Chapter 1947: The Last Battle (13)

Yue's expression was extremely cold.

Even if there is an abyss ahead, she will inevitably move forward.

She lightened her body and followed.

She thought that Jimo might go to the temple where the orc patronus was located, but instead he went in the direction of the Shenjian Tower.

There was no ambush, only Jimo alone.

"Dig your own grave?" Yue asked softly and coldly.

"Light girl, do you dare to come down?" Jimo's face was a little pale, but his expression was as calm as ever, even if what he had planned before was not successful.

"It's going to come down!" After Yue finished speaking, she flashed to his side and slapped him in the face with a palm, slapping him away.

Jimo's body slammed into the gate of the Shenjian Tower, his face against the door, and he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The Divine Tower lit up.

As soon as Jimo stood up, Yue's light attack arrived again.

The moon blade spun rapidly in her palm, and Jimo's back splattered with blood, all of which fell on the Shenjian Tower, and the light of the Shenjian Tower became stronger and stronger.

Did you end his life with a dagger?

Yue Qing didn't feel relieved at all, she withdrew her dagger, turned to her fist, and landed on Jimo one after another.

For half a cup of tea, Jimo's whole body was smashed by Yue's fist.

The bones had all shattered into slag and pierced into his guts, blood spurting from his mouth.

Yue gently felt that the blood in his whole body was about to run out.

The Shenjian Tower shook suddenly, and the ground continued to tremble.

She subconsciously stopped her fist.

Jimo's body slipped off the door, turned around with all his strength, looked at the moon and smiled softly.

"Light...... Girl...... You've still been tricked! ”

Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, and suddenly felt a familiar aura approaching.

"Look!"

Yue gently followed her line of sight, her pupils narrowed.

"Little Chrysanthemum!"

Jimo laughed out loud, "Little chrysanthemum?" The name really doesn't match its identity. ”

What is the identity of the little chrysanthemum?

Under the gentle gaze of the moon, the little chrysanthemum had transformed into its original form and rushed into the Shenjian Tower.

The Shenjian Tower, which had been shaking and roaring, instantly fell silent.

Several figures fell from mid-air.

Moon gently opened her hand and released her mysterious power, catching the person who fell from mid-air.

It is the one who is in the middle of Qingchen.

After the little chrysanthemum entered the Shenjian Tower, she was thrown down.

"Xuanbao, where is your father?" Yue Qing didn't see Duanmu Chen for a long time, and her eyes waved.

Xuanbao, who was lying in her arms, shook his head vigorously, "Mother, Xuanbao doesn't know!" Xuanbao was talking to his father, but Xiao Juju suddenly became irritable, and his father was chasing after him......"

"His Royal Highness Chen, he was dragged down!" Jimo grinned, the corners of his mouth stained with blood.

There's something weird about this blood.

Yue's eyes sharpened to find a bloodstained glass bottle beside him.

"Oh! The healing holy products that were stored before, do you want to have some of them? ”

Yue's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Who dragged Duanmu Chen back?" ”

"Formation!" Jimo had no intention of selling Guan Zi at all, he just spread his plan Chiguoguo in front of Yueqing.

Then look forward to the gentle reaction of the moon.

This is the most rewarding thing.

The mother and son glanced at each other, and understood each other's meaning without verbal communication.

Xuanbao's spiritual power spread.