Xiang Ling and her companions hurried towards the scene. They heard the fierce fighting there from a long way away, and just saw the third floor of the gambling building explode, but they couldn't see clearly.
status.
"Look, look, it's all your fault. There's a raging war there." Xiang Ling's companions complained, and their steps were a few steps faster. Their only practice was to jump directly onto the roof to find him.
Xiang Ling felt a little guilty because she wasted a little time because of her petty thoughts. Instead of arguing with her complaining companion, she looked towards the gambling house.
As they were moving forward, they saw a thin figure attacking the fat figure. After a while, both of them fell downstairs.
When they managed to get to a slightly distant location to watch, they saw the man on the ground moving against the monk who had broken the precepts again.
"Yes, it's him!??" Xiang Ling couldn't believe her eyes.
"What is he? Look, they are fighting again!"
...
"Haha, the fourth knife, the ground cracks!!"
Chen Mo sneered, released Qing Yu's handle with his palm, and grasped the other knife at his waist. He twisted his body again. At the same time, the blade was unsheathed. As the blade was unsheathed inch by inch, the force of the knife also increased.
Every inch of the skyrocketed.
After turning around in a circle, the blade was completely unsheathed, and the sword's power reached its peak, slashing towards the broken monk who couldn't believe it.
The audience also saw Chen Mo abandon his sword, pull out another one, turn around and see an illusory sword slashing towards the monk who broke the precepts.
"Bang!"
In an instant, dust flew up, covering both of them, and then a long crack suddenly appeared on the street, which was cut by the illusory sword.
"So strong!!"
"how's it going?!"
"Damn this dust again."
Perhaps God sensed the enthusiasm and anxiety of the audience. With a flick of his hand, a gust of wind came and blew away the dust and mist that had just been stirred up.
At this time, people only saw the two of them standing on the ground, only a foot away from each other. The broken monk was not knocked down by Chen Mo. They only saw an illusory big bell covering him on his body, slowly rotating, and if there was
If not.
The originally clasped hands turned into interlocked fists, and a touch of bright red flowed from the corners of the mouth.
On Chen Mo's side, his right hand was hanging down, and blood was flowing out of his sleeve. It was dripping to the ground along the fist holding the handle of the knife, and his fist was still trembling slightly.
Only the hilt is left on the handle, and the blade has disappeared. There is only a little bit of broken blade left at the handle. I know that it was sacrificed in that blow just now.
"What kind of move is this? Such a powerful move is blocked!!"
"It seems that the two swordsmen are in danger."
"Well done, Boss!"
Some people were happy and some were worried. The momentum just now really made many people stunned. They originally thought that with this move, the outcome would be decided.
"Haha, the poor monk is still more skilled. I have to admit it. If you use this move like this, you are really better than the old man. Even the poor monk did not expect to use it like this, but..." The monk who broke the precepts opened his hands.
With his palm, the illusory bell disappeared from his body. "That's the end of it for you."
"Tathagata Palm!"
Chen Mo also shrank his pupils, ignoring the injuries caused by his weird big clock, and grabbed Qing Yu who was tied up next to him with his left hand. As soon as Qing Yu got it, the opponent's palm hit him
Chen Mo's internal organs seemed to be churning with the huge strength, and his vision almost went dark.
However, the palm did not end. The monk's two palms were waving, one palm after another. The palms were released quickly and alternately, and each attack was very powerful.
Chen Mo, who was hit by the first palm, was hit by the second palm before he hit the ground, followed by the third palm and the fourth palm.
The palm movements of the broken monk gradually became weaker, but the speed of the palm movement became faster and faster. There was a pause before, but now it is almost seamless.
Chen Mo was hit by the monk who broke the rules and flew to the gambling house. The monk's palm also blasted the door of the gambling house into pieces.
"Chen Mo!" Yan Yu stood up suddenly and was pulled back by Chai Da.
"Do it well and don't fall."
"Go and help him. I owe you a favor."
"You little brat, what's the use of favors?" Chai Da was amused by Yan Yu's words. She really thought that favors can be owed. "Even if I want to help, Chen Mo won't."
agree."
"He was almost beaten to death by that bald man, and you don't care whether he agrees or not!"
"I don't believe he's still alive. He knew he couldn't beat him and wouldn't run away. Running away is not a shameful thing." Chai Da pulled Yan Yu to sit down. She was really afraid that she would fall.
The monk who broke the precepts suddenly stopped his palm movements, jumped up with his fat body, and rushed towards the inside of the gambling building.
Just when people thought that Chen Mo would be beaten violently in the gambling building, the monk who broke the rules had just rushed to the door, and a fierce knife rushed out from inside, directly hitting the monk who broke the rules.
The monk who broke the vows took several steps back. Before he could regain his balance, a shadow rushed out from inside. The light of the sword streaked across the monk's chest. After the black shadow passed, a bloody mark was left on his chest.
Chen Mo made a powerful and heavy flying swallow from the gambling house, knocking the broken monk away, and then flew out with a flying slash. After passing by, he turned around, touched the ground with three feet, glided for a few steps and stabilized his body. Just now
He stopped and vomited several mouthfuls of blood.
Chen Mo's dizzy eyes made him bite the tip of his tongue, which relieved the dizziness a lot.
After kicking his legs and leaving two footprints, Chen Mo rushed towards the monk who broke the precepts again. The flying sword just hurt him and let Chen Mo know that his aura was not as strong as before. Everyone was at the point.
In the desperate stage, whoever retreats first will be the loser.
"Tiger fang!"
Chen Mo, holding a knife in one hand, turned into a tiger with only sharp teeth and bit the monk who broke the precepts.
"The poor monk will break one of your teeth, Ba Quan!"
The monk who broke the precepts punched out.
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise, and the punch and the knife only made contact for a moment, and then separated, and both of them were pushed back a few steps.
At this time, Chen Mo was already drawing the sword into its sheath. Without any pause, he attacked again, taking advantage of the weakness of his indestructible body to continue to consume him.
"Feiyan!"
A series of flying swallows flew out from his waist and flew towards the monk who broke the precepts.
"Tathagata Palm!"
The monk who broke the precepts did not choose to resist forcefully, or as Chen Mo said, his body-protecting vajra really could not support his squandering at will.
"Ah~!"
"Ah~!"
Both of them let out low roars.
The explosion sound of "bang bang bang~" was heard, which made people dazzled.
Everyone said nothing, watching them confront each other quietly, feeling the momentum they burst out, and understanding.
After a moment, both of them saw each other's crazy look. Chen Mo handed out his last knife, and the monk who broke the ring also sent out his last palm. They both made a tacit understanding not to attack each other's moves, and both struck.
on the other party's body.
Chen Mo was hit on the right side of his body by a palm. There was a "ding" sound, and the tip of Chen Mo's knife slid out and touched the ground. He stabilized his body and another mouthful of blood spurted out. At this time, he had internal injuries.
It's already quite heavy.
Chen Mo's last attack also struck his opponent, but did not achieve satisfactory results. Of course, these people were only those who supported Chen Mo.
The current audience could see from the situation that Chen Mo himself was on the verge of failure. He vomited a lot of blood while chatting, and one of his hands was hanging down like a cripple.
On the other hand, the monk who broke the precepts was a little tired and suffered many stab wounds on his body, but not even fatal injuries, not even serious injuries.
What else can Chen Mo compare with the monk who broke the precepts now?
"Hey, Scarhead, leave this kid with a breath and leave it to me. I won't bother you anymore." The jade-faced fox looked excitedly at Chen Mo, who was about to lose. It was this guy who let him eat it yesterday.
A hidden loss, and this debt must be recovered.
Everyone felt sorry for Chen Mo's final outcome. If he had escaped before, there was still a chance, but now he was targeted by the old fox again. Even if the monk let him go now, the old fox would not let him go. Of course, the premise is
He wanted the middle-aged man who looked at his companion but didn't feel like it to interfere.
"Go through it, you, the poor monk's prey, don't fucking interfere." The monk who broke the precepts scolded his mother and refused.
Chai Da narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Chen Mo who seemed to be panting, and said to himself: "How come this kid still has true energy flowing out of his Qi Realm? How much true energy does he contain?!"
The monk who broke the precept was also one step slower than Chaida, but he still noticed the flow of breath in Chen Mo's body.
"Burn the boat?! The poor monk won't give you this chance!"
As he spoke, the weak breath in his body was flowing, and his Qi Realm was also desperately squeezing the true energy inside to flow into his body.
"Something's wrong!"
Some people have already reacted, and they found that the momentum of the two people was rising again.
"They can still fight?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chen Mo leaping towards the top of the broken monk. The broken monk also took action at this time, blasting out with a palm. Chen Mo had no defense. Maybe he had made a desperate move, but he was still a step too slow and failed to use it.
Use your own charged blow.
"Guh~"
Chen Mo was holding the knife on the back of his left hand and resting his right hand on his left arm. Before the knife could be cut, he was hit by the monk who broke the commandment. A large mouthful of blood spurted out and he was knocked into the air. His eyes were dazed for a moment, but on the tip of his tongue
After the sting, he regained his clarity.
"End it, Dual Swordsman!" Looking at Chen Mo flying into the air, the palm power in the hands of the monk was concentrated, and he was going to give Chen Mo the final blow.
"It's you who should end it!"
Chen Mo's eyes suddenly shone with light, and he was full of momentum.
Looking at Chen Mo who seemed to be returning to his original state of mind, the broken monk felt the danger, which was even more dangerous than the ground cracking caused by the previous sword. He suddenly changed his attack to defense. He had a premonition that if he didn't defend, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. Even if he was seriously injured, he couldn't accept it.
His hands suddenly closed together, and his fingers intertwined into fists.
"The Bell Jar!"
The big bell of nothingness was instantly on his body, covering his whole body.
At the same time, Chen Mo also took action, twisting his body in mid-air, and swung the sword with his left hand under the support of his right hand.