The moment the water droplet appeared, it seemed to be alive. With a "whoosh", it struck through the air and passed by Chen Mo who had already started to move. It accurately hit Jiang Nu's hands that needed both hands to hold the handle of the knife firmly.
superior.
"ah!"
A crisp cry.
"Clang."
The sound of the blade hitting the ground.
Chen Mo rushed forward when the man made a move. At this time, he had already held the knife with both hands. He could feel that if the man had exerted any strength, he would definitely not be able to hold the knife.
If possible, Chen Mo wished he could tie his hands tightly with cloth strips.
"Moths fly to the flame!" the man sneered, and with a casual wave of the sword in his hand, three sword energies struck at the young man who was overestimating his own abilities from three directions and at different angles.
"ah!"
Chen Mo let out a low roar. At this time, he was only ten feet away from the man. He jumped up, placed the blade horizontally beside his body, and used his greatest strength to slash forward.
"Click!"
The blade struck the sword energy in the middle, making an unwilling sound.
"Die." The man said lightly. In his eyes, this young man regarded the blow as if he was dead, and completely ignored the other two sword energy.
The two sword qi slashed firmly on Chen Mo's body, and the scene of separation of flesh and bone did not occur. There were only two dazzling blood marks drawn by the sword qi.
"Break it for me!"
Chen Mo roared, and every time he shouted a word, blood would flow from his mouth. Over the past few days, his blood had been squandered as if it was free of money.
"wave~"
The sword energy was broken, and Chen Mo became a bloody man, but he only paused for a moment, exerting force on his feet, and was ejected towards the man in the wind and waves caused by the broken sword energy, just like the two sword energy
It had no impact on him at all.
The man frowned when he looked at the young man who had not been dismembered. The sword in his hand was placed across his chest, blocking the whizzing blade.
A golden roar sounded, followed by a dull thunderous sound. The ground beneath their feet cracked, and then strong winds rose.
"Such a strong force!" The man sighed inwardly. He really didn't understand how this guy could be so thin because he was practicing martial arts from a foreigner's family.
In martial arts, there are many people like this guy who can't break through the second realm. Although most people are a little regretful that they can't experience the mysterious, mysterious and wonderful feeling of the true energy flowing through the body, but there is no such thing.
Giving up on polishing one's strength, the external skills are the choice of most people. In fact, they are already the most basic external skills.
But these people are nothing more than tall and muscular, how could they be like this guy?
Could it be that this boy is a lay disciple of Dao Tu Temple?
Daotu Temple is on the border of the Shang Kingdom, not far from Yuzhou where they are now, which has to make the man think of this possibility. In his opinion, the bald donkeys of Daotu Temple are very durable.
Thinking of this, the man had to hesitate for a moment. If he thought about the possibility that this young man was a lay disciple of a certain eminent monk, would he get into trouble? Although those people didn't pay much attention to worldly things, they were somewhat protective.
The calf's bald donkey doesn't follow the rules.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the woman he had brought back from Chu State. This woman was also very important and could not be allowed to leave like this.
Let him go?
But he killed the Jin Yishi, so he couldn't just let him leave peacefully. The Jin Yishi's majesty couldn't let this young boy tear open the gap, so what if he had connections to Dao Tu Temple, and at most he was still a lay disciple.
While the man was dazed for a moment, Chen Mo's knife did not stop while he was holding it against the man. He cut along the direction of the knife, making a harsh and uncomfortable sound as the blade clashed with each other.
Cut, turn around, and cut again, all in one go.
The force of the collision this time was slightly stronger than the first time. The cracks in the ground increased again, and wind and waves were rising.
Chen Mo didn't care why the man just resisted his attack and made the same move again.
Three roundabout slashes were made, one after another, towards the man. Each sword was heavier than the last. This was the strength of Chen Mo's hands holding the sword. The speed was slow but the force was strong.
Even so, Chen Mo still didn't shake the man at all.
Gusts of wind and waves hung up near the two of them, and the flying sand and rocks rolled up were slightly better than those that had been fighting on the road before.
At this time, Jiang Nu was paralyzed on the ground. As Chen Mo said before, she didn't even have a chance to kill herself. Now she seemed to be back to the time when she was just arrested, so desperate and helpless.
Chen Mo, who was fighting, didn't take a look.
What's the use of watching? Maybe I really don't want to witness Chen Mo's tragic death in front of my eyes, even though they didn't get along for a long time and there is no friendship.
Let the wind and waves beat on your pale cheeks and sway your hair.
Uncle, where are you?
Sure enough, the plots in the book were all false. At the most desperate moment, no one who could save him appeared.
Chen Mo turned around and swung the knife again.
"You have no brute force and you want to shake me?! What a joke." The man's disdainful voice appeared in Chen Mo's ears.
Chen Mo turned around and slashed. The man no longer blocked with his sword, but also slashed towards Chen Mo. Chen Mo's eyes suddenly shrank, and he seemed to see a huge sword slashing towards him.
"wave~"
A huge roar appeared, and Chen Mo felt that he was smashing on a huge mountain. No, it was a huge mountain crashing towards him.
He can chop open a giant tree or a boulder, but he doesn't have the ability to open a mountain.
The moment the two forces collided, Chen Mo felt that his internal organs were about to be shaken out. At that moment, tiny drops of blood overflowed from the pores all over his body. At that moment, Chen Mo clearly saw
Cracks suddenly appeared on his broad sword.
The man chopped Chen Mo's sword into pieces with one strike of his sword. The sword continued to strike without any fancy words.
"I will let you know that in the face of absolute strength, the power you are proud of is not worth mentioning."
The blade of the sword chopped into pieces, the tip of the sword passed across Chen Mo's chest, and the semicircular sword energy drawn by the sword hit Chen Mo's body.
"Are you going to die?"
At this moment, the energy in the body was flowing crazily.
The arc of sword energy, like a crescent moon, was drawn horizontally by the man and chopped into pieces. Chen Mo's sword hit his body and became larger and larger. After passing through Chen Mo's body, it moved towards Chen Mo's back in an even more exaggerated arc.
Cut it off.
"Shua~"
At this level, the area behind Chen Mo, the weeds and reeds, the dilapidated house, and the white horse whose condition was unknown, were all divided into upper and lower halves at this moment.
Light fluffy grass was flying all over the sky, and the uneven wooden boards of the dilapidated house had become flat and smooth. Only the white horse was the most miserable. Its four hooves were still standing, but its body had fallen to the ground, struggling without the roots of its dead legs.
, no screams of pain were made.
The moment Chen Mo was struck by the slash, another mouthful of blood spurted out. At that moment, he didn't feel any pain at all. He couldn't even feel his own body. His eyes were blurred and he couldn't see the man's face clearly.
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But he still didn't blink, he just felt that the man was getting farther and farther away from him, no, it was him who was retreating, and he was knocked away.
With blurred eyes, he couldn't see anything clearly. He only felt that the things around him were moving quickly, and then he fell firmly to the ground.
"What the fuck is this?!"
The man couldn't help but curse his father and mother. After one strong blow, this young man who looked weak was still missing his arms and legs.
Chen Mo raised his head and spurted out blood again. His blurred eyes finally regained some clarity and he could see something clearly.
Not far in front of him was Jiang Nu sitting motionless on the ground, and further away was the man who didn't look very good.
Among men, he just happened to avoid Jiang Nu who was lying on the ground, otherwise he would carry her body back to see his master? Obviously he would not let this happen.
Jiang Nu turned back with a pale face. She wanted to go up and help her, but her body refused to obey her and she couldn't use any strength at all.
"Chen...Chen Mo."
There are a lot of things I want to say, but I can't.
Chen Mo thought that his body had been cut in half, but he felt that his body was still his own.
"Illusion?"
Chen Mo's calves moved.
"It's not an illusion, he's not dead."
"I guess death is not far away." Chen Mo smiled inwardly.
The injuries outside his body were nothing compared to those inside his body. Chen Mo only felt a violent force ravaging his fragile body.
"Is it that Lao Shizi sword energy again?!"
Chen Mo cursed secretly in his mind, are the attack methods in these four realms a combination of internal and external?
Blood continued to protrude from the corners of his mouth, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body twitched from time to time.
"The knife is broken."
Chen Mo looked at the handle of the knife in his hand out of the corner of his eye, feeling bitter in his heart. He wanted to stand up and fight it with his fist, but he couldn't do it now.
Every time Chen Mo tried hard to get up, he just struggled a little bit, then fell down again, trying again and again.
The man walked over slowly with his sword in hand, and said in a cold voice: "Can't you seriously die? If you have to fight like this, no matter how hard you try, you can't shake the towering tree."
"Instead of struggling so painfully, it is better to simply give up. After all, no matter how hard you struggle, the result is just like giving up now and dying."
The man slowly lifted the sword in his hand, and wisps of wind ribbons that could be seen with the naked eye began to rotate around the sword's body, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Chen Mo's sweat-covered forehead.
Chen Mo's red eyes stared intently at the man in front of him who was about to end his life. There was no trace of regret or unwillingness in his pupils.
"I especially don't like the look in your eyes."
The man's voice became colder, and the aura on his sword became more threatening.