On the Yaping, the wine apprentice looked up at the sky, his expression was dignified. He was got rid of the wasteland before, which has shocked him. At this time, looking at this scene, he was even more shocking.
At the beginning of the war in Chang'an, the level of the war of Chang'an had even exceeded his imagination.
"Li slowly, do you really want to be the fastest person?"
The jug trembles in the autumn wind, and the mellow fragrance is overflowing.
He didn't take the shot just now. It was because he believed that with the first Buddhist magical power of the Buddhist Buddhist gate, Li slowly and Junmo had no way, but the fact overthrew his guess.
Yaping, Li slowly took the first and chessboard to the sky.
Many people fell from the cliffs, and few people fell from the sky. In the Chang'an City a few years ago, three people once hit the ground from the ground to the sky, and then fell from the sky.
The Magic Sect is also seriously injured. What about the first seat?
The first seat was falling from the clouds to the ground and went to the ground. He became a Buddha, and King Kong was not bad. It was like the earth. If you meet the real earth, what will it be the result?
The alcoholics no longer are as confident as before. He can't look at the first injury. The most important thing is that he can't watch the academy to snatch the chessboard, so he is ready to move.
At this moment, a iron sword broke the wind, and simply cut it into his face door.
Jun Mo came out of the sword, he knew that the wine was very powerful, so he shot his right hand.
The iron sword was rolled up by the right sleeve and chopped to the wine disciples. Although his hand was not there, the sword was still there, and it was still there.
Only then did the wine apprentice know that for a year in the ground field, Jun Mo had already returned to this level, raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not see how he moved, and his palms appeared in front of him.
His realm is far beyond Jun Mo, but the response is very cautious.
The wine is infinite, the longevity is infinite, the intention is infinite, and the Buddha is infinite.
There are two mountains in the palm of the wine, and the iron sword of Jun Mo was pinched by the two mountains.
Jun Mo's iron sword is suppressed by the mountain, unable to move, and cannot be pulled out.
In fact, he never thought of accepting a sword -he knew that his realm was still a distance than the wine disciples, but he didn't care, because today he is not fighting alone.
The autumn wind of Yaping is reappearing. With dozens of thin white lines, the cotton jacket appears under the pear trees. In the instant, the brother returned from the high sky and returned to the scene.
He did not hesitate, raised the wooden stick in his hand, smashed into the wine disciples.
He did not smash the face of the wine, nor did he smash the body of the wine, because although he learned to fight now, the wooden stick is not a thing, but in the end, his style is not tough enough.
As long as it is not absolutely tough, the unpredictable wine is unpredictable, and there will be enough time to apply sufficiently correct means to cope with the wooden stick in his hand.
So his wooden stick smashed into the iron sword.
The iron sword in Junmo's hand.
The wooden stick fell on the iron sword, quietly silent.
This is like hitting iron. Jun Mo's iron sword is suppressed by the alcohol, while also pressing the hard iron block of the wine, and then the wooden stick becomes the second hammer.
There was a dead silence on Yaping, and suddenly a loud noise burst.
The autumn wind was chaotic, the lips were hemorrhage, the hair was exuding, his face was pale, his hands were trembling, his body trembled, and he could no longer calm down the iron sword.
He shouted, turned around and walked away.
His voice was very old and difficult to hear. Like the rusty bronze wares, it was rubbing. His sound was even more unpleasant. It was like the rusty bronze wares were smashed flat, which seemed so desolate.
The autumn wind on the Yaiping is back, the airflow is scattered, and the wine disappears disappears.
Junmo's right sleeve rolls, the iron sword breaks back, and fell in his left hand.
The elder brother did not go to chase the wine, and reached out to hold Jun Mo's empty sleeve.
The two also disappeared on Yaping.
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The battle on Yaping is very dangerous, and it is difficult to draw accurately in language, but the time that happened was very short. From the drunkard, to the Junmo's sword, to the return of the master, and then to the wine, it was only an instant.
When the battle on Yaping, the first seat was still falling in the air.
Countless layers of clouds were broken, and the first silver eyebrows were blown by the wind to the sky, and kept trembling, like a military flag in the strong wind, but he still closed his eyes and his expression calm.
The Buddha's chessboard was held in his arms.
The light in the ground field is slightly darker, the meadow was blown by the wind, the masters and Junmo appeared, and the screaming sound came from the air, as if a heavy object was falling at a high speed.
They did not look at the sky, but looked at the field in front of them.
The air seemed to tear, the temperature between the field rose suddenly, the heavy object finally fell to the ground, smashed into the meadow, the ground kept shaking, and countless black soil was lifted.
A huge pit appeared on the wilderness, a hundred feet wide, and several feet deep, and the rocks at the bottom of the pit were shattered and covered with it.
The first section was sitting on the bottom of the pit, and the puppet had been broken like a strand. The semi -naked thin body was covered with soil and stone dandruff. It looked extremely embarrassed, but he still didn't open his eyes, and there was no blood on his body.
The Buddha's chessboard is still in his arms.
Brother and Jun Mo are on the pit.
Jun Mo's expression was indifferent to the bottom of the pit, the right sleeve rolled sword, and cut it to the top of the first seat again.
The first seat low, don't flash or avoid.
The iron sword fell, followed by the wooden stick, and the gravel covered with the bottom of the pit was shocked and suspended in the air.
The first face of the first seat became pale, and the debris on the head was shocked by the iron sword, which was brighter, and there was no bleeding.
The wind at the bottom of the pit, the gravel hanging in the air fell, the wine man appeared behind the two.
Brother turned around, just turned around, and came to him.
The wine raised an eyebrow, a palm of the palm, and the bottom of the pit suddenly shaded, as if there was something to cover the sky.
The elder brother was in the sky, and he stabbed the palm covering the sky.
The palm did not fall, the stick was not broken, the elder brother's face was pale, and he retreated.
He retreated to the first seat, and his hand fell on the shoulder of the first seat again.
Jun Mo's iron sword, I do not know when it has pierced the first seat between the first seat and the rock at the bottom of the pit.
With a long howling, countless blood splashed out of Jun Mo's body, hitting the cliff rock at the bottom of the pit.
The first heavy body like a mountain was forcibly pry up again.
There is still only a trace, but it is still enough.
The master and the first seat disappeared again. The next moment, they came to the sky above Dongfeng.
There are countless strange stones on Dongfeng, but countless monks in suspended temples are crushed hard. Its hardness is more than steel, and its edges and corners exceed the sword.
Brother wants to know, if the first seat is hit on Dongfeng's strange stones, will bleed bleeding?
But at this time, the drinker had arrived. He ignored the iron sword of Junmo, fighting the risk of injuries, and left the ground without distance. He also came to the sky and came to the master's body.
The wine apprentice firmly believes that as long as he is willing to pay some costs, there is no reason to make it slower than the other party -he has practiced countless thousand years, how could he not be more than a person who had only practiced for decades?
Without a distance, you can't really fly in the sky, but you can come from the ground to somewhere in the sky, or return to the ground. It can stay in the sky for a short time.
The elder brother came to the sky with the first seat of the mountain, and it was very hard. He was falling towards Dongfeng. He should let go at this time.
What can I do if I do n’t let go?
In the cold wind, the elder brother looked at the wine apprentice, and suddenly smiled.
This smile is not determined, but it is a decisive invitation.
He took the first seat and flew towards the cliff wall on the edge of the distant Tiankeng. It was not a real fly. He had to bring the first seat into the depths of the cliff. The depth of the cliff was the ground of the wasteland!
It is no distance, relying on the turbulence layer in the heaven and earth to move at a high speed, shrink the distance between the two places to the extremely short, and turn the sea horns to the end of it.
There are also turbulence layers in the essential and tangible things, but since ancient times, the great practitioners who can practice until the distanceless situation will not try to walk through those channels.
Because it is very dangerous, because that means that you may have to face countless cliffs in an instant. Those cliffs are not real cliffs, but the breath of heaven and earth contained in the cliffs.
The old brother did this. Do you dare to follow up?
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Deep in the cliff east of Tiankeng, there was a dull bombardment.
On the wilderness below the cliff, whether it is those who are grazing farmers, or those nobles who are planning to plan to suppress the rebels of serfs, they have heard this voice.
Countless people walked out of the tent and looked at the cliffs in the distance, and their eyes were very stunned.
The sound of bombardment is getting louder and closer to the surface of the cliff.
Suddenly, there were countless stones shot somewhere in the cliff, falling in the field and lake below.
The smoke is quiet, and a deep hole appears on the cliff.
This hole is very deep, and go straight into the cliff wall.
Junmo stood at the bottom of the pits in the field, looking at the hole in the cliff in the distance, frowned slightly, a little worried.
The wine was beside him, watching him and said, "Li is slowly dead."
There was a cough sound at the bottom of the pit.
The elder brother appeared beside Jun Mo, watching the wine man and said, "A little lucky, I'm not dead."
There are a lot of Daokou on his cotton jacket, which is overflowing hemorrhage.
The wine was looking at him, and his expression was a little stunned, and said, "Why can't you die like this?"
The elder brother said: "The first seat is in front, can open the mountains."
After saying this, he took Jun Mo's empty sleeve and disappeared in place.
The next moment, the wine disciples appeared above the cliff wall. He looked down at the deep cave entrance, and his face became ugly, because the hole was blocked by a stone, and the trace was exactly what the iron sword was done.
The deep cliff holes in more than ten miles are all full of light, and there is no trace of light.
Brother and Junmo stood in front of the first.
The first seat was still lowered, and I didn't say anything.
Jun Mo didn't say words, walked to him, raised the iron sword, ready to cut off.
The elder brother suddenly said: "Pry again."
Jun Mo didn't ask, because he understood, he pierced the iron sword directly into the first seat.
The first seat was very miserable, with stone dandruff, and a tiny sound in the body. Continuously collided with the earth, and hit more than ten miles of deeper ground ground. Even if King Kong was not bad, it was a bit hard.
But he never opened his eyes and didn't speak, and his expression was always quiet.
Until this, he finally reacted.
He still didn't open his eyes, but his lips trembled slightly, as if ready to speak.
It is strange that this is not the first time Jun Mo tried to pry him from the ground. He never heard of it before, why did he suddenly respond at this time?
Jun Mo ignored him and poured a domineering realm into the iron sword.
The first lip moved, and said with the old and hoarse voice: "If I smell ..."
He was alert because he guessed what the two of the academy were going to do -what the master and Junmo had to do were definitely not the same as before, bringing him to the air before throwing it down.
At this time, the wine disciples could not enter the cliff cave for the time being. With more time, the elder brother and Junmo can try another method to let him leave the ground, which is the prerequisite for this method.
So he must move.
He moved his lips, saying the Buddha's words, and using the highest method of saying the law.
However, how can a master think of what he will do?
When I heard the four characters, when I just sounded in the dark cliff hole, there was another sentence that sounded.
"Zi Yue ..."
Yizi said, to the Buddha's words.
The cliff hole is silent.
Jun Mo Xiaoxiao, countless sweaty eyes overflowed blood, muddy like blood.
His iron sword finally led the first seat away from the ground again.
The elder brother stretched out his hands and supported his first shoulders. He seemed to ensure his balance and did nothing. In fact, in an instant, he had left the first seat far away.
Walking, in the cliff hole, just between the square inch.
The elder brother took the first seat and traveled back and forth in one inch.
In short, he should not contact the ground first.
The uncle's cotton jacket overflows the hemorrhage again, and so densely entering the distance, it also caused great damage to him.
The first seat is like the earth, separating from the ground, it will be weak.
His face was slightly white.
Jun Mo's iron sword has fallen and falls above his head.
Just listen to clearing, like golden stone intersect.
On the top of the first seat, an overflowing drop of red blood.
The Vajra who was strong in the Buddha was not bad, and was finally broken by the elder brother and Junmo!
However, ... this is just a drop of blood.
Brother and Junmo, pay such a big price, can only let the first place flow out of blood. If you let others look at it, this is really not cost -effective, and even feel desperate.
If you cut it down like this and want to cut it to the first serious injury, how many swords do you have to cut?
How many years do you want to cut?
But people in the academy never think so.
Jun Mo held the iron sword, and a sword and a sword cut down the head of the first seat, seemed to never feel tired.
The elder brother held his first shoulders, his expression was calm, and he seemed to never feel tired.
What about the body becomes a Buddha?
As long as you start to bleed, then it means that you will continue to bleed.
No matter how many years you want to cut, as long as you cut it down, you can always cut you to death.
That's what Jun Mo thinks.
Brother thinks so too.
And when the two of them want to do the same thing, there are very few things that cannot be done.
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