Long Yi accidentally tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, and a sense of crisis followed.

He was desperate, he knew he was about to die, and no one could help him. At this moment, he thought a lot, the restaurant girl who was obsessed with him, the patriarch's lesson to him, but he just couldn't rise to resist.

What he had just seen with his own eyes was that those who resisted also did not end well, and they inevitably had a dead word.

Finally, he felt the foot on his back. He closed his eyes and felt the greatest pain of his life.

However, there was no severe pain, and he did not die.

He opened his eyes in surprise and saw Yang Mo's bloodless face.

He didn't die, and he wasn't badly wounded.

"Haha, he's weak, and here's our chance for revenge. ”

Long Yi looked up to the sky and laughed excitedly, quickly pulled out his knife, and slashed towards Yang Mo. This is a surprise for the rest of his life, as long as he can kill Yang Mo, he will have made a great achievement.

"You're happy too soon, even if I'm weak, it's not for you to bully. ”

Slashed his throat and cut Long Yi's throat. Yang Mo no longer paid attention to the corpse and fled quickly.

He was indeed weak, his body could not use his strength, and his speed of running was much slower.

Long Yi's body fell to the ground, his eyes wide and unwilling to close. He felt that this was a joke on him from God, which clearly gave him hope to live, but deprived him of it.

"Kill him!"

Several old men took the lead and led the entire village to chase Yang Mo. In their eyes, Yang Mo is a wounded tiger, only slaughtered by hunters. Many people looked at Yang Mo's back playfully. Even if they are powerful, they are not going to be their ghosts?

The middle-aged man crawled out of the dirt and chased after Yang Mo.

Yang Mo, even if you have practiced the seventh step, now it is a tiger falling in Pingyang, this king wants to kill you with his own hands, tell you what a king is, don't offend!

Everyone chased and killed all the way, and soon trapped Yang Mo in the jungle, constantly attacking. Yang Mo gradually fell behind, it was difficult to protect himself, and there were a few more wounds on his body.

If this continues, it won't be long before you die here.

Finally, after another fight, Yang Mo fell from the tree and fell to the ground.

Several people rushed up and delivered the final blow.

At this time, a middle-aged man appeared and dissuaded everyone, and he wanted to do it himself.

Everyone stepped aside and looked at Yang Mo playfully.

"Yang Mo, today I will let you understand what sentient beings are. Your blood is destined to be nothing more than ants, dust under the feet of royalty. If you want to fly up to the clouds, this king will let you turn into dust little by little under the soles of my feet. ”

The middle-aged man walked step by step, and his footprints were still imprinted on the ground.

Nine days of dragon travel!

How he fell just now, how to get it back now. It's just that unlike just now, he doesn't need to take the seventh step, he only needs three steps to crush Yang Mo into slag.

Rumble!

The footsteps fell, but they collided with Yang Mo's fist, the shoes shattered, and a scarlet mark was left on the soles of the feet.

"Will you be able to fight again?"

The middle-aged man exclaimed.

His feet were numb and his combat strength was damaged.

"Don't you understand the reason why the villain died because of too many words? I've been showing weakness, just waiting for you to make a move. You really do what I expected, you value the dignity of the royal family too much. ”

Yang Mo stood up, where was the previous weakness, and the wounds on his body were also recovering, no longer bleeding.

Step by step, the air around him was changing, and this was Yang Mo's second use of Feiyun.

A great crisis surrounds me. With such a close distance, he didn't have time to run at all, and in his current state, he couldn't withstand Yang Mo's fourth step. Moreover, it seems that it is not a difficult thing for Yang Mo to take the fourth step.

There is no way to retreat, so don't retreat, and use your life to defend your dignity as a royal family.

"The Golden Dragon is born!"

With a loud roar, the middle-aged man took another step, followed by a second step...

"Become a king!"

Several old men exclaimed, they could see that the middle-aged man was squeezing himself and fighting with Yang Mo. The result is likely to be a lose-lose situation.

They wanted to make a move, but they couldn't help anything, it was Yang Mo who made the move first, and they couldn't make more choices.

"Dragon Tour World!"

The middle-aged man squeezed all his strength and took the seventh step again.

This step fell, no matter whether Yang Mo could bear it or not, he himself was wasted. But he had no choice but to use his life to maintain the dignity of the royal family. As long as Yang Mo is dead, it will be a victory for all of them. This wave is not a loss!

Rumble!

Yang Mo fell with one foot, and the middle-aged man's body was like a fallen leaf. There was no loud noise, his body had already dispersed...

"Become a king!"

Several old men were in tears and knelt down to the middle-aged people. The young man clenched his fists, and there was more anger in his eyes.

"Yang Mo, we want to divide and eat you. Someone looked up to the sky and roared.

"It's up to you?" Yang Mo sneered.

"What strength do you have to use Feiyun twice? Killing you is like slaughtering a dog. A man strode up.

Yang Mo didn't respond, just looked at him with a playful gaze. This look, they had given it to Yang Mo before, and now Yang Mo has returned.

"When he came back, he didn't go into a period of weakness. ”

The two of them pulled the man back and confronted Yang Mo.

They were waiting for Yang Mo to enter a period of weakness.

However, after waiting for a full three minutes, Yang Mo still had an indifferent expression, not running away or being weak, just looking at them playfully.

"How is that possible? How could you not be in a period of weakness?" an old man could not accept this fact.

This is not in accordance with the normal law.

"It's as if you know me well. Yang Mo scoffed.

"What do you mean? I see, it's not your limit to take the seventh step, so you won't be weak. ”

An old man said loudly, his eyes showing great fear.

When the others heard this, they all had the same expressions as the old man. Feiyun's eighth step, it is rumored that no one has ever stepped out, and even those who created the secret method can't do it.

To be able to take the eighth step, the requirement is that you have already stepped out of the martial arts step and stepped into another field.

"You've taken that step?" asked the old man with a shudder.

If that's the case, they're just stupid. The people who took that step were not something they could offend, these people died in vain.

"Which step are you talking about?" Yang Mo asked knowingly.

Naturally, he didn't take that step, but he stepped out of the eighth step of Feiyun's straight up, but he never used it. Taking seven steps is not his limit, but it still consumes most of the energy in his body, and he is now very weak and a little powerless.

He was bluffing, he could fight again, but there was no possibility of killing him from so many people.

On the way here, he calculated that only by killing the leader with Feiyun Zhishang could he deter everyone, and he and Xiao Shan would have a chance of survival.

The old man was silent. He and everyone were carefully observing Yang Mo, wanting to find clues from Yang Mo's body. A young man in his twenties, they can't believe they've taken that step.