"Haha! Zuo Han is Ji Mo, and Ji Mo is Zuo Han. （）.”

The Pope burst out laughing, and now he looked a little crazy.

Faced with the facts that Ji Mo said, he felt unacceptable that he had been defeated by the same person twice.

Thinking back to the first time I saw Ji Mo on Diaoyu Island, that time Ji Mo was participating in the World Youth Martial Arts Competition, and his strength was just a trick at that time.

But two years have passed in the blink of an eye, but Ji Mo's strength has risen straight to the Fetal Breath Realm like a rocket, and even now with the cultivation at the peak of the early stage of the Fetal Breath Realm, it is enough to defeat himself.

"As a former opponent, I can give you a chance to play me fairly. ”

Ji Mo said coldly.

Looking at Ji Mo, the Pope smiled self-deprecatingly, and now he even had a chance to challenge Ji Mo for charity.

"Come on, I want to fulfill my last wish. ”

The Pope's eyes sank, and he said.

Ji Mo nodded, and in an instant, his eyes, which had originally returned to normal, turned into one flashing golden and the other flashing red. （）

This is the characteristic of Ji Mo's use of the power of the dragon pattern, one eye is golden, and the other eye is red, which means that the power of the dragon pattern he uses is within his controllable range, at this time, Ji Mo can borrow the power of the dragon pattern, and there is no need to be afraid of backlash, provided that the Howling Wind Sword and the Qingling Sword Scabbard are on his body.

But once the Howling Wind Sword and the Clear Spirit Scabbard left Ji Mo's body, or used the power of the dragon pattern that he couldn't control, then his eyes would turn blood-red, and Ji Mo would no longer have his sanity at that time, and he would truly become a killing machine.

Soon, Ji Mo's momentum rose to the middle stage of the Fetal Breath Realm, and the Pope's strength reached a level. txt download..

The Pope flipped his hand and took out the Holy Scepter, a weapon that had taken the lives of many powerful men for him, but now holding it in his hand could not give the Pope much security.

The Howling Wind Sword pointing at the Pope was slowly put down by Ji Mo, and the momentum that belonged to Ji Mo was pressed towards the Pope, and then it was locked.

"Today you will die. ”

With five simple words spit out, Ji Mo's body moved and disappeared in place.

Seeing Ji Mo laughing to death, the Pope's eyes sank, and the holy scepter in his hand bloomed with white light. （）

"Divine light. ”

The Pope lifted the Holy Scepter, and a white light spread around the Pope.

Just as the white light spread out five meters, the Pope turned around sharply, and the Holy Scepter aimed at the front and shot out a white pillar of light.

'Pong!'

The white pillar of light disappeared in the next second, and a crisp sound came, and Ji Mo's figure appeared, and he was not heading towards the Pope, but retreating towards the back.

Obviously, the white pillar of light shot out by the Pope before was attacked on the Howling Wind Sword, and it seemed that the white light that permeated the Pope's side had the effect of detection, otherwise the Pope would not have been able to show Ji Mo's trace so quickly.

"Interesting. ”

Ji Mo grinned and rushed forward again.

This time, Ji Mo no longer chose to take a detour, he was facing the Pope head-on and went to reads;.

"Wind Spirit Sword Technique, Great Storm. ”

Ji Mo shook his hand and slashed out with a sword, and the golden storm swept away towards the Pope. （）

The whistling sound of the storm shook people's eardrums, and the Pope looked at the golden storm that struck, and the power in his body turned, and the white light wave shot out from the divine scepter again.

The storm collided with the white pillar of light, and the white pillar of light and the white-gold storm were sucked into it, and white light appeared in the golden storm, and the storm looked very strange for a while.

Ji Mo jumped into the golden storm, and this change made the people watching the battle stunned, they didn't understand what Ji Mo was going to do.

"Wind Spirit Sword Technique, Wind Kill. ”

In the midst of the golden storm, Ji Mo's loud shouts came out.

The white light dissipated, and the golden storm shrank rapidly, and finally converged to the tip of the Howling Wind Sword in Ji Mo's hand.

The sword that had been condensed to the extreme slashed towards the Pope at this moment, and feeling the power of this sword, the Pope's face changed.

He couldn't have imagined that Ji Mo would actually get rid of his divine energy, and instead gather his previous attack energy together, this attack could be said to be equal to the sum of Ji Mo's two attacks.

"Divine judgment. ”

Don't dare to be careless, the Pope condensed the power of his whole body together, and a dazzling light bloomed on the Holy Scepter, bathed in the white light, the Pope really revealed a trace of divine aura.

A large white lightsaber formed above the Pope's head, and he didn't hesitate to swing his right hand downward.

With the wave of the Pope's right hand, the huge white lightsaber was also aimed at Ji Mo's sword.

The golden sword was like a golden swimming dragon, and it roared earth-shattering, looking at the white lightsaber and roaring continuously.

The white lightsaber stood still, and it slashed down at the golden dragon, and the two extreme energy attacks touched together.

'Boom reads;!'

There was a bang, a great earthquake trembled, and the space shook, and even the figures of the people watching the battle around them became shaky.

The tremors came and went quickly, but it was only time to breathe, and everything was calm again.

It's just that in the center of Ji Mo and the Pope, there is a small spatial crack there that is emitting a powerful suction, trying to suck everything around it into it.

At this time, Ji Mo and the Pope dodged away at the same time, they didn't dare to continue to fight there just now, if the spatial crack was completely torn apart, even they would be involved in it at that time.

Once sucked into the spatial crack, there is only one dead end, even if they reach the Dragon Emperor, their strength does not dare to let the spatial crack suck into it.

"Wind Spirit Sword Technique, Wind Howling. ”

Dozens of meters away from the place where he fought before, Ji Mo swung out a sword, and a small hurricane spun towards the Pope.

Feeling that Ji Mo's attack this time was not strong, the Pope had a trace of doubt.

According to Ji Mo's previous attacks, one attack is stronger than the other, why is it the weakest now, is he not good in the future?

But no matter how suspicious he is, what the Pope has to do now is to break Ji Mo's attack first, even if Ji Mo's attack is weaker than the previous one, the Pope does not dare to use his body to resist.

The white light on the divine scepter flashed, and a white wave of light blasted towards Ji Mo's small hurricane.

The white light wave was just a reflection of the small hurricane and destroyed each other, and the two attacks dissipated.

At this time, Ji Mo was revealed after the small hurricane, and when he saw Ji Mo, the Pope's face changed.

"Wind Spirit Sword Technique, Wind Fall. ”

Ji Mo shouted, that's right, the reason why Ji Mogang came up with the starting style of the Wind Spirit Sword Technique was completely to confuse the Pope, and the real killing move was the fourth style of the Wind Spirit Sword Technique.

Seeing the golden sword light that appeared on the tip of Ji Mo's sword, the Pope felt the breath of death on it.

(Education 123 Literature Network)