Mr. Yangui

Chapter 562 Chapter Five Sixty-two Inexplicable
huh, huh, huh...

Mo Tongfu used his usual triple chop.

The routines on the battlefield can be used to open the way, and can also be used to force back a strong enemy. It is not so subtle, but its power is not trivial.

On Feng Yi's battlefield in the past, Mo Tong defeated many Hanshui Gang experts in three consecutive battles, and also had a glorious deed of cutting a bloody path with three swords, so he was very confident that he would catch Qiao Lue by surprise.

The extremely powerful wind of the knife rushed towards Qiao Lue's back, which made Qiao Lue feel great pressure immediately. With his eighth-level elementary ability, he had to dodge in a misplaced position, not daring to block his sharp edge.

To be honest, it's not that he can't bear it, but that the situation is critical now, he shouldn't consume too much, and at the same time, he is secretly anxious.

This Mo Tong has made a move, so will Li Wuchang and Jiang Minglun also make a move soon?
At this time, there was no time to think about it, because the wind of the knife was about to hit him.

Qiao slightly restrained himself, dodged the first two strikes of Mo Tong's sword, moved a few steps to the left, and stabbed straight with his sword.

Fight with energy!

Mo Tong's third saber wind collided with Qiao Lue's sword energy, and there was a muffled sound. He was shocked back a few steps, and the energy entered his body. Immediately, he felt chest tightness, felt like vomiting blood, and screamed loudly.

"Sure enough, it's a hard idea, Brother Qiao, come and learn from me!"

Mo Tong quickly dissipated the energy that entered his body, raised the knife and went up again, swept across the path, jumped up half a foot, and slashed at Qiao Lue's Tianling Gai with a knife, extremely brave.

Brother Qiu and the others had been under the pressure of Qiao Lue all the time, and they were struggling with their own resilience. Mo Tong inserted halfway, which greatly relieved their pressure. In that instant, their momentum increased sharply, and they all grabbed Qiao Lue Taking the opportunity to step back a little, he took a few steps forward, and all of them resorted to house-keeping killing moves, and greeted Qiao Lue's vital points.

The left rib, thigh, and neck were being targeted. Qiao slightly shook off his worries about Li Wuchang and Jiang Minglun, let out a loud shout, and quickly turned around. The sword in his right hand was twisted in a fancy way, forming a "air wall" in front of him, and he exerted force with his left palm, facing the big knife that Mo Tong struck again.

Bang, bang, bang!

The "air wall" was shattered, Qiao Lue's right hand went numb, and his left hand trembled slightly, obviously struggling to breathe, flying obliquely, while holding his sword across his chest, in a posture of parrying, although he was a little embarrassed, he finally made it through .

Mo Tong shook Qiao Lue's palm with the edge of the blade, as if he had slashed on an extremely hard stone, and his whole body was numb. After landing, he had no strength left to chase after him. After all, he only had the initial strength of the seventh rank, which was far behind that of Qiao.

But brother Qiu and the other three were even more embarrassed. They were directly shaken by the force of the "air wall" for more than half of their palms, bloodshot from the tiger's mouth, and had already suffered internal injuries, but fortunately, they took the initiative to attack just now, and they were not seriously injured.

With a few simple swords and one palm, Qiao repelled four masters at the same time. It has to be said that his strength is indeed amazing.

The surrounding crowd immediately let out a burst of exclamation.

It's not uncommon to see masters, and it's not uncommon to see fighting scenes, but exciting collisions like this level are rare.

Every move is insulated from delicateness, but it is much more exciting than that kind of Bidou who has played for a long time and turned into a twist.

The attacker is wonderful and fierce, but the blocker is even more beautiful.

Seeing this, Qiao Lue's assistant swung a few swords to kill the opponent, jumped to Qiao Lue's side, and asked with concern: "Captain, are you alright?"

"fine!"

Qiao slightly shook his head and said, "Be careful, this is a tough battle!"

Mo Tong replied, shook his sword in his hand, and laughed loudly: "Brother Qiao is worthy of being Jia Song's strongman, so let me, Mo San, come to teach Gao Ming again. Today we must decide the winner..."

Full of energy, the domineering performance also impressed the onlookers.

For Qiao Lue's performance, even if the onlookers are shocked, they will take it for granted. After all, Qiao Lue is Jia Song's fierce general, and he is in his 40s, which is when the warrior has just entered his peak.

Mo Tong is different, he is too young, according to experts, this age has just started.

So after he was repelled by Qiao Lue's palm, everyone would not think that he was not good at martial arts, but would feel that he was a formidable young man.

Those who watched Mo Tong's attack in the restaurant thought to themselves: This guy really kept his hand.

Jiang Minglun commented: "The anti-strike ability and temporary adaptability are much better than Zhang Zhihai's, comparable to Zhu Changxing of the Hanshui Gang, and should be on par with Du Chengye..."

The chief arrester of Dali Temple, Du Chengye, is the best among the eighth-rank elementary masters. Over the years, many green forest masters have lost their lives under his six wind styles. Jiang Minglun compares Qiao Lue with Du Chengye, and this evaluation is already very high up.

Although he is an opponent, Jiang Minglun will not deliberately belittle Qiao Lue.

Li Wuchang hummed, agreed, and said, "Fighting tough battles should be worse than Du Chengye..."

"My surname is Mo, you don't speak morally, and sneak attack from behind is the work of a villain!" Qiao Lue's right-hand man roared.

"Moral?"

Mo Tong still maintained the posture of raising the knife, with a look of disdain on his face, and said: "Sneak attacking from behind is considered a villain, so what is it if you send people to surround the inn? Are you a villain among villains?"

After a pause, he glanced at the onlookers: "Everyone comment, I gave them a chance to run away just now, but it's a pity that they want to commit a crime, and now it's my fault for sneaking behind the scenes..."

When is this the time for judging?
But when Mo Tong said this, that area was temporarily stopped.

Qiao Lue and his two assistants were in a confrontation with Mo Tong, Brother Qiu and the others. Their eyes were fixed on each other. Once there was a chance to make a move, no one would hesitate at all.

Liang Fei in the crowd whispered: "Lao Jin, if you don't do anything now, when will you wait?"

Liang Fei wanted to do it because the opportunity at this time was very good.

As for the imperial court, five first-class masters, Qiao Lue plus four right-hand assistants.

Now Qiao Lue took two of them and was held back by Mo Tong and Brother Qiu, and the other two were dealing with Zhang Rufeng under the command of the giant bandit Huang Mao.

Others are in groups of twos and threes, each with its own opponent.

If the Qingjiao Gang stepped in at this time, the imperial court would definitely collapse.

Jin Siming shook his head, "Wait a minute, we have already missed the first wave anyway... I think that Qiao Lue is quite difficult. He should have a unique skill, but he just didn't use it..."

Liang Fei asked: "What if Qiao Lue got his support outside the town? I saw someone running outside just now, and obviously lost the tip-off. There is no army, but there will always be a small team, right?"

Jin Siming said: "Then we have to wait even more. If there is a really anxious scene, we will take action, and then we can show our hands..."

Liang Fei frowned, "What if Li Wuchang and Jiang Minglun also take action later?"

Jin Siming was about to speak when Mo Tong's broken voice sounded again, "Brother Qiao, how many tricks did we fight just now?... Otherwise, let's fight a hundred tricks in a decent way, just 120 tricks Well, it's better than beating your life to death... It's an explanation to your boss!"

Qiao Lue: "..."

What the hell are you doing?

Just now, he was still in an unstoppable posture, now what are you talking about... 120 moves?

Not only was Qiao slightly confused, but the others were also puzzled.

(End of this chapter)