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No matter how strong the opponent is, he can't lose the courage to fight, and fighting, fighting without stopping, is the only means to resist this last world.

The hot blood in the body was igniting, and with a stroke of the hidden front, it attracted the power of the natal force, and the silver cross, with the urge to destroy everything, roared towards the woman's bloody eyes, as if under this blow, nothing could not be destroyed.

When let's let this is just an illusion.

Disdain appeared in the eyes of the blood-eyed woman, really my strength is like this, the woman did not wave her palm this time, she had to put Cen Pengtian down and protect the baby in her arms.

The blood natal life changed, turning into a blood-colored fist, and this time she threw a punch, and the fist collided with the cross, and the cross dissolved.

But this is not the end, for the first time, the woman Bloody Eye began to take the initiative to attack.

Just one step, he came to Zimo's side, and he felt like he was close to the end of the world, and as soon as he moved, he held Zimo's neck, and Zimo did not have the slightest power to resist.

Gaps are always gaps. No matter how subtle the moves are, they can't change this gap.

The blood-eyed woman lifted Zimo up with one hand, frowned and said, "You have succeeded in provoking me. ”

The strength of the woman's hand made Zimo slowly begin to suffocate, and even his spirit was already in a trance, he bit the tip of his teeth, and the pain made him regather his spirit.

At this moment, his thoughts became extremely clear again.

Irritated?

I'm going to do more than provoke.

A weird smile appeared on the corner of Zimo's mouth, and the natal life of destruction and the natal life of the emperor in his body poured into the woman's body along the woman's hands.

The destruction of the emperor's natal life began to destroy in the woman's body, and the woman's face became even more ugly, and she reached out and threw Zimo out.

Zimo stood up again, and Zang Feng swung it out again, but it seemed that he was doing useless work, but he didn't care, and swung it again and again, like a fool, stubborn, and couldn't understand.

Or the knight who hit the south wall, his head broke and he continued to charge. The woman's bloody eyes slapped a few palms at Zimo, like slapping a fly casually.

Zimo's eyes did not fluctuate, but he tried to minimize the damage to his body caused by women.

It's a pity that Zimo is not a stone, even if it is a stone, there is a limit to force, and the woman's attack has exceeded Zimo's limit, which is the limit that Zimo can't dodge no matter how much he dodges.

Knocked down again and again, standing up again and again, Zimo's spirit was farther away in an instant, as if many years ago, in the wasteland, it was the same scene.

The weak self launched an attack again and again against a strong opponent.

That's the obsession that would rather die in battle than fall.

In one of the most paranoid forms, choose to end this fight, or end your own life in battle.

Either win the battle or die in battle.

Zimo's body had been damaged and his clothes were stained with blood, but he laughed at this time.

Maybe the battle is his eternal destination, and he will either fall in the battle or fall on the way to pursue the battle, but he does not want to die.

At this time, he remembered the man, his teacher. Do your best, keep fighting, and improve your strength, just to stand in front of him one day? Or is it something else?

Zimo doesn't know!

But Zimo knew that as long as he continued to fight, he would be right. Maybe one day he will have no one to fight, and at that time, he can stand in front of the teacher with honor and say, you see I didn't disgrace you.

In other words, when that day comes, he will understand what he wants after all these years of fighting.

And now the only thing he can do is fight, a hearty fight.

Zimo's body is entangled with each other, surging towards Zangfeng, bringing up a sky-high momentum, this is a completely different power, the two main natals are combined with each other, regardless of the other, in terms of the advanced level of energy alone, it is one level higher than the quality of a single natal body.

Bloodeye's natal is obtained in a form similar to that of direct imparting, and it is only half-baked.

Natal may be Zimo's only advantage, but can natal influence the tide of battle?

The knife has a spirit.

Zang Feng, Tibetan knife and blade, and now is the moment when it is exposed, Zang Feng continues to tremble slightly, and the big knife seems to be hungry and thirsty.

What's the best move in the world?

In the eyes of some people, the most powerful move is the most powerful; In the eyes of some people, the fastest move, the world's martial arts, is only fast and not broken.

In Zimo's eyes, a powerful move is the one that can kill people the fastest. If the move is not for killing, it will be meaningless.

Complex to simple, at this moment, the essence and one, this knife is already the simplest knife, but it contains too much, including Zimo's knowledge and understanding of battle, and the desire for battle in his heart.

In terms of martial arts, this has touched the realm of the unity of man and sword, but unfortunately Zimo is not a martial arts master, and all he wants to do is kill the enemy.

Zang Feng seemed to have led a silver dragon to roar, opening its teeth and dancing claws towards the woman's bloody eyes, like an unstoppable torrent, destroying all obstacles that stood in its way.

The woman's bloody face changed, and if she resisted this move directly, she would definitely be injured, especially the baby in her arms.

But it doesn't matter, with her speed, she will definitely be able to dodge this move before it comes.

And that's exactly what the woman did, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of Zimo's mouth, dodge, dodge?

Is it all just waste?

Just when the woman was about to dodge, the only remaining natal power in Zimo's body appeared, and it turned out that Zimo had hit the Emperor Extermination Blade, which had disappeared in the air, and at this time it began to slowly gather again in the air.

Silver crosses, which were bright and extinguished but had a sense of destruction, rushed towards the woman's bloody eyes from all directions. In particular, a silver cross appeared behind the woman, and these silver crosses are not aimed at killing the enemy, as long as the woman is stopped for a moment.

This is naturally Zimo's arrangement, it seems that he keeps swinging knives and knives like a fool, falling down again and again, and then standing up again, just for this moment.

Fighting requires not only unwavering faith, but also step-by-step calculation, which is Zimo's fighting style.

In the face of a strong enemy who is almost impossible to stand up, stubbornly rushing forward again and again, you may be praised as bloody, but it still can't change the outcome that is likely to die in the end.

At most, after you die, future generations will evaluate it like this, and die like a hero, which is not Zimo's purpose.

To be dead is to be dead, whether it is like a hero or a bear, it is dead.

The ultimate goal of fighting is to survive, and if you can use this to continuously improve your strength, it would be great.

The silver cross pounced on the woman's bloody eyes, especially the knife that appeared in the woman's back, causing the woman's dodging speed to obviously lag, and this lag, all the attacks hit the woman's body.

Zimo's most turbulent move on the front, the silver crosses in all directions, all rushed towards the woman's bloody eyes.

Zimo clenched Zang Feng, his body was exhausted, and the emptiness of his body kept coming, after this move, he didn't have the strength to fight again, but he still tried his best to recover the energy in his body.

Suddenly, Zimo felt a force injected into his body, as if he was constantly healing his body and speeding up his recovery, and in an instant he judged the source of this power.

Zimo looked at Xuanyuan Xiaoyi, Xuanyuan Xiaoyi's face was pale at this time, but he gave up healing himself, and chose to heal Zimo instead.

Zimo's face was a little solemn, in the wasteland, he could still survive alone. And now he is not fighting alone, so he will definitely win.