Shouting a move in his mouth, Thirteen Lang used several means.

The first thing that flew out was a dense number of iron balls, and Thirteen Lang was afraid that the other party would misunderstand, so he shouted closely.

"It's easy to explode, I don't dare to take it. ”

It's easy to explode, but it's not exploding now, and if it doesn't explode, it's useless, and it's not a violation of the agreement. He doesn't care what the other party thinks, at least Thirteen Lang thinks so.

The small quiet room was full of colliding iron balls, and the phantom woman saw this scene and heard such shameless words, and she couldn't help but curse in anger.

"Shameless!"

She was angry.

No matter how advanced her cultivation is, she must mobilize her mana to exert her magical powers, and she can't punch and kick like Thirteen Lang. The way these iron balls are made is unknown, who knows what will happen under the impact of magic? Once they explode, will there be a chain reaction, and zuihou will have a collective glory?

Hundreds of supernatural powers erupt at the same time, and the entire mountain will collapse!

However, having said that, let a little monk who could not survive the Fake Dan Realm face Yuan Ying, and he was not allowed to use some tricks to use dim sum tricks, so he didn't have to fight, he just closed his eyes and waited for the account to die.

The iron ball was just a cover, a means to further restrain the opponent, and as soon as Thirteen Lang broke off, a cold light appeared in the air, and a ripple spread silently, filling the entire space in an instant.

There were only a few spells he mastered, the Fire Light Sword, the Wind Cyclone Ice Arrow. In an instant, Thirteen Lang used almost all of his supernatural powers. The ripple was the only thing that mattered, the surrounding stone walls were hard as iron, the ground was covered with frost, and the ashram was now like a cage.

These are still auxiliary. Thirteen Lang knew that the Illusory Woman's speed was extremely fast, but the faster the speed, the more space needed to exert it, and in this narrow area that was only ten meters wide, the restrictions that the other party received were really huge. He even had some kind of unreliable expectation, hoping that when the other party performed his skills, he accidentally bumped into the wall.

Of course, this is just a hope, no different from dreaming of being smashed in the head by a banknote.

After using up all the aids he could think of, Thirteen Lang really attacked, and it was also his strongest means.

He converted the nature of mana, and imported the remaining few spiritual weapons and even magic weapons into some mana at will, and then smashed them all at the other party along with those spears and flying swords. At the same time, with a shocking donkey roar, the huge size of the big gray appeared in the quiet room, and the butt was facing the phantom woman, and in a selfless and obscene attitude, the hind hooves popped out in the air.

What is the best trick of a donkey?

The answer is: Xu Jizi!

The Great Ash went out with tears. As a "donkey." "As a self-proclaimed fire-stepping god with good aesthetics, it has not used this trick for too long. Ordinary opponents don't need it, and those who can use it dodge it: besides, this trick is indecent and ugly, and the proud donkey doesn't bother to use it.

It had no chance to use it in a battle with Thirteen Lang, but now that he has a chance, he has to face the "old-timers" who are a whole level higher than him! In his heart, the big gray has cursed Thirteen Lang more than 108,000 times, and he can't wait to commit treason and defect to the enemy.

It's a pity it didn't dare.

After a few days together, the proud donkey fully realized how vicious this seemingly kind young man was, and he would rather face a primordial monk than be an enemy of the young man who made him resentful and resentful, but with red eyes and heartbeats.

At this time, the big gray was very conflicted in his heart, afraid and worried and a little excited, it knew how many hole cards Thirteen Lang had, and thought to himself that maybe this god could really live a high-level song addiction today, if he could win the battle, it would be what a heroic thing to show off...,

"With this kind of capital, if you meet a beautiful female horse, female donkey, female mule in the future, this god will not be able to catch it!"

Thinking of this, the donkey felt that the fighting spirit was high, and his courage increased a lot. Two hind hooves, not much smaller than a basin, were raised high and bounced towards the woman.

There are sparks on its hooves, and its mouth emits the strongest set sail ·-=·yo pyridine·0-=providing sound, and its lifelong cultivation is condensed in this blow, which is like thunder.

It was a lot of talking, but the actual situation was that Thirteen Lang threw out his body and waved his hands to complete it all in a moment, and he himself stepped on the seven stars, appearing beside the phantom woman like a ghost, and his right leg swept through the air, rolling out of the smooth fan.

Thirteen Lang's ability to defeat the enemy is still hand-to-hand combat, this leg condenses all liliang, and the air sweeps out a sonic boom, like a firecracker.

In an instant, the originally peaceful and peaceful quiet room turned into a boiling whirlpool, and every corner and every inch of space was filled with murderous machines. All attacks were directed at the same target, the woman who looked weak and lonely, unarmed and unshielded.

Out with all his strength, Thirteen Lang despises Mai Shaofei's fight is very general and not without purpose: for him, as long as he decides to make a move, he is bound to kill with one blow in the most favorable situation, and will not give the opponent any respite at all.

Thirteen Lang didn't care what the name of the phantom was, but he knew that when anyone reported his name, it was impossible for him to say it with a murderous attitude, and in this way, the battle spirit would inevitably be relaxed. Even this kind of detail has to be considered, so that the advantages must be used, how can you not be qualified to evaluate half of the wheat and fly less.

At that moment, Thirteen Lang wanted to feel guilty, and secretly thought that it was too inhumane to treat a woman in such an unreasonable way...... ，

This thought flashed through him, and the next moment he realized that he was wrong, ridiculously wrong, and boundlessly wrong.

How strong is Yuanying Monk? To be honest, Thirteen Lang has no idea, and if he has to say it, it is nothing more than that the magic weapon is sharper, faster, the magic power is stronger, or the liliang is bigger, etc., anyway, he will not fly to the sky, go to the mountains and the sea, and be omnipotent. Xiuzhen Shijie is magical, but there must always be a limit, when the surrounding is closed and faced with an attack with almost no dead angles in all directions, the phantom woman can only resist and cannot fight back, and when she is worried about even using her magical powers, Thirteen Lang really can't think of what means she can have.

If he only relied on the mana shield, Jusan Lang felt that he had seven layers of certainty to break it with one blow, making that three-strike promise a complete joke. He was even ready to say something nice afterwards and patiently comfort the other party: after all, judging from the woman's attitude, she was sincere in defending Dingdong, and even did not hesitate to bear the crime of treason, which was worthy of Shisanlang's doing.

The shadow of his legs crossed in the air, and Thirteen Lang and the woman looked at each other, and their hearts sank suddenly.

In the face of the sudden violent attack, although there was surprise in those eyes, there was more mockery and deep contempt.

She raised her hand, and her jade fingers lightly touched Shisanlang, and she spat lightly.

"Definitely!"

The space suddenly froze, and time seemed to be pulled by someone and stopped..."For a second!

The iron ball no longer rolled, the demonic energy stopped churning, the shadow of Thirteen Lang's legs swept to a stop halfway, and the big gray maintained a posture of cocking his hips and hooves, with horror in his eyes.

Everything came to a halt, and even the earth-shattering roar of the donkey froze in the air, as if sound waves had reached the eardrums, but it refused to tremble even the slightest.

"Time spell!" a voice shouted in Thirteen's heart.

This is the time spell, the spell that can really freeze Shi Q!

Compared to his half-hung spell that could only be cast on inanimate targets, the Illusory Woman's magical power was many times more clever...,

The entire ashram, hundreds of targets, a man of infinite strength, and a donkey whose cultivation is not low are all frozen in the air. It's not that long, just a second.

After that everything went on as usual, everything returned to its original trajectory of departure·-=·yo podium·0-=, the fire continued to shine, and the iron-legged donkey's hooves continued to advance, and the roar rushed into the eardrums, as if to recoup the time that had been pulled down.

It seems that the Phantom Woman cast this earth-shattering spell and it seems that it has completely failed to come in handy.

Of course, this is not the case, a second is a short time, but it is too long for a primordial infant monk.

At the same time as she drank the word "ding", the phantom woman's left hand was raised at the same time, as if she had bounced off the dew on the petals, and continued to bend her fingers.

The first finger popped out, and a soft wind suddenly appeared in the quiet room, but with a certain sense of imprisonment. The iron balls scattered everywhere are like a layer of cotton yarn wrapped in hòuhòu, and there will be no accidents due to collisions. At this time, she still had the leisure to worry about those iron balls, which showed that her state of mind was peaceful, and she didn't take the attack in front of her seriously at all.

In the second finger, the breath in the quiet room is changed, and there is a faint sweet fragrance everywhere, which is not toxic, but it makes people drowsy and difficult to lift the spirit. This is a means to discourage the fighting spirit, invisible but more deadly. As for whether it counts as an attack or not"... How to say it!

On the third finger, Thirteen Lang threw and smashed the spirit weapon iron spear flying sword magic weapon that was also jī hair and rolled upside down one after another, as if being tied to a boulder of 10,000 catties, and the soft tart tart fell to the ground one after another, but there was no sound of collision.

The so-called one finger to break ten thousand methods must be exaggerated, Thirteen Lang launched an attack in a hurry, and finally threw out more than ten pieces of various weapons, but they were all dissolved by this finger, in vain.

Or for the sake of insurance, the woman obviously saw through the treacherous nature of Thirteen Lang on the surface, for fear that he would do things in those things where magic weapons are not magic weapons and blades are not blades, so she simply tied them all to death.

In the fourth finger, the woman is targeting the two main enemies. There was shame and anger in her eyes, and she pointed at the donkey that had been worried and now feared. She felt that such an ugly donkey was too rude to her with her ass, and she was extremely indifferent.

The finger wind turns into two, two turns into four, and the four finger winds fall on the two donkey hooves and legs and knees of the big gray respectively, making a few soft sounds.

As if pressed to the tongue by a red-hot soldering iron, the big ash let out a terrible howl: its hind legs turned from flat to curved, and two bloody arrows flew into the air, shattering its knee bones!

Once hard received thirteen heavy blows from Thirteen Lang, the forearm of the big gray was not broken, and now the wisp of finger wind that people casually sent out in their hands, and it was divided into several parts, and it was actually beaten into cripples! The strength of the Yuanying Monk was undoubtedly exposed in this blow, and it was not at all something that a knot pill or a fourth-level or fifth-level demon beast could carry by his body.

The two donkey hooves were fine, and they collided with the Finger Wind, and although they became limp and unable to hurt her, they were not pierced by the Finger Wind. The woman despised this divine donkey too much, and even if her finger wind was not separated, I am afraid that she would not be able to help the strongest part of the "Kui God".

After dissolving all means, the phantom woman Zuihou did not point at Thirteen Lang, but pressed it lightly on her side, as if she had signed a seal, and a peach-colored pink mirror with a fragrance floated in the void.

So lightly, so elegantly, she seems to be a boudoir girl who dresses in the mirror, with a little jade hand, everything disappears into invisibility.

When she was done with all this, the pause time returned to normal: Thirteen Lang's leg that had condensed his whole body finally arrived and collided with the pink mirror.

There was a soft click.

...,

The pink mirror split apart and dissipated with a sigh-like moan, and the woman's expression changed, obviously not expecting that Thirteen Lang would have such great power to break one of her complete powers.

Mirror set sail ·-=·yo 0-= Although the offering was broken, Thirteen Lang was not defeated and under his feet: in his senses, it was as if he was kicking not a mirror, but an incomparably solid wall. A huge shock came from his legs, and Thirteen Lang's body couldn't help but control it at all, drawing an afterimage in the air and flying straight out.

"Bang!"

A dull crashing sound was heard, and Jusan Lang made the most intimate gesture with Shi Bi. Unfortunately, instead of framing others, his previous frozen supernatural powers were cocooned: the hard stone walls became harder, making him more and more painful.

Clothes flew in the air, revealing a big white leg, and the handsome young man was half lying and half lying on the ground, how could it be described as desolate.

Because he maintained a forward posture, his legs were shocked and rebounded, and Jusan Lang basically landed on the wall with his hips, and he also suffered most of the impact. He felt as if his pelvis had shattered, and he didn't feel any pain, and his whole right leg was shaking like a cramp; he tried to stand up with his left leg, but his waist and abdomen couldn't bear the force at all, and he only supported half of his body and fell to the ground with a pop, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

"Flutter!"

The Phantasmal Woman couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she looked at his embarrassed appearance. With her indifferent character, it shows how embarrassed Thirteen Lang's posture is and how sad his expression is.

Go down in flames!

It seems to be a thunderous attack, but people can easily defuse it just by raising their hands. Fight against such an opponent...... There can only be one ending and one sad!

Realizing that she was a little out of shape, the phantom woman quickly reined in, returned to a calm and indifferent expression, and said indifferently: "The first move is over, do you still want to fight?"

Do you want to fight?

Calm words, calm tones, bring the weight of the mountain on the verge of the end.

What kind of plan to talk about, what traps to engage in, in the face of absolute strength, everything is a floating cloud. Shisanlang really felt that feeling of powerlessness at this time, and he couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

Strictly speaking, Jusan Lang's strategy was successful, not only limiting the opponent's speed, but also restricting her spell casting, and not even taking the initiative to attack. But what's the use? People don't need to move at all, they just stand where they are and let you fight, and it's not the same as being able to catch them.

"This is Yuan Ying!"

Feeling helpless for a while, Shisanro tried to get up from the ground, but tried twice but failed.

His ass hadn't recovered from its numbness, and he could only half-lean against the wall and look up at his opponent in the air.

"That's it, this seat retracts the previous words and admits that you have no ill will towards Sister Xiaoyi. ”

The phantom woman looked at him, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes, and she said in a slow tone: "Don't make any more trouble, the return of Sister Xiao is the overall situation, and no one can change it." But you don't have to be too anxious, the ancestral spirit is not a matter of one or two days, nor is it a matter of one or two years. If you can cultivate to the ...... within two hundred"

She was embarrassed to continue, so she shut down and said, "Don't think about it anymore, it's providence." ”

To tell the truth, the Phantom Woman was polite enough to him! If it was a matter of life and death, Thirteen Lang didn't know how many times he had died. At the moment, she can treat Shisanlang like this, completely for his painstaking sake: otherwise, where to use so much nonsense, just take it down and erase the memory. Especially with her character and her natural antipathy to men, such an approach is even more rare.

It's a pity that others don't accept her affection.

"You cheated. ”...,

Raising his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, Thirteen Lang smiled with difficulty and said seriously: "Your words don't count." ”

The woman was furious and said, "I don't say that you take the opportunity to sneak attack, you still want to mess around, I really think I can't bear to kill you!

She felt that she was so wronged, and secretly thought that Sister Xiao Yan was really, where did she pick up such a stingy person, and she didn't know what to do at all.

Thirteen Lang ignored her words, his eyes remained calm, and he shook his head and said: "I'm not messing around, you can think about it yourself, did you say that you can start my hand, how can it be considered a sneak attack?"

"But you have to ask the name of this seat ....... ”

The woman gritted her teeth in anger, thinking to herself how could a man be so shameless, and the sentence that a man made up a promise to a thousand daughters was simply an insult to dung.

"I didn't let you answer!"

Thirteen Lang said confidently: "I ask for me, and if you don't answer, how can you rely on me." ”

"You ....... ”

The woman was dizzy for a while, and the handsome and even delicate face in front of her became extremely hateful. Her chest rose and fell, her fierce gaze seemed to tear her opponent to pieces, and she clenched her teeth and said, "Okay, then you can tell me what to do in this seat...... , it's a cheat!"

Thirteen Lang ignored her rage, even the crisp breasts that were particularly tall because of anger, and stretched out his hand to the big gray who was struggling and screaming in a pool of blood.

"You said you can't fight back, you beat your senior brother like this, and you're embarrassed to say that you didn't foul?"

Hearing this sentence, the donkey suddenly burst into tears, and the feeling in his heart was indescribable. He secretly thought that he must study hard and work hard to be loyal, and he can't let his junior brother look down on him no matter what, in case he throws me aside as a cripple, how can I live in the future!

The woman didn't have so much emotion, and said angrily: "This stupid donkey is so rude to this seat, what is the point of a small punishment." It's not about ...... I'm going to cut off his donkey's leg and feed it to the dogs!"

"Under the gate of the mountain king, you can kill but not be humiliated!" the gray donkey shouted.

"Really?"

The woman glanced at him with disdain, and said in a cold tone: "Others are afraid of the Mountain Monarch, but my Sansheng clan is not afraid." You dare to say it again. ”

The big gray shuddered suddenly, his angry eyes turned into grievances, and there was still a trace of resentment hidden, but he didn't dare to make a sound again.

"Anyway, you're a foul, and you're losing your seniors. ”

Thirteen Lang interjected, and then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm the most generous person, and I won't bother with you this time." But not next time, or I'll die. ”

"You ....... ”

The woman was angry and happy, thinking that you don't care about me, it is really inexplicable However, looking at Thirteen Lang's resolute and determined expression, her heart was shocked for no reason, and the words that came to her mouth were swallowed back.

With a sneer, she said, "Okay, I promise you, I will never launch a counterattack again." But now that you're like this, do you want to fight again? Look at yourself, you can't stand ......."

"Of course you have to fight!"

Thirteen Lang is still the same old routine, and before she finished speaking, he burst into a loud cry and got up again!

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