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Yang Mo's words were met with scorn. Is it interesting to pretend that you are about to die?

When people come to your door, are they trying to kill someone? They must be fully prepared.

If Mr. Nie were here, he must be cursing in his heart. He gave in to Yang Mo, which was helpless. He wished that Yang Mo would die quickly so that he could breathe a sigh of relief.

In contrast, Zhang Jing had a smile on his face. His opponent was not Yang Mo, and he believed that he was not Yang Mo's opponent. What he wanted to do was to overthrow Zhang Xu and his son after Yang Mo's death, and successfully

Upper position.

Under the attention of everyone, the masked man took off his robe, revealing a tight outfit. There were four stars hanging on the shoulders of the coat.

This is not a military uniform, but everyone's eyes are attracted to these four stars. Anyone who can hang the stars on his shoulders must be a general, or the best among generals.

"General, I don't know when there was an additional general in the organization." Yang Mo sighed.

This is only right, only strategic generals are qualified to fight against him.

At the border, generals are divided into four levels. The lowest level is the rock general, which means that this person is as hard as a rock. The second level is the town general. The general who guards one side can dominate one side, holds a heavy army, and can carry out battles thousands of miles away.

1. In addition to achievements on the battlefield, one also needs to have the ability to coordinate a party.

Next, there is the title of general, who leads the army on an expedition. With such a title, he is an eagle on the battlefield. He is the key figure who commands thousands of troops and is the key to victory or defeat in battles.

At the same time, the general is also the core of an organization. At this level, in the organization, he is almost a man of his word.

Above these three types of generals, there is another military rank, and this title is General of Strategy.

The strategic general is the head of the four generals, but he is also superior to the four generals. The strategic general never looks at merit or the ability to coordinate and command. There is only one possibility for becoming a strategic general, and that is that the individual has a strong ability.

force.

A powerful strategic general can fight against ten enemy generals at the same time.

If recruiting generals is the foundation of an organization, then strategic generals are the organization's trump card.

Before Yang Mo became the young master, he was a strategic general with four stars on his shoulders.

In the organization, the number of commanders has never exceeded two palms. Now, the organization is in internal strife, countless strong men have fallen, and the number of commanders is less than one palm. The arrival of this person means that the battle between the two sides has officially begun.

"The Blood Demon's eyes always stay high in the sky, so naturally he doesn't remember what's going on below. I admire the Blood Demon very much, and my dream was to serve under your command. Unfortunately, the world's situation is not something I can control.

When you come here today, I want to take your life, so please don’t blame the Blood Demon."

The masked man said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't want to kill a general with my own hands. The death of any one person will be a huge loss for the family and the country." Yang Mo sighed.

This is what he said in his heart. Cultivating a general will consume ten times more resources than cultivating a general.

And many generals are extremely talented people who are difficult to recreate.

"It would be an honor for me to die in the hands of the Blood Demon. However, since I dare to come, I am confident that I will be the final winner of this battle." The masked man slowly took out his belt.

It was not a trouser belt or a leather whip, but a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings.

This is his trump card and his last trump card. On the battlefield, few people can force him to take out this sword, but facing Yang Mo, he can only take out this sword to have any hope of victory.

The breeze blows slowly, and the soft sword makes a soft sound.

Yang Mo stared at the soft sword and said: "I have long heard that there is a master of sword playing in the organization. As long as the sword is unsheathed, it will automatically draw the wind. When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation."

There was a sound of breathing all around. It turned out that it was not the wind blowing the sword, but the sword moving the wind. There was a gap between the two. Everyone present could feel the breeze, but the masked man had not danced yet.

Where's the sword in his hand?

If it starts to dance, wouldn't it stir up a storm?

The soft sword finally moved, and just as everyone expected, it whipped up gusts of wind.

Everyone was blown back by the wind, their clothes and long hair flying wildly.

Looking around, I can no longer see the figure of the masked man, only thousands of swords are dancing, bringing up thousands of exquisite sword flowers.

These sword flowers are rising slowly like Kongming lanterns.

"Is this the strength of the general? It is too powerful. With just one sword, it can kill everyone present instantly, right?"

"The Evil God"

"With this person here, Xing'er's great revenge will definitely be avenged, and Yang Mo is dead."

This is the voice of everyone. One sword turns into thousands of swords. A living person can not see his figure, and he can firmly control the entire battlefield in his hands.

With such strength, just ask who else! Even though Yang Mo is powerful, can he compare with such a strong man? This is the difference between humans and gods.

Facing the overwhelming attack, Yang Mo drew out his bloody blade and blocked it from left to right.

Those sword flowers are not decorations, nor are they used to confuse the eyes, but real attacks.

This is the true power of a general.

The blood blade resisted left and right, and could slash out more than a dozen times in one second. The speed was too fast to see clearly, but the visual effect it presented was different from that brought by the masked man.

Zhang Qianqian clenched her fists tightly, feeling worried as never before. This time, she did not have the confidence of her master, and she only regretted that she was too weak and could not help Yang Mo.

Zhang Xu and his son also have very complicated hearts. They are very worried about Yang Mo and hope that the family can succeed in revenge. Caught between family and friendship, they are in a dilemma.

"Zhang He, help Yang Mo." Ye Huan said.

"Don't worry, I won't let him hurt Yang Mo." Zhang He responded, like a hurricane, rushing into the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

A step of more than ten meters caused a wave of exclamations.

The elders of the Zhang family noticed Zhang He for the first time and were very happy. This kind of strength is beyond ordinary people. Is it possible that there can be another general in the family?

Many people are ecstatic. If Zhang He can rise, he can make up for the vacancy left by Zhang Xing's death.

However, the next second, the ecstasy turned into shock. Zhang He was struck out by a sword and fell heavily to the ground, making a big hole in the ground.

Everyone's expression changed. Even someone as powerful as Zhang He couldn't get involved in such a battle. So how powerful are these two people? These guys are really not human.

"Zhang He, are you okay?" Ye Huan helped Zhang He up, his eyes full of worry.

"It's okay! It's just that I can't control this kind of battle." Zhang He responded, his eyes full of fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!