As the door was closed, everyone was slightly stunned at first.

But as Chen Mo finished speaking, their expressions changed drastically.

"Jinyiwei!"

"Court Eagle Dog."

"The eunuch's lackey."

"He's the only one..."

Everyone whispered, then looked at each other, and picked up the swords beside them.

The sound of drawing out a sword immediately sounded, and Chen Mo looked at Chen Mo warily.

Flying fish suit, embroidered spring knife.

This is a tough one.

"Brother Cheng." The dark-faced man sitting at the head of the hall glanced at the man in Chinese robes first on the left.

The latter stood up and looked at Chen Mo, who was wearing Feiyu uniform: "Who are you? What do you do? I don't understand what you are saying."

"Hand over the money." Chen Mo didn't talk nonsense to him and went straight to the point.

Cheng Huazhong, a man in a Chinese robe, his face darkened and his eyes showed some caution. He looked at the knife in Chen Mo's hand and asked, knowingly: "That sum of money you mentioned?"

"Sa!"

There was a flash of sword light in the hall, and Chen Mo took action. His figure suddenly rushed forward, and with a fierce explosion, he struck directly at the leader.

This obviously angered Cheng Huazhong and others.

The people in the hall were all knowledgeable people from various sects, full of enthusiasm and, naturally, very aggressive tempers. For someone like Chen Mo who would take action without saying a few words, Cheng Huazhong took the lead and stepped on the ground.

The figure has already pounced out like an arrow off the string, with his hands moving forward and back with five fingers like iron hooks, rushing towards Chen Mo like a falcon attacking a rabbit.

Quicksand Sect, Eagle Claw Kung Fu.

The masters exchanged blows, and blood splattered everywhere.

The bloody sword light splashed out from the Xiuchun knife, and Cheng Hua's body was heavy. Under this sword light, the claws of the two iron claws were cut off by the Xiuchun knife, and his fingers fell to the ground bloody.

The screams resounded.

Chen Mo kicked Cheng Huazhong in the chest, and the latter flew backwards, smashing the wooden table next to the black-faced man with the tea cup, and his whole body hit the red-painted wooden pillar behind him, and the beams above were all broken.

It shook slightly because of this huge force.

The black-faced man was suddenly stunned. The pupils of the Yiyang Feixia on the left and right below him shrank, and then they became furious and slashed at Chen Mo with their swords.

Facing the attacks from the left and right sides, Chen Mo did not hide and rushed straight towards the black-faced man leading him.

When the swords on the left and right sides were about to fall on Chen Mo, a crushing force swept out from behind Chen Mo. When he was about to rush towards Chen Mo, the force separated from both sides, and all of it was vented towards Chen Mo.

Mo's Yiyang Feixia.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Yiyang Feixia on both sides were all thrown away by this force.

The sound of wooden chairs being smashed was heard.

The sword fell to the ground.

One by one, they fell to the ground, clutching their chests, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out from their mouths.

The black-faced man's expression changed drastically. Facing Chen Mo who was rushing towards him, he stood up and picked up the nine-ring sword hanging on the wall behind him. He rushed into the air with a fierce thrust and slashed directly at Chen Mo's chest with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain.

The top of the head.

"Qiang!"

Chen Mo raised his knife to resist, and sparks flew from the blade.

The former's huge force hit his chest with the back of the knife, and his knees were slightly bent, knocking Chen Mo back a few steps.

"Fourth grade..." Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, exhaled a breath, and stepped forward again.

The black-faced man was a little surprised. A fifth-grade warrior could resist him and fight again with his heavy sword. No wonder he dared to come alone.

However, although the opponent's moves are fierce, it seems that his actual combat skills are still lacking.

The black-faced man dodged his figure, then struck first. He held the knife in his right hand and slashed vertically, and raised his left hand to punch out.

"Bang!"

The fist was powerful and heavy, creating a crosswind in the hall.

But what he didn't expect was that his heavy punch did not hit him. At the moment when both sides were resisting, the other party stepped on the ground with his feet and jumped into the air. He stepped away with his feet to avoid the heavy punch in the stomach, and then

With an extremely fast side kick, he swept towards the black-faced man, and the flying fish suit brought out a red light.

The black-faced man's expression changed suddenly, and he leaned back to dodge without hesitation. He immediately slapped the ground with his left palm, murderous intent emerged in his eyes, he held the nine-ring sword tightly with both hands, and slashed Huashan with another force in mid-air, hitting Chen fiercely.

Mo's head.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a white figure rushed from above and slapped the dark-faced man on the chest. The latter flew out like a meteor, smashing a hole in the wooden planks on the ground.
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"Dang!" The nine-ringed sword fell beside him.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth and sprinkled on his chest. The black-faced man looked at the figure that fell from the sky and landed next to Chen Mo in amazement.

"You...you...ahem..."

The dark-faced man's face was slumped. He didn't say a few words before he started coughing violently. Every time he coughed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood foam.

That palm obviously caused him severe internal injuries.

"Ask me again, where is the money?" Chen Mo walked over slowly with a knife in his hand.

"You guy..." The black-faced man glared at Chen Mo angrily, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes. Without saying a few words, he lay on the ground and coughed muffledly, saying angrily: "Bah, you are a thief who helps the evil tyrants, even if you kill me,

I won't tell you either." Qianqianyi哾

"Okay, bloody."

Chen Mo gave him a thumbs up, then walked up to Cheng Huazhong, who had his fingers cut off, and said, "Tell me and I'll let you go."

"Bah." Cheng Huazhong endured the pain and spit out a mouthful of blood at Chen Mo. Fortunately, Chen Mo was prepared and blocked it with his true energy. He knocked him out with a knife and asked about another person.

Still the same sentence: "Tell me and I will leave alone."

"Don't even think about it." The other person is also very bloody.

This time, Chen Mo's Xiuchun Knife was inserted directly into his thigh. When the Xiuchun Knife was pulled out, blood sprayed three feet high, and wailing sounds could be heard.

There are more than 20 people in Yiyang Feixia. Not everyone is as bloody as the black-faced man and Cheng Huazhong. With every person Chen Mo asks, the damage increases. When the last person is left, Chen Mo asks again.

The reporter was so frightened that he said it directly.

"Coward!" The black-faced man yelled angrily upon seeing this.

The man also lowered his head in shame. As the black-faced man scolded him more and more fiercely, the man suddenly raised his head and shouted hoarsely: "I...I'm not like you. I have a wife, children and parents. I told you before.

I asked you to return the money, but you didn’t listen. Now it’s better. People are knocking on your door. You are not afraid of death, but I am afraid..."

As he said that, he looked at Chen Mo timidly and said: "Sir...sir, can I go?"

"Of course, I keep my word." Chen Mo said.

The man walked staggeringly towards the door, opened the door smoothly and walked out. The sound of wind and snow roared in. In the sound of wind and snow, there was also the sound of "puff" as the blade penetrated the flesh.

"Sir." Li Wenchuan came in from outside with a bloody knife.
Chapter completed!