Cheng Mo's hand passed across Huang Chen's neck like an eagle's claw. The strength of the two of them was not at the same level at all. If this claw fell, there would be blood like a pillar.
"Stab it!"
With the sound of iron objects clashing and rubbing, Huang Chen was not hurt in any way, and a stick as black as lacquer stood in front of Huang Chen.
The person who came was a middle-aged bald man, with an indescribable tiredness in his eyes.
"Beixuan God of War!"
Cheng Mo was shocked when he saw the person coming in front of him. He had already noticed the huge aura, but he never expected that the person coming turned out to be a God of War.
The four war gods Dongcang, Xibai, Nanzhu, and Beixuan not only have great prestige in the martial arts world, but are also responsible for maintaining the rules.
For example, warriors cannot attack and kill ordinary people!
Huang Chen looked happy: "Lord Beixuan!"
Beixuan nodded lightly. Huang Chen had originally invited him to come to the capital today, saying that there was a big matter and he needed his help.
Beixuan, whose eyes had just passed, suddenly turned to stare at Huang Chen. Huang Chen's injury had something to do with him. For Huang Chen, he went to the Temple of Heavenly Medicine, but even the Temple of Heavenly Medicine didn't have any solution.
It stands to reason that Huang Chen will never recover in this life, but now his internal energy is fluctuating...
"Huang Lao, have you recovered from your injuries?"
Just when Huang Chen was about to answer, a loud shout suddenly came from not far away: "Stop chatting, take down Cheng Mo first!"
Beixuan frowned. The other party's tone seemed to be instructing him?
Cheng Mo recognized himself just now and revealed his identity. Is it possible that the person speaking now has never even heard of the name of the God of War?
But this voice made him feel a little familiar.
With just a slight glance, Beixuan's eyes widened in shock at the familiar face that was breaking the ink aura.
"Why are you here?"
Before Beixuan finished speaking, Cheng Mo had already attacked.
"Even if he is the Beixuan God of War, so what? I have been a master for dozens of times, and I have never killed a God of War. Let's give it a try today!" Cheng Mo's eyes were almost crazy. He must win today.
Cheng Mo could no longer care about anything else. Taking away Su Ya's furnace and hiding it was the only thought in his mind now.
A contemptuous smile appeared on Bei Xuan's face without any words. The black iron stick in his hand was already standing in front of him.
No matter how Cheng Mo attacked, he would be knocked away by Beixuan's stick, and the rebound force from above made Cheng Mo feel like all the internal organs in his body had been displaced.
Taking advantage of the moment when Cheng Mo stabilized the internal organs, Beixuan moved, no longer blindly defending.
Bei Xuan's shiny bald head exploded with a golden light, and then his whole body changed color, and his bronze skin was like an Arhat coming to the world.
Bei Xuan gently pushed out his palms. To outsiders, the speed of these palms was extremely slow, but Cheng Mo seemed to be a fool, motionless there. It was not until his palms reached in front of Cheng Mo that Cheng Mo suddenly pulled away and dodged.
"Where do you want to go?" Chen Yang's ghost-like voice sounded behind Cheng Mo.
The few seconds just now were enough for Chen Yang to disperse all the ink energy.
No matter how strong Cheng Mo's body skills are, they can't compare to Chen Yang's secret technique of heavenly movement.
Cheng Mo, who was stopped, received two solid slaps from Beixuan.
At that moment, the sound of cracking bones all over his body entered Cheng Mo's mind. After a wailing scream, Cheng Mo fell hard between the two of them.
Looking at Cheng Mo who fell to the ground, Beixuan raised one hand and muttered to himself.
