Once, Yang Mo was the mountain that all of them looked up to, and this man would always create miracles again and again, leading them to survive in desperate situations.

Once, Heng Peng thought that he would always be able to be a small soldier crawling at Yang Mo's feet. An assassination and a civil strife made his mind active and gave him a 'dream' that he shouldn't have.

In the end, he chose to stab his comrades, a good brother who was born and died, and rebelled. For more than two years, I stepped on the blood of the deceased and walked step by step to where I am today.

Everyone in the Wang family was already messy, and the horizontal swing used to be under Yang Mo's command, and this news was tantamount to shocking. Lu Ze racked his brains again, he could be sure that Yang Mo was not an unknown person.

Among the younger generation at the border, there are only so many famous people, why can't you remember it?

"Sister Qianqian, what is the identity of brother-in-law?" Wang Zhaohe swallowed and foamed.

"This, I don't know, I just know that he's a thug. Bai Qianqian responded in shock.

How strong is Yang Mo? Every time Yang Mo made a move before, she thought that it was Yang Mo's full strength, Yang Mo's extreme, but now it seems that it is not.

"Do you have a knife? Ordinary kitchen knife, lend me one. Yang Mo asked Wang Tianfeng on the side.

"Yes, yes!" Wang Tianfeng nodded again and again.

Their lives were decided in Yang Mo's hands, and they didn't dare to have any delay.

In a few moments, someone brought a decent kitchen knife. It's a freshly sharpened kitchen knife, and it hasn't been used to cut meat yet.

"It's not easy, but it's enough. Yang Mo took the kitchen knife and walked down the steps step by step, looking a little funny.

"It turns out that you also need a weapon to deal with my little Rollo. The past is only the past after all, and the king is no longer the king. Sideways sneered.

In the past, Yang Mo, killing his kind of existence, only one punch was enough, what kind of weapon to use? With the help of the power of the weapon, it was proved that Yang Mo was really seriously injured, and he was long gone.

"Against you, naturally there is no need. It's just that people like you don't deserve my hands stained with your blood. ”

Yang Mo made a knife at a distance of about two meters from the horizontal pendulum. That's why he uses a knife. This person made Yang Mo feel disgusted.

I saw a flash of silver light, and the people who were shining couldn't open their eyes.

After the silver light was scattered, Yang Mo was still standing in place, the knife in his hand was still smooth and clean, and it was not stained with blood.

However, the horizontal swing two meters away, from the chest to the lower abdomen, there is a long opening, straight one, deep to the bone.

No way!

This is everyone's voice, in less than a second, the two of them are still in place, how did Yang Mo do it?

As long as Tie Shou and Jiang Chen were dumbfounded. Of the people present, only the two of them could see clearly how Yang Mo came out with the knife.

It's too fast, faster than lightning. And it was just a light, and the knife did not come close. The sideways swing also didn't have time to react either.

This is the voice of two people.

"This knife is what I gave to your best friend. Once, he was in a desperate situation and did not give up on you. Once, he gave you the last of his food. But in your sleep, you cut off his head. ”

At the end of his words, Yang Mo once again took out the knife.

Run!

This time, the swing made the choice. This is not a sick cat, but a real tiger. He is not an opponent, the king is still the king, and the god of war is still the god of war.

Click!

One of the lower legs of the horizontal swing was cut off and fell to the ground.

"This knife, I gave it to your captain. He guides you and protects you. In the end, because of your betrayal, I committed suicide with hatred. In the middle of the night, have you ever seen his despair before he died?"

Scratch!

"This knife, I sent it for the volley... This knife I gave to General Yum who guided you to join the organization... This knife, I gave it to Mr. Lu's innocent family..."

In just one minute, Yang Mo slashed out one hundred and twenty-seven knives, and the knife was bloody, and the knife was exposed.

Swinging horizontally, all over the body is covered with wounds, not a single intact skin, not a single bone that has never been broken...

The onlookers couldn't bear to look at it directly, is this the legendary Ling Chi? More than 100 knives, Heng Pendulum is still alive, but not dead. A lot of people are scared and glazed over...

"Demon King, you are the Demon King. Sideways swayed lips and roared.

He didn't know what the pain was like.

"I'm the Demon King, but I have the bottom line of being a human being, and I know what the responsibility on my shoulders is!

Yang Mo raised the kitchen knife in his hand again.

"This last knife was given to me, I never thought that there would be traitors under my men!"

The sword flashed, and the human head flew a hundred meters away.

A tear flowed from Yang Mo's eyes, he was full of confidence in his team, and never believed that anyone would betray. At this moment, his heart ached, no less than when he learned of his friend's death.

For a long time, no one bothered Yang Mo, and there was not a single sound in the huge manor. Only the blood of the swing is flowing.

This scene will be deeply imprinted in everyone's mind and linger.

"Demon... Mr. Yang, are you alright?"

I don't know how long it has been, Lu Ze stepped forward to ask.

When he said the word demon king from the sideways, he finally understood Yang Mo's identity. The reappearance of a man who had disappeared for two years made him uncontrollable and excited.

Yang Mo is not just a person, but a border barrier in the hearts of many people. At the beginning, when there was civil strife in this organization, even the highest level had people asking for orders to intervene.

If nothing else, just to protect Yang Mo. The border barrier, the future of China, cannot fall!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, Mr. Wang, I didn't control my emotions for a while, and I scared you. Yang Mo smiled at everyone.

This smile scared countless people into dissipation, and a thousand knives cut off one person, you can still laugh so naturally, are you a devil?

"Yes, we should thank you, Mr. Yang, if it weren't for your action, we would be in danger today!" Wang Lao stepped forward with a smile on his face.

In the end, it was this man who helped them out of trouble.

"Elder Wang is polite, Qianqian and I are here today to give you birthday greetings. This is also a gesture, not enough to worry about. Yang Mo understated.

A rock general, Yang Mo has never put it in his eyes. Generals also have ranks, and rock generals are just the lowest.

He said it lightly, but others did not dare to take it lightly. That's the man who has scrapped the Iron Hand.

"Mr. Yang is modest, but how should this person be handled?" asked Wang respectfully.

He could tell that Yang Mo's identity was higher than that of Mr. Lu. Mr. Lu's identity has reached the point where it is unspeakable, and Yang Mo's identity is unimaginable.

He, a local snake, had to be treated respectfully. Whatever Yang Mo says, he will abide by it unconditionally.

"Just find a place to bury it. Yang Mo didn't even look at the corpse.

This person is not worth it!