(Uh, boring. I don’t know if I can bring my cut off brother back...)
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Chen Mo? I have never heard of it. When did the world have such a famous figure? Damn it, living in a small place, the emperor is as far away as the emperor is high, but the news has become blocked.
The Eight-foot Dragon King frowned and looked at the young man who called himself Chen Mo, thinking.
Is he here for this person?
The Eight-foot Dragon King thought of the situation at this time. He only took action at this time. It was probably for the sake of the people in the cage. Otherwise, he would not have waited until this time to take action. Or did he have a deeper purpose? At this time, the person in charge of Chilong Island
There are all the people here, is he waiting for this opportunity, there are no others here as fast as me, kill them all, and replace the island leader? What a joke, even if he kills all of them, can he replace the island leader? Who kills
No one can say for sure.
"No matter what your purpose is, you can't get out of here." The Eight-foot Dragon King said sadly.
"Yes, I don't intend to let you see the sky outside. This tomb is quite suitable for you. I am good enough to you. It will be used as the food expenses for us on Chilong Island these days." Chen Mo
The corner of his mouth curled up, but there was no smile. He turned the Qingyu in his hand.
"Up!" The Eight-foot Dragon King's black pupils condensed, and he shouted sharply. Although Er Fengmu was killed by him, his side was still outnumbered.
The three of them attacked Chen Mo from three directions. The two people who were left behind in the dungeon were nervously posing in the distance, pretending to be loyal to all their lives, and they were walking in tandem. This was them.
desired effect.
Chen Mo threw one hand back, and a gust of wind suddenly appeared, wrapping Zhaodi and Jiaojiao and floating back for a distance. Before the two women could marvel, they were hit by another wind wave. Zhaodi took a step back.
His hand was still holding Jiao Jiao's neck, and his eyes were staring at Chen Mo without blinking. This was a rare moment for Chen Mo to hold a knife.
The knife that Zhao Di used under Chen Mo's leadership was not that she liked it, but she was used to it since she was exposed to knives from the beginning, and she became comfortable with it naturally. Moreover, the knives she used before were all those brought by Chen Mo.
Then she thought that Chen Mo must be very good at using a knife. For her own goals, she certainly didn't want to miss how powerful the owner of the knife she used before was. After following him for so long, it was as if he had never been serious.
At this time, Zhao Di saw a hint of excitement in Chen Mo's eyes.
After removing the two women from the surrounding area, Chen Mo received a swipe in his hand, and a sword suddenly flew out. It appeared slowly, but the moment after it appeared, it flew toward Sifengmu with lightning speed.
Si Fengmu's consciousness was faster than his own body, which was why he was most helpless and desperate. He knew that the sword was coming but he could not avoid it. It could be said that he was helplessly watching the sword strike his body.
In the last moment when his consciousness disappeared, he saw a strange scene of himself being cut in half.
While the blood was still splashing, Chen Mo's figure disappeared from the sight of the Eight-foot Dragon King. This man, who had a head of less than five feet but had the title of Eight-foot Dragon King, felt nervous, and suddenly felt the urge to show off his back.
At this moment, he was unaware of the other party's whereabouts.
The perception of the three realms is not necessarily able to lock the opponent's aura. If it exceeds the range of one's perception or the opponent's strength crushes one's own, such a situation will occur, just like the superior person overwrites or invalidates the advantage of the inferior person.
Therefore, the hair on the back of the Eight-foot Dragon King was just an instinctive fear of unknown dangers, but it felt wrong. Chen Mo did not appear behind his quilt, so his counterattack failed.
Chen Mo appeared next to the last person in the cave's not-so-bright environment, and a cold voice came out: "Last time, your kick was meant to kill me. Let me teach you what a fatal kick is."
foot."
The last time Chen Mo came to visit, he was threatened by a few of them. This visit had murderous intent. He didn't know if he had offended his cronies or old friends, but it didn't matter at this time.
Chen Mo's knife didn't come out, and he swept the man's waist with his kick. The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. The whole person folded horizontally, and then hit the hard stone wall of the cave like a meteor from the sky, and the whole person was embedded in it.
.
"despair"
"Wow~"
Chen Mo landed and the stones on the cave wall were scattered. A moment later, after these sounds disappeared, the cave became completely quiet. In an instant, three of the three people who admired or feared Chilong Island died in front of Chen Mo.
Under the "three punches and two kicks", except for the Eight-foot Dragon King, the two cave guards and Jiao Jiao all looked at this indifferent young man with pale faces.
Jiaojiao was the most surprised. It turned out that the person she had been with for so many days was a really strong person. It turned out that if he wanted to crush her to death, it would be easier than the Eight-foot Dragon King to kill herself. Now she, even if she is not recruited
With Di holding him hostage, he no longer had any thoughts of escaping. In front of such a person, staying obedient is the wisest choice.
Too fast.
Zhao Di suspected that her eyes were blind at that moment, otherwise why couldn't she see Chen Mo's movements clearly, not even a single one.
Chen Mo looked at the eight-foot Dragon King who took two steps back. He held the knife in his hand at an angle, looked at him and said, "You want to win over him? Then don't say it, I'm not interested."
Chen Mo's words blocked what the Eight-foot Dragon King wanted to say. In the claustrophobic environment, he couldn't go anywhere. The only exit was behind Chen Mo. He didn't have the ability to break out of the ground. He seemed embarrassed.
came to a standstill.
Scarlet blood slid down Qing Yu's cold-glowing blade and dripped to the ground, but it didn't make the slightest sound, unable to break the awkward atmosphere.
"What on earth are you going to do?" The Eight-foot Dragon King couldn't stand such an atmosphere. From just now, he judged that he was by no means a match for this person. He was too strong. He had only experienced such momentum from Yaksha, but Yaksha was different.
He was frightened, at least in front of this young man, he could still speak.
"I don't need to tell you." Chen Mo said coldly.
The eight-foot dragon king was unwilling to stretch his neck to be chopped by others. Even before an ant was trampled to death by an elephant, he would resist. He raised the weapon in his hand and rushed towards Chen Mo. Of course, he did not think that he would not win.
hope.
The scarlet eyes were like a hair in heat, oh, no, like a hysterical beast that flew towards Chen Mo. At the same time, the life-threatening and driven true energy in the body emitted from the body and turned into strong winds, in this cave.
Crazy wandering.
It's not that the eight-foot dragon king doesn't know where to use his strength, it's that the power he forced out is too much and he can't control it. He also knows that this behavior is stupid, but if he wants to get a chance of survival in front of the person in front of him, he must put it aside.
Death comes to life.
The wind stirred up a lot of dust and debris, causing Zhao Di and Jiao Jiao, two weak women, to subconsciously cover their eyes with their arms. Even so, Zhao Di did not let go of Jiao Jiao's hand.
The two of them took two steps back under the pressure of the strong wind, and heard a clanging sound that hurt their eardrums.
The Eight-foot Dragon King struck Chen Mo with a strike. Chen Mo held the sword at the crossbar. The opponent's strike did not use too many bells and whistles, it was just a slashing blow. Chen Mo understood that the opponent wanted to use all his strength to force him to reveal his neutral position.
, a gap where you can escape.
Therefore, Chen Mo did not intend to avoid it and directly confronted him head-on.
At this moment, the eyes of the Eight-foot Dragon King were excited, like a drowning man seeing a straw floating on the water.
However, a straw cannot save a drowning person.
The next moment, after the four eyes met, the eyes of the Eight-foot Dragon King became desperate. The person in front of him did not tremble at all, and his eyes were calm, as if he was laughing at himself.
"Okay, it's over." Chen Mo's faint voice reached the other party's ears, and he stepped with his right foot, leaving a foot-deep dent in the original position, which was left by the force of the confrontation between the two.
A spark appeared, and after that, the Eight-foot Dragon King flew out with a "whoosh", twisting his body very quickly and flying in a straight line in mid-air. He also pulled away most of the dust he had previously caused.
There was a "bang" sound, and something hit the cave wall.
At the same time, with a sound of "Qing", Chen Mo sheathed his sword and looked towards the direction of the cell. Many of the torches around the cave had been blown out by the wind just now. Some torches farther away and some strong ones were blown out by the wind.
The torch, which was about to go out, flickered for a few times, then burned brightly again, illuminating the dim room twice as brightly.
The two guards guarding the cell clasped their hands and slumped on the ground like women, with their heads pressed together, tears streaming down their faces. They didn't know if the wet water stain where they were sitting belonged to them.
Tears flowed out.
Chen Mo ignored the disgusting two people and walked straight to the cell where a dead man was being held.
"Gulu"
The two women swallowed at the same time, and Jiaojiao realized at this moment what kind of killing god she was serving these days. Those big shots from Chilong Island who usually had this fear in front of him
How vulnerable he was. Thinking back to the scene where this person was humiliated by several people on the day he came to visit, it was as if he had imagined it and never happened.
It was also the first time for Zhao Di to see such a strong Chen Mo. No wonder he had been calm before "attacking the camp". All of this was because this person didn't take those people seriously at all.
Chen Mo ignored the expressions of the two women, walked to the cell, and looked at the man in the shadows. Although he was slovenly and skinny with only bones left, he must have had a burly figure before.
"Are you dead?" Chen Mo said lightly.
"Cough cough haha cough ha..." The man coughed and laughed at the same time. He seemed to have accumulated some strength, and then said intermittently: "The Palace of Hell... left... once, I... I... again...