692: C692 felt fur

C692 felt fur

As he fought, Chen Mo kept his Golden Sword s. He condensed his shield s and fought with his bare hands.

While training his movement technique, he continued to study the wuqi exercise that was activated by his own body.

One versus four, spinning around and colliding with each other.

The Sword Qi was attacking everywhere, and although Chen Mo's body was quickly covered in wounds, he didn't care in the slightest.

As Yang Xiaohan watched this, he felt heartache for Chen Mo.

Very quickly, Chen Mo's entire body was covered in blood, which made him look like a man made of blood.

The shield was hacked into pieces and condensed again and again. It became firmer and firmer and its strength became stronger and stronger.

Half an hour later, over 30 cultivators flew over.

The leading handsome young man was Zheng Tianhu, smiling brilliantly.

"Young master, run!"

A old man who saw Zheng Tianhu and the others had turned pale with fright, and immediately shouted.

Chen Mo turned his head and with a spin, he punched the old man chest.

In this punch, Chen Mo's fist had already struck out with an illusory, weak light gray fist image.

Although this light gray fist image was extremely weak, it was already similar to a Sword Qi.

Puff ?

old man was struck by a fist and flew out explosively. While flying backwards, he took the chance to slice open Chen Mo's Elemental Energy shield and slashed across his back.

Blood sprayed out from Chen Mo's body as the Elemental Energy s instantly condensed again. Dodging a sword strike of this age, Chen Mo's body spun into the air as he landed a kick away, accompanied by the shadow of a light gray shadow of a foot.

When...

Another middle-aged man blocked with his sword and was knocked back a few steps. The arm felt slightly numb.

He could clearly feel that Chen Mo's attack power was much stronger than before.

"Hahahaha ?"

"You don't even use Magical Items. Xiao Pang, do you think you were just released from Heavenly Demon Treasure Pagoda?"

Zheng Tianhu flew over with his men and laughed out loud. He looked at the people fighting and did not realize the danger that he was in at all.

As for old man's reminder, he did not even take it seriously.

"Young master, quickly leave. They have the Martial King. The Black Robe is the Martial King. The Martial King ?"

The other old man also found an opening and shouted anxiously.

"Pa ?"

old man was still shouting loudly when Chen Mo whipped his large whip leg. A light grey shadow of a leg whipped old man up, and smashed him onto the ground. A bloody mark immediately appeared on his face.

The corners of old man's mouth left a trace of a blood stain as his heart continuously trembled.

Chen Mo didn't use Magical Items s, so why was it that his hands and feet could release the effect of Cultivation Method?

Since ancient times, no one had ever been able to do such a thing.

This time, when Zheng Tianhu heard that there was a Martial King, he was shocked.

If there really was a Martial King, then no matter how many there were, it wouldn't be enough to kill them.

Zheng Tianhu looked at Yang Xiaohan who was wearing a set of black robe, frowned and said: "Go, kill her first!"

Over thirty Jianghu Rangers took out their Magical Items s and charged towards Yang Xiaohan.

Yang Xiaohan instantly released the aura of a fifty level one Martial King, and a six meters long grey Sword Qi swept out. The five middle-aged men who rushed up to him were smashed apart by his sword and died on the spot.

No need to use all her strength, she wanted to lure the eyes of the people behind Zheng Tianhu and kill him together.

No matter who it was, only death dared to provoke her son, Chen Mo.

"AHH!"

It's really the Martial King!

The remaining Jianghu Rangers s all stopped on the spot in fright. Their expressions changed greatly and their hearts trembled.

Facing the Martial King, what were they? If the Martial King really made a move, with just a few rounds, he could kill all of them. This was already a gap that could not be bridged with numbers.

Zheng Tianhu's face suddenly turned extremely ugly as his heartbeat sped up.

He looked at Yang Xiaohan in shock. He couldn't understand why such a strong expert would help Chen Mo.

Zheng Tianhu cupped his fists and said carefully: "Martial King, I am Qingxuan Continent's son, how much money did Chen Pang give you, I am willing to pay twice as much, I am willing to do so, I hope Martial King will give me face!"

"Shut up and fart again, I will smash you, turtle grandchild, with a single slash!"

Yang Xiaohan directly replied to Zheng Tianhu with a few words.

Her main focus was on Chen Mo.

She also could not understand, why was Chen Mo able to use just his physical body, but his fighting strength was so strong, why did he produce such a strong effect?

Zheng Tianhu and the rest, eyes were filled with fear, but they did not dare move, much less escape.

With the Martial King almighty watching them, no matter how fast they were, if they dared to run away, they would definitely die.

However, Zheng Tianhu still sneakily took out the Sound Transmitting Talisman and sent it to his father, telling him where his father was going and that his father should quickly bring some experts to save him.

Otherwise, he would probably die today!

Not long after, another twenty odd Jianghu Rangers s rushed over.

After coming over, Yang Xiaohan did not say a word.

The twenty odd Jianghu Rangers s were all shocked. With Martial King present, they did not dare to act rashly and could only watch the battle between Chen Mo and the others nervously.

Wait and see what's going on.

After an hour of battle, the two old man s and two middle-aged men did not have a single hand left in the first place. They were already severely injured, and after being struck by Chen Mo one after another, the four of them were already at the end of their wits.

They couldn't understand why Chen Mo, who was covered with wounds, would become stronger the more he fought.

Chen Mo's every strike could now turn into a grey shadow.

However, he felt that he was only able to touch a little bit of the skin after releasing his martial arts. He had to continue.0

He also understood that the best way to gain insights into this kind of method was to fight.

Only in battle, between life and death, could one better unleash their potential and true strength.

"Xiao Han, kill them all and release the weakest one!"

Chen Mo stomped on the ground, bounced up into the air, and kicked a old man flying towards Yang Xiaohan as he shouted.

He knew that since the four of them had reached the end of their strength, they wouldn't be able to pose any threat to him. It was impossible for him to kill the four of them, so he could only change them.

"Alright young master!"

Yang Xiaohan promised as he took a step forward and chopped down with his sword. A grey colored Sword Qi cut the incoming old man into two.

After slashing the old man to death, Yang Xiaohan quickly flew over and slashed a few times. Three gray colored Sword Qi cut the other three people into six pieces and they died on the spot.

Yang Xiaohan somersaulted in the air, flying straight in front of Zheng Tianhu and the others.

Zheng Tianhu and the other fifty odd people, all had ugly expressions on their faces!

His eyes were filled with fear.

Yang Xiaohan had given them too much pressure.

Yang Xiaohan looked at the fifty or so people and said: "Release the auras of your strength for Aunt now!"

The fifty or so people immediately released their aura of power obediently. Yang Xiaohan looked at the weakest of the thirteen young samurai, and said: "It's your turn, go and fight my Young Master right now!"

The young man's body slightly trembled and his heart trembled.

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