Looking at Gou Wai's arrogant appearance, Mo Han sneered, but said nothing and quietly watched Gou Wai walking over.
"Boy, are you scared? Have you given up resistance? Do you now know the difference between ordinary people and monks?"
From the first time he killed someone, he liked to see others trembling and fearful under his spiritual weapon hacksaw, because it made him extremely excited and gave him a huge sense of accomplishment. Especially when listening to the spiritual weapon
When the hacksaw cut through the human body bit by bit, the feeling of satisfaction made him extremely excited and fascinated.
Therefore, every time he kills someone, he will give up long-range attacks and choose close combat. In his opinion, Mo Han is just an ordinary person. For an ordinary person, he doesn't even need to prepare anything, nor use magic to beat Mo Han until he can't resist.
At this point, just carry the spiritual weapon hacksaw and go straight up.
"It seems that you have killed many innocent people, and every person who died in your hands did not have a good outcome." Looking at the cruel smile on Gou Wai's mouth and the excited eyes of Gou Wai,
Mo Han seemed to see through Gou Wai's entire body, squinting his eyes and speaking indifferently.
"Hehe, you will feel it later, don't worry." The smile on Guwai's face was already distorted, and you can imagine how excited he was.
When Fang Tianlong and Gou Wai were shouting in front of the Wen Mansion, they were not far from the Wen Mansion gate, and after Mo Han came out, he deliberately took a few steps outside. Therefore, Gou Wai carried his spiritual weapon hacksaw, in order to
In order to satisfy his perverted psychology, although he could slow down his speed, he still quickly arrived in front of Mo Han.
"Boy, are you ready to die? Or have you thought about how to die first? Don't worry, I will tell you what the real art of death is!" Gowai came to Mo Han carrying the spiritual weapon hacksaw.
He leaned forward, as if looking down at Mo Han.
Mo Han shook his head: "I don't know, but I know that death is definitely not a good thing, so I don't want to die, but I don't know if you want to die?"
"I have always let others die, and no one has dared to ask me if I want to die. In order to reward you for being the first person to ask, I have decided to make your life worse than death, so that you can experience the art of death.
"
Although Gowai wanted to let Mo Han experience the art of death, he was not stupid. Seeing that Mo Han had always been confident, even calmer than him, and had not made any move from beginning to end, Gowai was not at all wary.
Quite a few.
Buzz.
As soon as Guwai's voice fell, the hacksaw he carried on his shoulder struck at Mo Han's forehead at an extremely fast speed.
The sound of the hacksaw cutting through the air was not only like a sword cutting iron like clay, but it also carried a soul attack and attacked Mo Han together.
Looking at the hacksaw flashing in the sun with a cold light, no one doubted the power of this hacksaw. Even some of the people watching had closed their eyes, not wanting to see Mo Han being split into two by the hacksaw.
Half a tragic look.
"Young hero, be careful." Wen Hong had been watching everything going on in Gou Wai. Although he was an ordinary person, he had always been wary, so when Gou Wai's arm just moved, Wen Hong let out a startled sound.
Phew, quickly stood in front of Mo Han.
This was not an act, Wen Hong sincerely wanted to use his own body to block the blow for Mo Han. Although he sighed a little in his heart, secretly blaming Mo Han for being too young, careless, and even a little arrogant, but
He still didn't want this blow to hurt Mo Han. After all, the Wen family still needed Mo Han's help, and Mo Han was the Wen family's only hope at this time.
The pupils of Gowai's eyes were dilated, and his face was full of excitement. He looked at the falling hacksaw excitedly, wanting to see the results of his blow with his own eyes for the first time. As for Wen Hong standing in front of Mo Han, Gowai not only didn't
Changing the trajectory of the hacksaw made him more and more excited. In his opinion, letting Mo Han experience the art of death alone was not satisfying at all. Now that Wen Hong had taken the initiative to join in, it was just the right pair.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily." Gowai looked at Wen Hong, who had closed his eyes, and said grimly.
"If you say he dies, will he die?" Mo Han looked at Guwai with a sneer on his face. He stretched out an arm that seemed to be slow, but in fact it was very fast, just in front of Wen Hong's head, and pinched it gently.
Caught the tip of the hacksaw.
"You!" He was not surprised to see Mo Han holding his hacksaw with his hands. He thought that Mo Han was a strong man among ordinary people, or a martial artist among ordinary people. His blow just now, it seemed that
He seemed majestic, but in fact he did not use the power of a monk. He just used his own power to chop a hacksaw. After all, he was afraid that if he used the power of a monk, Mo Han and Wen Hong would be chopped into pieces.
, that would be meaningless.
The outsider sneered: "Hey, I was just teasing you just now. Now is the real beginning. Get ready to face death!"
Gowai did not withdraw the spiritual weapon hacksaw from Mo Han's hand, but directly input the energy in his body into the hacksaw.
With the spiritual weapon hacksaw injected with Yuanli, it immediately bloomed with bright light, like a lion waking up from its sleep after a long sleep.
"Let go." The outsider yelled angrily, and the arm holding the hacksaw shook slightly, trying to shake Mo Han's hand holding the hacksaw away.
According to Gai Wai's expectation, when he went down, the best outcome would be that Mo Han's arm would be completely broken, and the worst outcome would be that the entire arm would turn into meat and fly out directly.
But what Gou Wai expected did not happen. No matter how much force Gou Wai used, no matter how Gou Wai drove his spiritual weapon, the spiritual weapon, the hacksaw, was firmly pinched by Mo Han's two fingers and did not move at all.
"Didn't you have breakfast? Or is it that the Blue Blood Sect and Fang Tianlong are so poor that they don't even give you a full meal, so they let you go out to work?" Mo Han looked at the outside of the house jokingly, with a sneer on his face:
"Hurry up and use your strength to drink milk, otherwise you may not be able to achieve the effect you imagined today."
Gou Wai held the spiritual weapon hacksaw with both hands, and input all the energy in his body into the hacksaw, spread his legs, and shouted again: "Open it!"
A shocking thing happened again. The hacksaw remained motionless. There was nothing strange about Mo Han's two fingers holding the hacksaw. It was as if he was not holding the hacksaw, a spiritual weapon outside the body, but a pair of chopsticks for eating. He felt relaxed.
random.
On the other hand, outside, her face was flushed, and big drops of sweat were streaming down her forehead. It seemed that just as Mo Han said, even with all the strength she exerted to drink milk, Mo Han's two inconspicuous fingers were not removed.
The hacksaw shook open.
"Look, I just said you can't do it. Do you understand now?" Mo Han gently pushed Wen Hong away, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the outside with a smile on his face.