Chapter 1865

"Hey, I didn't expect that I, a wuzun, could let you, a Wushen, do it in person. It's worth it."

There was a hint of irony in this remark.

Ji Hu's face was cold, but he didn't want to delay any longer

"I'll take you on the road."

The old rascal's face remained the same.

Long before he came to Shangjie, he had made all kinds of mental preparations. This trip was destined to be full of risks. Even if he lost his life in the middle of the journey, it was not uncommon.

It's just that even if he dies, he won't make each other feel better.

"Hey, hey."

The old hooligan gave a strange smile. The next moment, he would liberate himself completely. He would not want this body. If he was willing to be cruel and had no brains, it would be possible for him to break through the martial god at one time.

But once he breaks through in this way, he will die in an instant, but before he dies, he should be able to attack once.

One time is enough. No matter how small a wound is left for Ji Hu, it can become a shame that can't be washed away for a lifetime.

Just as he thought so, the momentum began to rise.

Ji Hu didn't even think about it, but he dropped his palm towards the old rascal, and the amazing spiritual power gathered. When Qingming and Guigu saw this scene, they all stood up and wanted to block the palm for Mo Nan.

Changes have risen sharply.

"Stop it

An anger came from the horizon.

Just feeling the coming breath, Ji Hu didn't dare to waste any more time and waved his hands one after another.

Ghost Valley and Qingming were photographed flying one after another. It turns out that the martial saint is really not worth mentioning in front of the martial god. He just got a slap. After they flew backwards and landed, there was no movement.

Ji Hu moves again, but he even draws out his sword. He is so cruel that he will keep Mo Nan here forever.

Seeing this, the owner of the distant voice once again roared:

"I want you to stop!"

But in fact, he is still far away from here. It is impossible for him to come immediately.

Ji Hu is to see this point, a sneer, not care about the knife, even if not too serious, Ji's knife or in his hands have a qualitative change.

The shadow of the sword all over the sky completely envelops the old rascal in an instant, which is totally different from the feeling when Ji Jiang or Ji Changming uses it.

Mo Nan couldn't even find out the flaw in the sabre technique. He felt that no matter how he resisted it, he couldn't escape the sabre.

Since we can't escape, we'll fight for it.

The old rascal gritted his teeth. At the same time, his realm finally broke through the martial saint. Almost at the same time, a loud noise came from his body. Visible to the naked eye, with the loud noise, the Lingli sea on his shoulder burst, and his whole left arm flew out.

In his state, he was unable to break through the martial saint, which has been reminded to him one after another. Now it seems that Tu Qin and Lin Ru did not deceive him.

Mo Nan was unmoved, his eyes became more and more firm, ignoring the sabre spirit that enveloped him, gathering his whole body's spiritual power, and waving a knife toward the sky.

"Chant

The sound of the dragon's howling echoed continuously, just like a ferocious black dragon appeared out of thin air. It rose from the edge of Monan's blade and ran straight into Jihu in the air. In the eyes of the black dragon, he and his master had the momentum of never returning.

After wielding a knife, Monan was paralyzed. With this knife, he exhausted all his spiritual power, because only in this way can he fall back to wuzun. Otherwise, he would be killed by himself.

He didn't care about the growing wounds on his body. He looked forward to looking up.

However, no matter how powerful his knife was, Ji Hu didn't think it was anything. The latter just raised his palm to block the front of the black dragon. The nearly 100 meter long black dragon broke into pieces after hitting it.

The realm of martial god is as strong as this.

It's just that.

Maybe it was an accident that the broken black dragon didn't immediately hear from him. Instead, it turned into Dao Qi again and splashed around. A Dao Qi inadvertently ran across Ji Hu's cheek, and then his face spilled some red.

All the people on the scene immediately opened their eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Ji Hu's face is more and more ugly. He's a martial god. He's hurt by a martial Lord. Once it's spread out, it's bound to become a laughing stock that he can't wash away.

"Boy, you want to die!"

Finally found that we should pay attention to this son, Ji Hu's eyes flashed some sinister, suspected that the old hooligan who could not see the human form died fast enough, so he had to make up for it.

At the same time, the director of the figure in the distance finally came.

As soon as the man in a white robe appears, he immediately waves his hand to disperse the knife Qi around Mo Nan. After confirming that Mo Nan will not continue to be injured, he looks at Ji Hu in a gloomy way.

His momentum is rising, and soon, he is no less than Ji Hu.

"Another warrior?"

Xu Shiji Hu's appearance has numbed Nan Xuan and others, so that when another martial god comes out, they are not so surprised, but just sigh subconsciously.

But they were also surprised that Mo Nan, or Yun Nan, who had been in the lower world for many years, was willing to protect his life. Thinking about this, people soon had a guess about the identity of the visitor. Ji Hu opened his mouth almost at the same time, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "yunmou?" The middle-aged man in white nodded slightly: "it's just me." Between the answers, he turned to look at Mo Nan on the ground and asked, "young master, are you still alive?"“ Spit With a mouthful of blood, Mo Nan spread out on the ground. He had no strength to stand up, but he could barely hear the conversation in the sky. At the moment, he knew that it was yunmou who was coming. He didn't care about the idea that he didn't want to involve yunmou before, and he grinned subconsciously. His cheek and chest were all torn by the wound. While he was sucking cold air, he said: "for a while, I can't die."“ Do me a favor. Don't let the grandson leave easily! " grandson? There are so many warriors who are not qualified to participate and can only watch the battle. They are a little strange. Since ancient times, if you dare to scold a martial god as a grandson, this one should be the first one. After all, even the two hostile sides, even if they kill each other, will not easily scold the enemy martial god. This is due respect for the strong. It's so unforgiving that yunmou didn't care. On the contrary, he gave a smile. Then he looked at Jihu, and his face gradually sank: "do you hear me? Since the young master doesn't want you to leave easily, today Yun will have to learn from your Ji family. " His face was as quiet as possible, but yunmou's heart was already filled with anger. Who in the upper world doesn't know that he is a loyal fan of the cloud family. Ji dares to attack the descendants of the cloud family in his territory. What's the difference between this kind of behavior and beating him in the face directly? Therefore, even if it is not for Mo Nan's sake, but for his direct name rectification, today, Ji Hu must not be allowed to leave easily.