"Since you want to talk about the rules, this seat will do according to the rules.

With that, the angry banner made a dodge and retreated, and the three hat-hatted monks dodged at the same time, surrounding the thirteen langs in Zhongjianyang.

"I heard that Taoist friends are talking about this,"

"My brother is not talented,"

"Please advise!"

Three faces that couldn't see clearly, three identical voices, without the slightest pause, the mouth could be imagined that the three brothers were good at teaming up to fight the enemy, and the cooperation must be tacit to unimaginable.

As the encirclement was formed, the aura of the three slaughtering realms emanated and converged to form a huge net.

The man in the net is the fish to be caught.

Thirteen Lang glanced at the three of them, feeling the gradually sticky net, and said, "This is the rule?"

The Angry Banner Envoy replied, "That's the rule. ”

He said: "In the battle between different races, the Burning Spirit disciple is only responsible for overseeing and never interferes. ”

Thirteen Lang shook his head and said, "It seems unfair for three Zhuji to besiege one Qi Refining. ”

The Angry Banner Envoy said calmly, "That's your problem. ”

Thirteen Lang sighed lightly and said, "Then why don't they do it?"

"They are challengers, and they should let you strike first." ”

"It's quite principled. ”

The angry flag envoy ignored Thirteen Lang's taunts and said: "Remembering that you are young and ignorant, and you are friendly with my Burning Spirit Department, this seat specially reminds you that the people of the Horned Clan are gifted, and all of them can be called Dharma Body Double Cultivation, you should be careful." ”

Shisanro said sincerely, "Thank you." ”

The Angry Banner Envoy sneered and said, "No thanks. ”

Shisanlang thought for a moment and said, "There won't be a death, right?"

The angry flag envoy raised his eyebrows and said: "It's still the same sentence, the battle between different races, the Burning Spirit disciples don't ask. ”

The crowd around him moved slightly, and the angry flag made him look around coldly and said: "Those who meddle in vain are regarded as traitors." ”

The crowd fell silent, and countless eyes were on Thirteen, worried, pitying, or excited. Mu Yuanlang walked out of the inner room, with determination and anger in his eyes, and walked to Thirteen Lang's side.

He couldn't get through.

An invisible wall was separated in the middle, and no matter how hard Mu Yuanlang tried, he could never cross the thunder pool by half a step. In a hurry, Mu Yuanlang pinched the trick with one hand, and he was about to exert his magical powers.

"Go back!"

Thirteen Lang turned his head, waved his hand at him, and said, "Go back and accompany Ziyi." ”

The three Dou Lisa Monks shook slightly, and at the same time, they snorted coldly, and the intertwined web became tighter, firmly tied around Thirteen Lang.

Mu Yuanlang couldn't help but take three steps back, his face turned red, but the anger in his eyes was even worse. Struggled in shame: "Uncle, they will be back soon, I will let Ziyi sleep...... ，”

He stopped, and when he looked, a small figure appeared at the door of the inner room, his soft and weak body straight. A pair of round eyes flickered, but there was not much worry.

In her hand, she carried a small wooden stick, and she didn't know what to do with it.

Thirteen Lang looked at her, his eyes softened, and said, "What did Ziyi come out for." ”

"I watched my brother beat the dog. ”

Xiao Ziyi waved the wooden stick in her hand and said crisply: "Dog beating stick method." ”

Mu Yuanlang looked at Ziyi in a daze, almost wanting to cry. Ziyi was completely unaware of it, and shouted at Thirteen Lang, "Brother do you want to use a stick?"

"Okay!"

Thirteen Lang replied happily, and then said to the angry banner envoy: "I want to take the magic weapon, can I ask a few Taoist friends to be accommodating?"

The Angry Banner Envoy stared at him blankly, as if he were looking at a psychopath, and didn't know what to say. ...,

"Yes. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

"Please!"

The three Horned Monks agreed in unison, sounding as if one had repeated it three times, which was a bit funny.

Shisanlang said with a sigh of relief: "Thank you a few Taoist friends. ”

Then he turned to Xiao Ziyi and said, "Take it." ”

Zi Yileng for a moment, and then trotted all the way to Thirteen Lang, and the wind and water did not encounter any obstacles.

She handed the wooden stick to Thirteen Lang's hand, waved her little fist, and shouted, "Come on, brother!"

Thirteen Lang touched her head with his free hand and said, "Haode, go back!"

Zi Yi didn't say anything more, glared at several Doujia monks one by one with vicious eyes, and still trotted back to the door of the inner room.

She hid her body inside the door, poked her head out and shouted at Thirteen Lang, "Brother, can I see it this time?"

Thirteen Lang is gentle

smiled and said, "Yes, but keep an eye on it." ”

With that, he made a move.

The web of breath is nowhere to be found, and because it is invisible, it is particularly dense. In fact, the invisible web that the three monks had built together was not one, but seven whole layers.

Seven layers of pure magic were stacked together, and it was no longer a sparse and gapy net, but a wall, a wall that circled in all directions.

No matter which direction you move, it's hitting the wall.

Even the ground was hard bluestone, shattering into a sand-like area. The wall between the sand and the soles of his feet is bó and tough, but it does not hurt Shisanlang in the slightest, which can be described as a miracle.

Not being hurt doesn't mean that you can't be hurt, once the three of them change their minds, this airtight wall will press towards the center from all directions, capturing the target inside alive or killing them.

The snow was still falling, but there was not a single fluttering feather within two zhang around Shisanlang, and above his head, countless snowflakes automatically slid around, showing the existence of the wall and its domineering.

Within the walls, all outside objects are rejected.

Although the three of them did not take action directly, they blocked all the means of Thirteen Lang. If he wants to attack the three of them, he has to break the wall.

needed to break the wall, and Thirteen Lang broke the wall, and his figure flashed and broke through the wall.

Seven steps in a row, one step at a time: After seven steps, Thirteen Lang was already outside the wall, appearing in front of a hat monk.

Shisanro swung the wooden stick and smashed it on his head.

The dog-beating stick method is not as mysterious and obscure as written in the book, and the most important thing is to hit the head. No matter what kind of dog, as long as you take a stick head-on, you will inevitably retreat in a panic.

Or die.

The stick pressed down with the wind and lifted the hat into the air, revealing a surprised face and two eyes of disbelief.

There are too many questions, and they all turn into half exclamations.

"Uh... ，...”

There was no fear, no supplication or resentment in his voice, only questions and incomprehension that he had no time to say, as if people had discovered something interesting and puzzled him, and wanted to inquire about it.

He wanted to ask, but unfortunately he didn't have time.

The wooden stick sounded softly, like an adult teaching a child with his fingers and kowtowing his forehead, intimate and crisp, with a hint of pampering.

The sound came out, and the man was dead.

With a questioning expression on his face and a body that wanted to pounce, the Horned Monk could barely see anything unusual except for the lack of a hat on his head.

Not being able to see himself does not mean that there is none, his body has changed.

The sound of crackling kept coming from his body, as if it was a humanoid prop with many firecrackers in it, and now it was ignited and exploded at the same time, which was very lively. ...,

With each sound, his body would shake, because the sound was so dense that his body shook quite violently: it looked like an upright wave undulating, with a certain rhythm.

Everyone has feelings, but he can't appreciate them.

A snowflake fell, lightly sticking to the brow of a horned monk, and he couldn't help but wonder a little.

Then he suddenly realized that the seven nets composed of the three of them had been broken!

With a great sense of awe in his heart, he didn't have time to think about the reason for coming and going, completely relying on the fighting instinct he had cultivated over the years, he raised his hand and drew five circles in a row. Each circle is a magic shield that protects him firmly.

The changes were so fast, he couldn't think about what to join forces to attack, he just wanted to fight for a moment to get a buffer and figure out the situation first.

At the very least, find out where your opponent is first!

At this time, he only knew that he had underestimated his opponent, and he didn't know that one of his brothers had died. Although the three of them are of the same heart, and one of them has the feeling of the remnant, but under the sudden mental turmoil, he even ignores the pain in his heart, and only protects himself.

Self-preservation, but not retreat, retreating will greatly disrupt the rhythm of the three brothers, whether offensive or defensive, can not be taken.

He wants to take a look, to see the situation, to look at the brothers and around: at least, first see where the opponent is!

So he saw that the opponent was in front of him!

At the same time, he saw that the wooden stick was coming!

"Dog stick method, head punch style. ”

Thirteen Lang drank lightly, his hand rose and fell, and he broke five layers of shields in a row.

The monk was startled, his hands were like the fingers of a lute, and several wind blades popped out one after another: at the same time, his arms crossed, his body retreated sharply, and his reaction could be called sharp.

Sharp but not timely.

The Wind Blade is the fastest supernatural power, but those wind blades that can cut through steel and even magic weapons, after coming into contact with the wooden stick, actually seem to swing the knife and slash but touch something extremely hard and slippery...... Drift to the two sides where they don't know where to go......

The ensuing scene is even more funny, the two iron arms that were indestructible in the past met the small and ordinary wooden stick, and it was like rotten wood rammed by a giant hammer, shattering MM

The only thing that worked, he dodged his head as he leaned back sharply, and the wooden stick broke through the obstacles, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and struck him in the chest.

His chest shattered, blood exploded in the air, broken bones splattered in all directions, and there were traces of flesh and blood hanging on it, as well as the life of the monk.

This man succeeded in detonating the magic of the wooden rod attached to the thirteen langs, instead of burying them all in his body like his brother.

In the midst of the howl, a broken figure flew away, dead before it could hit the ground, and the sound was cut off.

The upper half of his body was almost gone, a skull with two half-amputated arms, and below it were several broken bones and veins, connected to two stout and complete legs.

The Horned Clan is indeed gifted, and their bodies are really strong.

"The cultivation is insufficient, the mana is not refined, and the technique is not familiar. ”

Shisanlang shook his head lightly and said to himself, "I need to practice." ”

Then he turned around, stretched out his left hand, reached out two fingers, and gently pinched them.

A wheel-sized axe was caught between his fingers, and he paused, wailing and struggling.

Jusanro struck the axe with a wooden stick, making two muffled sounds.

"It's quite haode, and I used a lot of crystal sand. ”。 ）

"Sword World" novel author: Riding the Wind and Sword;

The sixth novel after "Sword Devouring the World", "Supreme True Body", "Star God Sacrifice", "Seeking Defeat", and "A Sword in the Dust", we sincerely invite you to enjoy the feast of sword cultivation.

This is a time when there are many masters and magnificent waves.

This is an era of a hundred saints and ten thousand swords.

Innocent Kendo, Innocent Kendo, Undefeated Kendo, Ruthless Kendo, Extreme Affection Kendo, Selfless Kendo, Solipse Kendo......

In this continent where a sword god was sprinkled with kendo seeds, countless kendo geniuses were born out of thin air, competing for the first place.

Royal Court!

A person who dedicated his life to kendo in his previous life came to this shijie——

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