Thirteen Lang rushed into the canyon like a meteor, and then stopped abruptly.

His aura climbed at an extremely fast speed, like a monk who had originally cultivated to an extremely high level, gradually releasing his suppressed cultivation. This speed surpassed Jushiro's imagination, making him ecstatic and a little afraid, and even had the urge to stop it to prevent the end of the explosion and death.

He didn't stop, but sucked in even more greedily.

His cultivation is different from others, there is no distinction between the beginning, the middle and the late stage, just like a bottle with enough capacity and enough hunger and thirst, and now that he has the opportunity to fill it with water, how can he easily let it go. Otherwise, even if his body is strong, I am afraid that it will be difficult to withstand the pressure of not being prepared to directly break the realm, and he will either die or be injured.

More importantly, Thirteen Lang knew that if he didn't absorb as much of the power of heaven and earth that surged out but would dissipate at any time and be found again, the Wind Splitting Beast on the edge of the Realm Breaking would be feasted on and eventually succeed.

"Faster!"

His face was no longer gentle, but stubborn, and his eyes showed a rare rebelliousness and wildness. At this time, Shisanlang seemed to have returned to his childhood, surviving in the demon mountain as a child: no matter how bloody and desperate, he did not give up. In order to survive, he once divided a piece of rotten bones into ten days and devoured it: he also ate raw meat for the beast meat that could not be taken away before the arrival of the demon beast that could not be resisted: compared to that time, now he just swallowed some more power of heaven and earth, what is it!

Like the mouth of the wind, the whirlpool he was in devoured at a mad speed. At this time, Thirteen Lang no longer thought about the meaning of the power of heaven and earth, nor did he think about whether the breath of this seemingly great replenishment was "excessive". The only thing he knew was that he couldn't fight a growing Wind Breaker in the canyon, so he had to find a way to close the gap between them, and fast!

If you can't stop the other party from getting stronger, then let it slow down: at the same time, you can find a way to make yourself stronger with it, and the source of all this is those forces of heaven and earth.

As his aura climbed, even the clouds in the sky seemed to notice this sudden appearance, the surrounding storms became more and more violent, and the power of heaven and earth became more intense, and they all changed direction and gathered in the whirlpool where Thirteen Lang was. At this time, on his chest, the inexplicable mark broke through the prohibition set by Thirteen Lang and emitted a faint light. At the same time, the faintly smoothing sharp corners are rounding up at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually moving towards a circular arc.

This change is not isolated, but has led to the injection of more power from heaven and earth. At this time, Shisanlang felt that the power of heaven and earth was no longer absorbed by himself, but surging over in a way of thousands of streams returning to the sea, with excitement and joy, swarming J.

The body seemed to become a balloon full of air, but more air was constantly rushing in, expanding to the point of unbearable but deep fascination and pleasure. Thirteen Lang let out a long roar that went straight to the far end, and the sound was like a dragon's groan.

"Ah...... ，”

There was joy in the pain of the voice, and there was a kind of domineering that he had never shown, which was the majesty that only heaven and earth could have, and after the precipitation of Shisanlang's body, it was finally transformed into his unique temperament. empty

At the same time, there was a roar of anger to the extreme from the canyon, and a huge black shadow rushed out of the Yin-Yang Canyon like lightning and rushed straight into Shisanlang's body!

That is, the Wind Splitter Beast is a fierce beast that is about to break the ranks, but it has been robbed of a large amount of heaven and earth power, and it is awakened in a state of almost sleep, and it is so angry that it almost goes crazy!

The Wind Splitter Beast looks like a rat magnified a thousand times, but it does not have the obsession and cowardice of a mouse. Its body presents a streamlined beauty, with eyes as small as mung beans, exuding cunning and viciousness. There was something else in its eyes at this moment, and that was because of the madness of the anger that had built up, making it look so hideous. ...,

Behind it, a pair of short, still immature flesh wings are emerging from both ribs: once the flesh wings are formed, it will announce the completion of the Wind Splitter's advancement, and it will truly have the ability to fly. At that point, its already terrifying speed will be even faster, until it makes people desperate.

From the moment he saw Thirteen Lang, the Wind Splitter was determined to kill him and swallow him in his stomach. It could see that the other party was not strong, and could only fly at low altitude in this stormy land, and it was difficult to make superfluous movements. But for some reason, this abominable human being was able to absorb the power of heaven and earth, and the speed was so fast: if he was allowed to swallow it like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to compare with it.

This feeling made the Wind Splitting Beast go crazy, it couldn't judge whether the amount of heaven and earth power was enough, it just instinctively felt that these things were the most difficult opportunity to find in its two hundred years of cultivation, and it must not allow others to share the slightest.

Afterimages flickered in the air, and the Wind Splitting Beast opened its jaw, revealing two rows of fangs that were brighter and sharper than the flying sword, and directly spewed out more than a dozen wind blades, and its body pounced on it, swooping down on Thirteen Lang at a speed no slower than the Wind Blade.

The wind blade slashed through the air, and there was a whistling sound that tore through the air, and if it was an ordinary foundation building monk, I was afraid that I would not be able to resist even one piece, let alone cover it in all directions like a knife array.

Thirteen Lang can't resist either, with spells alone.

He chose to fly back, and he had to retreat.

Because of the delusion of the celestial phenomena, the storm at this time reached the limit of what he could bear, and most of the mana in his body was used to stabilize the flying sword: besides, he had to be distracted to absorb the power of heaven and earth, and he was indeed unable to do too much. At this time, he could only use the simplest basic divine powers, which were vulnerable to the actual wind blade of the Wind Splitting Beast.

In fact, even if he was allowed to use it, what magical powers would he have? And if he fought on the ground, no matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to compare with this beast known as the Wind Split.

So he flew back, not in a straight line, but in a roundabout way, as if teasing a pet.

Thirteen Lang had a feeling that the reason why the Wind Splitting Beast chose to break through the steps in the Yin Yang Canyon must be related to the Gangfeng here, and if it left this area, he was afraid that its advancement would be interrupted, and the power of heaven and earth that was attracted would also dissipate, and there would be no such opportunity.

Not only did he have to fight it, but he wanted it to stay in this state of seeming progress and gain more time for himself. At this time, he had already decided that as long as this absorption lasted for a few more moments, he could replenish the mana he needed at one time until the foundation was complete. And those who absorb more of the power of heaven and earth will bring endless benefits to their future cultivation, and they must not be let go.

Flying is always faster than supernatural powers, and when a few wind blades came, Shisanlang shot out two shields in a row, and if he couldn't sacrifice them, he directly held them in his hands and blocked them in front of him.

In the dense explosion of several points, his body retreated faster, and the two shields were torn apart, and they were all useless. The power of the Wind Blade was cut in half, and only the aftermath hit Jushiro's body.

It can only be said that it is still a demonic beast without slowness, and it is very unfair to fight against humans. Because they have no tools, they can only fight on their own, and like Thirteen Lang, who obviously has no means of confrontation, he can use magic weapons to dissipate most of the Wind Splitting Beast's magical powers, which can be described as a scoundrel.

When the Wind Blade struck Thirteen Lang, the Wind Splitter's eyes showed ecstasy, and then he was stunned for a moment, and even his body stopped.

It barely believed its eyes, and looked blankly at Thirteen Lang, a little distracted.

Then it became furious and let out a snarl of shame. ...,

Those few wind blades that were still unending their strength cut into the opponent's body, and they were actually out of thin air...... , gone!

No flesh and blood, no wails of pain, not even a trace, just vanished into thin air!

In the memory of the Wind Splitter, although the flying monk was afraid of its attack power, its body was so fragile that it could not be so vulnerable, and even those who were relatively strong in the body refining could never do so easily. The situation in front of him was that those wind blades seemed to dissolve and annihilate on the opponent's body, doing nothing but pushing him back faster.

In a state of astonishment, before the Wind Splitter could figure out what was going on, Thirteen Lang's counterattack had arrived!

Five thick ice arrows in a row came out of his hand, no, from the giant bow in his hand. Although Thirteen Lang can't use his magical powers, he can use spiritual tools instead: as long as there are enough spiritual stones, he can continuously exert his magical powers without spending a trace of mana.

The only pity is that the power of these ice bolts is too weak for the Wind Splitter. With its half-brokenness, these ice arrows all add up, and even their own wind knives cannot be compared. It is a mockery for humans to attack themselves in this way.

The Demon Beast also has feelings, and the Wind Splitting Beast is ashamed and angry, so it simply disdains to send out the wind blade, and pounces directly. At this time, it still held on to the hope of advancement, and the mana in its body could be saved, and besides, that human was too shameless, and the wind blade might not be useful at all.

With a bloodthirsty glint in its eyes, the Wind Splitter was preparing to meet the impact of those ice arrows, and was even ready to pay the price for a small injury, when the mutation reappeared.

"Boom!"

With a soft shout, the five ice arrows burst at the same time, turning into a mass of rich freezing power, wrapping the body of the Wind Splitting Beast tightly.

The puncture turned into a facial wound, and in addition to the increase in impact, the real damage was almost equal to zero: however, the result was that the Wind Breaker almost lost its mind and fell into complete madness.

At this time, it was like a human rushing out, and it was taking a sharp breath. There was a sudden coldness in its chest and abdomen, and its body suddenly stiffened, and as soon as it jumped up, it fell directly from the air like a stone, smashing out a cloud of smoke and dust.

The damage brought to him by those ice arrows was not even as good as the impact of wrestling, but with this momentary buffer, Thirteen Lang's body had already flown to a hundred meters away, and he was methodically opening his bow and arrows, preparing to fight a war of attrition with hundreds of thousands of spirit stones against a body of mana!

His speed is extremely fast, and he is in the air, if you add the ice arrow block, such a strategic concept is really not impossible to achieve. If it continues like that, the Wind Breaker must not be to death!

There was no need to wait until then, the Wind Breaker was already on the verge of death by this time. Because it found that an extremely ugly toad appeared on the other party's shoulder at some point: what made it even more angry was that the toad was also swallowing the power of heaven and earth, and the speed was even faster than that of his master!

The Tianxin Toad sensed the gaze of the Wind Splitting Beast, glared back at it with great friendliness, and shouted twice in excitement.

"Quack, quack!"

It's not over to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come (qboss. BOm) votes for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. This text is provided by Qihang·-·