Long Live Summons!

Ji took a deep breath and pointed directly at Yueyang, seemingly trying to say something.

But his lips were slightly twitchy and he didn't say anything.

Yueyang was stunned.

Why are you whispering?

Just to be sarcastic, who didn't expect that Ji Sunday's action was just tactical deception, the real him, has been transmitted to Yueyang, fingers like guns, stabbing Yueyang's face door. The crossing man did not expect Ji Sunday to do it personally, and so fast, he hurriedly leaned back and avoided this finger.

Ji Sunday's gesture remained unchanged, but his right foot kicked high and headed straight for Yueyang's lower body.

If he is hit by this poisonous kick, Yueyang classmates may be able to cultivate the Sunflower Book... but this kind of thing is impossible, Yueyang would rather let Ji Sunny hit his face than let him kick his own lower body. In order to live happily ever after, Yueyang classmates' hands turn to the next level, while hurrying to turn back, spinning like a windmill, risk avoiding Ji Sunny's broken grandchildren's feet!

Heavy fists, such as the hammer of Thor God.

As Yueyang turned around and avoided breaking his grandson's legs, it seemed as if he had long expected Yueyang to react in such a way.

Take a big step forward, hold your fists like a hammer, and wave in the high ground, waiting for Yueyang to turn his body. When Yueyang was weakest, his fist fell heavily on Yueyang's chest.

Yueyang couldn't help herself, ‘bang’ smashed into the ground.

The hard ground shook him into a rock and plunged him deep into a giant pit.

Without waiting for the smoke and dust to dissipate, Yueyang has stood up... faster than him, a shadow flashed in front of him. The only thing Yueyang can see clearly now is the shadow's leg. Yueyang bounced halfway into the sky, hurrying away from Shadow's long-legged kick. A space above Yueyang's head was forcibly torn apart by the forces of terror, a shadow jumped out, and heavily elbowed the back of Yueyang's brain... It was Ji Sunny who had never exposed his true strength before that storm struck.

When Yueyang struck the earth for the second time, Ji Sunny stood on the left and right sides of the dead wood and flowing light, and each of them gathered together with divine force a group of miraculous bullets like a sphere, and bombarded it like a rain point.

Prudent and cautious.

Even if he attacked Yueyang himself, and the enemy had nothing to do with it, he still let the scare guard behind him.

Let's not say that Yueyang has no chance of returning fire now, and if he does, he can't reverse the situation. Ji Sunday never leaves himself with a slight weakness and blossom. Whatever he does, he always strives for perfection, perfect without flaws! Yueyang was penetrated into the earth, the gods were trapped in the love network, and the whole situation was regained under Ji's control.

The earth blew up a dead tree and a flowing magic bomb, and blew it to pieces.

Shock waves swept the earth.

But when the soot scattered, apart from the pit depths of the earth, how could you not find Yueyang, who should have seriously damaged the ground...

“Careful, this kid's not easy.” The resentment of standing aside and watching the war made a solemn warning, for even he did not see how this sly enemy escaped! On the surface, it does not appear to be broken, it is indeed defeated, and it has all undergone the baptism of the magic bullet, in which case, even if it is not dead, it should also be injured. How can the solution disappear without a trace? When did this cunning boy escape? What special powers did he use to hide a pair of eyes that locked his whereabouts long ago?

“Is it stealth? A sculpture trick!” Ji reached out and turned the page on the sacrament, a firefly warmonster floating out.

It sways a black and white pattern of buttocks and spills a luminescent glow powder.

Light powder disperses with the wind.

Diffuse.

The whole heavens and earth seemed to be stained with fluorescence.

A transparent man appeared in front of Ji Sunset, and it was Yueyang, who stood there quietly for not knowing how long but had not been discovered. Seeing Yueyang so close to himself, but without realizing it, Ji's eyes were cold.

“Disappointing, Ji Sunny, if you only have so little cards, then you can go!” The Yueyang Trial is over.

He's going to be really proud.

The battle to kill Ji Sunny began officially.

Fist, tens of thousands of times faster than lightning, the residue just showed up in Ji Sunny's pupil, Ji Sunny got punched. The fastest flow of light beside him could not be saved. When the light arrived, Ji Sunday had let Yueyang hit him in the chest, beating him in the same position when Ji Sunday attacked him just now, but the power was different, this punch was 100 times heavier than that just now. Ji Sunday opened his mouth as if to spit out five dirty hearts. His eyes were still full of unbelievers, but the whole person had let Yueyang bomb 10,000 meters high.

Faster than the flying Ji Sun, Yue Yang flashed high into the sky and waited for Ji Sun Sun.

Ji looked up every day.

Seeing Yueyang's elbows heavily, the thunderbolt fell and struck him in the back of his head.

This is exactly where he attacked Yueyang, in the same position, the only difference is that Yueyang is a hundred times more powerful than him!

His skull was almost smashed to the ground by a meteorite, and a silk spider demon threw out another web of love, but it could not diminish his body's impact on the earth.

Ji Sunday smashed through the love net and hit hard rock heavily.

He is equally experienced in combat.

Even in the midst of a cramped headache, adjust your body to use your palms and legs as cushioning bodies, minimizing the impact of your body on the earth and greatly diminishing your body's exposure to ground shocks. Dizzy Ji Sunshine shook his head for a while. When his gaze recovered, he found himself standing in front of two long legs, the right leg of which flew and kicked... Just now, he had kicked Yueyang like this. Unfortunately, he let the reacting Yueyang bullet escape.

Now, Ji Sunday is using the same circumvention, high-speed bomb blast.

At the moment of the bounce, Ji Sunny felt the right leg accelerating indefinitely, easily chased up, and finally kicked heavily in the chin.

For the first time, blood was thrown in the air...

After spinning for a few laps, Ji's wisdom in chaos slowly recovered before realizing that he had been kicked out by his opponent and lost consciousness for a very short time. He touched his lips and found blood all over his hands.

Furious.

Suddenly there was a flame rising.

The remaining light of the eye, sensing objects approaching at high speeds, Ji Sunny's pupils, with the image of the knee enlarged.

Like a loaded shell, Ji Sunrise crushed three rocky mountains and drew out a long pit measuring 10,000 metres, before slowly stopping. The pain made Ji more angry every day. His face was shamefully buried in the mud sand and he held his fist tightly. He vowed to shatter the bones of this bastard who beat himself to pieces! Never before has anyone inflicted such great harm and shame on him, as a proud son of Heaven, as the Lord of the Temple Temple of the Central Temple, as the Supreme Temple of the Central Temple preached disciple, Ji Sunday he has never tried to be so humiliated in his life!

“I'm gonna kill you!” Ji chewed his teeth every day and prepared to avenge Yueyang a thousand times more.

“This is exactly what I'm trying to say. ”

Yueyang, sometime, has stood behind Ji Sunny.

Without waiting for Ji Sunday to react, he has grabbed Ji Sunday's right ankle. Before they did their best to rush the rescue, Yueyang pulled Ji Sunday off the ground, raised it to half the sky, and then heavily smashed it down. Just as Hua and Shangru Zhi were drunk to play the 'crazy one hundred and eight punches' wand method, Yueyang took Ji Sunday as a stick, hit the ground wildly, waiting for the quickest flow to arrive, and had already smashed hundreds of times... Yueyang smashed Ji Sunday into the rock formation, then saved momentum, grabbed the throat of the flowing light in front of him, and pressed his hand under his feet.

Dead wood arrived and Mai's hands grabbed Yueyang's shoulder viciously.

Tens of thousands of roots of trees and vines have emerged from his body.

Deep into the ground.

A withering divine power pollutes the entire earth, whether it be soil, rocks or minerals, all absorbed by the roots, making the earth a black-soaked contaminated land.

Successfully activated his own divine power, the old face of the dead tree seemed unrestrained and excited, finally, caught this cunning and weird enemy.

Just as the dead tree is ready to combine the master's devouring gift to root out the enemy's energy.

There is a flame that keeps all things in awe, from Yueyang's legs.

Instant thinning.

Form a fire column that runs straight into the sky.

Burning dead trees in the columns of fire, his mouth shouted a terrible cry... he wanted to go forward to rescue the scare, was stopped by resentment, two by two to rescue the light, one by one to rescue Ji Sunshine, retreated a thousand meters away. The dead wood in the fire column, because the whole body has to be deeply rooted into the ground, as a cocoon, there is no way to struggle to escape. It has to be painfully purified in the Nirvana flame, which can purify everything in the world, little by little, and eventually become nothing...

“The fire of Nirvana!” Leaving aside the slightly wondrous sunset, God is like an enemy: “Looks like we've met the biggest enemy! ”

“Is this the fire of Nirvana?” If you are still trapped in a love net, you will find it strange.

He heard of it, but never saw the fire of Nirvana.

I can't believe it.

Can it be true, as legend has it, that this young man with the flame of Nirvana is from that mysterious clan that overrides the wonderful world above everything else today, as seen from a strange man who fakes his brother's blush...

Yueyang ‘banged’ his fist and grabbed the remaining finger-sized divine crystal of dead wood refining into his hand.

He looked seriously at Ji Sun across the street.

The look has never been so serious.

Word by word: "You can say your last words now! ”

The kind of killer that never wavers and never changes, so that the supreme will form spreads, Ji Sunday can be clearly perceived even by idiots. In the face of Yueyang, the unforgiving enemy, Ji Wuyi, for the first time in the battle with others, feared, crushed mountains, dry tongued him, mumbled, extremely hard to swallow a sip of spit.

* * * * * * * * * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)