Two seconds later, blood came out of the True King's neck, and only a little bit of blood reddened his skin.

If you look closely, you will find a subtle line on the neck.

In a few tenths of a second, only a few tenths of a second away, his throat was cut by Yang Mo, and the double-sided scimitar was no longer useful.

"Who the hell are you?" the True King asked aloud.

He couldn't understand how Yang Mo did it. No matter how fast Yang Mo's knife technique is, no matter how fast it is, it shouldn't cut his throat so precisely.

The knife just now, no matter how you look at it, he can resist it.

But Yang Mo did it, not only did it, but it was also a fatal blow.

"You've probably heard that they call me the Son of the Blood Demon. Yang Mo said indifferently.

"It's you, it's you. Two years ago, no one was killed. ”

"It's me. ”

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to reappear on the battlefield. It's all to blame for being so arrogant, never putting anyone in my eyes, and not looking at your photos.

Blood Demon, killing me won't do you or me any good, we're all pawns on someone else's chessboard, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

How can the true king not understand, what is going on? This is someone who is killing people with a knife, and he is a ***, and his death is about to detonate a battle.

He has been dormant for twenty-four years, and as soon as he appeared, he became a blockbuster and attracted everyone's attention. He was crowned king in World War I, won the title in two years, and created a legend.

He has always considered himself the strongest and smartest and never takes anyone into account. The thing he regretted the most was that the Blood Demon left too early and did not become a stepping stone to his fame.

And it ended up like this, isn't that telling him that he's a joke?

"People, there should always be some setbacks, and the sooner the better. Otherwise, the costs will be greater. Yang Mo sighed lightly.

Behind him, the True King closed his eyes, his body still riding on the back of the horse, and did not roll down.

The general who fought with Meng Jun abandoned Meng Jun and walked towards the true king.

Meng Jun took a breath and stared at Yang Mo, he was very dissatisfied with Yang Mo's lightness, they were fighting, their partners were sacrificing, Yang Mo should show his strength. However, he didn't know how to speak. Just now, he said the big words himself.

In the distance, some wounds appeared on Sizhang's body, and he really couldn't support it anymore. His opponent sneered again and raised his butcher knife.

"True King!"

Suddenly, the general let out a desperate roar, causing the battlefield to stand still for a second.

Before everyone could react, the general rushed towards Yang Mo.

"You kill the true king, go and die. ”

This sentence, like thunder, exploded in everyone's minds, causing strange changes on the battlefield.

But before they could react, the general's head flew up.

"The king of your family is not my opponent, let alone you? hatred can really make a person lose his mind and become stupid. Yang Mo spoke indifferently.

I don't know how long the battlefield froze, all the aliens abandoned their opponents and rushed towards Yang Mo.

Everyone had only one thought, and that was to let Yang Mo die.

"Kill!" Meng Jun yelled and threw himself at the other general.

"Kill!" all the killers were in a hot mood.

The opponent's rhythm is disrupted, and then it's their home field.

A few minutes later, all the aliens were killed.

The killers are cheering and celebrating. This victory means too much to them.

"Blood Fiend, thank you this time. Meng Jun came over and thanked Yang Mo.

If it weren't for Yang Mo killing the true king, he didn't know how many brothers he would have lost today. He was also convinced by Yang Mo, Yang Mo killed the true king, but he couldn't help one of his generals, this is the gap.

He regretted that he didn't see the scene of Yang Mo killing the true king with his own eyes, which was definitely a regret in his life.

"Thank me for what I did? This is my battlefield. Yang Mo put away the blood blade and responded.

Hearing this, Meng Jun's face turned red again, it was all his recklessness, and he almost wiped out the whole army. When it comes to cooperation, he doesn't have the face to speak anymore.

"By the way, Mr. Meng, I'm curious, why do you have to find someone to work with, is it just because of the ambition of your organization?" Yang Mo asked.

Meng Jun nodded: "Indeed, this is the ambition of the organization, wanting to come out of the dark corners. Mr. Yang, you may never understand what it is like to be hidden in the dark for many years. We are top killers, so we should have a place where we belong, and we should let the world know our name. ”

Yang Mo continued to ask: "Chenguang is also a powerful existence on the killer list now, and you also have reputation and status, money and wealth. Haven't you thought about the consequences of doing this? Aren't you afraid of playing with fire**?"

"We are naturally afraid, but we also want to fight, this is the will of all brothers. On the battlefield, there can also be our shadow, and our names can also be recorded in the annals of history in the future. Meng Jun responded.

"Well, you have such thoughts, and I respect you. But the matter of cooperation, let's forget it. I don't really have such an idea, and my brothers won't agree either. However, if I need cooperation one day in the future, I will take the initiative to come to you. ”

Yang Mo said the same thing to Qin Tai, and this was the only answer he could give.

This result was completely different from what Meng Jun had thought before, but it also made Meng Jun very satisfied. He no longer has any arrogance, he just hopes that the two sides will not become enemies.

Bidding farewell to Meng Jun and his party, Yang Mo walked in the direction where Bai Qianqian was.

"Meng Lao, are we going back too?" asked Si Zhang.

"I can't go back yet, the Blood Demon is not a submissive person, we may be able to help him, and by the way, we can vent for you. Meng Jun's eyes narrowed.

To be a bystander? No, he was going to get involved in the fight.

"You mean, we're going to do something to this organization?" exclaimed.

A group of people are enthusiastic, such a battle, they are looking forward to it too much. It has always been their dream to work with people at the border.

At the same time, in the black land, the king's coercion swept the entire palace, and everyone trembled. Several generals and kings immediately went to the main hall of the palace to meet their only king.

"Your Majesty, what is going on to make you so angry?" the crowd asked tentatively.

"Mu Ya is dead. The king said in a deep voice.

As the King of Bloodlines, there is a special way of sensing between them, and he can be the first to know the news.

A group of people looked at each other and did not dare to respond. The True King, who has risen for less than two years, is revered and worshipped by everyone, even as a hope.

This person is so strong that he is called the blood demon of his own clan by many people, and he will be able to break through the border and rise to power for thousands of miles in the future.

When such a person died, it was no wonder that the king was so angry.