There is no doubt that the Blood Thunder is indeed the Extinction Thunder, but its power

Thirteen Lang knows best.

Breaking three thunders in a row, it looks easy because it was too dazzling before, and the fact is that Thirteen Lang really did his best.

The three fists on the surface, but in fact, the three methods of wind, thunder, and fire are used together, this is the magic power he just realized, and he doesn't even have a name. It is true that he can't be compared with the kind of wind and fire double kill of Shicai, but it is by no means comparable to any big man, such as considering a surprise attack, or being able to break his wrist with the pinnacle of the world.

In this way, after carrying the thunder, Thirteen Lang temporarily lost all his strength.

After the three thunders, the storm gradually subsided, and Shisanlang stopped after falling a thousand feet and re-raised his head.

It must be admitted that the subordinates of the thunder raider have left a request, not only referring to the strength, but also the will to destroy the miè hidden deep in the thunder, and it is difficult for others to see anything, but Shisanlang himself knows in his heart that as long as he is a little stronger, he will be scattered because of this, and become a corpse with an undamaged body and a lifeless corpse inside.

This is secondary, the way of heaven kills people like a giant dragon and exterminates ants, of course, it is easy to do it, what really makes Thirteen Lang awe-inspiring is the indescribable control of "God".

It's like Thirteen Lang killing someone, it's not difficult to kill, it's not difficult to be disabled, and it's not difficult to be half-dead, but if he lets him beat the other party to the point where he is not dead, there is only one line left, and he doesn't leave any sequelae to say that Thirteen Lang, Jin Crow probably doesn't have this ability.

This requires calculations and accurate judgments. Previously, Shisanlang broke the thunder in a row, and his own strength was not really shown; he regarded Tiandao as an opponent who had a fact of existence, and then summed up the battle process in one sentence: he saw through all the opponents with one of ten million distractions, and just beat him into a waste.

He saw through the Fenghua double kill that Thirteen Lang used before did not belong to him, and hindered the rules he had set, or took the initiative to give up the punishment, he saw through the fact that Thirteen Lang would use his clone, and saw through the divine support from the queen ant. even saw through the spiritual storm from the little one. He was like a weight that had been weighed in advance, waiting for Thirteen Lang to drop it all little by little, and the result was equal.

What could be scarier than that.

So Shisanro understood that this was a demonstration of the way of heaven.

"Is this necessary?"

Looking up at the dazzling ring of golden light, Thirteen Lang asked sincerely, "Is it necessary to cultivate a little person?"

No one responded.

Thirteen Lang felt unwilling. Then he asked, "Beat me, I understand, but for what?

No one paid any attention to him.

At this point, Thirteen Lang could no longer treat the Heavenly Dao as a clueless machine of the Five Spirits no matter what, so he waited for a while and asked earnestly again: "Why don't you say a word, you can do anything." ”

With a buzz, the glittering ring finally took shape, turning into a golden headband.

"Isn't it!"

Thirteen Lang was taken aback. Panicked shook his head at the sky again and again, and shouted hurriedly: "I'm not a monkey, I will never have the heart of the Buddha, whether you are an old man or go, or stay, it is okay not to give a reward, don't rely on me!"

Afraid of something, the golden hoop roared. Unable to resist, he firmly put it on the head of Thirteen Lang, and took it viciously.

After that, it was gone.

The sky is dark and the wind is gentle. The early night breeze with a slight chill blew everyone's eyes.

"Neurotic!"

Annoyance and shame will turn into anger, Thirteen Lang scolded and reached out to touch it, his expression suddenly stiffened like a stone, and he fell on his back.

"Ahh

I can't tell how many figures pounced on it, and the fastest one is, of course, Xiaobu. Flashing is coming.

"Daddy!"

The three-foot girl was holding an adult, looking a little funny, and dozens of people came to visit her, and after seeing it, she laughed and laughed, and her appearance was even more funny.

Except for an extra headband on the head. Thirteen Lang didn't change much, his face slowly recovered from pale and ruddy, and his spirit seemed to be getting better and better. What is puzzling is his expression, like a child who has been scolded and wants to talk back for fear of being beaten, aggrieved, unwilling, angry, and frightened.

"Dad, how's it going?"

"It's okay, just alas!"

Leaning on Xiao Budian and standing up straight, Shisanlang looked very angry and finally only sighed faintly.

"What a way to live!"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Several girls Feng Feng rushed over, expressing their worries in an unusually direct way, the little palace master grabbed Thirteen Lang's hand, the dead girl was in tears, and the yellow flower girl simply groped up and down, which made Thirteen Lang very nervous, and pushed her outside.

"It's okay, it doesn't have to be like this"

"It's okay to check carefully, what to hide, what's wrong with a few touches, is there still something?"

“”

Princess Xia is relatively reserved, quietly going around the back to observe beyond the sight of others. A little farther away, the martyr really couldn't intervene, so she secretly came to Yelian, who also came in advance, and humbly asked for advice.

"Sister Fairy, what's wrong with him, brother?"

“”

Yelian didn't know what to say.

It can't be said that the girls are, but the scene just now is too terrifying; on the surface, Thirteen Lang just fell on his heels, but in the eyes of everyone, including all the big ones, it was difficult to detect the slightest sound of Thirteen Lang at that time, and it was clearly a dead man. Not only that, when he looked at his body with his divine sense, no matter who it was, he was instantly spread out by a brilliant force, and the spirit platform seemed to be pierced by a needle, and the pain was unbearable.

It needs to be mentioned that the higher the cultivation, the stronger the power of the investigation, and the more fierce the counterattack of that force, because of this, several big guys have a headache, and they are vigilant and careful, and they come more slowly than a few girls.

"What the hell is going on?"

Thirteen Lang claimed that he was fine, and the girl quickly chose to believe it, but several big guys were not so easy to fool, and the old ancestor rushed to speak first, staring at the hoop on Thirteen Lang's head.

"Because of it?"

"Hmm. Thirteen Lang closed his eyes slightly and responded casually, obviously still appreciating the wonderful use of this "jewelry", and did not elaborate on it for the time being.

"It's so beautiful!" the little palace master found the clue and reached out to touch it.

This is a nymphomaniac. Having said that, that headband is really good-looking, and Jin Mang is not vulgar at all. It can really be called rich and solemn; Thirteen Lang is already handsome, with long hair and a shawl, and he looks more and more handsome with this hoop; if you really judge it objectively, it is absolutely a lie to say that it is not beautiful, or it is jealous.

"Don't touch it!"

Knowing that this thing is not trivial, the ancestor didn't even dare to use his supernatural powers. A slap slapped away the little palace master's hand.

"Don't talk nonsense. The eyebrow master added.

"None of this works!"

The little palace master couldn't understand it at all, and he was stunned and wanted to refute, but then he found that the few bigwigs who came with him had solemn faces, and they were all carefully controlling their mana, and no one dared to move lightly.

So strict zhòng!

The girls became nervous again, and they gathered around in a panic, and in the distance, thousands of cultivators were speechless, as if they had been immobilized.

The whole of Ziyun Island. It's quiet

"It's okay. ”

After waiting for half a pillar of incense, Thirteen Lang finally opened his eyes and sighed again.

"Just remember not to offend it, not words. ”

Everyone looked at each other.

Thirteen Lang sighed for the third time, and said bitterly and self-deprecatingly: "I didn't take it just now, I just scolded, and the result was"

"People were dumbfounded.

After a long time, Yanshan Ancestor spoke first. Said cautiously: "In that case, wouldn't you be invincible?"

Wearing this thing on his head. Others can't even scold, how can they fight with Thirteen Lang?

Invincible?

"How can there be such a good thing!"

Shisanlang shook his head again and again, and said: "It only cares about itself and does not offend it, regardless of mine, I don't believe you." ”

Stretching out his arm, Thirteen rolled up his sleeves. Gesture towards the ghost road.

"Stab me with a sword. ”

"What are you doing?" The ghost road stared at me in confusion, thinking that this kid should not be stupid and want to harm himself?

"You know when you stab it. ”

"Good!"

The trust between the old and the young is not as good as ordinary people, and the ghost road secretly wants to stab it and will not die, but it is a big deal that Lao Tzu will be attacked once. Let's get to the bottom of it. Thinking like this in his heart, Ghost Dao drew his sword and stabbed at Thirteen Lang's arm, startling the surrounding whispers.

The sound of Zheng was like the sound of fine iron, and only a white spot was left on the arm, which was not damaged at all.

"It can't move, it's helping you?" said Onido in confusion.

"If you don't have it, use some force. Thirteen Lang said helplessly.

"Hah!" the girl laughed like a few flowers blooming. Different from their expressions, the big guys around them showed surprise again, looking at Thirteen Lang's eyes full of admiration, and even a little jealous.

The ghost said that the sword, although he didn't use all his strength, but he also used a bit of true yuan, Thirteen Lang didn't do anything at all, he didn't even break the skin with his physical body, what level is this?

If there were doubts about the effect of Triple Furui before, now that everyone truly understands the true meaning of a rare encounter in ten thousand years, they can't help but be shocked. This has just been completed, and everyone understands that Thirteen Lang is in a hurry, and in time, when the benefits he will get are completely absorbed and completely transformed into cultivation, how strong will it be?

They were shocked, the ghost Dao didn't care about those, and was ridiculed like this by a few girls, and their old faces were red and they swung their swords again, accompanied by a roar.

"Boy, you brought it on yourself!"

Clang!

Like a hammer colliding, under the huge force, Shisanlang was unstable and took three steps back, and the ghost path was also shaken over, stumbling and almost falling.

Scare!

Several girls screamed in panic, and they swung around to check again, on the contrary, there were also people on the ghost road to take care of them, and several bosses used their own thoughts to look at him exceptionally.

Don't worry about Thirteen Lang, because I know that he can't have a big event, but it is the ghost path side that is more worthy of attention, and the most important thing is whether there is a backlash.

The result was no.

The body of the ghost path is all intact, and it is only recoiled by the huge force, and the breath is slightly chaotic.

Why is that?

Yanshan Ancestor frowned slightly, looked back at Thirteen Lang, and found that a shallow wound appeared on his arm, and the blood flowing out was shining like metal, and he could feel a sense of heat when he looked at it.

"It hurts, can't you watch it!"

couldn't help but show his sense again, Yanshan Ancestor wanted to understand it and snorted suddenly.

Obviously more careful than the previous time, but the backstab suffered was more fierce, as strong as Yan Shan, and at a glance, his body was slightly frustrated, and his eyes flashed rapidly.

"That's it!"

Several bigwigs understood it one after another and shook their heads one after another

(To be continued......)