After a mouthful of blood, although he was embarrassed, he felt a lot more comfortable. Chen Mo also exhaled heavily. The blow just now consumed him a lot, and the subsequent strength could not keep up.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Feng Lei turned the folding fan in his hand, and a flying sword that had been preparing for a long time shot out of the air.
"With such a close distance and such a fast speed, I wonder how you can hide?"
Between the lightning and flint, the left hand holding the handle of the knife was pulled at the waist. Chen Mo took out another knife and blocked it diagonally in front of his chest, blocking the path of the flying sword. With a "ding" sound, the flying sword was nailed to the ground.
On the blade, people realized at this time that the battle was still not over.
"Don't forget, I still have a knife."
Looking at each other, Chen Mo's tone was full of disdain.
"Haha, really?"
Feng Lei chuckled, and at the same time, a flying sword suddenly appeared behind Chen Mo, aiming directly at Chen Mo's back heart.
"Boom!" was as fast as thunder.
At this time, the corners of Chen Mo's mouth were slightly raised, and his body turned slightly to the side. The flying sword that originally pierced the heart only penetrated Chen Mo's clothes and appeared in front of Chen Mo. With a "buzz", the flying sword stopped.
In front of Feng Lei, there was only an inch away from his head. If Feng Lei's sword-handling skills were even a little bit worse, he would probably have been pierced through the head by his own flying sword.
Feng Lei was also shocked and broke into a cold sweat: This guy deliberately sold his flaws!
As soon as he broke out in a cold sweat, Chen Mo kicked him on the chest and kicked him away. Taking this opportunity, Chen Mo held the knife in both hands and made a move like a running bull. The two knives were like
Turning the two sharp horns on his head, he rushed out quickly, bringing out a trail of dust behind him. However, the reasonable blood line did not appear, and the fierce sword attack failed, and it slashed towards the street in the distance. The two people
Eye-catching cracks cross and appear in front of people.
At this moment, Chen Mo was still in a slashing stance. On the path behind him, Feng Lei was half-crouching in the void, holding his sword at an angle.
"Feng Lei can fly?"
The people present exclaimed that they had never heard of people being able to fly, and even those who were powerful could not stand still in the void.
"Is it possible that he is an immortal from heaven?"
"There are no immortals in the sky!"
"Si Que, look carefully at his feet." Some people really couldn't stand it anymore and directly helped them solve their doubts.
After some advice, those people saw the secret of flying at Feng Lei's feet, which were the two flying swords!
Flying with a sword, some powerful swordsmen know this trick. With a sword at their feet, they can fly thousands of miles a day. This is also the reason why there are so many swordsmen in the world. With a sword at their feet, they can fly like a bird in the sky.
Flying away, how cool and unrestrained, but only few people in this world see such a fairy-like figure.
Feng Lei knew how to wield a sword, but he was still far from being able to fly with a sword. He just used the flying sword as a pedal, which changed the time when he landed. This change happened to avoid Chen Mo's attack, allowing him to
His attack failed.
"Interesting." Chen Mo stood up straight again and faced Feng Lei who had just fallen down. The image of the two of them was that Chen Mo only had some cuts on his clothes, but nothing else. Feng Lei's condition was not that good.
, blood was flowing from his right shoulder, and he had vomited so much blood before. On the surface, his aura was no longer comparable to Chen Mo's.
Give up?
This idea was rejected by Feng Lei as soon as it came up. He didn't want to admit defeat: although his situation was not good, it was not so bad that he couldn't fight. His situation was not much better than his own, and his aura was also shrinking.
A lot, if...
"not good."
Feng Lei secretly thought that something was wrong. No wonder this guy hadn't made a move. He was breathing and accumulating strength. As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he stopped thinking about it. The flying sword flew towards Chen Mo again, not wanting to hurt him.
Just don't give him a chance to breathe.
"Why don't you give up yet?"
Chen Mo murmured in a low voice, then rushed towards Feng Lei.
The two flying swords were like two annoying flies hovering around Chen Mo, harassing him from time to time. Looking at Chen Mo who was rushing towards him, Feng Lei also chose to avoid the sharp attack temporarily and quickly retreated.
"Stop him and don't let him have a chance to breathe. He is much weaker now."
Feng Lei shouted while retreating.
Those members of the Yucao Hall also listened to Feng Lei, gathered their troops again and rushed to the last period. Only those who could hold weapons were not left behind. It was a shame that Feng Lei accepted these loyal brothers, otherwise
He was so angry that he had to vomit blood again.
These younger brothers also understand that they are loyal dogs in the eyes of many people in Hongpingyuan. If their boss is defeated, then they will be the group of people who will be eliminated. Even if they are not eliminated, they will be squeezed out here.
Hongpingyuan can't survive. Now they and Feng Lei are grasshoppers on the same rope. They can't watch without contributing, and they can also give their boss a chance to breathe.
Feng Lei and the crowd divided into two groups to attack Chen Mo. The purpose was not to let him rest. This is what Feng Lei had said before the fight started. Here, no one would really fight one-on-one.
Damn it, even if he robs a woman, he will call his friends.
Chen Mo's one-on-one turned into one-on-many again, but this time it was much better than before. Last time, many people were disqualified from action. This time, these people were even more heroic, but they could not stop them.
Stay with Chen Mo’s progress.
Before Feng Lei could take a breath, Chen Mo broke through the siege and came to Feng Lei's eyes.
"Trash."
Feng Lei couldn't help but cursed, and he didn't hide it at all. Those people were lying on the ground anyway, and it was useless even if they resented him.
I was scolded, but I couldn't stop the movement of my hand. My right hand was already injured. Fortunately, I also practiced the left-hand sword in normal times. I threw away the folding fan and picked up the sword. I no longer controlled the flying sword. It was too exhausting. I should go all out first.
Let’s deal with Chen Mo’s attack first.
"Left-handed? I'll use my left-hand as well." During the attack, Qing Yu put his right hand into its sheath and charged forward with the sword in his left hand.
The two clashed again, and the momentum of the two fighting and colliding was much smaller than before. It was not that Chen Mo lacked momentum, but that the strength of Feng Lei, who used the left-handed sword, had dropped by a notch. In Chen Mo's case,
This man with the same left and right hands pressed him step by step and retreated steadily. At this time, Feng Lei was at the end of his strength.
Everyone could see that Feng Lei's defeat was only a matter of time, and they were all preparing for their own Xiao Jiujiu.
Flying chop!
Chen Mo seized the opportunity and knocked off Feng Lei's sword with one strike, then flew over with a slash, leaving another scar on Feng Lei's body.
Feng Lei endured the severe pain of the wound and controlled a flying sword. At this time, he didn't have much energy to control two flying swords with one sword.
Chen Mo's flying slash did not stop. Facing the flying sword that had lost much momentum, Chen Mo had already ignored it and slashed at Feng Lei's body again.
Chen Mo did not continue to use the sword, and the two stood back to back. Feng Lei still wanted to control the flying sword, but his control was already shaky.
"No, I can't lose. If I lose, my family will be gone. I can't go anywhere but here." Feng Lei murmured in a low voice. "Tangmen, it's all you who made me what I am now.
I hate you."
Feng Lei didn't wait for Chen Mo's next attack, but what he waited for was the sound of Chen Mo sheathing his sword.
"You lost."
Chen Mo's voice was so harsh when it reached Feng Lei's ears.
"I didn't lose. As long as I still have breath, I don't lose." Feng Lei roared.
But this hysterical appearance is just a roar of incompetence in the eyes of the audience, and everyone is waiting for him to fall with different thoughts.
Feng Lei caught the shaky flying sword and thought about fighting Chen Mo.
Chen Mo seemed to hear the voices of those people and punched Feng Lei in the abdomen. Feng Lei glared and then collapsed to the ground. Chen Mo didn't kill him. There was no need. Anyway, he would
I lived a few days that were worse than death.
"Hall Master!"
Chen Mo had just taken a few steps when a voice came from a distance, and then a figure came quickly from a distance. What came over was a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man entered the broken battlefield and knelt on one knee in front of Feng Lei.
She hugged him gently and glanced at Feng Lei, who was unconscious, and at Chen Mo who turned around, his eyes full of anger.
Chen Mo glanced at him. This man's aura was much weaker than Feng Lei's, and he was probably only at the second level. Looking at his angry eyes and clenched fists, Chen Mo put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist again.
"Deputy Hall Master, you came back just in time. Hurry up and avenge the Hall Master. This person has also been consumed a lot by the Hall Master."
"Yes, deputy hall master, this is the person who has caused great loss to our Yuzaotang's face. We cannot let him go so easily."
Those halls that were struggling on the ground were shocked when they saw their deputy hall leader coming back.
"Shut up, everyone." The deputy hall master He stopped their voices and looked at Chen Mo and said. "Brother, is this the end of today's matter? If brother still wants to play, we at Yuzaotang have tried our best to
I will die together with my brother."
As he said this, several people were rushing towards him on the street in the distance.
Chen Mo ignored the hand he held on the hilt of the knife, turned around and left, glanced at the words from above, and jumped up.
The deputy hall leader watched Chen Mo leave, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he had no intention of dying together. If Chen Mo chose to use his sword, he would abandon these companions unceremoniously and escape immediately. But fortunately,
People choose to leave.
"Everyone, the show is over. Let's go back to each house to find our mothers-in-law. If you think that Yuzao Hall has an opportunity at this time, you can give it a try." The deputy hall master looked at those around him who were still unwilling to leave.
The man said coldly that he was afraid of Chen Mo, but he was not afraid of these people who had their own agenda.
Those who miss Yuzaotang took a tacit look at it and chose to leave. It might not be easy for them to give up. Without Feng Lei in charge of Yuzaotang, there is only one deputy hall master left. They still have something to do.