Even though I have gone thousands of people, when I rushed towards the third son, Shisanlang didn't know if this sentence appeared in his mind: But it's certain that this is what he did at this time.

Even if there are thousands of great enemies, I will go alone!

The third son is just one person, but he is stronger than tens of millions of ordinary people. When he was in such a situation, Shisanlang finally came to a ridiculous conclusion after several plots: the difference between a group fight and a person himself is only who bears the risk, not how the result of the battle is.

To put it simply, a team of people beat the opponent one, with powerful magical powers and instantaneous powers, and able to break the ghost slave blockade, it is impossible to be so stupid that it is besieged and bombarded by the siege: in other words, Shisanlang's side seems to have many people, and most of them can only fight against his magic, and it is difficult to attack his original body.

It's okay for a little bitch, the Gun King Xuewu, and the Ya Gu can drive the ghost slave to interfere, but it's just an interference. It can be imagined that they will definitely become the first choice for the third son to kill, and it is almost impossible not to lose. Si Suanlang's truth is that what Shisanlang can do is to press close and fight with the third son as close as he is now.

Taking advantage or losing? From the perspective of strength alone, Shisanlang undoubtedly suffered a loss. It is precisely because of this that he has the opportunity to use words to "force" him to accept this bet.

No matter from which angle, fighting with Shisanlang is always better than facing a group of desperate cultivators: it is conceivable that before you take Shisanlang down in one fell swoop, the third son will not easily carry the oath, although it is absurd enough. In addition, when you witness Shisanlang pounce on him like a bullfight, a little thought suddenly arose in the mind.

'If you continue like this, if you can capture Shisanlang alive, wouldn't you still have the chance to reunite with the seven stars, and even have an extra god-transforming puppet and a real ghost king slave?"

Greed is spreading.

The three tripods are integrated into one, the little one, the mute girl, and the seven great monks are so happy that the three sons suddenly feel that the past is just tests and twists and turns, and this is the opportunity that they should truly cherish.

‘Opportunity! Be cautious!”

Thinking of this, Sanzi felt that his heart was beating so fast that he could hardly control his laughter. In comparison, is Shisanlang a fool or a cramp, a trick or a trap? No matter what, he only needs to face him. If he doesn't even dare to gamble, it's better to get out earlier.

'Remember to succeed in one fell swoop! Never force him too much, make him feel hopeful, and make others feel hopeful..."

Looking at the figure of Shisanlang pounced on him, the third son left all his doubts behind and reminded himself not to exert too much effort, especially not to use his magical powers recklessly.

‘Sir, how can I not accompany you if you are so passionate?”

With a thought in his mind, the third son laughed heroically, and fought with his left hand, and really pinched out several sealing points with his right hand to look at him.

Self-proclaimed cultivation!

The two fists quickly approached, and the wind and thunder blew the wind and thunder cracked the surrounding wind; there was no magical power, no fancy skills, no refuge and retreat, like two wild bisons running wildly and colliding together, the sky and the earth shone brightly again and again, and the two figures bounced away in the opposite direction like projectiles, and then roared together like a spike, colliding again.

boom!

It was not until this time that the sound of the first collision came from the ear, like thunder and sinking wood, and the body was unstable.

‘Not really!” In the air, Shisanlang's voice was a little proud, and he retreated rapidly and pulled back quickly, and punched him again.

As direct as ever, the rude and unyielding: no body skills, no magical powers, no sailing☆Zhu Meng avoids and no concessions: it gives people the feeling that there is a mountain ahead, and you must also open it with one punch.

‘Don’t hide it, come out with some real skills.”

‘As you wish.”

The third son's eyes flashed slightly, and the proud Si Shi couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed and swung his fist to increase the strength of two points.

The roar rose again, and a circle of visible ripples echoed in all directions. Just below the two fists, the smoke and dust did not rise, and they were sinking three feet into a flat and smooth stone surface.

The advantages and disadvantages were finally reflected. The third son took only three steps back, and the Thirteen Lang flew back more than a hundred feet, with a faint flushing on his lips, as if there was a small ill from his heart.

‘Oh no! He’s going to run!”

The third son's heart skipped a beat, and he gritted his teeth several times before he could resist the opportunity to unseal the spell casting **, and sarcastically mocked him.

‘Are you scared?”

‘I’m afraid of your master!’ Shisanlang shouted loudly and turned around and went up again.

The third son was stunned and thought to himself that he was scolding me? It doesn't look like it, but

‘Haha, just be not afraid, yes, you have to break your oath!”

‘What oath is against? Do you think I am a disciple of Shanjun, so shameless?”

'you……."

Nearly tens of thousands of flying ants talked into dozens of torrents, and Sanzi circled in all directions: Shisanlang was as fierce as ever, with his two fists stalked in combos, unlike the full force and one attack like before, but he needed to intercept more times.

Suddenly, so many opponents were added, and they could not use magical powers, and they had to control their strength to prevent the opponent from escaping. The third son was very busy: Even so, he suppressed the idea of ​​releasing his magic power and shouted angrily: "You said you were alone, why did you call him helper!"

A figure of a human figure turned into four, eight hundred, and Shisanlang swung his fists like the wind, responding: 'Did I call someone? Where are people?"

‘You shameless person!’ The third son was stunned and was immediately rushed into the circle and bitten it by several flying ants!

‘Where is shameless? Fighting alone is just one person against one person; using all means to use a few ants, you can’t do it? If you want to disobey the oath, just say, anyway, Shanjun’s disciples are shameless, I’m used to it.”

‘Damn it!’ Sanzi swears angrily.

'Damn!" Da Hui turned over and jumped up, and after thinking about it, he was unable to lie down, muttering silently in his heart.

‘This God is a man, he is a man!”

Are you all crazy?

The group cultivators outside the field were confused, and they both saw the guess from each other: Could it be that this is not a life-and-death battle, but a drama that can be repeated?

‘What the hell is going on?” The monk Fu Bo looked at it carefully, thinking in his heart what your integrity is? What about integrity? Where is the dignity?

'It's unreasonable!" Gu Ming asked to look at Lanshan after making a humble groan.

‘What the hell is going on?”

‘What does the fairy think?’ Lanshan looked at Baihua.

'I think there must be a reason for sir." Baihua looked at Xuewu. Xuewu shook his head repeatedly, looking at the King of Guns: The King of Guns shook his head with him, and suddenly sighed and sat down, feeling very emotional and sighing.

‘This world is really, it’s outrageous!”

Everyone did not notice that since Shisanlang made a suggestion, Jiang Fan, who came with him, had never made any sound. He occasionally looked up and was stared at by the fierce gaze of the big gray, the mute girl and the little girl, and quickly squatted down to count the ants.

‘This is really outrageous!”

The roar, crackling, intense, messy, not as violent as before: the three sons persisted in a mess, but what they insisted on was not that they were not capable enough, but whether they should use them all.

Facing the enemy who rushed up from all directions, the third son seemed to have transformed into hundreds of feet, and his body twisted and changed into countless afterimages, fighting with faster and more cunning opponents. Although the queen of the ant was accurately controlled, although the third son did not give his full strength, the flying ant was still not setting sail☆The Zui Meng stopped decreasing, the speed was very fast and faster.

Every time one died, Shisanlang felt that he had been bitten, and the other one died seemed to have been cut, which was heartbroken.

Shisanlang was also insisting, and the reason was the same as that of the three sons and ones: it was not because they were not capable enough, but whether they should use them all.

Shisanlang is insisting, and the third son is insisting, so he consumes the opponent weak enough to facilitate a killing attack.

The battle is a bit funny, but it is strong enough.

The power passed quickly, and the flying ants decreased rapidly. The third son was injured, and the wounded gradually became worse, and he rushed to the critical point bit by bit, but his heart became excited. During the battle, he noticed that Shisanlang's injuries were heavier, his breath was declining, and his speed was faster than himself: as for the flying ants, the most difficult time had passed, with less than half of the nearly ten thousand ant colonies, and most of them were incomplete and withered.

The flying ants have excellent biting ability and are considered perverted, but their body is not strong enough: every time the third son punches, the ant colony flew around like a blow, and it is difficult to escape, and they are all shattered. The third son was surprised at this scene and could not think of how these ants had such a keen reaction, which would have doubled his strength.

After hitting hundreds or thousands of punches and kicking dozens or hundreds of kicks, the third son felt tired and couldn't help but have thoughts again, wondering whether he should seize the opportunity and captured the opponent with a tired face in one fell swoop.

Taking Shisanlang and controlling Xiaobudian and Yagu may not be a problem, but it may not be enough to hold seven major cultivators hostage. The third son believes that he must maintain at least half of his strength, and now he is getting closer.

‘Okay, okay, he probably won’t be able to escape if he unlocks the prohibition at this time.”

‘No, he has never used his magic power. He will teleport and run too fast! Wait a little longer, wait a little longer.”

The third son kept urging himself, and Si Shi kept reminding himself: At this time, he devoted all his energy to observing Shisanlang's state, neglecting the attacks of those weak flying ants, or even completely ignoring them.

The battle was limited to a hundred feet. The third son controlled his strength and began to save his strength. He did not notice that his reaction was not as fast as he started, and his body was slightly paralyzed.

He did not notice that the fusion of the blood cauldron was about to be completed, and restlessness came from the underground of the isolated island, as if a ferocious beast was struggling to come out.

The third son did not notice the fierce light in Shisanlang's eyes, and did not notice how many times his opponent gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he was enduring something, he did not notice the movements of the rest of the people, and did not notice the seven great monks dispersed.

The third son did not notice Xiaobudian's tears, Big Gray's curse, and his increasingly cold face.

The third son was excited and surprised, and was surprised that Shisanlang was able to meet Wu Zun: But he didn't know that Shisanlang could only compare with Wu Zun, but was genuine. Because of this, Shisanlang's previous actions became more reasonable: Sanlang couldn't help but think, no wonder this guy didn't understand magical powers, and turned out to be focusing all his energy on body refining.

Nothing is important. What is really important is that until now, the third son didn't know that from the beginning, he had an excellent opportunity to control the overall situation, easily take the blood cauldron, and even wipe out the opponent.

Because of the life and death contract, the third son could easily destroy his family by just punching Dahui. It was not that Shisanlang was afraid of sacrifice, but that he could not afford to die at all!

The third son didn't know this. If he was careful enough, he would definitely find it strange. Shisanlang had never released the fire spirit in his own battle.

‘Peng!”

I can't count how many times there were collisions. Shisanlang's body flew backwards, and all the way was sprinkled with red silk: Sanzi suddenly had all his strength, his eyes suddenly showed a sharp color, and he didn't care about the severe pain caused by the biting of flying ants around him, and pointed his hands towards his chest.

‘Three-time Prison, North”

The third son breaks the oath and breaks the contract, and his supernatural powers are about to arise.

‘Sculpting spirits change continuously, and blend!”

Almost for a moment, Shisanlang's figure suddenly paused and solidified in the air in a way that was absolutely unreasonable: the unparalleled flames were released by the hissing of the Rouge Bird, and the roar of the silence of the chest was released.

‘Give me a dou!”

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Chapter completed!