The body strength has not reached the twenty-level Chehou, so even if Jimo Qiu uses the forbidden technique, he cannot detonate all the lazy martial arts. He can only try his best to strengthen his strength and narrow the gap between the two sides. Even so, Jimo Qiu still cannot see the entire details of Weicheng.

but--

Jimo Qiu secretly calculated the amount of blood loss in his heart.

A complete map of the battlefield appeared in my mind, and the layout of the three armies.

On the map, there is an area emitting red light in the middle, with hundreds of red dots in the area. If you observe carefully, you will find that these red dots are the areas where Jimo Qiu dodged Weicheng's attack and stayed for a short time. Each place has his blood!

Shen Tang calmly watched Jimo Qiu fight back.

The landing point of the counterattack is also very exquisite.

She murmured: "...My blood is divine power."

This sentence was said by Jimo Qiu in person, and it was this sentence that made Chen Tang completely relieved. No matter how the situation between the two changed or how disadvantage Jimo Qiu was at, she could calmly respond.

because--

There is more than one Jimo Qiu who can use divine power.

Chen Tang stroked the Wenxin charm on his waist - the Wu Danhu Tiger Talisman has been forced to be lifted - his fingertips accumulate literary energy, and his mind has passed through the combat plan and the content of the sudden learning of the words. When she opened her eyes again, she winked at Chu Yao, who nodded and bowed.

"only."

The tip of the gun magnified rapidly in front of Wei Cheng's eyes, and the red tassel of the gun rod also turned into flowing red and white flames. The breath was so strong that even Wei Cheng had long lost his flesh and blood, he could feel the burning heat coming to his face, and his soul seemed to be burned, and itchy!

At this moment, Wei Cheng fired the strongest attack.

"Just you-"

All the hatreds of more than a hundred years gathered in this bone hammer.

Wei Cheng's surge of momentum pressed down Jimo Qiu in just a moment. The two clusters of flames in his eyes seemed to be poured with tiny oil, and it swelled wildly, leaving only pale white where it burned. The martial armor turned from black to pale, and the remaining black lines formed the weird evil ghost skull.

On the battlefield, there was murderous intent and gust of wind.

Many people closed their eyes in despair.

The gap in strength is too big.

Chen Tang was so nervous that he forgot to breathe, and the Yan Ling held on the tip of his tongue could be activated at any time. At this critical moment, Jimo Qiu opened his injured right eye. Part of the whites of his eyes were stained with blood, his eyelids were red and swollen, and his vision was difficult to focus, but he was firm and unchanged.

Before Jimoqiu was torn apart by the strong wind, Wei Cheng saw his mouth twitching twice and silently said - You, you lost, you're gone!

A trace of uneasiness floated in Wei Cheng's heart.

Before I could think about the problem, my chest suddenly hurt.

A white light that was far more dazzling than the scattered sun burst out from the chest, spreading across the battlefield in an instant, and a familiar figure flew out from it.

Wei Cheng: "…Jimo Cong."

A name he had forgotten for decades jumped into his heart.

_(:3"∠)_

Luyuan graduated today. He caught a plane at around 9 o'clock in the evening and landed in the early morning.
Chapter completed!