Nightfall Chapter 129: Hand in hand

On the cliff, the alcoholic looked up at the sky with a solemn expression. He was shocked by being rid of the wasteland before. Looking at this scene at this time, his mood was even more shocking. The realm displayed by someone has far exceeded the level of Chang'an during the First World War, or even exceeded. His imagination.

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

The hip flask quivered in the autumn breeze, and the mellow fragrance gradually overflowed. The figure of the drinker suddenly faded, and he wanted to shatter the space, go to the nine clouds, and help the first one.

He didn’t make a move just now. It was because he believed that with the Buddha's supernatural powers of the first King Kong, Li Slowly and Jun Mo had no way at all, but the facts overthrew his guess. Jun Mo used the iron sword to put the first block on the chessboard Prying away from the cliff, Li slowly came to the sky with the first seat and chessboard.

Many people fell from the cliffs, but few people fell from the sky. In Chang'an a few years ago, three people hit the sky from the ground and then fell from the sky. The final result was that I Lian is the strongest of the Demon Sect, and was seriously injured, so what about the first seat?

The first seat is falling from the clouds holding the chessboard and heading to the ground. He becomes a Buddha in flesh. The Vajra is not bad, but like the earth. If he meets the real earth, what will be the result?

The alcoholic is no longer as confident as before. He can't watch the first seat get hurt. Most importantly, he can't watch the college take away the chessboard, so he is ready to move.

At this moment, an iron sword broke through the wind and simply slashed towards his face.

Jun Mo took the sword. He knew that the alcoholic was very powerful, so he shot with his right hand.

The iron sword was rolled up by the right sleeve and slashed towards the alcoholic. Although his hand was not there, the sword was still there, and his intention was still there.

The drunkard knew that after fighting in the underground wilderness for a year, Jun Mo had already recovered to this level, raising his eyebrows slightly, and before seeing how he moved, his palms appeared in front of him.

His realm is far superior to Jun Mo, but he is very cautious in dealing with him, using Buddhism Boundless.

Liquor is boundless, life is boundless, mind is boundless, Buddha's prestige is boundless.

The palms of the alcoholic are as if the two mountains are closed, clamping Jun Mo’s iron sword

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

In fact, he didn't even think about collecting the sword at all—he knew that he was still some distance away from the alcoholics, but he didn't care because he was not fighting alone today.

Autumn breeze in Yaping resumed, and the cotton-padded jacket appeared under the pear tree with dozens of thin white lines. In a flash, the big brother returned from the high sky to the field.

Without hesitation, he raised the stick in his hand and smashed it at the alcoholic.

He didn't hit the face of the alcoholic, nor the body of the alcoholic, because although he has learned to fight now, the wooden stick is not a mortal thing, but after all, his style is not strong enough.

As long as the alcoholic is not absolutely tough and unpredictable, he can have enough time to use enough correct methods to deal with the wooden stick in his hand.

So his wooden stick slammed into the iron sword.

The iron sword in Jun Mo's hand.

The wooden stick fell on the iron sword, quietly.

It's like hitting iron. Jun Mo's iron sword is a hammer. While being suppressed by the alcoholic, it also presses the hard iron block of the alcoholic underneath, and the wooden stick becomes the second hammer and falls down. .

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

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

With a weird scream, he turned and left.

His voice is old and ugly, rubbing like a rusty bronze. His scream was even more ugly, like a rusty bronze smashed flat, it looked so desolate.

Autumn breeze re-emerged on the cliff, the air current violently dispersed, and the alcoholic disappeared without a trace.

Jun Mo lightly rolled his right sleeve, and the iron sword broke through the air and then returned, falling into his left hand.

The big brother didn't chase the alcoholic, and reached out to hold Jun Mo's empty sleeve.

The two also disappeared on the cliff.

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The battle on the cliff is very dangerous. It is difficult to accurately describe it in words, but it happened in a very short time. But in an instant, when fighting on the cliff, the first seat still fell in the air.

Countless layers of clouds were broken, and the silver eyebrows of the first seat were blown by the wind and fluttered towards the sky, trembling and shaking, like a banner in a gale, but he still closed his eyes and looked calm.

The Buddha's chessboard was held in his arms.

The light is dim in the underground fields, and the meadows are blown down by the wind. Big brother and Jun Mo appear, and there is a screaming whistling sound in the air, as if a heavy object is falling at high speed.

They did not look at the sky, but at the wilderness in front of them.

The air seemed to be torn apart, and the temperature in the field rose suddenly. The heavy object finally fell to the ground and smashed into the meadow. The ground kept shaking, and countless black soils were lifted up.

A huge pit appeared in the wilderness, several hundred meters wide and several feet deep. The rocks at the bottom of the pit were shattered and covered in it, which looked like a microcosm of a tiankeng.

The first man sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pit. His robes were already shattered. His half-naked thin body was covered with dirt and stone chips. He looked very embarrassed, but he still didn't open his eyes, and there was no trace of blood on his body.

The Buddha's chessboard is still in his arms.

Big Brother and Jun Mo are just beside the pit.

Jun Mo skimmed into the bottom of the pit indifferently, rolled his sword on his right sleeve, and slashed to the top of the head again.

The first seat bowed his head, not dodge or avoid.

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

The face of the first seat became paler, and the debris on the top of his head was shaken by the iron sword, making it brighter and still not bleeding.

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

The big brother turned around, just turned around, and came to him.

The drunkard raised his eyebrows and slapped them with a palm. A shadow suddenly appeared at the bottom of the pit, as if something was covering the sky.

The big brother made a stick toward the sky and stabbed the palm of his hand covering the sky.

The palm has not fallen, the stick hasn't been broken, the big brother's face is pale, and he retreats quickly.

He retreated to the seat of the head, his hands resting on the shoulders of the seat again.

Jun Mo's iron sword, I don't know when it has pierced between the first seat and the gravel at the bottom of the pit.

With a long roar, countless blood spattered from Jun Mo's body and hit the cliff rock at the bottom of the pit.

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

There is still only a trace, but still enough.

The big brother and the first seat disappeared again, the next moment, they came to the sky above the east peak.

There are countless rugged rocks on the East Peak, which are formed by the painstaking practice of countless generations of monks in the Hanging Temple. Their hardness is stronger than steel, and their edges and corners are better than swords.

Big brother wants to know if the first one hits these strange rocks of Dongfeng, will he bleed.

But the drunkard had already arrived at this time. He ignored Jun Mo's iron sword, fighting the danger of being injured, opened the ground with no distance, and also came to the sky and came to the front of the big brother.

The alcoholic firmly believes that as long as he is willing to pay some price, there is no reason to be slower than the other party. He has practiced for countless years, how can he be less than a person who has only practiced for decades?

There is no distance, nor can you fly freely in the sky, but you can go to somewhere in the sky from the ground, or return to the ground, and you can stay in the sky for a short time.

The big brother came to the sky with the heavy first seat, already very hard, and is falling towards the east peak, he should let go at this time, but the alcoholic is on his side, it makes no sense for him to let go.

What can I do without letting go?

In the cold wind, the big brother looked at the alcoholic and suddenly smiled.

The smile is not determined, but it is a determined invitation.

He took the first seat and flew towards the cliff on the edge of the distant sinkhole. It's not really flying. He wants to take the first seat into the depths of the cliff. The depths of the cliff are the bottom of the wasteland!

Without distance, it relies on the turbulent layer in the heaven and earth's vitality to move at high speed, shortening the distance between the two places to an extremely short distance, and turning Haijiao Tianya into a short distance away.

There is also a turbulent layer in substantially tangible things, but since ancient times, great practitioners who can practice to the boundless state will not try to walk through those channels.

Because it is very dangerous, because it means that you may have to face countless cliffs in an instant. Those cliffs are not real cliffs, but the atmosphere of heaven and earth in the cliffs.

The big brother did just that. Will the alcoholic dare to follow?

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In the depths of the cliff east of the Tiankeng, there was a dull rumbling sound suddenly.

In the wilderness below the cliff, whether it is the farmers who are grazing, or the nobles who are meeting to plan how to suppress the rebellious serfs, they heard this voice.

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

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

Suddenly, countless rocks shot out from somewhere on the cliff, falling into the fields and lakes below, splashing water, mud flying around, cattle and sheep screamed uneasy.

The smoke became quieter, and a deep hole appeared on the cliff.

The hole is deep, a few miles into the cliff.

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

The drunkard fell beside him, looked at him and said, "Li is slowly dying."

A cough sounded from the bottom of the pit.

The big brother appeared beside Jun Mo, looked at the alcoholic and said: "Some lucky, I am not dead."

His padded jacket has a lot of gaps and he is bleeding.

The alcoholic looked at him with a dazed expression, and said, "How can I not die like this?"

The big brother said: "The first seat is in front, you can open mountains and rocks."

After saying this, he took Jun Mo's empty sleeves and disappeared in place.

The next moment, the alcoholic appeared above the cliff. He looked down at the deep cave entrance, his face turned ugly, because the cave entrance had been blocked by **** rocks, and the trace was exactly what the iron sword did.

At the end of the cave, more than ten miles deep, without a trace of light, the darkness is like eternal night.

Big brother and Jun Mo stood in front of the first seat.

The first seat still bowed his head and said nothing.

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

The big brother suddenly said: "Pry again."

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

The first seat looked very miserable, covered in stone debris, and there was a slight noise in his body. Continuously hitting the ground, and then crashing into the bottom of the wasteland more than ten miles deep, even if the King Kong is not bad, it still bears a little hard.

But he never opened his eyes, did not speak, and his expression remained quiet.

Until now, 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 very strange. This is not the first time Jun Mo tried to pry him off the ground. He hadn't heard anything 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 seat moved his lips and said in an old and hoarse voice: "If I smell..."

He was wary because he guessed what the two of the Academy were going to do-what the senior brother and Jun Mo were going to do was definitely not like before, taking him into the air and then dropping it.

At this time, the drunkard cannot enter the cliff cave temporarily. Big brother and Jun Mo have more time, so they can try another method to get him off the ground, which is the premise of this method.

So he must move.

He moved his lips, he spoke Buddhist words, and he used the supreme method of utterance.

But how could the big brother not think of what he would do.

When I heard the four characters like this, when it sounded in the dark cliff hole, there was another sentence that followed.

"Zi said..."

Yi Zi said to Buddha.

The cliff cave is silent.

Jun Mo let out a sharp scream, blood overflowing from countless sweaty eyes on his body, like a **** man.

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

The big brother stretched out his hands and supported the shoulders of the first seater, as if he wanted to ensure his balance, and did nothing. In fact, in an instant, he had already walked a long way with the first seater.

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

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

In short, he shouldn't make contact with the ground first.

The big brother's cotton-padded jacket was bleeding again, and it was so densely entered without distance, which also caused great damage to him.

The first block is as real as the earth, separated from the ground, it will be weak.

His face is pale.

Jun Mo's iron sword has fallen, falling on his head.

Only a clear sound was heard, like the intersection of gold and stone.

A drop of red blood spilled over the head of the first seat.

Buddha Zong's strongest King Kong is not bad, finally being broken by the master brother and Jun Mo!

However... it was just a drop of blood.

Big brother and Jun Mo, paying such a high price, can only let the first one shed a drop of blood. If others are watching, this is really not worthwhile, and even feels hopeless.

If you just cut down like this and want to cut the first serious injury, how many swords do you have to cut?

How many years will it take?

But people in the college never thought that way.

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

The big brother supported the shoulders of the first seater with a calm expression, as if he would never feel tired.

What about becoming a Buddha in the flesh?

As long as you start to bleed, do it. That means you will continue to bleed.

No matter how many years you have to cut, as long as you cut it like this, it will always kill you.

That's what Jun Mo thinks.

Big brother thinks so too.

And when the two of them want to do the same thing, that thing rarely fails.

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