Step Back! Master is Here!

"I--" A Tuo took a sharp bite, and instead of talking nonsense to this crazy monk here, he might as well finish eating.

It's definitely not that he's really hungry. Hot dogs are so fragrant.

Two or three mouths, all the hot dogs were stuffed into his mouth, and Alto stepped on the throttle.

Akina Mountain Bike God is online again.

"Mage, say yes, this time I will definitely not buy anything to eat!" A Tuo said vaguely.

"The poor monk is obviously for your good." Tang Luo shook his head.

This is the consistent style of Master Xuanzang. No one can be hungry for "drivers", or means of transportation.

On the westbound journey, lonely gourmets prepare a great meal. The first person to eat is always a little white dragon.

Tang Luo couldn't make such a thing when he rode someone else and did n’t give anything to eat.

"So what, Master, don't you eat this one?" Five minutes later, Atuo asked as he drove.

If you do n’t eat it, the result is even more hungry, but Tang Luo still has one in his hand, and the aroma is overflowing.

"Do not eat, this is for others." Tang Luo said.

"Oh." Atuo was very sad, and all came, why not buy a few more?

He can come out without money!

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"puff!"

A Fei is indeed the holder of A Fei's life style. He was injured in the style of a martial arts character. He spit out blood and fell to the ground, almost unable to hold the sword in his hand.

When Qin Menglan and Uncle Qian arrived, they saw the scene where A Fei was knocked out by thirteen.

"you--"

Qin Menglan looked at Thirteen, how could he not associate the person in front of him with the person in his memory, "Aren't you thirteen?"

She was a little puzzled.

"Thirteen?" Thirteen laughed. "I'm him, but not him."

"What a shit!" Uncle Qiang didn't mean any nonsense. He held his right hand in a vain, and a translucent phantom of a small axe appeared in his hand, which he threw to thirteen.

Skills · Axe Throwing!

There are no people here, you can do it!

The axe was extremely fast, and the distance of more than twenty meters between the two people instantly crossed.

Seeing that the axe was about to split thirteen's head, his figure suddenly became blurred at this moment.

As if the axe broke through a non-existent phantom, it fell through the thirteen fuzzy body to the ground and disappeared.

"Ok?"

Looking at the thirteen re-solidified, unscathed shadow, Uncle Qiang widened his eyes.

How is this going?

What dodge skills?

"Be careful, he should be the holder of the life pattern." A Fei stood up with a cough, his right hand holding the sword was shaking.

He switched his sword to his left hand and stared at thirteen.

"Life-holders ..." Qin Menglan whispered, "Thirteen, there is still a chance to close now."

"Opportunity?" Thirteen laughed wildly. "Do you give me a chance? Wrong, I want to give you a chance!"

As soon as the words fell, he disappeared in place.

Appeared in front of Uncle Qiang.

Uncle Qiang leaned back instinctively, and the same punch came out!

Above the fist, there was a glimmer of light, and it was exactly the same skill as Zhou Zhenguo-a powerful blow!

As a demon walking who has been strengthened for six times, this punch can undoubtedly smash a thick concrete wall easily.

Facing his uncle's fist.

The figure of Thirteen is a blur again, giving a misplaced uncomfortable feeling.

At the same time as the fist was falling, Thirteen's palms had been patted on Uncle Qiang's chest.

If Uncle Qiang was hit hard with a hammer, his chest suddenly sunken, and the whole man flew out.

He was hurt much more than A Fei, and had no strength to fight again.

"Oh, aren't you dead?" Thirteen was a little puzzled. Looking at his palm, his palm was so strong that he was clear enough to kill the other.

It is probably the other party's skills that kept this guy alive.

But it doesn't matter, this palm, even if this person does not die, is abolished.

Just as Thirteen stood by without looking at his palm, A Fei had already come to his side.

The left arm turned into an afterimage, and the black sword in his hand suddenly looked as if it had disappeared.

Quick sword!

Quick swords that are almost impossible to react when walking with a first-level strengthened demon.

Not only that, A Fei's left-handed sword is even faster than his right-handed sword.

This is A Fei's hidden killer!

"Good sword," Thirteen praised.

When Afei's face changed, his right arm immediately lifted up, blocking his chest.

Although he felt that he should have been stabbed, the other party was still able to speak.

Being able to speak means that you haven't really hit him hard, which means you have to face back from the other side!

A Fei's judgment and choice were correct.

Thirteen's palms were patted on his right arm, and the right arm was directly broken, while great force spread through the arm.

A Fei retreated, taking twenty steps back, his right arm dangled and twisted into a terrible angle.

He leaned forward, kneeled on one knee, and supported his body with a sword, without letting his badly wounded fall completely.

However, the calmness on his face had disappeared and replaced by irresistible fear and fear.

After all, it is just a holder of life and personality, not the real A Fei.

Moreover, it is a young person.

In fact, Qin Menglan thought of the "Pride of the Sky", in fact, should describe this A Fei.

"Hmm ..." This time there was no time for Thirteen to look at the palms and wonder why they didn't shoot the dead again.

Because a blue "dragon" was coming towards him.

This dragon is not big, about two meters or so. The color of blue and white is just a fuzzy image, which is a collection of energy.

When A Fei once again issued a sword against Thirteen, Qin Menglan naturally also started.

It is not the dragon and the eighteen palms, but the skills and the dragon fist!

Fists out, releases a blue-and-white dragon-shaped energy, and hits the target.

The dragon was about to come, and the figure of thirteen blurred again.

But this time, the faucet suddenly changed direction.

Thirteen ambiguous figures re-solidified, but appeared in a position about half a meter away.

The two bumped together.

There is no special sound effect, only the invisible energy is scattered.

The thirteen clothes blew loudly, and A Fei, who was blowing trembling, fell directly to the ground.

The dragon-shaped energy disappeared, and Thirteen stepped back more than ten meters away, his right hand continued to tremble, and dropped to his side.

The palm shrank like a chicken's claw unnaturally, trembling, obviously not too badly injured.

There was a hole in his chest, a little blood leaking out, which was the scar left by A Fei's fast sword.

Dragon fist strike is not a particularly powerful anti-sky skill, but it has a special feature that it can lock the pursuit target.

No matter whether Thirteen is simple and fast enough to dodge Uncle Qiang's fist and A Fei's fast sword, what special method is used.

Qin Meng's blue dragon fist chased, and he was hard to avoid.

"It seems I underestimated you." Thirteen said to Qin Menglan, despite being injured, he still looked like "everything is under my control."

Qin Menglan did not speak, and overlapping shadows appeared on her body.

Then, "respectively" took a step to the left and right, from one person to two identical people.

It is very realistic, making it impossible to distinguish which is the essence.

Skill · Phantom clone, which has a part of the strength in the current state-not including skills, nor including foreign objects such as equipment.

If the skills are truly integrated, the avatar can also use the skills.

This is a pretty arrogant skill, strong in all aspects and in various senses.

"You've got so much information about the demon walking, but not many people who know your skills." Thirteen said.

It seemed that the injury to his right hand would not affect his next fight in the slightest.

Qin Menglan glanced thirteen and, with her avatar, rushed towards him from left to right.

Fight, don't need nonsense!

The three "people" are in close combat.

But he just fought, and it wasn't the thirteen with only one hand that fell into the downwind, but Qin Menglan who besieged him.

Thirteen figures were blurred from time to time, erratic.

Not only that, Qin Menglan's attacks were deviated by using one hand, even the shoulders, the back and other places, leading to not talking in the other direction, and sometimes even "counterattacked."

It was as if Thirteen was using Qin Menglan's strength to hit herself.

"There is strength and speed in the air, but the skills are too bad. If you have time, why not learn some martial arts?"

Thirteen opened his mouth and slapped Qin Menglan's fist in one palm, letting him and her avatars—or “kill each other” with the body.

Thirteen still haven't distinguished two people, who is the body.

But that's okay, just include them in the attack.

The two Qin Menglan dodged unpreparedly and crashed into a ball.

An ugly roll on the ground, another leap, and some distance from Thirteen, staring at each other.

Thirteen is still light and windy, you can see that his right hand has recovered a little more than at the beginning. It's no longer the shape of the chicken feet gathered, it looks like he won't be able to return to its original shape any time soon.

"Qian Kun big move? Do Zhuan Zhuan Xing Yi?" Qin Menglan did not take another shot, and asked.

Just thirteen's use of power to make her think of these two martial arts ~ www.readwn.com ~ Can thirteen get the relevant martial arts character life?

Thirteen chuckled, although he didn't speak, his pride was clearly shown on his face, apparently dismissive of these two martial arts.

"Forget it." Qin Menglan shook her head slightly, and suddenly squatted, pressing her hands on the ground suddenly.

With her as the center, a purple shimmer glowed on the ground. Looking down from the sky, you can see a circular array with a radius of 10 meters.

Trap type range skills!

Immediately after the formation of the map, a purple thunder light came out of the ground and tangled for thirteen.

Thirteen's face changed slightly, and he didn't say a word, and felt pain coming.

If he has a blood bar, he can see that the blood bar is constantly -1, -1, -1, -1, and the damage is not high, but it is enough to accumulate to the scale of victory.

The point is that this kind of injury is directly on the body, and there is a fairly invisible force that constantly hits the body.

There is nothing else but passive resistance.

Thirteen keeps running Qi, and the pain on his body gradually disappears, and he is about to march towards Qin Menglan.

Regardless of which one is her body, she wants to kill one.

The distance to step back and leave the area of ​​influence is no less than a meter from the distance of bullying and killing Qin Menglan.

When Thirteen took a step, the purple thunder light on his body increased sharply, a large number of flashes, no increase in damage, but heavy pressure made his movements slow.

The effect is stronger than Dong Yuan's slow operation.

Qin Menglan smiled, stretched his back to the waist, pulled out a pistol, and aimed at the thirteen with limited mobility.

As a modern person, of course, we must learn to use modern hot weapons.

It is not a mission world, and cannot carry firearms.

Martial arts, what martial arts?

Isn't it good to use a gun?