Legend of Yan Wu

Everyone in Dongfangxiang took action, and Han Mo confronted Dongfangxiang without any hesitation. Ziyan watched Han Mo rush out, hesitated for a while and rushed out, she had to help Han Mo resist others, if someone was free Come on, the first one will definitely attack Han Mo.

Soon the two groups of people directly fought fiercely together, and Jintong alone resisted the three of them, all of whom were above the intermediate level of Qiyuan martial arts, belonged to students with high talents, and were not much weaker than Dongfang Xiang.

But Jintong is not afraid, the name of Shura Hand Demon Fairy is just a display, the two fingers are faintly glowing with golden light, and there are bursts of metal clashing sounds when they collide with the weapons of the three people.

Zi Yan is also fighting with all her strength. Even if she can't win for Han Mo, she must make the two of them powerless to attack others. Otherwise, as long as the occupation in front of them is destroyed, they will face a trend of collapse.

The lineup of eight Qiyuan martial masters is definitely enough to stand at the top here. At this time, Zi Yan's two friends can barely restrain the opponent. These two are students who have just broken through to Qiyuan martial arts. She will never help Ziyan deal with Dongfangxiang.

To win this time, the most important thing is Han Mo's side. As long as Han Mo and Dongfang Xiang lose, the situation of the others will be broken instantly.

"Han Mo, your speed is still as fast as ever." Dongfang Xiang looked at Han Mo and said sharply. Although Han Mo's cultivation speed surprised Dongfang Xiang, Han Mo couldn't beat him a few days ago, and he still can't do it now. A seven-element martial artist is not comparable to a five-element martial artist.

Han Mo didn't pay attention to Dongfang Xiang's words, and his face looked a little dignified. Dongfang Xiang was indeed very tricky. Although he didn't have to talk about it if he wanted to defeat him, Dongfang Xiang, who came from a famous family, must have learned a lot of fighting skills since he was a child.

"Dongfangxiang, you have offended too many people, so you are not afraid of your own unlucky luck?" Han Mo hesitated for a moment and smiled lightly. As he said, his consciousness had penetrated into the ring, and a black iron box in the ring was holding his spiritual power Slowly squirming under the traction.

"I am a dignified Dongfang family, what am I afraid of? Afraid of revenge from your Han family?" Dongfangxiang laughed out loud when he heard this, his face was full of disdain.Seeing that there was already a fight in the distance, Dongfang Xiang didn't talk nonsense, slowly opened the folding fan, looked at Han Moxie and said with a smile: "Hand over your combat skills, and leave your whole body."

"Why don't you kowtow to admit your mistake, and I'll leave you as a dead body?" Han Mo said with the same evil smile.

"The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp. I will smash all your teeth today." Dongfang Xiang swung his fan horizontally and rushed towards Han Mo. The fan in his hand became extremely hard with the help of fighting spirit.

Facing Dongfang Xiang, Han Mo didn't dare to relax in the slightest. He took a deep breath, drew a long sword in his hand and rushed towards Dongfang Xiang. The two met each other and used all their strength to smash together. .

First of all, Dongfang Xiang was surprised. Dongfang Xiang didn't expect that Han Mo's strength was only a little weaker than his own. Obviously, this kind of strength had already exceeded the scope of Wuyuan martial arts.

"You are really confusing, but the more you are like this, the more I want to kill you." Dongfang Xiang twisted his footsteps, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased, and the folding fan flashed a silver light in Dongfangxiang's hand , and arrived in front of Han Mo in the next moment.

Seeing Dongfang Xiang suddenly become faster, Han Mo's heart sank. Before, Han Mo was sure because he had absolute confidence to take advantage of the speed, but at this time it seemed that Dongfang Xiang It's not much slower than myself.

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Mo's long sword danced out a series of sword flowers, catching all of Dongfang Xiang's attacks.

"Han Mo, are you surprised? Don't think that you are the only one who is fast. As long as I, Dongfang Xiang, want to do things, there is no realm that I can't achieve!" Dongfang Xiang also took the opportunity to say proudly, that domineering spirit is also modeled. There are samples.

"What's the use of being fast, is there anything faster than the power of divine consciousness?" The corners of Han Mo's mouth curled up slightly, and with his divine consciousness, he pierced Dongfang Xiang's eyes without thinking.

Han Mo must attack these sensitive and deadly places. The power of spiritual attack is not very powerful now, but it can achieve unexpected effects, and can interfere with the opponent when necessary.

With a soft shout in Han Mo's heart, the power of divine consciousness attacked Dongfang Xiang's eyes. Dongfang Xiang seemed to feel something unusual, but hesitated a little, and hurried to the side of his body, but although he came to his senses, it was still a little late , The sharp sword transformed from Han Mo's divine sense directly slashed across Dongfang Xiang's cheek.

"laugh!"

There was a sound of tearing the flesh, and a bloodstain appeared on Dongfang Xiang's cheek, and the blood slowly fell down along the bloodstain.

"It's almost." Han Mo said regretfully, it was only a little bit short just now, if it was faster, Dongfang Xiang would have become a one-eyed dragon by now.

"What's going on here?" Dongfang Xiang looked at Han Mo blankly, obviously not knowing what method Han Mo used to do it, and actually hurt himself when he didn't know what to do.

"Good boy, it seems that you have become unusual recently. If you underestimate you, maybe the unlucky one will be me." Dongfang Xiang did not get angry because of this injury, but became more cautious. He still understood the matter, the last time he talked too much nonsense with Han Mo, and finally let Zi Yan lead someone to rescue Han Mo.

"Let me show you the new combat technique I have developed recently. If you die under its hands, you will earn money." After Dongfang Xiang said, he retracted his folding fan, flipped his right hand, and a long spear flashed out, and then said nothing. Hands dance quickly.

"It?" Han Mo was a little confused when he heard Dongfang Xiang's thoughtless words, but he didn't hesitate, and hurriedly mobilized his fighting energy in his body, and the blood in his whole body also rioted, ready to display his combat skills at any time.

"Whoosh!"

While brewing, Dongfang Xiang did not forget to do something to interrupt Han Mo's brewing. Han Mo frowned slightly when he saw this, and the power of his spiritual consciousness was called out again, bombarding with Dongfang Xiang's grudge.

"boom!"

Dongfang Xiang's fighting spirit was directly scattered in the air, Dongfang Xiang's eyes narrowed slightly, just now Han Mo didn't seem to have made the slightest resistance, but his own fighting spirit was blown away like this.

"What's going on? Han Mo didn't move at all." Dongfang Xiang murmured in doubt, a bad thought welled up in his heart, and the spear in his hand danced faster and faster.

At this time, Han Mo was already using three things in one mind, mobilizing his fighting spirit to brew combat skills, and at the same time attacking Dongfang Xiang with his spiritual power. Besides, Han Mo had always wanted to get the poison from the black iron box on Dongfang Xiang's body. The poison on the iron box can almost be said to be fatal, and this is Han Mo's best weapon to save his life now.

"drink!"

Dongfang Xiang gave a soft shout, the spear in his hand suddenly stopped, and the tip of the spear suddenly thrust out in Han Mo's direction, but after a long while there was no fluctuation in fighting spirit, Han Mo's tense body couldn't help but relax a little, and looked surprised and surprised Dongfang Xiang.

"Huh." The corners of Dongfang Xiang's mouth curled up slightly, and the next moment, Han Mo couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the blood in his body that had been stimulated by him became even more violent.

Han Mo's eyes were full of surprise, and he looked at Dongfang Xiang with disbelief on his face. He was able to attack Dongfang Xiang silently, it was because of Han Mo's powerful spiritual sense, but how did Dongfang Xiang do it?