Legend of Yan Wu

Han Mo looked at the big knife that was shot again, his face became solemn, his steps backed up one after another, and his eyes gradually became calm.

After Han Mo's eyes calmed down, the high-speed spinning sword actually slowed down quietly. Of course, this kind of slowness was only seen by Han Mo himself, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised a curve.

"Whoosh!"

Han Mo's legs were slightly bent, and then he jumped up, and with a "swish", he rushed towards the big knife that was shot angrily.

"Is this planning to court death?" Situ Lin laughed loudly seeing Han Mo's actions, thinking that Han Mo was courting death like this.

Han Mo raised his right hand, and after seeing the timing, the long sword in his hand quickly stabbed out, and nailed it to the hilt of the big knife accurately, and the strong force stopped the high-speed rotating big knife.

Losing strength, the big knife also fell to the ground with a "bang".

"What?" Situ Lin was taken aback when he saw this. He had cultivated a combat skill, and Han Mo had cracked it just like that.

"Lin, what are you doing, stop playing." Situ Fei urged impatiently as he looked at the two who were still fighting.

"Fei, I didn't play, this kid seems to be getting stronger, but that's good, just give me some practice." Situ Lin still said disdainfully, what was just a little trick, if the Sanyuan martial artist only has this kind of trick, then He's still a dick.

"Han Mo, I'm going to do my best, don't blame me for not reminding you." After Situ Lin said, he flipped his right hand again, and a big silver steel knife flashed out.

Han Mo looked at Situ Lin who seemed to be planning to attack with all his strength, and the long sword in his hand was also tightened. Before he knew it, a faint red light glowed from the long sword in Han Mo's hand, but the light was so faint that it was so faint that he was present. None of the people, including Han Mo, found out.

"Drink." Situ Lin snorted lightly, and shot out like an arrow that had left the string.

Although Situ Lin's speed is very fast, no matter how fast things are in Han Mo's weird pupils, he is also a slow master. tilted, drifting dangerously towards Situ Lin's throat.

Seeing this, Situ Lin chuckled, and put the big knife in his hand across the front door, and with a series of "jingling" sounds, he easily blocked Han Mo's attack.

The attack of the two seems to be unhurried, but in fact it is thrilling. Every move and attack is fatal. If they can't dodge in time, then the battle will be over.

"Boy, a little..."

Situ Lin was about to say something, Han Mo took advantage of Situ Lin's time to speak, and threw his foot sideways.

Seeing this, Situ Lin was startled. Seeing the kick that was thrown towards the door, he swallowed back the words and blocked the big knife in front of him.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Situ Lin Yingsheng flew upside down, and stopped after rolling twice on the spot. On Situ Lin's chest, a bright footprint looked a little dazzling.

"This?" Situ Fei, who was watching the battle from a distance, was shocked when he saw this. The direction of Han Mo's attack was obviously Situ Lin's head just now, but when he was about to hit him, he suddenly changed direction and changed his attack to the lower body. Transformation is simply impossible for ordinary people to do.

"Heh, chatting while fighting, do you really think I'm playing with you?" Han Mo said with contemptuous eyes.

"Damn it, boy, you have the guts to bully me." Situ Lin got up angrily, glanced in Han Ji's direction, pointed at Han Ji and said, "Give it all to me. The kid ruined it for me."

Han Mo was taken aback when he heard the words, now there are 13 people besides Situ, and these 13 people are all martial arts masters, if the 13 people beat Han Ji alone, then Han Ji has no room to fight back.

Without even thinking about it, Han Mo kicked an inch towards the wooden table beside him, and the wooden table flew towards the ten people rushing towards Han Ji, stopping the ten people in their tracks.

Holding back ten people, Han Mo rushed forward, fighting with ten people without saying a word, but fell into a disadvantage as soon as he met, Han Mo couldn't handle such a head-on encounter even at an amazing speed, it was just a blink of an eye Kung fu, the back was actually wounded, and a hideous wound stretched from the shoulder to the waist.

The pain coming from behind made Han Mo's nerves tense, and the long sword in his hand was swept out suddenly. The students behind Han Mo turned pale when they saw this, and hurriedly backed away without even thinking about their steps, but the speed was still a beat slower , the tip of the long sword in Han Mo's hand still cut the student's throat.

Han Mo saw that the sword did not kill the opponent, so he leaned forward suddenly, planning to take advantage of your illness to kill you.

It was only Han Mo who made a move, and the people around blocked Han Mo's way one after another, and was surrounded by everyone again for a while.

"How are you?" Situ Lin dodged to support the student whose throat was cut by Han Mo's long sword.

The student held his throat and shook his head in pain. Although the sword didn't cut his throat, it still hurt inside and temporarily lost his language function.

"Fei, let's go up together, let's fight quickly, so we don't cause trouble." Situ Lin glanced at the injured brother and said.

Situ Fei, who was sitting by the side, shook his head helplessly and said, "Lin, what about it? It's just a piece of waste from Los Angeles." After saying that, Situ Fei flashed his figure, and shot at Han Mo like a ghost.

Han Mo's consciousness is very sensitive, and every move around him is imprinted in his mind, otherwise such a flank attack would have been a bloody mold. Sensing Situ Fei who was approaching angrily, Han Mo turned around and kicked him out.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Han Mo flew upside down and directly hit the table not far away, smashing the wooden table to pieces.

"boom!"

Following another muffled sound, Han Ji was also kicked in the face by a student, his whole body spun in the air for a while, and fell heavily not far from Han Mo.

Han Mo turned over and got up, ignoring the wound behind him, helped Han Ji up and asked in a worried voice, "Han Ji, how are you?"

"I can't die yet." Han Ji spat out the blood from his mouth. At this time, there were many wounds on his body, and his clothes were messed up by the opponent's weapons.

"Two wastes, my Situ family is still a little jealous of your Han family in Los Angeles City, but now no one is protecting you, and today I will make a big contribution to my Situ family." Situ Fei returned to his original position and threw He flicked his numb right foot. Although his face was calm, he was a little surprised. Just now, the opposite foot with Han Mo sent Han Mo flying, but he didn't get any good. The powerful force shook his right foot for a while. numbness.

Han Mo's face was serious, and he had already retreated to the corner of the secret room with Han Ji supported. The other party's dozen or so people and Han Ji could only be played with. This is Han Mo's miscalculation. I thought Situ didn't dare to mess around here.

"Han Mo, why don't you find a way to escape first, you're fast, and go find someone immediately after you get out." Han Ji hesitated and gritted his teeth.

"No, they will definitely kill you if you are alone. What if they run away and die without proof? The academy may not believe me even if I say nothing." Han Mo thought for a while and said, leaving Han Ji to escape alone. He still can't do this kind of thing.

Han Mo looked at the dozen or so people approaching slowly, hesitated for a moment and called out with his mind: "Mysterious man, can you lend me your power?"

After Han Mo shouted, in Han Mo's mind, a phantom suddenly appeared in the calm void, and then slowly became real.