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"Ahhh!"

Long Wu's roar was mixed with all kinds of emotions. The scenes of the past were still in front of him, but the person he promised to protect for the rest of his life died tragically in front of him.

If life has no meaning, he is a waste.

Everyone around him was infected by this emotion and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Yang Mo, you have gone too far. Master Long Wu challenges you, why did you kill his brother!" Ding Yin stood on the top of the mountain and gnashed his teeth, wanting to rush down and cut Yang Mo into pieces.

"It's ridiculous. Is this the saint who was trained by the Yundian Mountains? He Long Wu can kill innocent people at will, but I, Yang Mo, can't repay her?" Yang Mo sneered.

"Yang Mo, won't your conscience hurt if you kill a younger boy so cruelly? We strongly recommend that Lord Long Wu kill you. The empire cannot tolerate people like you." Ding Feng said angrily.

"If you're willing, do it yourself and watch me chop off your head?" Yang Mo raised his fingers.

He was wrong. This was not a case of double standards for the Holy Lady alone, but also for the entire Yundian Mountain Range. He didn't want to talk nonsense with such a person.

Ding Feng didn't respond, but Long Wu stood up. He didn't say a word, but his blood-red eyes and monstrous murderous intent proved everything.

He wants to kill people, he wants revenge, and he wants to make this executioner pay with blood.

He moved towards Yang Mo step by step. With every step he took, the temperature of the surrounding air would drop a lot. The strong murderous intention hit everyone's hearts, causing everyone to instinctively retreat.

"Yang Mo is finished. Master Long Wu already has the strength to crush all the masters of opening pulses. Now he is so angry and has a desire for revenge. This will only make him stronger."

"Yes, if Yang Mo angers Master Long Wu, he is seeking his own death. Originally there was still a possibility of challenge, but now he only has one way to die."

Everyone was talking a lot.

As we all know, when people are in desperate situations, they will explode with unprecedented strength and unlimited explosions. The same is true when they are angry.

In a rage, Long Wu will inevitably explode with strength that surpasses that of a pulse-opening master.

"I brought my ancestor's Dragon Mace this time because I want to give you the dignity of a strong man. This thing is the ancestor's magical weapon. You will not be unjust if you die under such a magical weapon. But now, I am out of the picture.

Mace, I just want you to die faster. I will chop you into minced meat and sprinkle it in every corner of the manor. You will be eaten by insects, absorbed by vegetation, and trampled by everyone!"

Long Wu's voice was bone-chilling, and the moment he used his trump card, it was like a golden dragon rushing into the sky, bringing bursts of golden light.

Everyone who saw them exclaimed, and the few who fought against Long Wu were even more afraid. If Long Wu used his trump card when fighting them, they would be defeated faster.

"Sure enough, Master Long Wu is ready to use his trump card against Yang Mo. In his heart, Mr. Yang Mo is his opponent."

"This weapon belongs to his ancestor. It must be very powerful. I don't know what weapons Yang Mo has that can resist it."

The crowd was talking a lot, and they all looked at Yang Mo expectantly.

"Master Long Wu is showing his trump card, just to give him face. Besides, he is about to die."

"I dare to say that in Lord Longwu's hands, he cannot survive even five moves."

Several big guys who had fought against Lord Long Wu spoke one after another, showing instinctive hostility towards Yang Mo.

As he spoke, Long Wu had already arrived in front of Yang Mo.

"Take out your weapons, otherwise you have no chance."

Long Wu held the dragon mace and struck Yang Mo down.

There are no fancy moves, just overwhelming momentum.

He wanted to whip Yang Mo to death with the Dragon Mace.

Yang Mo calmly took out the Chop Throat and fought with Long Wu.

Click!

"What is this? After all, he is a strong man, but can't he use a more powerful weapon? Isn't this knife too ordinary?"

There was a sigh in the crowd, even if you are going to die, you should die with dignity, okay? Not only does this knife look ordinary, it also has no power and is very thin.

Everyone was worried whether they would be smashed to pieces by Kang Long Mace.

Only a few big bosses shrank their pupils and stared closely at the Chop Throat in Yang Mo's hand.

The moment the Chopped Throat was revealed, the blood soaring to the sky made Lord Long Wu's murderous intention weaken a bit.

If Kanglong Mace is the pearl placed on the crown, then Throat Cutting is the diamond buried in the mud. The two are comparable.

How many people have to be killed to cultivate this bloody aura? Is this a border warrior?

At this moment, those who were disdainful all stood in awe of Yang Mo. The fierce tiger Shi Hao even straightened his waist, showing his high respect for Yang Mo.

If anyone tells him that pretty boys are all sissies in the future, he will be the first to stand up and object. In terms of handsomeness, who can compare to Yang Mo? In terms of heroes, who can compare to Yang Mo?

He killed countless people in his life, performed countless missions, joined mercenary groups several times, and went to overseas battlefields several times, but his weapons did not condense so much blood.

Of course, he didn't know that this Chop Throat was just Yang Mo's backup, not his real weapon. Otherwise, he would have knelt down right now.

"boom!

Zhanhou and the Kanglong Mace collided, and the blade bent, causing Yang Mo to take a few steps back. Long Wu held the Kanglong Mace and pressed forward step by step, completely gaining the upper hand.

He was not a reckless man. He had already gotten to know Yang Mo before he came. This man was indomitable and became more courageous the more he fought. If he could not suppress him from the beginning, it would be almost impossible to make a comeback.

The overwhelming hatred did not allow him to take a step back.

"There is no breakage, which means this weapon is still good. It's just that it's a little worse after all. Yang Mo's moves are messed up and he won't be able to hold on for long."

There was a sigh and a moment of rejoicing. Only the top bosses stared at the battle without saying a word.

They have a feeling that there is something wrong with this battle. But they don't know what the problem is.

Xuanze and others clenched their fists, communicated with each other with their eyes, and were ready to take action at any time. Yang Mo was suppressed and has not appeared for how many years? This is a very bad omen.

"Don't act rashly, Yang Mo has already gained the upper hand." Suddenly, Liu Yi said.

"Master has the upper hand? How is it possible?" Zhang He's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.

Yang Mo retreated steadily, some of his moves were messed up, and he was hit by Kang Long's mace. On the contrary, Long Wu kept moving forward.

"I don't know what's going on, but the auras of the two people tell me that Yang Mo does have the upper hand. Don't act rashly, my formation on him will have no effect." Liu Yi said with certainty.

Everyone rolled their eyes, Master, how do you judge from the breath, is it reliable? If this person is not Master Tianxuan, Miss Min will definitely attack him without mercy.

"Master Tianxuan, you can't be so partial to Yang Mo just because he is your friend, right? The outcome of the battle will not change because of your will."

"Yang Mo's aura is messed up, his breathing is unsteady, and his aura has been severely suppressed. Why can't we see that he has the upper hand?"
Chapter completed!