"I--" A Tuo took a bite. Instead of talking nonsense to this crazy monk here, it would be better to finish the meal and set off.

It's definitely not that he's really hungry, but that hot dog is so delicious.

After two or three puffs, he stuffed all the hot dogs into his mouth, and Atuo stepped on the accelerator.

Akimayama Racing God is online again.

"Master, I promised that I will never buy anything this time!" A Tuo said vaguely.

"I clearly do it for your own good." Tang Luo shook his head.

This is Master Xuanzang's usual style. No one can starve the "driver" or means of transportation.

On the way to the west, the lonely gourmet cooked a big meal, and the first "person" to eat will always be the little white dragon.

Tang Luo couldn't do such a thing as he rode.

"Then what, mage, don't you eat this?" Five minutes later, Atuo asked while driving.

If you don’t eat it, you will get even more hungry as soon as you eat it. But Tang Luo still holds one in his hand, and the fragrance is everywhere.

"If you don't eat, this is for others." Tang Luo said.

"Oh." A Tuo was very sad. He had come, so why not buy a few more?

He can pay if he doesn't have money!

———

"puff!"

A Fei is worthy of being the holder of A Fei's fate. He was injured and had the style of a martial arts figure. He spit out a mouthful of blood and threw it on the ground, almost unable to hold the sword in his hand.

When Qin Menglan and Uncle Qiang arrived, they saw A Fei flying backwards by Thirteen.

"you--"

Qin Menglan looked at Thirteen and could not connect the person in front of her with the person in her memory. "Aren't you Thirteen?"

Her tone was a little confused.

"Thirteen?" Thirteen laughed, "I am him, but not him."

"What a shit!" Uncle Qiang had no intention of nonsense. He held his right hand in a vain, and a translucent phantom of a small axe appeared in his hand and was thrown at Thirteen.

Skill·Flying Axe Throwing!

There are no people here, so you can do it!

The axe was extremely fast, and the two of them crossed a distance of more than 20 meters in an instant.

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

The axe seemed to break through a non-existent phantom, and fell to the ground through Thirteen's vague body and disappeared.

"Um?"

Seeing Thirteen's re-condensation and unscathed shadow, Uncle Qiang widened his eyes.

What's going on?

What dodge skills?

"Be careful, he should be the holder of fate." Ah Fei stood up with a cough, his right hand holding the sword trembled a little.

He switched the sword to his left hand and stared at Thirteen.

"The fate holder..." Qin Menglan whispered, "Thirteen, stop now, there is still a chance."

"Opportunity?" Thirteen laughed wildly, "Do you give me a chance? I'm wrong, do I want to give you a chance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body disappeared.

Appeared in front of Uncle Qiang.

Uncle Qiang instinctively leaned back and punched out with the same punch!

A glimmer of light appeared above the fist, which was the same skill as Zhou Zhenguo - a powerful attack!

As a god and demon walking that has been fully strengthened after six missions, this punch can undoubtedly easily break a thick cement wall.

Facing Uncle Qiang's fist that was doing his best.

Thirteen's figure was blurred again, giving people a feeling of dislocation.

While his fist fell to nothing, Thirteen's palm had already slapped Uncle Qiang's chest.

Uncle Qiang was hit hard by a hammer, and his chest suddenly sank and his whole body flew backwards.

The injury was much heavier than Ah Fei, and he no longer had the strength to fight again.

"Oh, aren't you dead?" Thirteen was a little confused. Looking at his palm, his palm was so powerful that it was enough to kill the other party.

Maybe it was the other party's skill that allowed this guy to save his life.

But it doesn't matter. Even if this palm is not dead, it will be useless.

Just as Thirteen looked at his palms as if no one was around, Ah Fei had already arrived beside him.

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

Quick Sword!

The fast sword that is so fast that it is impossible for the gods and demons who have been strengthened in the first-level strengthening can react.

Not only that, A Fei's current left-hand sword is actually faster than his right-hand sword just now.

This is A Fei’s hidden killer weapon!

"What a fast sword." Thirteen praised.

A Fei's face changed, and his right arm immediately raised and blocked his chest.

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

Being able to speak means not really hit him hard, and means facing the opponent's counterattack!

A Fei's judgment and choice were correct.

Thirteen's palm slapped his right arm, and his right arm was directly broken, and at the same time, the huge force spread through his arm.

Ah Fei retreated and took twenty steps in a row, his right arm drooped, twisting into a terrifying angle.

He leaned forward, knelt on one knee, and supported himself with a sword, without letting himself, who had suffered severe damage, fall completely.

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

After all, he is just a fate holder, not the real A Fei.

And, he is a teenager.

The "proud son of heaven" that Qin Menglan thought of should actually describe this Ah Fei.

"Well..." This time I didn't have time to show Thiran's palms to wonder why they didn't slap people to death again.

Because a blue "dragon" was rushing towards him.

This dragon is not big, about two meters, and the color of blue and white is just a vague image, a collection of energy.

When Ah Fei set out his sword against Thirteen again, Qin Menglan naturally took action.

It is not the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but the skill Dragon Fist attack!

Clench your fist and release a blue and white dragon-shaped energy, blasting towards the target.

The flying dragon is about to come, and Thirteen's figure blurs again.

However, this time, the faucet suddenly changed direction.

Thirteen's vague figure condensed again, but the location where it appeared was about half a meter away from the place just now.

The two collided together.

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

Thirteen's clothes were blowing, and A Fei, who was shaking, fell to the ground.

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

The palms contracted unnaturally like chicken feet, trembling, and obviously the injury was not light.

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

Dragon Fist Attack is not a particularly powerful and powerful skill, but it has a special feature, which is that it can lock in the pursuit target.

No matter how fast Thirteen was simply enough to dodge Uncle Qiang's fists and A Fei's fast sword, he still used some special method.

It is difficult for him to avoid Qin Meng's pursuit of Lanlong Fist.

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

Qin Menglan didn't speak, and overlapping shadows appeared on her body.

Then, "separately" took a step towards the left and right, and changed from one person to two identical people.
To be continued...