Legend of Yan Wu

Han Mo looked at the two men rushing in, and a stern look flashed in his eyes. Han Mo could tolerate the previous incident, but these people kept making trouble for him again and again. It was simply too much deception. If you are forbearance, you will become the grandson of a turtle.

"Since you want to die so much, I will give you a ride." After Han Mo said, he rushed up with the sword in his left hand, and there was a burst of stabs in the face. Not to mention, Han Mo's right hand was injured, and he used his left hand to fight. No less than the right hand, this is also related to Han Mo's previous hard training.

The president and the third son did not dare to be negligent, and took Han Mo's attack cautiously, but the speed of Han Mo's attack was a bit unexpected, and the two had to retreat while fighting.

"Why is this guy so fast?" Xiao Sanzi's strength is only a three-yuan martial artist, and he is still at the beginning level, so it seems extremely difficult to catch up with Han Mo's moves.

The president swung his sword horizontally, and Han Mo's long sword was heavily nailed to the president's blade. The president retreated in response, and stabilized after a dozen or so messy steps on the ground. He looked at Han Mo with a gloomy expression. Mo was also extremely surprised by Han Mo's speed in his heart. He, a four-element martial artist, struggled so hard against the injured Han Mo, let alone the youngest son.

"President, isn't this guy also a four-element martial artist?" Seeing the gloomy Han Mo, the young man took a few steps back subconsciously, swallowed and said.

"No, how is this possible? Some time ago, this guy was just a junior one-element martial artist. How could he practice so fast in such a short time." The president denied it, how did he believe it? How much painstaking effort has been expended by Master Siyuan, if someone really did it so easily, then he might as well commit suicide.

"Then will we recognize the wrong person?" The third son asked again.

"You guys are right. I am Han Mo. I really don't know why Dongfang Xiang is upset with me. He has repeatedly opposed me as a freshman. Do you think I'm easy to bully?" Han Mo said with an ugly face, Han Mo was already arrogant , even in the three years of that trash, he didn't want to bow his head completely, it was this arrogance that made him not to be outdone, that's why he persisted all the time, and this persistence lasted for three years in a flash.

"What Dongfangxiang, we just want to see you happy, what does it have to do with Dongfangxiang." The president hurriedly explained for Dongfangxiang.

"You don't need to be so anxious to excuse Dongfang Xiang. I know who has a grudge against me. Dongfang Xiang will go to him, and you guys, save something today." Han Mo's eyes became weird as he said. , staring straight at the two people not far away.

Hearing this, the president's neck felt cold, he swallowed and said, "What are you keeping?"

Han Mo looked at the two people who were frightened and smiled lightly, and said, "Leave one leg for each."

"You are looking for death." The president immediately became angry when he heard the words, thinking that the president of the student union of the middle-level class, who had just come to the academy, was intimidated by a kid who had just arrived at the academy.

Han Mo didn't talk too much nonsense, he rushed forward in a flash, and danced a series of sword flowers with a long sword in his left hand. The overlapping phantoms made it look like countless long swords were dancing, which made people dazzled.

"Let's go together." The president shouted at the dazed little third son. Now that they are fighting, it is probably not practical to run. The only way is to delay until Dongfang Xiang and the others come over.

"Ding Ding~"

Han Mo's long sword was struck out quickly, and he still had the upper hand despite the resistance of two people at the same time, beating them in a hurry, stepping back one after another, and there would be thrilling scenes from time to time.

The corner of Han Mo's mouth slightly raised, and suddenly realized that there are so many idiots these days, three-yuan martial artists and four-yuan martial artists can be so bad, I really don't know whether he is too strong or they are too weak.

"Drink~"

Han Mo gave a soft shout, and swept out the long sword, and slammed it heavily on the big knife of the third son, almost flying the big sword of the third son, but before he could react, Han Mo swung the long sword again Come over, the movement trajectory is the same as last time.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, the big knife in Xiao Sanzi's hand flew out of his hand, and after a high-speed rotation in the air, it was embedded in the big tree.

Without the slightest hesitation in his movements, Han Mo quickly turned around again, swung his right foot high, and kicked Xiao Sanzi heavily in the face, sending Xiao Sanzi flying away.

"Little Sanzi!" Looking at the little Sanzi lying motionless on the ground, the president yelled loudly, then looked angrily at Han Mo, nodded and said, "Well, you Han Mo, what happened today, I'm sorry. It's not over with you."

"I'm not finished with me? Young master, I haven't finished with you yet. Don't even think about leaving today." Han Mo said with a gloomy expression. The president who watched was dumbfounded.

"Whoosh~"

Just when Han Mo's long sword was about to touch the president's arm, a burst of wind roared. Han Mo frowned and retracted the long sword. After somersaulting in the air, he came to the other side of the president. At the same time that Han Mo dodged, an arrow was heavily nailed to a thick tree, the arrow sank halfway, and the tail was still trembling.

The president turned around with a shake of his body, looked at Han Mo with apprehension, subconsciously took a few steps back, and then turned to look at the person who came, finally letting go of a big stone in his heart.

Han Mo looked indifferently at the large group of people approaching, frowned and said, "Sure enough, they are from Donglin. I don't know where your boss, Dongfangxiang?"

"Do you still need our boss to clean you up?" Jing Zhi looked at Han Mo and smiled lightly.

"Jingzhi, you're finally here. Didn't you say that this kid only has one-yuan martial arts masters? I almost fell here." The president flashed up to Jingzhi and glanced at Han Mo fearfully.

Jing Zhi and Wan Dong were taken aback when they heard the words, frowned and said, "President Yitian, if you can't beat Han Mo, then don't make excuses. Han Mo was only a one-yuan martial artist a few days ago, but now he can be as strong as Where are you going, but your mission has been completed, Donglin Hall will not treat you badly."

President Yitian didn't say anything when he heard the words, as long as this time it's not in vain, he hesitated for a while and cupped his hands at Jing Zhi: "In that case, I have completed the task, so I will leave first." He hurriedly turned around and left, fearing that Han Mo was looking for him desperately.

Jingzhi turned to look at Han Mo, smiled lightly and said: "Han Mo, our boss is very interested in your flame, is it some kind of combat skill? Let's share it with everyone, and we will be good friends in the future. "

The corner of Han Mo's mouth twitched when he heard the words, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Good friends? I haven't settled with you for the last time."

"Hmph, if it wasn't for Long Kong's help last time, you would have lost your braids." Wan Dong looked at Han Mo with disdain and continued: "Now everyone knows that you have broken with Long Kong. I don't care what the reason is. , since no one will help you, I can only blame you for being unlucky and messing with our Eastern Boss."