The chariot with fluttering green curtains looked like an ancient giant beast, overlooking all living beings. Surrounded by generals and surrounded by demon soldiers, there was a solemn silence. The invisible sense of oppression was like a lead cloud pressing down on the top, making people breathless.
Zuo Mo's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he was not afraid.
"Give me the reverse dragon's claws to drive you to save you from death!"
A faint yet majestic voice came from the chariot. The voice seemed to have a different kind of magic power and could go straight into people's hearts.
"Save me from death!"
Yu Qianwei suddenly shouted in unison, which was deafening. Everyone seemed to have been knocked on the forehead, and there was a buzz. At the same time, monstrous murderous intent suddenly burst out like a collapsing mountain torrent, sweeping the entire place!
Even a master like Zhu Ke couldn't help but change his face, and Minghui and others turned even pale.
Zuo Mo's eyes were blazing and his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't hear the horrifying shouts just now.
Silence, the whole place returned to deathly silence again.
Everyone's eyes turned to Zuo Mo involuntarily, and many people even showed a look of gloating on their faces. The reverse dragon claw is a heavenly demon soldier, and it is the ultimate demon soldier that all demons dream of. Zuo Mo got the reverse dragon claw, and I don't know how many people got it Jealous.
Now that the army is approaching and Yu Shuai is here in person, no one believes that Laughing Mogo can survive even a slight storm.
"Really?" Zuo Mo seemed to be talking to himself. His voice was not loud, but it could be heard from far and near.
As soon as these two words came out, others were stunned, and then many people showed disbelief on their faces. Could it be that Laughing Mogo still wanted to resist?
Resist? Yushuai comes in person, Xiao Mo Ge actually dares to resist?
Does this guy not want to live anymore?
Even Yu Qianwei, many people were stunned by the two words Zuo Mo spit out, but soon, anger appeared on their faces.
What a courage!
Even Yu Shuai dares to fight Ni!
Yushuai did not speak, but the generals under his command could not hold back. One of them said coldly: "What? It is Yushuai's love that wants to spare you a small life! Obediently offer the Dragon Claw and be loyal to Yushuai. A little person like you, How can it be worthy of a divine item like the Dragon Claw!"
A look of anger suddenly appeared on the faces of Shu Long and others.
Zuo Mo was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, as if he were raising a mocking smile, but he uttered two words coldly: "Seeking death!"
Everyone was shocked!
Could it be that Xiao Mo Ge has lost his mind and gone crazy? He dared to insult Yu Shuai and seek death!
Princess Xia's beauty turned pale, she lightly covered her lips, her eyes showing deep worry.
Almost at the same time, a flash of purple light flashed in Agui's eyes, and she thrust her right hand in the air toward the demon.
Click!
The crisp sound of fractures was extremely clear in the dead silence.
The demon who just spoke suddenly had his eyes bulging and his neck showed a strange angle. Before he could scream, his whole body fell from the air like a sandbag.
hiss!
Gasps sounded in unison. Everyone looked at the ghost next to Zuo Mo with horror. This ugly-looking woman had been following Laughing Moge, but it was rare to see her take action. The only one The only time he took action was to block Lin Qian's sword with Zeng Lian'er.
But this move was a bit more powerful than the one that blocked Lin Qian's sword.
Did she not try her best last time?
Zhu Ke and others' expressions were changing, and their hearts were filled with horror.
But what is even more difficult for everyone to understand is that Xiao Moge actually faced Yu Shuai without any fear. He even took the initiative to challenge Yu Shuai. Could this guy have anything behind him?
This idea flashed through everyone's mind, but everyone shook their heads secretly, and it was useless to follow up.
Marshal Yu personally leads an advance guard of 10,000 Yu, unless another commander also comes with his own bodyguard.
The death of his companion immediately made Yu Qianwei suddenly furious. Even the calmest person could not remain calm at this time.
Suddenly, a bearded man came out of the queue, saluted the chariot, and said angrily: "My lord! I am willing to fight for such an arrogant villain!"
Another person came out at the same time and shouted: "My subordinates are also willing to fight!"
Several more people came out to fight.
Zuo Mo's arrogance and A Gui's actions completely angered those guys like Yu Qianwei who usually have high standards.
"If you have the ability, it doesn't matter if you are arrogant." Yushuai's calm voice came from the chariot: "I am afraid, I have no ability. I have no patience for mediocrity. Since you are asking for a fight, then go ahead.
If you win, you will be rewarded. If you lose, you will be under his command from now on."
As soon as these words came out, all the generals looked at each other in confusion. They wanted to fight but were indignant, but they were not sure. They were quite afraid of A Gui's strange and unpredictable methods.
But if he really loses and works under Laughing Moge, then the consequences will be serious. Moreover, they can hear that the master has a renewed love for talents, and they are afraid that in the end, Laughing Moge will still be under his master.
They know their master's hobbies and have always loved talents, and they love to snare young talents. If Xiao Mo Ge has some real ability and some conflicts, the master may not take it to heart.
If you really end up under the other party's command, it will be even more uncomfortable than killing them.
Their eyes involuntarily turned to a big man beside the chariot for help.
The big man was tall and strong, with a square face and short hair. There was nothing outstanding about him, but his eyes were quiet and his temperament was calm. In the eyes of everyone asking for help, he smiled helplessly, then turned around and saluted the chariot, saying respectfully: "
Your Majesty, I have seen Xiaomo Ge’s methods, and I’m quite a bit skittish about them, so I would like to ask Your Majesty’s permission for my subordinates to go into battle.”
"Oh, it's rare for Mr. Tong to be interested. It's interesting." Light laughter came from the chariot. Yu Shuai relied heavily on Mr. Tong and said with a smile: "Then I'll wait and see."
"Thank you, sir." Mr. Tong bowed slightly towards the chariot.
He turned around, noticed the joy on the faces of the generals, and shook his head helplessly. He was very popular among the generals, and it was hard to refuse when everyone asked for help. However, when people turned to Laughing Mogo, especially the one on his back.
Holding the Nilong Claw, a flash of passion suddenly flashed in his eyes.
He raised his right leg and took a gentle step forward. In full view of everyone, his figure disappeared out of thin air, as if he was escaping into the void.
Brush, mid-air, he stepped out of the void.
With this slight step, there was a gasp in the air.
As soon as the master takes action, he will know whether it is there or not.
With Mr. Tong's seemingly simple step, no one in the room noticed any fluctuation. Moreover, there were many masters who had practiced magic eyes, but no one saw this step clearly.
However, the faces of Zhu Kechang, Yuanhao and others all changed slightly. Only masters like them who have come into contact with the [World] can vaguely feel that Mr. Tong's step has a great connection with the [World].
Zuo Mo's pupils shrank.
He also didn't understand the mystery of this step.
However, Zuo Mo was not afraid of the challenging gaze from the other party.
These days of fighting have made his nerves highly tense, and those pairs of expectant eyes have been tormenting him these days. He feels like a stick that is being squeezed thinner and thinner and may break at any time.
Steel rope, he planned everything silently and endured these inhuman pressures.
He was silent, he was exhausted, and he struggled to hold on.
But he finally got over it. In fact, from the beginning of the battle with the Ming bandits, his mind calmed down and he entered another state.
The various tests these days have been like grindstones, constantly polishing him, but this time, it is not his demonic body that is being polished, but his heart, his original intention!
Unknowingly, his heart was transformed and became stronger and tougher!
There were no distracting thoughts, no doubts, and no hesitations. Even when facing an opponent he couldn't see through, there was no wave in his mind.
The Three Thousand Worries in his left hand tightened, and he was about to leave the formation, but a figure beside him suddenly appeared in the mid-air like a phantom.
Zeng Lian'er!
Zuo Mo was a little surprised. Zeng Lian'er's fighting spirit seemed to be extremely strong today.
Two people confront each other in the air.
Mr. Tong's step was free and elegant, while Zeng Lian'er's figure was full of enchantment. The two completely different styles were equally full of danger.
Mr. Tong smiled and said, "Young lady is very skilled, but I want to fight Xiao Mo Ge. I wonder if she can do something convenient?"
Although he said it politely, the meaning behind his words was clear: You are not my opponent.
Zeng Lian'er stood gracefully, in a bright red dress, like a rose in full bloom in the sky. However, her appearance was exquisite and charming, her eyes were blurred, and her temperament was as serene as smoke. Blooming and serene, two completely different temperaments blended together.
, forming an unreal beauty.
Her eyes were as deep and unpredictable as obsidian. She opened her lips lightly and her voice was as ethereal as smoke: "It's not up to you."
After saying that, she turned her wrists gently, and her long water sleeves rippled like water waves.
Mr. Tong's face suddenly showed a solemn look, he raised his right hand and slapped Zeng Lian'er with a palm without any trace of fireworks!
The movements of both of them were slow and without any murderous intent, as if they were dancing.
However, the sky between the two people suddenly became distorted, and then rippled like water waves, with ripples spreading silently.
Zeng Lian'er's eyes became even more confused. Under the bright red dress, on her smooth skin, white magic lines spread quietly like stone flowers. Her whole body was as soft as a bone, like a snake, moving with a strange rhythm.
Dance slowly.
There was no trace of relaxation on Mr. Tong's face. His hair stood on end, and his whole body was full of energy. His right palm seemed to be dragging a huge weight. The edge of his right palm disappeared bit by bit at an extremely slow speed. It seemed that it was disappearing bit by bit.
His palms are gradually sinking into a void.
The sky that was rippling like water just now seemed to be boiling, and the fluctuations became more violent.
Bubbles of different sizes emerged from the void.
In the blink of an eye, the air between the two people was filled with large and small bubbles. These bubbles were as big as a fist, and as small as the tip of a needle. Once they emerged, they floated quietly without moving.
They are like the most ordinary bubbles, reflecting the brilliance of the world in the sun.