The Magic Outfit

"How could this be the first time? Xiao Lao Er has been running around for almost decades." Lao Huolang smiled smirkingly, and seemed unable to hear the thorn in Su Tang's words at all.

"It can be seen that you have encountered very difficult enemies, and there should also be traitors within you." Su Tang laughed, and then drank the wine in the wine sac, and threw the empty wine sac into the grass.

The old man's face changed a little. Su Tang's words directly pointed to his key points, and there was no way to continue to be confused: "Why does the son say so? Does anyone have anything to say to the son?"

"You told me." Su Tang said.

"Me?" The old boy froze.

"For a few days, you have been alone, there is no answer, because there must be a traitor inside, and no one can believe you. If you want to go back to Guhongshan, you should go northwest? You are sullenly headed to the southwest ... because Bei will meet enemies you can't afford and can only make concessions. "Su Tang said:" Who is it? Ten Ancestors? "

The old seller sighed softly, and he realized at this time that the other party had guessed it, but this result made his heart fall into the ice cave. If he could choose, he would rather have someone leak the news.

He has seen many people and experienced many things. His mind is so meticulous that he can see through the truth only by some clues. It must be a great role. If you fight against such a person, you will lose miserably. But it ’s just that he ca n’t back away, the things in the burden are much more precious than his life

The old boy slowly stroked the pole with thick fingers, and his breath became very light and slow.

Su Tang left the hammock, brushed off the floating dust on his body, scanned the surrounding woods, and said softly: "You shouldn't rest here."

The old salesman smiled, his fingers flicked gently, and the pole broke apart from the middle with a click. There was a red gun in the whole body: "Where to rest ... Doesn't matter?"

Su Tang's eyes fell on the war gun: "You don't understand it yet, but ... I will understand it soon.

The old goodsman slowly stood up. In fact, he did not look very good. His eyebrows were thin and short, and his eyes were not big. Using the "mouse eyes" to describe it is just right, but the momentum emitted by a practitioner from his bones can be great. Change shape.

At the moment when the old goodsman stood up, the thick murderous intention spread in the forest. His body was straight, his eyes became extremely divine, and the war gun was swayed by the spiritual force, trembling quickly, sending out Sharp tweets

Su Tang's expression was still faint, his eyes drooping slightly, looking at the grass at his feet.

Since the ancient tree of destiny awoke, he has produced a clear judgment. He must always restrain the killing intention in his heart. If he can do it, the magic costume is only his weapon, and he can't do it. So sooner or later, the magic costume will erode him. The soul and become his master.

The fluctuation of spiritual power emitted by Laohulang was much stronger than those of the Grand Masters encountered in Bailongdu.At present, instead of condensing spiritual power, he is letting his spirit out and feeling the life around him. Breath.

"Some is Gu Hongshan Su pillow." The old goods Lang said, he paused. Seeing Su Tang didn't answer, he sneered: "Is the son's life not too obvious?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm afraid you will be cranky." Su Tang laughed.

The old goodsman's figure rose like a cheetah, and the gun in his hand turned into a faint red shadow, piercing the heart of Su Tang.

Su Tang's wrist shook, the sword light of Taisho's sword lighted up in his hand, and the war gun was sealed. The old goodsman's wrist shook, another shot stabbed, and once again pierced Su Tang's heart.

Qiang Qiang ...... The old goodsman's offensive is like a storm. Although Su Tang can block all attacks, every time he blocks a shot, the figure can't help but back a little, then block another shot, and then retreat.

It was only a few moments after the old salesman had stabbed more than a hundred guns, and Su Tang stepped back step by step and retreated to the depths of the woods

The old man suddenly stopped the attack, and the gun pointed at Su Tang far away, his expression was solemn, and he didn't know he was thinking

In fact, both of them regarded the other as a life-long enemy. Although the battle just now seemed fierce, they both kept room, especially Su Tang, who hardly ever fought back.

If it is described in military terms, the old seller is seeking a tactical breakthrough, but Su Tang is completing the strategic layout.

"Your spirit is very strange." Su Tang said slowly.

His experience is also very rich. In a short battle, he has grasped the characteristics of the opponent's spirit. Every time the old man's spiritual power turns, it will be transformed into a machine, which constantly pierces the war gun, and one shot is more fierce than one shot, and one shot is faster than one shot, especially the last few shots, let him have a breath. Feeling upset. Afterwards, the old goodsman's offensive will be suspended for a while, and it seems to be resuming spiritual power, and then the next wave of attacks will begin to erupt.

If he blocks with all his strength, the number of shots of the old seller will be reduced to seven or eight shots, because the fierce collision will shock the spirits of both parties; if he dodges to avoid, the old seller will become more powerful and shoot The number of times will increase to ten and eleven shots.

This kind of spiritual formula is very peculiar, and it can release the combat power to the extreme, but it also has obvious shortcomings, that is, the instant that the old merchants have completed their offensive and re-run the spiritual power.

But it was easier said than done, and it was harder to do. Sealing the last few quick shots of the old sellers, he would always retreat involuntarily, waiting for him to calm down some disorderly spiritual power, and wanted to launch a counterattack, old sellers The next wave of offensive was already ready.

"Some practice is the decision of the Su family of the Iron Curtain." The old seller said slowly: "Son, you have no time to go now, and you should never have seen you."

"Go? Now?" Su Tang sighed: "Late ..."

Late ... Late ... Su Tang's voice swayed in the forest. Numerous branches, shrubs, and grass seemed to wake up from the deep sleep, shaking and trembling, and the spiritual power of Su Tang's spiritual fluctuation began to stop There is no end to climbing.

Lao Huolang's eyes flashed with horror, and Su Tang at the moment seemed to be integrated into this world, and even condensed into a coercive pressure.

"Kill" Laohuolou shouted loudly that he knew he could not wait any longer, at least not to let the other party raise his momentum to the top.

The shadow of the gun flashed and stabbed in front of Su Tang. Su Tang waved the Taisho sword and held the war gun. His figure retreated at the same time. His spirit was fierce, but his heart kept sinking.

The grass shattered by the gun, the light breeze, the flying broken branches and leaves, the mud under the feet and the sky above, all of which exudes an inexplicable hostility to him at this moment. He has a feeling of being enemies against the whole world.