On the altar of the country, the Yellow Spring River summoned by Mo Han was still flowing slowly in mid-air. There was no sign of falling, but it had no tendency to disappear either.
Looking at Yin Zhao lying on the ground, only seriously injured but still alive, Mo Han sighed in his heart and regretted not killing Yin Zhao.
In fact, from the very beginning when Sha Yuwei and his team were asked to leave until Mo Han flew up in the air and shouted for him to break through the Blood Sacrifice Formation, it was a game, a game against bad omens.
Mo Han was gambling, betting that Yin Zhao would know the secrets about the Sesame Blade that others didn't know, gambling that Yin Zhao would know the seven kills of the SesshÅblade, and knowing the horror of the seven kills, so he set up this trap against Yin Zhao. Mo Han even used the Samsara Flame
They had all been used, but the spear in Yin Zhao's hand was too weak to withstand the ravages of the reincarnation inflammation, and it collapsed in an instant, causing Mo Han to only seriously injure Yin Zhao.
Yin Zhao struggled to stand up from the ground. Although Mo Han's punch was heavy, it could be seen that the punch was in a hurry and he did not use all his strength. At the same time, one of his treasures automatically protected the owner and unloaded the heavy blow for him.
Part of the force, so now he only feels that his forehead is splitting, and most of the injuries were caused by falling from a high altitude.
"What a plan!" Yin Zhao took out a healing elixir and swallowed it, suppressing the injuries in his body. His face gradually turned rosy. He already understood that from the time he stopped Zhou Yingyi and others from letting them go, Mo Han started
A plan was laid out to kill him.
"I really want to know how you made your fate so real that you not only deceived my eyes, but also deceived my consciousness and feelings."
If Yin Zhao still doesn't understand that the plume of death above Mo Han's head is an illusion, he will be in vain to be a cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
The Death to Hell recorded in historical records is extremely overbearing and powerful, but it also requires the support of the caster's massive Yuan Power. With Mo Han's mere cultivation in the Golden Core stage, even if the Yuan Power is several times deeper, it is impossible to cast it like this
Calm and simple, it lasts so long.
Mo Han didn't answer Yin Zhao. He smiled strangely and swooped down towards Yin Zhao with the killing blade in hand.
Yin Zhao's first reaction was to retreat, as far away as possible. After calming down, he found that although the surrounding scenery was familiar to him, there was always a feeling that something was wrong here, and he could not follow Mo.
Han fights hard, otherwise it will be him who suffers.
Mo Han's speed was extremely fast, and he arrived in front of Yin Zhao in the blink of an eye. His right hand holding the killing blade kept stabbing at Yin Zhao's vitals all over his body. His left hand without a weapon was holding a half-clenched fist, constantly calling out to Yin Zhao.
On Zhao's limbs.
Although Yin Zhao's most advantageous weapon was destroyed in the battle just now, his reaction was not slow at all. He held a small shield in his left hand to resist the attack of Mo Han's killing blade. He also held a fist in his right hand and fought with Mo Han.
Han's left fists collided with each other.
After hundreds of moves, Mo Han's attacks were as fierce as ever, but Yin Zhao could only deal with them passively and tiredly.
As time went on, Yin Zhao found that his limbs were in great pain, and the flesh and blood had even broken apart in several places, revealing the dense white bones. All of these broken flesh and blood were caused by Mo Han's fist falling on him, and he was beaten directly.
Explosive.
Only by truly fighting hand-to-hand with Mo Han can we understand how terrifying Mo Han's body is.
At the beginning, Yin Zhao could keep up with Mo Han's rhythm. He could catch every blow from Mo Han, although it was very difficult to catch every blow. But after counting dozens of moves, Yin Zhao appeared.
A terrible fact is that Mo Han's body is too strong and his fists are too heavy.
Every time Yin Zhao punched, he would wrap his fist with Yuan Li, but when his fist collided with Mo Han's, the Yuan Li wrapping his fist was directly exploded, followed by fists and fists.
of collision.
Even though most of the power of Mo Han's fist was removed by Yuanli every time, Yin Zhao still felt that the bones on his arm were creaking every time they came into contact, as if they would break in the next second.
If Yin Zhao's right hand and Mo Han's left hand are the collision of power, then the shield held by Yin Zhao's left hand and Mo Han's right hand holding the killing blade are the collision of moves.
Mo Han held the killing blade in his right hand and used strange moves. Every time, it would stab his vitals from unexpected places. Moreover, every time the killing blade was swung, it would bring out a fierce aura of violence.
This vicious energy was like tarsal maggots, constantly burrowing into Yin Zhao's body, stirring the blood in his body, as if trying to squeeze all the blood out of Yin Zhao's body.
Not only did Yin Zhao have to concentrate on suppressing the injuries in his body, he also had to carefully avoid the vicious energy of the killing blade. If he accidentally let the vicious energy penetrate into his body, he would immediately go all out to clear it out.
As a result, the movements of Yin Zhao's two hands are inevitably affected from time to time. The right hand that resists Mo Han's fist can be slowed down, but the left hand that resists Mo Han's killing blade cannot be slowed down. Once the killing blade falls on him,
Even if you close your eyes, you can imagine the outcome.
Therefore, many times, when the anger invades the body and affects the movements of both hands, Yin Zhao subconsciously chooses to slow down his right hand, preferring to be hit by Mo Han's fist rather than hit by the sharp tip of the killing blade.
As a result of being punched by Mo Han, Yin Zhao's limbs are now sore and weak, and it is difficult to even lift his arms, and he relies on a breath of air to hold them up.
There were many times when Yin Zhao wanted to distance himself from Mo Han. Instead of engaging in hand-to-hand combat with Mo Han, he preferred the more advantageous long-distance battle, using Yuan Li and spells.
Imagination is beautiful, but reality is skinny. Mo Han has been practicing close combat since he was a child. He is not proficient in it now, but it is not comparable to Yin Zhao.
After hundreds more moves, Yin Zhao finally couldn't hold on any longer and was punched hard in the chest by Mo Han.
puff.
Yin Zhao spurted out another mouthful of blood, and the suppressed injuries in his body suddenly exploded. He was lying on the ground and couldn't stand up.
At this moment, Yin Zhao didn't know how many bones in his body were intact, and how many bones were without cracks. Anyway, he was sure that his entire right hand was useless, and all the bones collided with Mo Han's fist.
The entire process was broken, or broken into pieces.
Mo Han's killing blade did not fall on Yin Zhao. It's not that Mo Han didn't want to kill Yin Zhao, but Cha Fengchen was in Yin Zhao's hands. Mo Han didn't even know where he was now. So Mo Han had to know the location of Cha Fengchen first.
, just take it away when you go out later, don't waste time looking for it, otherwise things will change if it's too late.
Yin Zhao was lying on the ground, breathing heavily. Even if he could resist, he would not resist. Fighting hand-to-hand with a monster like Mo Han was not something a human could do.
"Can you tell me what state your physical cultivation has reached?" Yin Zhao took out a spiritual weapon from the storage bag, placed it on the ground, struggled to sit up, leaned on it, and looked at each step towards him.
Mo Han walked over and asked.
"Later embryonic stage." Mo Han steadied his breathing. After beating for so long, even his body felt a little tired. After all, it's not just one or two strokes. You can wave your arms a thousand times in a row to see if you are tired.
Yin Zhao was still breathing heavily, and said intermittently: "It's not like that, it's not like that, even a monster beast in the late embryonic stage is not physically as strong as you."
Mo Han squatted beside Yin Zhao, playing with the killing blade: "Aren't you ready to resist?"
Yin Zhao shook his head: "I'm too tired, let's take a break and talk again."
"Then let's discuss something during the break?" Mo Han said seriously while looking at Yin Zhao.
Mo Han felt that he was really serious. At least he didn't laugh or threaten. He really just wanted to discuss it.
There is no inextricable hatred between him and Yin Zhao. Yin Li is dead. After he goes out, he kills Yin Tianyou and Yin Chuan. The hatred between him and Xuan Ye Kingdom has disappeared since then, so he feels that he has nothing to do with Yin Zhao.
There is no need to distinguish between life and death between two people.
Of course, if we can't reach an agreement on this matter, then maybe we can only decide between life and death.
"Are you serious?" Yin Zhao asked, looking at Mo Han's expression.
"Yes."
"Is there anyone like you who would beat someone half to death and then come back to discuss things?"
"At least you are still alive, but Yin Li is dead, and Yin Tianyou and Yin Chuan are not far away."
"Are you threatening me?"
"You can also understand this. We don't have much time, so just tell us your choice."
"Can't I choose?"
"Can't!"
"Then I choose not to discuss it."
"Congratulations, you made a very wise decision."
Mo Han stood up, put away the killing blade, moved his muscles and bones, put both hands on Yin Zhao's calves, effortlessly picked up Yin Zhao, and threw it to the ground.
There are many ways to force a confession, and Mo Han is proficient in many of them. However, those methods all depend on the mood and are time-consuming. Mo Han is in a bad mood now and does not want to waste time, so he chooses the roughest and most violent method.
The most convenient and time-saving one.
Bang, bang, bang.
Bang, bang, bang.
Bang, bang, bang.
Mo Han wielded the evil omen like a big stick and kept hitting the ground, once, twice, three times without any pause.
Yin Zhao has lost the qualification to resist, but his treasured shield still has power, or in other words, it still has a little qualification.
This shield is a spiritual treasure given to Yin Zhao by the young people who came to the Dead Leaf Continent. It is made from the shell of a ten-thousand-year-old turtle that is about to die. At the same time, it regains the soul of the old turtle and makes the old turtle
The turtle willingly became the soul of this shield.
At this time, it is this shield that is protecting Yin Zhao. Whenever Yin Zhao's body is about to fall to the ground, the shield will appear under Yin Zhao appropriately, removing most of the gravity and preventing the gravity from falling on him.
Yin Zhao's body, otherwise with the condition of Yin Zhao's body, his life will be dispersed here at most two times.
Despite this, Yin Zhao still felt like the world was spinning, and his internal organs were about to be shaken out. It was very uncomfortable. All the things in his stomach that could be vomited had been vomited out, and the bitter water was almost gone, but he still vomited again.