"Anyone can go, but you can't. Trekking wildly, holding a giant axe in one hand, approaching step by step, his eyes were like lightning, and he said, "Irrelevant people, let me dodge." ”

Jimo turned to the dragonfly and the moon worshipping holy son, bowed his chin and said, "The two of you leave first, and I'll come later." ”

The dragonfly stopped talking, and finally nodded slowly, turned his head to look at the trekka, and said solemnly, "Be careful, no matter what, you must leave here before the fog gathers." ”

Jimo nodded and watched the dragonfly leave.

"I'll wait for Brother Mo to talk about it again. The Moon Worship Son turned and left, and the Yin and Yang robes danced in the wind.

There was no one left, and although many people wanted to watch the rare battle between the two great gods, it was insignificant compared to their own lives.

Although the Great Emperor Bone broke through the prohibition here, when it flew away, the prohibition here was being repaired quickly, and when it was completely repaired, even the true immortals might not be able to get out when they came here.

In the distance, the dust was gentle and elegant, and the purple crane moved with the wind, and he walked away slowly, gentle and amiable.

"Why don't you talk about your grievances after we leave here? I think there's one person you'll be interested in. Jimo was on full alert.

He didn't say anything high-sounding, it didn't make sense, he didn't care about that either.

If the two of them change identities, if they are rabbits or magic flies, or other relatives and friends, and die at the hands of trekkers, Jimo will do the same, and even more crazy.

What should come will always come, since he knew the relationship between the three of Trekmad, Mankuo, and Beitangcuo, he could think of this day, so it was very calm, and he did not hesitate to fight.

What's more, this battle is very meaningful, no matter who wins or loses, even if one person eventually falls, this battle is imperative.

Jimo will not dodge, and trekkers will not give up. There is no right or wrong on the path of enlightenment, let alone the so-called truth, what you believe is the truth, and this is the person who wants to preach.

"There is no need, although this great lake is dangerous, if you fall here and turn into a corpse, you can also protect it from decay for ten thousand years, which is considered a benefit to you. "The trek was slow.

He is not like Yeluqi, who has raised his momentum to the peak, he is gathering momentum step by step, ensuring that he can kill with one blow.

Jimo solemnly said, "If you fall here, I will set up a tomb for you." ”

"There is a certain reason why the second brother can hand over the last battle to you. The trekker was silent for a while, raised his head and stared at Jimo, and said, "Someone wants your corpse, and I have to find the person I want to find, this is a deal." ”

"Why are you telling me this?" said Mo, who didn't expect the Trekkamad to tell him such news.

Someone wants his corpse, who is it? Yan Chen, the Holy Son of the Ye Family, Xue Baiyi, or, the Holy Son of Freedom?

The trekking was silent for a moment, and said, "I don't want you to die in vain. ”

"You're really similar to Manko. Jimo set his eyes on the trekking maniac, holding the heart halberd obliquely, and his momentum was also rising.

Indeed, trekking, brute, Beitangcuo, or, as well as Jimo, are actually the same kind of people, and they have a special charm.

Such a person, even if he can't become a friend, is just an opponent, and he is also a different color on the road of certification.

"You are not allowed to mention him. The trekker suddenly paused, the beast armor on his body was directly lifted by the air wave, he held the giant axe with both hands, and slashed down directly and domineeringly, this move cannot be dodged, only a hard enemy.

For example, people like trekkers, how determined they are, every move can trigger a general trend, and it is very difficult to dodge between lightning and flint, and they can only be hard enemies.

Rumble!

The Jimo Halberd blocked the Question Heart Halberd with only one hand, but at the same time, he flew out upside down and slipped down three feet before he stopped.

Trekking and cultivating is brute art, which is another systematic cultivation method, although they all follow the traditional Dao system, but there is still a difference from the realm cultivation on the traditional system.

This distinction is reflected in the attack.

Open and close, bright and upright, atmospheric and domineering, swallowing mountains and rivers, powerfully pulling out the power of the mountains and covering the world, moving mountains and reclamation, snapping a finger.

Phew!

Jimo's figure disappeared and walked into the void, You Xubu seemed to be tailor-made for him, and he took You Xubu to the extreme, but at this speed, he still couldn't get out of the momentum created by the trekking mania.

The halberd is a domineering weapon, the axe is a fierce weapon, and when the two types of fierce soldiers collide together, they are bound to distinguish the winner and defeat and defeat the opponent.

The trekking maniac raised the axe with both hands, and the force of the chopping was great, but it was not vented at all, this kind of attack reached the realm of transformation.

At the same time, his attack speed is also very fast, airtight, and does not restrict the play of speed because his strength is too domineering.

Similarly, for Jimo, after defeating the mark of the human king, he also uses a halberd, and it is difficult to find a few more people in this world, saying that they can be more incisive than him.

He can master the most suitable opportunity to make a move, and the most domineering attack and killing skills are all in one halberd.

His halberd method returns to the basics, not pursuing gorgeous moves, but one move and one style, all of which are extremely simple, with the greatest lethality, the most accurate direction, or cut out, or stab, or pick out.

Burst!

The big axe from the bottom up, breaking through the cyan armor, cutting the lower abdomen of Jimo, the injury is very terrifying, the golden blood is flying, this axe, just a little, will be disemboweled.

At the same moment, the Questioning Heart Halberd also stabbed into the trekka's chest, even if it was locked in his body with his sternum, it was only half a point away, and it stabbed into the heart.

Jimo's strength is so great, he can hold up the mountains and mountains with one hand, and this halberd is pierced, even if there is a heavenly iron in front of him.

Both of them are very direct and crisp, using the simplest brute force to do the simplest things.

This kind of battle is not gorgeous, there is no way to fly, there is no landslide, there is no river backwater, only the simplest collision, the purest fight, but it is also the most rare battle.

Simple and effective, smooth and without stagnation.

The surrounding prohibition is being repaired by nature, the dense fog is gathering rapidly, the scenery outside the blue lake is becoming hazy, many lofty mountains and mountains are gone, and the distance that can be seen is only a few tens of feet.

Once these fogs really gather, they will return to the realm, and they will not have the ability to break through and go out.

But neither of them noticed the changes, or rather, they did, but neither of them cared.

For them, this is not the limit, they really want to leave, the terrain here can't block them, what they care about is this battle.

Fight for the simplest of reasons!

A majestic war song was playing, from ancient times, coming out of the void, ringing for the two of them.

Phew!

The axe light and halberd shadow, the soldiers exchanged waves, and Jimo's left arm was cut off by the trekking maniac axe, completely rubbing his shoulder and splitting down, and the fracture was smooth as a realm.

Jimo didn't control the flow of blood, but after a long time, no blood flowed out of the broken arm, and the axe was too fast, fast enough to cut off Jimo's left arm without bleeding.

But Jimo didn't panic, he waved the halberd with one hand, still fierce, and directly stabbed the halberd into the thigh of the trekking maniac, and pierced it, with red light and white blades.

Then he put away his halberd, and the whole movement, without any stopping, did not look like a cripple with a broken arm at all.

The trekker faltered, he seemed to be completely lame, his body shook, and he almost fell into the air, but he did not panic, but stood firmly, and the battle has been fought for the first time.

It's hard to say who is strong and who is weak, after all, neither of them used all their means, this is like a tacit understanding, the fight is very tragic and real, some injuries can be fatal, but neither of them gave their all, this is the consensus in the hearts of both parties.

In fact, the strength reaches a certain level, the opponent is a few pounds and a few taels, and the moment they fight, they can feel seven, seven, eight, eight, eight, and eight, as for whether they are going all out, they can also feel it.

Jimo lifted the halberd with one arm, leaving only one arm, making him look a little weird, but it didn't reduce his divine martial aura, "Who is the person you are looking for?" or ......?"

"The person I'm looking for is Xiaoman, after the last battle between you and the second brother, I want to know Xiaoman's whereabouts, and at the same time, if I can find the second sister-in-law, I will spare no effort. ”

Coughing up blood on the trek, he flew to the cliff and sat down on a boulder, his leg was lame, and he walked with a strange look.

"I know Xiaoman's whereabouts, and I know that he is doing well, but I have doubts, it is about Xiaoman's life experience. ”

Jimo also walked to the cliff, inserted the Halberd of Inquiry into a boulder, and sat down beside the trekka.

He took out a pot of wine, the two looked at each other, the trekker still took the jug, held it in his hand, looked at the mountains in the distance, paused for a long time, raised his head and drank half of the jug, and returned the jug to Jimo.

Jimo drank the other half of the pot, raised one arm, and threw the wine pot into the blue lake hard, he didn't bother to care what kind of natural yin this was, and he didn't bother to care about how many fish were buried at the bottom of the lake.

The pot of wine and enmity is not counted, the two have fought until now, and they have almost vented their anger and resentment, and they have almost vented their anger, and they have already cut off one of Jimo's arms, and they have been leveled, and no one owes anyone.

"He is the only bloodline of my eldest brother, when the eldest brother went to Helan Department, he entrusted the newly born Xiaoman to the second brother, and then he and his sister-in-law did not come back. "The trekkaman's will is a little low.

The blood on the two of them was dripping silently, and the boulder under the red body was reddening half of the cliff, but neither of them cared.

"No wonder, I kind of get it. Jimo nodded, this answer did explain the doubts in his heart, "Xiaoman is taken care of by my friend, you don't have to worry, as for Yu, she left alone that night......"

Jimo paused, his voice was much lower, and he was hoarse by the wind, "...... There was no return to the chalet. ”

The trekking nodded, stood up from the top of the mountain, and said, "You go, although I still hate you, but that's the second brother's choice." ”

"Can you tell me who is going to take my life?" Jimo also stood up, raised the halberd from the boulder, and put it away.

The trekker wanted to speak, but suddenly his expression changed slightly, and he let out a low voice, "Who?"

Before the words were settled, he had already fallen into the thick fog, and his limping leg had returned to normal, this kind of injury could be controlled by Jimo and trekkers.

Jimo narrowed a pair of slender purple eyes, looked at the mist, and with his spiritual sense, he actually let this person get close to the side, but he didn't notice it.

......