On the cliff flat, the drunkard looked up at the sky with a solemn expression. He was already shocked to be rid of it in the wasteland before, and at this time, looking at this scene, his mood was even more shocking, and the realm shown by someone had far exceeded the level of the first war in Chang'an, and even exceeded his imagination.

"Li slowly, do you really want to be the fastest person?"

The wine jug trembled lightly in the autumn wind, the mellow fragrance gradually overflowed, and the drunkard's figure suddenly blurred, and he was about to shatter the space and go to the nine clouds to help the first seat.

He didn't make a move just now, it was because he believed that with the magic power of the first King Kong and the Buddha Gate, Li slowly and Jun Mo had no way at all, but the facts overturned his guess, Jun Mo used an iron sword to pry the first seat and the chessboard away from the cliff, and Li slowly took the first seat and the chessboard to the sky.

There are many people who fall from the cliff, and there are very few people who fall from the sky, a few years ago in Chang'an City, there were three people who hit the sky from the ground, and then fell from the sky, and the final result is that Yu Curtain is the strongest person in the Demon Sect, and he is also seriously injured, so what about the first one?

The first one is holding a chessboard and falling from the clouds, heading towards the ground, he has become a Buddha in the flesh, Vajra is not bad, it is like the earth, if it meets the real earth, what will be the result?

The drunkard was no longer as confident as he had been, he couldn't watch the first seat get hurt, and most importantly, he couldn't watch the academy snatch the chessboard, so he was ready to move.

At that moment, an iron sword burst through the wind and slashed at his face simply.

Jun Mo took out his sword, he knew that the drunkard was very powerful, so he made his right hand.

The iron sword was rolled up by his right sleeve and slashed at the drunkard, although his hand was not there, the sword was still there, and the intention was still there.

That's when the drunkard knew. After fighting in the underground field for a year, Jun Mo had already returned to this level, raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't see how he moved, and his palms appeared in front of him.

His realm is far beyond Jun Mo, but he is very cautious in dealing with it, and he uses the Buddha Sect immeasurable.

The wine is immeasurable, the longevity is immeasurable, and the meaning is immeasurable. Fowei is immeasurable.

The palm of the drunkard's hand was like two mountains closed, clamping Jun Mo's iron sword

Jun Mo's iron sword was like being suppressed by a mountain, unable to move or draw.

In fact, he didn't even think about putting away his sword - he knew that he was still some way from the drunkards. But he didn't care, because today he was not fighting alone.

The autumn wind rose again, and the cotton jacket with dozens of thin white lines appeared under the pear tree, and the senior brother returned to the field from the high sky in an instant.

He didn't hesitate. Raise the stick in your hand and smash it at the drunkard.

He didn't smash the drunkard's face, nor did he smash the drunkard's body, because he has now learned to fight. Sticks are not ordinary, but after all, his style is not tough enough.

As long as the drunkard is not absolutely tough and the realm is unfathomable, he will have enough time. Cast the right enough means to deal with the stick in his hand.

So his stick smashed into the iron sword.

The iron sword in Jun Mo's hand.

The stick fell on the iron sword. Silently.

This is like striking iron, Jun Mo's iron sword is an iron hammer, and while being suppressed by the drunkard, it also presses the hard iron of the drunkard underneath, and then the wooden stick turns into a second hammer and falls.

There was a dead silence on the cliff floor, and then suddenly there was a loud bang.

The autumn wind was blowing, the drunkard's lips were bleeding, his hair was scattered, his face was pale, his hands trembled and his body trembled, and he could no longer hold the iron sword.

He let out a strange roar, turned and walked away.

His voice was old and unpleasant, rubbing like a rusted bronze. His scream was even more unpleasant, like a rusted bronze being smashed flat, and it looked so desolate.

The autumn wind rises again on the cliff, the air flow disperses, and the drunkard disappears without a trace.

Jun Mo's right sleeve rolled lightly, and the iron sword broke through the air and fell back into his left hand.

The senior brother didn't chase the drunkard, and reached out to pick up Jun Mo's empty sleeve.

The two also disappeared on the cliff flat.

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The battle on the cliff is very dangerous, it is difficult to accurately describe it in words, but the time that happened is very short, from the drunkard's desire to rise, to Jun Mo's sword, to the return of the senior brother, and then to the escape of the drunkard, it is just an instant, when the battle on the cliff flat, the first one is still falling in the air.

Countless stratus clouds were broken, and the silver eyebrows of the first seat were blown up by the wind towards the sky, trembling and swinging, like a military flag in a gale, but he still closed his eyes and looked calm.

The Buddha's chessboard was held in his arms.

The light in the underground fields was dim, the meadows were blown down by the wind, Senior Brother and Jun Mo appeared, and there was a terrible whistling sound in the air, as if a heavy object was falling at high speed.

They didn't look at the sky, but at the field in front of them.

The air seemed to tear apart, the temperature of the field suddenly rose, and the heavy object finally fell to the ground and smashed into the meadow, the earth kept shaking, and countless black dirt was lifted.

A huge pit appeared in the field, hundreds of zhang wide and several zhang deep, and the rocks at the bottom of the pit were shattered and covered with it, which looked like a miniature of the sinkhole.

The first sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pit, his robe had long been shattered, his half-naked and thin body was covered with dirt and stone chips, and he looked unusually wolf, but he still didn't open his eyes, and there was not a trace of blood on his body.

The Buddha's chessboard, still in his arms.

Senior Brother and Jun Mo were on the edge of the pit.

Jun Mo swept into the bottom of the pit with an indifferent expression, rolled his sword in his right sleeve, and slashed at the top of the head again.

The first seat lowered his head, not dodging or dodging.

The iron sword fell, followed by the sticks, and the rubble that covered the bottom of the pit was shaken up and suspended in the air.

The face of the first seat became even paler, and the mud and stone chips above his head were shaken away by the iron sword, brighter, and still did not bleed.

The wind rose at the bottom of the pit, and the rubble hanging in the air fell, and the drunkard appeared behind the two.

The senior brother turned around, but as soon as he turned around, he came to him.

The drunkard raised his eyebrows, slapped his palm down, and the bottom of the pit suddenly shadowed, as if something covered the sky.

The elder brother slammed his stick into the sky and stabbed the palm that covered the sky.

The palm did not fall, the stick was not broken, and the senior brother turned pale and retreated.

He stepped back beside the first, and his hand fell on the first's shoulder again.

Jun Mo's iron sword had pierced between the first one and the gravel at the bottom of the pit at some point.

With a long roar, countless blood splattered out from Jun Mo's body. Hit the cliff rock at the bottom of the pit.

The first heavy body like a mountain was forcibly pried up by him again.

It's still just a trace, but it's still enough.

The elder brother and the first one disappeared again, and the next moment, they came to the sky above the eastern peak.

There are countless craggy and strange stones on the east peak, which are made by the ascetic cultivation of countless generations of monks in the Hanging Temple, its hardness is stronger than steel, and its edges and corners are stronger than swords.

The elder brother wanted to know if the first one smashed on these strange stones in the East Peak. Will it bleed?

But the drunkard had already arrived at this time, he ignored Jun Mo's iron sword, fought the danger of injury, opened the ground at no distance, and also came to the sky. Come to the elder brother.

The drunkard firmly believes that as long as he is willing to pay some price, there is no reason to be slower than the other party - how can he not be slower than a person who has practiced for countless thousands of years?

There is no distance, and you can't really fly freely in the sky, but you can go from the ground to somewhere in the sky, or back to the ground. Being able to stay in heaven for a short time.

The senior brother came to the sky with the heavy first seat like a mountain, it was already very hard, and he was falling towards the east peak, he should let go at this time. However, the drunkard is on the side, and there is no point in him letting go.

What can you do if you don't let go?

In the cold wind, the senior brother looked at the drunkard and suddenly smiled.

The smile is not resolute. But it was a resolute invitation.

He took the first one and flew towards the cliff at the edge of the distant sinkhole. Not really flying. He will take the first one into the depths of the cliff, and the depths of that cliff are the beneath the wasteland!

Distanceless is to rely on the turbulent layer in the vitality of heaven and earth to move at high speed, shrinking the distance between the two places to a very short time, and turning the end of the cape into a stone's throw away.

There are also turbulent layers in tangible things, but since ancient times, great practitioners who have been able to cultivate to the realm of no distance have not tried to pass through those passages.

Because it's dangerous, because it means that you may have to face countless cliffs in an instant, and those cliffs are not real cliffs, but the breath of heaven and earth contained in the cliffs.

The elder brother did so, did the drunkard dare to follow?

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Deep in the cliff to the east of the sinkhole, there was a dull rumbling sound.

In the fields below the cliffs, both the peasants who were grazing their cattle and the nobles who were meeting to plan how to suppress the rebellious serfs heard the voice.

Countless people walked out of the tent and looked at the cliff in the distance, their eyes were very confused.

The rumbling sound was getting louder and louder, getting closer and closer to the surface of the cliff.

Suddenly, countless rocks shot out from somewhere on the cliff wall, and landed in the fields and lakes below, splashing the water, flying dirt, and screaming and uneasy.

The smoke and dust gradually quieted, and a deep hole appeared in the cliff wall.

The hole is very deep, reaching for miles into the cliff face.

Jun Mo stood at the bottom of the pit in the wilderness, looking at the hole in the cliff wall in the distance, frowning slightly, a little worried.

The drunkard landed beside him, looked at him and said, "Lee is slowly dying. ”

There was a cough at the bottom of the pit.

Senior Brother appeared beside Jun Mo, looked at the drunkard and said, "I'm a little lucky, I'm not dead." ”

There were a lot of cuts on his padded jacket, and he was bleeding.

The drunkard looked at him with a somewhat confused expression, and said, "How can you not die like this?"

The elder brother said: "The first one is in front, and it can open up mountains and stones." ”

After saying this, he grabbed Jun Mo's empty sleeve and disappeared in place.

The next moment, the drunkard appeared above the cliff. He looked down at the deep entrance of the cave, and his face became ugly, because the entrance of the cave had been blocked by rocks, and the traces were the work of the iron sword.

At the end of the cliff cave more than ten miles deep, there was no light, and it was as dark as eternal night.

Senior Brother and Jun Mo stood in front of the first seat.

The first one still bowed his head and said nothing.

Jun Mo didn't say a word, walked up to him, raised his iron sword, and prepared to cut it down.

The senior brother suddenly said, "Pry again." ”

Jun Mo didn't ask, because he understood, and directly stabbed the iron sword under the first seat.

The first one looked very miserable, covered in stone chips, and there were some small sounds in his body. Continuously collided with the earth, and crashed into the bottom of the wasteland more than ten miles deep, even if King Kong was not broken, it was a little hard.

But he never opened his eyes, nor did he speak, and his expression was always calm.

It was only then that he finally had a reaction.

He still didn't open his eyes, but his lips trembled slightly, as if he was about to speak.

It's strange, this is not the first time Jun Mo has tried to pry him off the ground, he has always ignored him before, why did he suddenly react at this time?

Jun Mo ignored him, and poured all his domineering realm into the iron sword.

The first one moved his lips and said in an old and hoarse voice: "If I smell it......"

He was vigilant because he had guessed what the two of them were going to do—what Senior Brother and Jun Mo were going to do was definitely not to take him into the air and throw him down like before.

At this time, the drunkard could not enter the cave for the time being, and the senior brother and Jun Mo had more time, so they could try another method, and let him leave the ground, which was the premise of this method.

So he had to move.

He moved his lips and spoke the words of the Buddha, using the supreme method of following the Dharma.

However, how could the senior brother not think of what he would do.

When I heard the four words, it just sounded in the dark cave, and then another sentence sounded.

"Zi said ......"

Yizi said, to the Buddha.

The cave was silent.

Jun Mo roared, and blood overflowed from countless sweaty eyes on his body, like a bloody person.

His iron sword finally pried the first seat off the ground again.

The senior brother stretched out his hands and held the shoulders of the first seat, as if to ensure his balance, he did nothing, in fact, in an instant, he had already walked far, far away with the first seat.

Walking, just inside the cliff cave, just between square inches.

The elder brother took the first seat and went back and forth within an inch of distance.

In short, he did not want the first seat to come into contact with the ground.

The elder brother's padded jacket spilled blood again, and it was so dense that it caused great damage to him.

The first is as solid as the earth, and when it is separated from the earth, it will be weak.

His face turned pale.

Jun Mo's iron sword had already fallen, falling on top of his head.

I could only hear a clear sound, like gold and stone intersecting.

On the top of the head, a drop of red blood overflowed.

The Buddha Sect's strongest King Kong is not bad, and it was finally broken by Senior Brother and Jun Mo hand in hand!

However...... It's just a drop of blood.

Senior Brother and Jun Mo, paying such a big price, can only let the first seat shed a drop of blood, if you let others see it, this is really not cost-effective, and you will even feel hopeless.

If you cut it like this, and you want to cut the first one seriously injured, how many swords will you have to cut?

How many years to cut?

But the people in the academy never thought like that.

Jun Mo held the iron sword, and slashed down at the top of the head of the first seat with a sword, as if he would never feel tired.

The senior brother held the shoulders of the first seat, his expression was calm, and he never seemed to feel tired.

What about becoming a Buddha in the flesh?

As long as you start bleeding, that's fine, and that means you'll keep bleeding.

It doesn't matter how many years you have to chop it, as long as you cut it like this, it will always hack you to death.

That's what Jun Mo thought.

Senior brother thinks the same way.

And when the two of them want to do the same thing, there are few times when that thing can't be done.

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(A family of two computers, my wife can enter the author's area, I just can't get in, this is a character problem, this is the second chapter, 4,000 words, and two more chapters.) ）