Legend of Yan Wu

The weather at night was very cold, Han Mo sat naked at the entrance of the cave, and the breeze blew through his heart, but the Yanwu blood itself was of the fire attribute, and this coolness could not disturb Han Mo.

Han Mo glanced at the dark night, observing the movement around him, in case any monster wandered over. If Han Mo was the only one, he would be able to circle around and escape, but now there is another one in the cave.

Han Mo sighed helplessly, leaned against the edge of the cave, and counted the stars in the sky boredly.

Suddenly Han Mo frowned, and looked forward sharply, an ominous feeling came to his heart, and the sound of insects around him stopped abruptly.

Han Mo felt a little puzzled by the sudden coercion. After looking around, he found nothing, but the sound of insects that stopped abruptly told Han Mo that someone or a monster was coming.

Han Mo clenched his hands tightly, turned the long sword with his right hand and clenched his hands tightly, looked around defensively, his ears squirmed up and down, and he could hear everything nearby clearly.

As time passed by, Han Mo's forehead was covered with sweat due to nervousness, but there was still no abnormal phenomenon.The long-term urgency made Han Mo a little uncomfortable. He looked back at Jintong in the cave, and then walked cautiously down the hillside.

Han Mo really couldn't bear this kind of suffering, so he might as well go up to see what's going on, if some kind of monster really was after him, and if he was attacked later when he wasn't prepared, it would be a disaster.

"What's going on? It's strange." Han Mo didn't find anything after looking at it for a long time, but the insects just disappeared, and there was still an inexplicable coercion shrouded in his heart.

Suddenly, Han Mo saw two bright spots in the dark night not far away. Han Mo frowned and concentrated on looking over.

Han Mo was terrified by this look, because those two bright spots were actually the eyes of a person. At this time, the visitor was looking at him indifferently. His back felt cold, and his heart tightened.

"Who?" Han Mo shouted tentatively, but the other party still looked at him calmly, which made Han Mo's brain twitch, tightened the long sword in his hand, pointed at the comer again and shouted: "Who is it?" ? What are you doing standing there?"

This time the mysterious man moved, but the movement was like tickling, and then slowly raised his head, those soul-absorbing pupils looked straight at Han Mo, Han Mo's whole body trembled, his hairs stood on end.

Han Mo took a few steps back subconsciously, with a serious expression on his face, he tightened the sword in his hand and shouted, "Don't pretend to be a ghost, who is it?"

Seeing that Han Mo became irritable, the mysterious man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an evil smile, then shook his body, somehow he came to Han Mo in an instant, then stretched out his right hand like lightning, and grabbed Han Mo ink neck.

The sudden upheaval made Han Mo jump, his face full of disbelief, the long sword in his hand almost slipped down in fright. In that scene just now, Han Mo actually felt the breath of death, that kind of feeling like an ant.

"Where's the road to heaven?" The mysterious man raised his head slowly, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, and asked in a serious tone.

Han Mo was startled when he heard the words, and suddenly turned his gaze, looking at the strong man with a trace of doubt, he thought to himself: Could this be the teacher's enemy?

"Hurry up, my time waits for no one." The middle-aged strong man said with a still expressionless face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Han Mo gritted his teeth and said, but just as his voice fell, the strong man's hand pinching Han Mo's neck suddenly squeezed hard, almost cutting off Han Mo's neck.

His throat was pinched, and Han Mo's face suddenly turned red, a trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face twisted together in pain.

"I'm giving you a chance, where's Tianlu Ren?" The big man asked impatiently, with a trace of anger unexpectedly showing on his pale face.

Han Mo opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak anymore. He tightened the long sword in his right hand and stabbed at the middle-aged man fiercely.

Seeing that Han Mo was still resisting, the big man had a murderous intent welling up in his eyes, and slowly stretched out his left hand, pinching Han Mo's long sword between his fingers, no matter how hard Han Mo tried, he couldn't move forward.

"You asked for this." The big man glanced at Han Mo like an ant, and landed on Han Mo's right shoulder with his backhand, which seemed to be light, and the seemingly weak blow directly knocked Han Mo away. Going out, a mouthful of blood spurted out along the way, and then fell headlong into the weeds without knowing what to do.

It only took 1 minute from the beginning to the end of the incident, and it was so fast that Han Mo didn't see what the strong man had done.

The middle-aged strong man didn't even look at Han Mo who flew out, and stepped towards the entrance of the cave. After taking a few steps, he frowned and looked at the direction Han Mo flew out of.

"He's not dead yet?" The big man was a little shocked, and he couldn't figure out that it was a rare thing for a warrior to be able to withstand [-]% of his own strength and survive.

"Huh." The strong man snorted coldly, stepped towards Han Mo, and muttered in his mouth: "There is no normal person who follows Tianlu. Today I will make you regret knowing Tianlu." When he came to Han Mo, looking at Han Mo who was lying on the ground and breathing weakly, he clenched his right fist slightly, intending to understand Han Mo with one punch.

"Whoosh."

The moment the strong man raised his hand and was about to fall, there was a sound of breaking wind. Without thinking, the strong man twisted his body, stomped on the ground with his feet, and fled away from the spot.

Just as the strong man left the ground, a fiery red arrow shot through it, pierced through several big trees, and then nailed to an even bigger tree. The tail of the arrow kept vibrating.

"Who?" The middle-aged man suddenly turned around after landing on the ground, looking sharply at the direction of the arrow.

"Hehe, it's interesting. You trespassed on my Asura Academy and seriously injured my Asura Academy students. You still ask me who I am. What about you? Who are you?" While talking, a middle-aged man who was about the same age The middle-aged man shot quickly, holding a crystal longbow in his hand. He thought he was the one who shot the arrow before.

"Mo Ya, the god-shaking bow?" The burly man who injured Han Mo looked at the burly man with the crystal bow in his hand and said in surprise.

Mo Ya smiled slightly when he heard the words: "Oh, I didn't expect that I, Mo Ya, are quite famous. Since you already know who I am, do you want to introduce yourself?" The crystal bow was aimed at the big man, as if he would strike whenever there was a change in the big man.

"Damn it, how could you disturb the instructor of Asura Academy." The middle-aged man said with some annoyance, then looked at Mo Ya and said, "Mo Ya, I have nothing to do with your Asura Academy, it's just that this kid is different, I have to take He goes."

"Joke, can you be a little funny? If the students of my Asura Academy are taken away by you like this, no one will dare to come to my Asura Academy in the future." Mo Ya said as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Twitching the corners of his mouth, he looked at the big man in front of him with disgust.

The middle-aged man also realized the look in Mo Ya's eyes, and snorted coldly: "Mo Ya, don't think I'm afraid of you. Since you refuse, then I'll offend you." After saying that, the man rushed towards Mo Ya like a ghost , a huge sword flashed out in his hand, and struck down on the top of Mo Ya's head.