Super Comic System

"Puff, cough, cough!" Xiao Zimo stood up. Of course, he also heard Liu Ji's words, but it was impossible for him to give up.

"If you want me to give up, it's absolutely impossible!" Xiao Zimo put Guiku on his shoulders, and said softly to Liu Ji with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Stubborn!" Liu Ji snorted coldly, grabbed his knife in his hand, and walked slowly towards Xiao Zimo.

"Wanting to give up before trying is definitely not my style, and...even if your so-called sword artistic conception is better than mine, so what, I will find a way to surpass me, and I want to give up. "Xiao Zimo smiled, and slowly walked towards Liu Ji with the Ghost Cry in his hand.

"In my opinion, what you said is naive. In the face of absolute strength, any persistence and hope are like ****, and...you are the same. Don't worry, I will not kill you. After all, you don't have any reason for me to kill him yet." Liu Ji held the handle of the knife with both hands, pulled a blade in front of him, and then put it on his shoulder.

"Really? If that's the case, I'll let you see how powerful the persistence and hope that are like **** are in your eyes!"

As he spoke, Xiao Zimo shrank his pupils slightly, pointed his toes, held Guiku with his right hand, and stabbed Liu Ji's chest fiercely.

Clang!

However, when the tip of the knife was still a few centimeters away from Liu Ji's chest, he picked it away with a slight pick.

"It's useless! Our artistic conception is not at the same level at all. No matter how hard you struggle, it will be very futile." Liu Ji always looked calm, but the movements in his hands did not slow down at all.

He raised his knife and slashed at Xiao Zimo's shoulder with astonishing speed.

Clang!

Xiao Zimo's eyes froze, and he directly put the knife on his shoulder, trying to block his attack, but the knife in Liu Ji's hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, directly pressing on his shoulder.

Clang!

As his blade trembled, Xiao Zimo's tiger's jaw suddenly hurt, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand. The ghost cry was immediately picked up by Liu Ji. Immediately afterwards, Liu Ji used the back of the blade to withstand Xiao Zimo's neck.

"If this is a real battle, then...you are already dead." Liu Ji said calmly.

"But... I also think this is a real battle, and every battle can benefit me a lot, such as... this time!"

Whoosh!

After finishing speaking, Xiao Zimo rolled on a donkey, stretched out his hand to catch Guiku who fell aside, stood up again, with a smile on his face.

"It seems that you really don't give up! For your poor dignity, I think...you'd better save it!" After speaking, Liu Ji rushed towards Xiao Zimo again.

"Then... I want to see how far you can suppress me!" As he said, a strong fighting spirit erupted from Xiao Zimo's body.

"Huh?" Liu Ji also clearly felt Xiao Zimo's fighting spirit, which made him frown involuntarily.

"I've told you so much, but you still haven't gained a lot of wisdom. If that's the case, then I have no choice but to practice." Liu Ji said lightly.

Whoosh!

He pointed his toes and rushed towards Xiao Zimo again.

"His speed...is faster than before!" Xiao Zimo could clearly feel that Liu Ji's speed was a little faster than before.

"White and floating!" The ghost cry in Xiao Zimo's hand was entwined with circles of white aura. As he swung his knife and slashed at Liu Ji who was on the way, the white aura immediately turned into a sharp blade and went straight to his chest. throat.

"Heiluowu!" Liu Ji spat out three words lightly, flipping his right hand, the knife twirled in his palm, and he held it in his hand again. breath.

Boom!

As the knife in Liu Ji's hand swung out, a horse cry came.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Liu Ji's saber aura immediately condensed into a black horse, which directly met Xiao Zimo's white aura.

Boom!

However, Xiao Zimo's saber energy turned into substance was particularly vulnerable in front of the black horse, and it directly turned it into nothing after being hit by it on the head, and rushed towards Xiao Zimo again.

"It's useless. Your artistic conception of sword and sword is inferior to mine, and any sword squeeze will be suppressed by me." Liu Ji looked at Xiao Zimo and said lightly.

"If this is the case, it will be a disaster." Xiao Zimo murmured.

Facing the black horse running towards him fiercely, Xiao Zimo clenched his fist with his right hand, and a ball of flame enveloped his hand. With his eyes fixed, he swung out violently, and directly punched the black horse's belly.

Boom!

The black horse raised its head and roared, and disappeared from everyone's eyes like glass shattering.