Big guys are my vests

Gojo Satoru hasn't come back yet.

In the guest room, Tsukimi Riko rehearsed the scene of the conflict between the two in his mind.To avoid being sanctioned by the will of the world, but also to achieve a sufficiently shocking effect, what should he do?

That's right, in his opinion, if Wujo Satoru wants to pay enough attention, it is absolutely impossible to rely on strength.

185 is not 285. You have enough experience to treat everyone maturely; 185 is more like a rebellious teenager who sees the world with "I" as the center.

Since he was born at the end of the growth of most conjurers, Gojo Wu's vision was boundless, and Xia Youjie was the only person who could be truly recognized by him.

The two are both geniuses who have not appeared in a century, standing at the same height, and their potential has no upper limit.

Tsukimi Ritsu speculates that the 185-year-old Gojo Satoru may have a slightly lower standard based on 15 in the public test branch, but those who are not qualified will definitely not be able to ask for even an extra look.

He doesn't just want to arouse the other party's interest, nor does he stop at getting the other party's approval - these are enough with a pair of six eyes.

For Gojo Satoru, who is self-confident, for delusion to affect him, Tsukimi Ritsu must be very strong, very strong.

Only what he said could be taken into consideration by the other party.

It is not enough to be equal or higher than the first-line level of strength, because for Gojo Satoru, it is only a matter of time to surpass those who stand in front of him, or more precisely—a matter of personal will.

Just as Wujo Satoru knew clearly that he could reach level [-] in the future, so on the way to leveling, no matter whether it came from level [-] or level [-], the advice was equally unnecessary.

He may listen, but he won't be included in the plan, let alone shaken.

As long as he wants to, there is nothing he can't do.

Yuejian Risu felt that there was nothing wrong with Gao Zhuanwu thinking so, 185 had never really lost, and he had the capital of arrogance.

Therefore, Tsukimi Ritsu must make every effort to bring enough "surprises" to Gojo Satoru, even if this may further deteriorate the character's physical condition.

A rough blueprint was drawn, just as the opening signal sounded.

The undisguised footsteps are different from the regularity and standards of trained domestic servants.

It is Wujo Satoru.

Tsukimi Riko drives the mantra that combines the characteristics of mind power into operation in his body. Compared with the fancy restrictions and oaths in the use of mind power, "Gojo Satoru" prefers straightforward attack methods.

Under the constraints of the world's rules, it is extremely difficult to release the spell power, but with the top physical skills engraved into the body's instincts, combined with the deterrence brought by the crushing spell power, he is still a well-deserved strongman.

Adjusting the breathing rate to the optimum, Tsukimi Ritsu opened his eyes again, and the proud look of the superior quietly seeped into the corners of his eyes and brows.

Same poles repel each other, he is sure Gojo Satoru will not like it.

Outside the door, Wujo Gojo was carrying the new product, Xijiufu.

A second before opening the door, he noticed something strange in the room.Out of confidence, he opened the door loudly.

Someone who broke into the house, or a guest who was put in the room without permission?

If it's the latter, get another batch of servants.he thought casually.

Following the breath, he raised his head and looked at the main seat.

The residual heat dissipated on the cushions, leaving them empty.

Hidden?

"Focus."

The voice came from behind the ear, it was very familiar but I couldn't remember it for a while

Gojo Satoru's pupils constricted, when?He was still in his seat a second ago.

The strength of the incoming person is extraordinary, and he can sense the malice of the other party aimed at him alone.

"Then let's see how capable you are." Gojo Gojo raised his fighting spirit.

Back left!

Wujo Wu's reaction was extremely fast, and a large amount of mantra power was extracted in an instant.

He let go of Xi Jiufu, made a fist with his hand, and slammed it hard on the visitor.

Unfortunately, the newly released Kikufuku.

It won't taste good after falling.

Rough and naive attack methods, excessive reliance on the feedback from the six eyes, jerky energy flow... Vulnerable to a single blow.

"This level of attack can't even break the limit."

Tsukimi Ritsu watched coldly as Gojo Satoru's mantra hit the self-activated infinite barrier one after another, and disappeared in vain.

"Is this the end?"

His five fingers clasped Wujo Wu's neck one by one, and continued to draw hatred.

The energy in his body faintly showed signs of rioting, it was too late, he had to end it as soon as possible.

In an instant, he forcibly broke through the restrictions of the rules, and the endless spell power was like a cage, locking Wujou firmly in place.

The cold fingertips cling to the warm arteries.The trembling murderous intent locked on the person in front of him.

Realizing that the attack was ineffective, Gojo Satoru immediately activated No Lower Limit, but he couldn't delay the man even for a second.

The moment Liuyan saw the other party, he froze in place.

Unmistakable eyes and looks...

"Wu, Tiao, Wu..." The throat pipe struggled to reveal the common names of both parties.

The opponent's spell power trapped him like a swamp, unable to move.

The magic power released in an instant can reach such a concentration!

Yuejian Risu withdrew his sword and lifted his weight lightly. Under the appearance, every drop of blood in his body was burning.

The right hand went around the boy's waist to prevent him from seeing his painful and trembling fingertips.

He lightly pressed against the back of Gojo Wu's heart, and the mantra in the room that was almost flowing into substance was withdrawn inch by inch, continuously compressed, and finally condensed into a very small point.

The pressure around him disappeared, but Gojo Satoru had no time to take care of it.

He clearly felt the slowed-down operation speed of the vicious adults, like a live teaching on purpose, tearing away his high self-esteem silently in the dead space.

At the back of the chest, a terrifying coercion gradually took shape, as if after the big bang, the universe was forced to return to the singularity.

The magic formula that almost wiped out Kyoto was vainly touching Gojo Satoru's heart, and the chaos and order condensed at the fingertips were only within the man's thought.

The violent aesthetics of supreme power.

In the unparalleled killing intent, Gojo Satoru was completely excited, his pupils dilated due to excessive excitement.

At this moment, he clearly realized that the person in front of him was his kind.The only difference is that the other party has reached the pinnacle and is qualified to despise all beings.

The fighting instinct was ignited, he caught the man's slight pause for no reason, the second counterattack was in the blink of an eye, and the tail of white hair cut through the almost still air.

Tsukimi Ritsu didn't move, just lowered his fingertips, and the pressure on the verge of the explosion dissipated silently.

He stepped on the cordon of the will of the world, demonstrating without attacking.The moment the spell was undone, the burning sensation eased, and his little trick seemed to have worked.

But the sequelae were beginning to appear, and the spell power could not be mobilized in a short period of time.However, compared to physical skills, he will not lose.

Gojo Satoru's always invincible six eyes could catch the afterimage of the opponent's movements, the man tilted his head slightly, and Gojo Satoru's technique accurately wiped the fine hairs on the opponent's face and dissipated into the air.

When Gojo Satoru was involuntarily attracted by the opponent's cold eyes, and his six eyes turned to focus on the opponent's face, he suddenly discovered that it was just an afterimage of the opponent's movements.

There is no magic power left in the air, just physical strength?impossible!

Behind the sunglasses, the pupils dilated, Gojo Satoru couldn't believe that the human body can escape the detection of the six eyes.

The opponent's mana power is like a turbulent undercurrent under the calm sea. The light can't see the slightest difference from the surface, and he can't catch the mantra flow.

"The play is over." The big hand with clear bones pinched the back of Gojo Satoru's head, and after the words fell, Tsukimi Riko's men tried to smash him into the expensive vera wood floor.

The other party did not fall down as expected, Tsukimi Ritsu looked down, and the paper-like barrier with no lower limit on Gojo Satoru's body became solid in just a few breaths between the two of them--a gift that belongs only to geniuses. growth rate.

"Hey," Gojo Satoru took advantage of the moment when he was distracted, and clenched the hand on the back of his head with his backhand.

He imitated the technique performed by Tsukimi Ritsu's fingertips, and the mana power of his whole body was crazily gathered on one point in a short period of time.Although he was still far away from leveling Kyoto, Gojo Satoru just wanted to break the man's indifferent expression, which was too much of an eyesore.

The enormous pressure broke through the barrier in an instant, breaking the limitless limit around Tsukimi Ritsu's body.

Tsukimi Ritsu quickly regained consciousness and avoided, but there was still a small wound on his arm.

When the blood seeped out of his mouth, the balance he worked so hard to maintain in his body was suddenly destroyed.

The world consciousness found a loophole, like a group of vultures, they swarmed up after smelling the rotten smell, and the power of rules scrambled to get into his body.

It turned out that it wasn't the flags and drums that had stopped, but was waiting for an opportunity... He smiled wryly in his heart.

Caught off guard, scalding blood coughed up from his mouth.

Having no time to consider Gojo Satoru's movement to lift him, Tsukimi Riko quickly cut off the ruled blockage and re-established the barrier.

The dark glasses were thrown away in the battle, Wujo Wuwei's six eyes were more brilliant than Qixing, he stared at the man with the same appearance as himself.

"Hey, your limitlessness is nothing more than that."