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The battle between the societies was going on, and the battle between Ling Huo'er was also going on. Nantang's brothers fell one after another, and Nan Zhaobo was furious when he saw them.

Damn it, a group of grown men can't even deal with a little girl. It's so embarrassing.

Qiangdong and others also contacted their brothers and directly ordered them to support Qingping Society and jointly deal with Nantang.

Half an hour later, as these people joined in, the situation in Nantang became worse and worse.

Unable to get support, two of the gang members chose to surrender out of despair. However, none of the society bosses who were friendly with Nan Zhaobo sent their men to support them.

They suddenly felt that if Nantang could not support it, they did not want to be buried with Nantang.

They are waiting for the results before making a decision.

Yang Mo didn't take action, but sitting here, he really had thousands of troops, blocking many strong men for the two societies. This is the power of the strong. A real strong man often does not need to take action.

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Ling Huo'er used her fists and kicks for the first time today, and proved to everyone the fact that no hermit can be underestimated.

"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"

Seclusion is a title that only those who are truly capable and have seen through the world are qualified to possess.

The news from the hall came back bit by bit, and Nan Zhaobo just wanted to overturn the table.

But he couldn't do anything. The strong men around him didn't dare to send support. If Yang Mo wanted to kill someone, he couldn't resist it alone.

He could only tell everyone to wait and wait.

As long as you can persist for a while, you will be able to win the final victory.

Yu Chao sighed repeatedly in the crowd. He did not go to the battlefield and was always a bystander.

He wanted to question Nan Zhaobo, you have placed your hopes on others. Even if Nantang wins the final victory, what will happen?

Was Nantang at that time still the Nantang that once looked down upon the world?

Ling Huoer's battle lasted for more than three hours. She was already covered in sweat and her clothes clung to her body. She was very fragrant and tempting.

There were a lot of big men lying on the ground, and only three of them could still stand and had fighting strength.

"Okay, I'm tired. That's it for today." Ling Huo'er waved her hand and walked towards Yang Mo.

"Miss, the winner hasn't been decided yet? Why are you in such a hurry to end it? If you have no strength, it doesn't matter. As long as you lie down and be passive." Mu Ge stopped him.

"There is no point in continuing the fight, and you are no match for me." Ling Huo'er rolled her eyes in disdain.

"Miss, the rules on the battlefield are not just what you want to end." Brother Mu stepped forward.

Whether it was for his own dignity or for Nantang, he would not let Ling Huoer walk out of the battlefield.

At the same time, another person moved and attacked Ling Huo'er from behind.

He has only one purpose, and that is to let Ling Huo'er die. If Ling Huo'er is exhausted, don't even try to escape.

Ling Huo'er felt the strong wind and became furious. A group of men unexpectedly attacked from behind. What kind of club hero is this? This guy is a scoundrel.

At such a close distance, the opponent struck again with all his strength. Although he could not kill Ling Huo'er, he would inevitably be injured.

"I think you are tired of living."

Just when Ling Huo'er was about to fight, a loud shout came from his ears, and then the figure attacking Ling Huo'er flew backwards.

The two arms were stretched out weakly, with a look of horror and confusion on his face.

"As a strong man of the generation, what kind of hero is he who kills people behind his back? Is he the winner and the loser? This concept is not suitable for such an occasion."

Yang Mo stepped forward and punched the man in the chest.

There was a sound of something breaking, the man's body fell limply, and blood spurted out along the seven orifices.

Everyone looked and saw that the man was completely dead.

Several strong men looked at Yang Mo, angry and shocked, but no one dared to stand up and take revenge.

This person is one of the strongest people here, but he couldn't even resist Yang Mo's two attacks.

This is the God of Death!

"I didn't want to take action, but you insist on forcing me to take action. Seeing Nantang's style, there is no need to keep it." Yang Mo took back his hand and spoke calmly.

Contempt, contempt, but Nan Zhaobo and everyone else did not dare to respond. To provoke Yang Mo at this time, they had to consider whether they could afford the price.

Nan Zhaobo is still self-aware, and his strength is comparable to that of the dead man. To be precise, that man is not Nantang's brother, but a helper he specially invited.

"It's all a misunderstanding. This brother wanted to have a discussion with the girl. Now that he is dead, he deserves it." Nan Zhaobo responded.

Hearing this, Yang Mo glanced at Nan Zhaobo. It was just a glance, without words or any movement.

But just this glance made Nan Zhaobo want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. He saw sadness and pity in Yang Mo's eyes.

There is no ridicule, but it is better than ridicule.

"Huo'er, go take a bath. After you're clean, it's time for us to go back." Yang Mo said.

"Okay." Ling Huo'er responded and walked out of the room.

Nima, do you want to look down on us so much? Take a bath on our territory? Are you really not afraid of what we will do? Well, we really don't dare to do anything, although it is so frustrating that it makes people want to go crazy.

There is no word of ridicule, only some actions. But the lethality brought by actions is a hundred times more powerful than verbal ridicule.

Yu Chao and others wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

Nantang is going to collapse, this is what everyone wants. Even if Nantang survives by chance, it is just a joke in the eyes of everyone.

Ling Huo'er took a bath for two hours, and Yang Mo sat quietly alone for two hours.

During this period, no one in the south hall said a word.

Until the noise came from downstairs, Xiao Xuan and Jiang Chen walked in side by side.

With a bang, the cell phone in Nan Zhaobo's hand fell to the ground.

All the people in the Nantang sighed at the same time. One can imagine what the appearance of these two people meant.

Defeated, Nantang was defeated, completely defeated.

"I didn't expect that this place would be even bloodier than ours. Didn't we agree that you wouldn't take action?" Xiao Xuan said angrily.

She was originally very happy and wanted to show off in front of Yang Mo, but in the end, it was with Yang Mo's help.

"I didn't do anything. I never interfered in this battle." Yang Mo explained innocently.

"So that's the case, then I can tell you now the results of our Qingping Society this time.

Do you know? Five hall masters and deputy hall masters died in Nantang, and seven surrendered. All the people in the hall surrendered, not even one escaped. They all said they would be my soldiers." Xiao Xuan was excited.

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