He had a lot of confusion and wanted to ask, but he also knew that the villain died of talking too much. Yang Mo must be dealt with as soon as possible, he doesn't know if there is still an army behind him, he doesn't dare to gamble.

More than a dozen people emerged from all around, appearing in front of the gate, on the wall, and on the roof, surrounding the entire courtyard.

These people, some of them were masters in the village, and some were members of Xingyaotang, all of whom came from Los Angeles overnight.

They had only one purpose, and that was to kill Yang Mo.

Looking at the dead old village chief, these people were all filled with grief and anger, and their killing intent was even stronger than before.

"Crowds are not the key to success. Yang Mo shook his head slightly.

"But two fists are hard to beat four hands, Yang Mo, you dare to break in. Two years ago, you performed a miracle, and I don't believe you can still do a miracle this time. Kill!"

The middle-aged man stepped in, and with each step he fell, there would be footprints on the ground that were an inch deep. At the same time, one more step will increase his momentum.

"Dragon Nine Days, you are also a descendant of the royal family. Yang Mo became solemn.

The Dragon Walk for Nine Heavens is a secret method of royal martial arts, which only people from the royal family can learn and never pass on.

This secret method is very strange, after each step falls, it will integrate the power of the previous steps into the next step, which is a geometric increase. When the ninth step falls, it is said that the person who opens the lower part of the pulse can reach the power of taking that step, and even the high stage of the open pulse will be trampled to death.

When a generation of emperors created this method, they were telling all beings in the world that in front of the emperor, anyone was dust under their feet, and they could be broken in one step.

"Count you as acquaintances. You are the first to let this king use the secret method. If you hadn't attacked Uncle Wang and killed him, you didn't need the help of others, and this king and Uncle Wang could have trampled you to death. ”

The words fell, just as the fourth step fell, and he stepped towards Yang Mo's chest.

The coercion is like Mount Tai hanging on the top, and the ground under his feet can't bear the cracks.

"The dynasty has long since perished, and he still calls himself this king, and he is shameless. You regard sentient beings as ants, but you don't know that sentient beings also have to break the sky. ”

In the next second, Yang Mo also took a step. It was only a small step that made him appear above the middle-aged man, and the soles of his feet stepped on the middle-aged man's thighs.

One more step, it has come to the chest of the middle-aged man.

The third step crossed over his head.

In the fourth step, Yang Mo really launched an attack, stepping on the soles of his feet from above the sky.

"Flying clouds!"

Someone around exclaimed.

The middle-aged man's face was difficult to see the extreme. Flying Clouds is a spell created by a generation of grandmasters specifically to restrain the dragon for the Nine Heavens. It is intended to tell the emperor that you regard the people as dust, and if you trample them under your feet, we will be clouds in the sky, levitating above your head.

Back then, as soon as this spell came out, there was a storm of anti-emperors. In the end, the imperial court sent troops to suppress it, and the grandmaster was also killed, and Feiyun was lost and never seen again.

"Isn't it lost above the flying clouds, why do you use it!"

After a fight, the instinct was restrained, and the middle-aged man fell behind and coughed up blood.

Others rushed to the top and used all kinds of means together to fight for opportunities for middle-aged people. The middle-aged man was able to breathe and distance himself from Yang Mo.

"Death does not mean it is lost. No one uses it, just because the dynasty has fallen. ”

Yang Mo dodged the attack and continued to take the fifth step.

"Then see how much you can do it. ”

The middle-aged man also had enough strength, went and returned, and took the fifth step.

With the same number of steps, he will be restrained, but if he can take a little more steps, he can still turn defeat into victory.

A moment later, the middle-aged man took the sixth step again, and his strength was no weaker than that of a toppled edifice. His companions also had to avoid it.

This step came towards Yang Mo, if Yang Mo couldn't take the sixth step, he didn't need to waste much strength and directly hit Yang Mo hard. With so many people around, Yang Moge could be killed on the spot.

Between the words, the attacks of several people came again, and they cooperated quite closely.

"It's just six steps, what do you have to be proud of?" Yang Mo snorted lightly and also took the sixth step.

For other people's attacks, he went all the way. As long as his fists are fast enough, these people's attacks can't hurt him.

After another collision, the middle-aged man spurted blood again, and hurriedly took the seventh step.

As soon as he took the sixth step, he was ready to strike, and it was this hasty blow that he wanted.

Seven steps is already his limit. The dragon walks nine steps, step by step, and it is also difficult step by step, even the old village chief is only seven steps, and he can't take the eighth step, because it is the power beyond martial arts.

This step fell, like the power of heaven and earth. The attacks of their companions were also affected, and they were much slower. Yang Mo, who bore the brunt of the attack, even had a feeling of suffocation, as if the sky was falling. If it weren't for Feiyun Zhizhi, Yang Mo would never dare to resist in the face of such an attack.

"Floating clouds everywhere!"

Yang Mo went against the current and also took the seventh step. An auspicious cloud under your feet breaks all the pressure. At the same time, with him as the center, the entire village was drifting with wisps of mist.

Compared with the coercion of middle-aged people, in the clouds, everyone only feels comfortable.

"Impossible, no one has ever been able to take the seventh step, this kind of supernatural power has surpassed martial arts. The middle-aged man screamed in horror.

The eighth step of the nine steps of the dragon line is beyond the range of the open pulse, and the seventh step of Feiyun is beyond the open pulse, as long as Yang Mo is a master of the open pulse, if he doesn't take that step, he won't be able to take this step.

"Nothing is impossible, today I will step on your fake dragon. ”

Rumble!

One step down, the middle-aged man's body fell straight down, smashing the ground out of a human-shaped pit.

The people I saw all had numb scalps, which was already beyond the scope of martial arts, almost divine might. At this moment, Yang Mo, who stepped on the clouds, was more like a god, imprinted in their minds.

"Kill him! Kill him, and there will be no stronger man here. Xiao Shan ran out of the room, shouting as he was about to join the battlefield again.

"Don't you want to go, are you waiting to die?" Yang Mo's scolding was like a blow to Xiao Shan's head.

Xiao Shan didn't have time to think about it, so he turned around and ran, rushing towards the mountain peak on the side.

"Don't let any of them go, seven steps are beyond his limit, and then it's his period of weakness. ”

The two old men stood in front of the middle-aged man and spoke coldly.

They were right, this step had already drained Yang Mo, and the next step was his period of weakness.

It would be good if he took this opportunity to kill the middle-aged man, but with a few old men in the middle, he had no chance.

"Weakness, you can see it. ”

Yang Mo snorted coldly and stepped on someone's chest. The man's chest was pierced, and his internal organs were shattered and flowed all over the ground.

This is the aftermath of flying clouds! The mortal body can't resist it at all.

Non-stop, Yang Mo stepped out a few times one after another, and it was a mess.

Seeing the miserable picture, several old men were full of anger. These are their excellent juniors, and they are the geniuses of the family.

"Retreat, get away from him. This person lasts a maximum of one minute. An old man shouted anxiously.

For a time, everyone scattered as birds and beasts, and fled in the wilderness.