The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 725 Blood flows into a river!
Volume 28 Rising Storm Chapter [-] Blood flows into a river!
"Why are you stunned? Don't you know how to attack now?" Chu Mo stood in the middle of the empty road, and his evil laughter sounded.

"Chu Mo, I didn't expect you to be so annoying after four years of absence." Gu Muming said viciously.

Chu Mo saw that his face was very pale, and his pale face was no worse than the armor on his body.

"Little devil, take your sister and stand aside, or I won't protect you later." Turning his head, he said to Mosley and Nika who were lying limp on the ground.

"Oh...yes...yes..." Nika was the first to wake up, and hurriedly replied, pulling Mosley back.

"Chu Mo, next year today will be your memorial day." Gu Muming said loudly, holding the spear tightly.

As soon as the words were spoken, a large number of knights in green armor clapped their horses and surrounded Chu Mo.

The poor people watching all retreated tens of meters away. You must know that in such a big battle, if you get too close, you will die. Although they want to watch the excitement, they don't want to die.

"How many knights are there?" Chu Mo glanced at the densely packed horses and knights around him, and asked calmly.

"88 swordsmen, [-] knights, [-] golden knights, Chu Mo, you are dead this time." Gu Muming replied with a ruthless smile.

"880 eight people? Good number; these people should be all the masters your Gu family can come up with, right?" Chu Mo nodded and asked.

"It's almost the same, Chu Mo, you should be very honored." Gu Muming pulled the corners of his mouth back, his cheeks stretched upwards, his eyebrows were flattened, and his pupils narrowed into a slit and smiled.

A cold light shone through the gap.

"Today, 880 and eight people from the Gu family will die. There should really be a river of blood here. Oh, no, there should still be your life. That is 880 and nine people. I'm afraid there will be a pile of corpses here!" Chu Mo sighed softly road.

"Chu Mo, you are so optimistic!" Gu Muming shouted with a wave of his big hand: "Chop him into pieces!"

The encirclement shrank suddenly, and the swordsmen and knights in the innermost part of the 20-storey encirclement began to attack Chu Mo.

"Group fights are fun, but there are many of you, and I have a few helpers here, so come out and play!" Chu Mo said with a faint smile.

As his voice fell, black, white, colorful and other colors shot out from his whole body.

For a moment, these rays of light burned the eyes of the swordsmen who were about to attack, and they roared and had to stop.

"Stinky boy, today the old urchin will kill you enough!" The white light flashed, and an old man with a white beard appeared in front of the people, but he did not have the demeanor of a master at all, and he did a few somersaults in the air. Landing on the ground, blowing beard and staring when talking, it's funny.

This old man is the village head of that isolated island, the old urchin.

"This real person hasn't tasted the smell of blood for thousands of years." The black light flashed, and an old man in white clothes fluttering, black hair and black beard appeared in front of everyone, like a fairy. Then you can know that this person is amazing.

This immortal is none other than Guangyangzi, the real cultivator who set up the "Ten Yuan Formation of Heaven and Earth Gathering Spirits".

"Boss, there are so many people! Longer wants to have a good time today..." A childish voice sounded, and a small bug with colorful lights jumped out from Chu Mo's waist.

If the first two look extraordinary, then this little bug should be the weakest.

"Well, you have fun, there are 880 eight masters of the ancient family to play with you, as for the ancient admiration, leave it to me!" Chu Mo smiled evilly.

"Chu Mo, such a bug and two old men are the helpers you invited?" Gu Muming was stunned, and suddenly laughed.

"Young master, those two old men and bugs appeared out of thin air from Chu Mo's body. I think it might be spiritual magic or Chu Mo's magic pet." A stiff voice sounded behind Gu Muming.

Just by hearing the voice, one can tell that the speaker is not good at talking every day, and his words are very stiff.

"I know, but Chu Mo doesn't know that my cultivation in the past few years is definitely no worse than that guy from Huwuming. Besides, don't we still have a secret weapon?" Gu Muming had a sinister smile on his face. , muttering to himself.

"However, the young master still has to be careful of that Chu Mo." Another stiff voice sounded.

"I know this, I know Chu Mo better than you!" Gu Muming nodded and replied.

At this time, on the field, a group of swordsmen opened their eyes from the scorching wounds just now, looked at Chu Mo, raised their swords one by one, and rushed towards Chu Mo with a roar, "Kill..."

"It seems that I haven't waved my fist vigorously in this city for a long time..." Chu Mo stretched out his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and smiled evilly.

The whole body was immediately covered with blood-colored light, and the blood-red true energy seemed to be like a blood dragon, entangled in Chu Mo's right hand, gradually the blood-colored true energy began to expand, and finally, the entire right arm was blood-red Infuriating, without the slightest hesitation, Chu Mo punched.

"One fist will rule the world!" Chu Mo roared violently, and his right fist smashed fiercely at the swordsmen who were rushing towards him with a bloody light all over the sky.

Gu Muming, who was on the opposite side, saw Chu Mo's punch, and he recalled in his mind four years ago, Chu Mo's previous fight, when he also used this punch.

It's just that today's punch is stronger than that of four years ago.

The ground was torn apart with a punch, and a large amount of blood-red light rolled forward and smashed forward.

Chu Mo's punch had no specific target, and the punch was bloody, rubbing the air thoroughly, causing all the air to be burned, and the wind of the fist passed by, creating a bloody sea of ​​flames.

The blood-red sea of ​​flames attacked the surrounding swordsmen and knights, and where the blood-red flames passed, the world was filled with blood.

The flames licked and screamed, nearly a hundred swordsmen and knights were burned in blood, and turned into ashes one by one in the fire.

The ashes of the black corpses were flying all over the sky, and under the reflection of the blood fire, there was a bloody brilliance.

Chu Mo's right hand, which was still swinging a fist, was lightly released, and smiled towards the old naughty boy, Guangyangzi, and Xiao Chongzi, and they were like a ghost killing towards the crowd.

Chu Mo used both hands at this moment, swiping the knife with his left hand, imitating the sword formula with his right hand, where the knife cut with his hand, there must be blood spattering ten feet, and the sword formula with his right hand must point to blood coagulation and death.

This movement and silence fully demonstrated the art of killing.

Although Chu Mo had killed many people, there was not a single trace of blood on his large black magic robe. This was because there was a blood-red protective qi around his body that was hard to see through with the naked eye.

"Compare and see who kills more..." Chu Mo smiled evilly, before his voice fell, blood burst out, screams shook the sky, and dozens of heads flew straight into the sky.

"Compare, who is afraid of whom!" The old naughty boy yelled, a large amount of white light burst out from his body, he stretched out both palms, and pushed forward fiercely, the energy body like a big ball of light burst violently. He threw it at the swordsmen surrounding him.

Wherever the ball of light hit was blood plasma and flesh, the screams shook the sky, it was very cruel.

"Brutal way of fighting..." Guangyangzi shook his head, stroked his beard with his left hand and sighed; holding the sword formula in his right hand, he said lightly, "Disease..."

He saw hundreds of sword qi shoot out from his fingers, and all the swordsmen who were shot by him immediately had a small wound on their forehead, and Qijue died.

The colorful little bug has the most enemies here. The old naughty boy, Chu Mo, and Guangyangzi all look very yellow and violent after all, but this little bug, fat and fat, looks the best to be bullied. On the battlefield, Many swordsmen like to pick up soft persimmons, but unfortunately, they forgot, how could the helpers sent by Chu Mo be soft persimmons?

In the forest, the more beautiful the spider, the more poisonous it will be.

Xiao Chongzi said with a smile: "Long Er is so happy that so many of you play with Long Er."

The swordsmen unleashed their grudges one after another, and slashed at the little bug, only to see that the little bug was curled up like a meat ball spinning in the air, a large number of colorful lights gathered together, and a huge colorful vortex formed in the middle. Many swordsmen were sucked in by the colorful vortex, and in less than a second, blood was splattered everywhere, and their bones were gone.

"What kind of monster is this so terrifying?" Gu Muming watched the battlefield, with blood and stumps all over the ground, he secretly sweated.

(End of this chapter)