"Watch me kill it!"

Before anyone arrived, the sound of killing began, and two meteors came one after another, tearing apart the same murderous path.

A single arrow and a person, with a head on top of his feet and a head on his feet, looked like a thread that was connected together.

Forty years ago, the little princess who was confused suddenly cast a cold arrow a hundred miles away, almost killing Thirteen Lang. Forty years later, the bow is still the same bow, the arrow is still the same arrow, the person who has changed is the person who sent the arrow, and the object of the arrow is much stronger than the last time, and the attack and defense are incomparable.

The realm of the little princess is only past that of Yuan Ying, her memory is limited by lack of cultivation, and her cultivation of the palm bow is not complete, even so, the price paid by Shisanlang is Carmen's knife plus fingers, as well as his thousands of flying ants, and the four fingers on the palms of those hands that no one can despise. If it weren't for the Thirteen Lang battlefield understanding, the result would still be unknown.

Now, Thirteen Lang has cultivated to be successful, achieved the fire spirit in nine years, broken the red dust in Xianxuntai, slept for three years and meditated for four years, and the ancestor personally conditioned his body.

Who in the world has such treatment? Such opportunities? Absolutely not. If you can't cultivate to a great increase in this kind of opportunity, Thirteen Lang will simply die, how can you still have the face to call yourself a genius.

The city lord couldn't kill it in front of the building, and Thirteen Lang not only grabbed the palm bow, but also felt a little bit of spirit because of it. Seeing the throne, peeking into the future, Mr. Eight Fingers traveled far away, and the ancestors were all emotional: it is really possible for this son to penetrate the heavens, and he has not reached the overhaul, and has been transformed into a god.

Twenty years of travel, Thirteen Lang is playing, his heart is moving, God is thinking, thinking about it, until Yida is clear, he really feels the call of heaven and earth, and his cultivation also breaks through the heavy building, waiting for Gao Yu early.

He is now. It's an overhaul.

It's not a great monk as ordinary people say, but a realm that can't be seen. I can't figure out the background, and the five cultivations of spirit, demon, demon, law, and body are complete. Wind, thunder, fire, earth, and wood, a unique monk!

Thirteen Lang has absorbed Luosang wood, obtained sword qi, swallowed earth spirits, and his body contains a 10,000-year-old thunder heart and the fire of true spirits.

He also has the spirit energy, has absorbed the power of the Magnetic Mountain, has been subjected to the art of seizure, and has even just obtained and studied the water spirit bead for nearly a year.

Thirteen Lang will shape the spirit. He sucks the spirit with his left hand, turns into a demon with his right palm, cuts off his meridians, hides the changes of the years in his heart, and has the eyes of his eyebrows and souls.

He can give away the red dust, spit out the karmic fire, and whip the corpse.

There is a big ash around Thirteen Lang. There is Tianxin, there are dumb aunts, there are three cards, and there are endless disgusting ants of children and grandchildren. He is an alchemist. He has the Heavenly Sword and the Heavenly Bow.

Among his teachers are ghosts, and there are valley streams. There's the dean, there's Mr. Big. There is the dean, and there is the ancestor of Yanshan. There is even a Demon Palace Master.

Thirteen Lang refined ten pieces of golden crow scales, he had a golden crow claw in his body, he also had a sleeping golden crow soul, and he also had a will hidden in the depths of his body that even true spirits could not match!

If such a person is not powerful, who dares to say that he is powerful? Such a person is not proud, who dares to bear the word pride? Such a person is not arrogant, and who else in the world has the face to be arrogant!

Nearly eighty years old, Thirteen Lang has walked the road that others can't walk for hundreds or even millennia; such a person is not domineering, who else dares to say that he is domineering!

He also has a heart seal, a seal that he still can't understand.

Such a he, now he, the current local Thirteen Lang, what reason does he have to be afraid of an eighth-order demon beast, and it is a stupid and stupid demon beast that is stupid and stupid, and only has a huge body and a hard carapace?

Invincible at the same level? It's too light!

You know, these are not the most important parts, it is not Liliang who really protects Shisanlang all the way, but his head, and the inexhaustible, inexhaustible, and eternal wisdom and cunning in the skull.

The cunning Thirteen Lang is invincible!

Arrows break through meteors!

When an arrow from the bow of the palm was issued by the hand of the little princess, the king of guns once admitted that the gun was too late. Now that it is from the hands of Thirteen Lang, in addition to the increase in power by many times, it has a different meaning and brilliance.

It was a bright feeling.

What does it mean to be bright?

A crack in the wall of the dungeon is called bright, a dark room with a window open is called bright, the sky in the canyon is called bright, and the eyes of living beings open from a deep sleep are also called bright.

It's like opening your eyes in a deep sleep, and the whole shijie is presented in front of you, this is the brightness, and it is the feeling that the arrow gives people. It was as if it were not a day, but a false curtain, a flail that locked hands and feet, a closed door.

When the arrow flew out of the palm of the hand, all the vanity retreated, and the whole shijie opened up, and the light shone into the darkness, driving away all filth and obstacles, and going straight into the dark and dreary heart.

Boom - Boom -

It's not a roar, but the sound sounds like two words, magnified ten million times!

The word boom sounded, and the giant lice that jumped up along the way were threaded into a neat line, and they were fixed in the air with nothing, and they didn't even have time to change their eyes. The word fell, and all the frozen lice turned into blood mist, and Thirteen Lang's body went straight forward along the channel formed by the blood mist, stained with red glow.

The word sounded, and Guanghua came into contact with the thick wall of the conch that was sinking in a hurry, and there was a fluttering sound in his ears.

Not a click, not a thud, no inevitable sign of tortoiseshell cracking;

When the sound settled, the conch that shook violently for thousands of meters suddenly stopped, and then suddenly rose up, letting out an earth-shattering howl. A fountain of filth erupted from the top of its head, or rather, its buttocks, and a large hole appeared more than ten feet in its waist close to the surface of the water, revealing the gray and bloody meat sauce inside, gushing out like a tide.

The meat sauce flowed into the sea, like a scoop of water added to an oil pot, and the wind and waves suddenly rose, and there was no demon beast in the thousands of kilometers around the conch. Incredibly, even if they couldn't stabilize their bodies, the giant lice still struggled to get close to the conch's wound, or to be precise, the surface of the sea, with the aim of devouring it!

It turns out that monitor lice can fill the wounds of the conch, however when the flesh in its body flows into the sea. It becomes the purest food, a natural temptation that monitor lice cannot refuse. In order to fight for those meats. Most of the lice ignored the conch's call and swarmed to compete with each other. Even the king of guns was thrown aside.

Demon beasts are demon beasts, no matter how they are, they can't really kill with iron and blood, and conch and giant lice are not the same kind in the first place, how can they suppress the desire of their souls in their hearts when they encounter this situation. Before the flesh was eaten, the conch was able to replenish very little, and it was a drop in the bucket compared to the injuries it received.

A strong kill, the conch is heavily damaged, but it is not dead yet.

It's too big. It's really big!

The Gun King was stupid, forgetting to cast a spell and forgetting everything around him, looking at the fountain-like hole that was slowly shrinking at the moment, and his body was completely stiff.

The conch heals itself, and it can also be carried out without the help of giant lice, but the difference is that its energy is consumed too much, and the origin is damaged, and there is no doubt that it cannot send out the chaotic sky magic power at this time, and it is a good time to escape.

It was at this time. The sound of Shisanro's shouting came to the ear drums.

"Fool, go on!"

The Spear King looked up blankly, and a jade bottle fell above his head, and he knew it without asking. It must be a medicine to heal injuries and replenish mana. After a fierce battle for more than a month, the gun king has completely become a poor egg, otherwise he would never be so desperate. We're going to keep struggling. In addition to the jade bottle, Thirteen Lang threw down more than a dozen silver balls of light at the same time. There was a forbidden aura shining on it, as if it was sealing something.

"What is this. What is this for?

The power of this arrow is beyond imagination, and even more incredible is the speed of Thirteen Lang, just for such a short time, he has already rushed from a hundred miles away? According to the estimation of the Gun King, even if he is in full state and full strength, no, it is impossible to reach such a fast time.

The Gun King's memory of Thirteen Lang stayed twenty years ago, and in just twenty years, he couldn't think of what happened to Thirteen Lang, how could he become so strong!

"Look, it's so useful. ”

Qing Qi rose again, and three silver balls exploded near the wound of the wound conch, instantly weaving a hundred-zhang wide red glow. The ensuing scene stunned the Spear King, and more than a dozen of the most loyal giant lice, including a quasi-seventh-level man, all showed terrified expressions, trembling and retreating in all directions, ignoring the conch's summons. A few giant lice were so panicked that they couldn't even control their shape, and rolled into the sea with the body of the conch, setting off boundless wind and waves.

The Evil Spirit Ball, which contains the fierce flames transformed by the true fire of the Golden Crow, gives the feeling of returning the demon beast to be even more deadly. In their senses, they feel as if they have flown into the middle of an unquenchable fire, not killed, but steamed alive!

Real gold is not afraid of fire, and that parallel trade is not afraid of fire!

The Gun King didn't know this, and after being shocked, he looked at the dozen or so balls in his hand with stupid eyes, thinking that with this thing, how could this king be trapped for so long?

"What a daze, keep up!"

From beginning to end, Thirteen Lang didn't look at the Gun King, his eyes were focused and even obsessed, staring at the cave-like wound, and his body followed the trajectory of the first arrow, like the second arrow flying towards the conch, leaving behind a sentence that made the Gun King tremble.

"Hold the entrance to the cave, I'm going to dig out its heart!"

The gun king was verbose for a while, he didn't care about breathing anymore, he swallowed the pill in the jade bottle with a mouthful of the gun, shook his body to keep up with the pace of Thirteen Lang, and consciously took on the responsibility of the younger brother.

"Be careful, his flesh has huh?"

In the exclamation, a seven-zhang long knife appeared in Thirteen Lang's hands, pressed lightly on the palm, and then flicked a three-foot blade on the hilt, and then held the center of the demon slashing knife, and his body rotated rapidly.

The hurricane swelled, and thousands of hurricanes turned into blades, and a real, heavy, sharp, spinning mountain of knives plunged headlong into that hole, into the body of the conch.

"Holy!" the Gun King scolded

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(To be continued......)