn't help but get angry, and said coldly: "What if it's for something else?"

Thirteen Lang smiled slightly and said, "For something else, does Brother Lu mean to kill me?" or catch me?"

Lu Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why not?"

Thirteen Lang looked at him calmly and asked rhetorically, "How many of you?"

The three holy sons were silent one after another, unable to speak for a long time.

Among the three, Mai Shaofei has heard many deeds of Shisanlang, and understands that he is far from being comparable to the Xiaoxiu of Yudan, and the relationship between the two is different, although he has feelings, he does not have many unwilling thoughts; Wei Lu Mo has long had a long-term desire in his heart, and he has forged a steel heart and iron courage in the tempering of blood and fire for decades, and he is slightly resentful when he hears it.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Mo said: "Brother Xiao has many means, and the hole cards are endless, which is indeed beyond Lu Mo's reach. ”

Shisanlang looked at him calmly and said, "Dissatisfied?"

Lu Mo didn't answer, his face was as cold as iron, and his eyes gradually became sharper.

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "Try it?"

Lu Mo raised his hand, clenched his fists, and said, "Please advise." ”

The word "teaching" is very interesting, it sounds humble and polite, even if it is provocative and even murderous, it still does not make people feel much disgusted, and it fully reflects the difference between humans and beasts, cleverness, or hypocrisy.

The Blood Killing Holy Son Lu Mo, known as the first person of the Demon Palace Holy Son, does not refer to his cultivation realm, but to the ruthlessness in battle and the grasp of the fighter plane;

Xiao Shisanlang, known as the first rookie, has a much higher reputation than Lu Mo; his mind is comparable to that of a demon, which covers up others to a certain extent, and people can't help but have associations.

Those who are familiar with it know that Thirteen Lang has a lot of help, and he often has two beasts and one ghost around him, as well as a large group of flying ants available, and the fight is equivalent to a group fight, which is really not fair to the opponent.

For example, Lu Mo, he only cultivates a knife, and if he goes out, he will be defeated or killed; from the perspective of momentum alone, this method can attract more attention, and make people feel that they are unrivaled or even invincible.

Wen Wu is the first and Wu is the second, so if two people are put together, who is stronger?

Many people want to know the results, including Lu Mo himself.

Compared to the realm, Lu Mo is obviously higher than Thirteen Lang, if the two sides fight to the death, no one thinks that there is anything wrong with Thirteen Lang using other means, and everyone understands that in that case, Lu Mo is most likely a death, no, it will definitely not be matched.

There is no fairness in fighting, and there is no difference in teaching. It was easy for Thirteen Lang to defeat Lu Mo, and the three-card god donkey ghost king swarmed up, and the bloody killing of the holy son had to be stripped of his skin. Since it is said to try, it is a fair competition between the two, and the Thirteen Lang Dharma Body Double Cultivation, Lu Mo's realm is slightly higher, maybe it is still fair.

No resourcefulness, no calculation, pure force duel.

Under the nervous gaze of the two holy sons, Lu Mo sat upright and remained unchanged, bent his arms together, and gently rubbed out a cloud of black light.

The murder knife is only for killing, Lu Mo is not here to kill, so he uses the knife intent, but seeks defeat.

The speed of the black light transformation was not fast, and in the line of sight, a crescent-like handleless short blade slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and began to rotate like a real knife, gradually turning into a whistling knife.

Lu Mo continued to rub his hands, and with each rubbing, the fierce aura on the knife also rose, his style was the same as usual, the shot was the strongest, and victory or defeat depended on the power of one blow.

The indoor temperature dropped sharply, and the two holy sons were running and cultivating, each using their magical powers to resist the cold of the surrounding forests, and at the same time paying attention to the actions of Thirteen Lang. Yamu looked expectant, somewhat gloating, Mai Shaofei looked slightly worried, he knew Lu Mo's strength better than Thirteen Lang, if it was possible, he really didn't want this battle to go on.

The competition couldn't be stopped, and the two of them were also curious in their hearts, wanting to see what means Shisanlang used to deal with the destined earth-shattering knife.

Shisanlang didn't do anything, holding the wine glass in his left hand, as if he was thinking about something, and he didn't take the fight seriously. Although he knew that he was doing this on purpose, Mai Shaofei still couldn't help but worry, secretly thinking that this was not the time to fight wit, so why bother to be so pretentious.

Lu Mo was not angry because of this, on the contrary, his expression became quieter and quieter, his eyes became more and more focused, his hands rubbed together and he couldn't see clearly, and there was a crackling sound around the condensed knife light, accompanied by a slight jumping arc.

The Blood Killing Saint Son does not cultivate thunder, but the sword intent is too strong to even feel unbearable in the void.

Hearing the voice, Thirteen Lang seemed to be aware of it, and looked up slightly at the knife and arc condensed in Lu Mo's chest, his expression moved slightly.

"The knife is not thunder, but it can condense the form, so can it be the same between water and fire?"

He didn't mean to hide it, so he thought about it and watched it while talking to himself, listening to the ears of the three holy sons, and he didn't know what it was.

"Brother Xiao, this is a fight!" Mai Shaofei broke off in a deep voice, trying to wake up Thirteen Lang.

"Lu don't!" Yamu was shocked and shouted loudly.

In his sight, Lu Mo's eyes flashed with shame and anger, he snorted coldly, and opened his mouth to breathe a dark and faint breath.

There was a stabbing sound, as if a piece of paper had been torn, and it was as if the air had been distorted, twisted into a ball by hand, and rattled like pig iron. There was a sudden hissing in the sword, as if a vicious beast had awakened, baring its fangs to choose and devour people.

The fact is that the sword intent around the sword is like a net, and even the air has no time to dodge and disperse, and it is swept up in everything and crushed into nothingness one by one.

This is gathering, but also changing, changing the root of the air, gathering the desire you want, or something else.

"I see!" Thirteen Lang's eyes were bright, and his voice was full of surprise.

All things have spirits, there must be wills, knives have sword intent, and flames are not like this. It is the nature of water and fire to be intolerant, water is extinguished when fire, fire is dried up when water meets, this is an instinct that no one can stop, and there is no way to control it. However, the will is different, it is the same as the physical object, but its will is activated by the caster, as long as you control it at will, you can choose to attack or not, or something else.

Lu Mo urged the knife intent only to kill, so it would destroy the surrounding targets, if it could be perfectly controlled, it would mean that the knife intent was restrained, and there was no trace to follow. At this time, Shisanlang also understood another thing, Lan Bei'er was able to burn water with fire with the help of a wine glass, not because she did not have enough comprehension of the Dao of Life and Death, but because she couldn't control the fire well, which required a layer of barrier.

"Hehe, alchemy"

Because he was happy, he laughed, and Thirteen Lang laughed heartily, and his laughter was sincere, his smile was clear, and he was sincerely satisfied with himself.

The laughter is also humiliation, and the humiliation is accompanied by a thunderbolt and a roar of rage.

"Slash!"

(To be continued......)