The battle between the societies is going on, and so is the battle for Ling Huo'er. Nantang's brothers fell one after another, and Nan Zhaobo was furious.

This Nima, a group of big men, can't even solve a little girl, it's too embarrassing.

And Qiang Dong and the others also contacted their brothers, and directly ordered their brothers to go to support the Qingping Society and deal with Nantang together.

Half an hour later, with the addition of these people, Nantang's situation got worse and worse.

Without support, two of the parities chose to surrender in despair. And those club bosses who were good friends with Nan Zhaobo did not send their own men to support.

They suddenly felt that Nantang couldn't support it, and they didn't want to bury Nantang.

They are waiting for the outcome before making a decision.

Yang Mo didn't make a move, but when he sat here, he was really a thousand troops, blocking many strong people for the two clubs. This is the power of the strong, a real strong man, many times there is no need to make a move.

Ling Huo'er used his fists and kicks for the first time today, and it also proved to everyone that it was absolutely impossible to underestimate any hermit.

Seclusion, that is a title that only people who are truly capable and have seen through the world are qualified to have.

The news from the hall came back little by little, and Nan Zhaobo just wanted to lift the table.

But he couldn't do anything, and the strong people around him didn't dare to send him to support. If Yang Mo wanted to kill someone, he couldn't resist it alone.

All he could tell everyone was to wait and wait.

As long as you can hold on for a little longer, you will be able to win the final victory.

Yu Chao sighed again and again in the crowd, he didn't go to the battlefield, he was always a bystander.

He really wanted to question Nan Zhaobo, you have pinned your hopes on others, even if Nantang won the final victory, what can you do?

At that time, was the Nantang still the same Nantang that once looked down on the world?

Ling Huo'er's battle lasted for more than three hours, and she was already covered with sweat, and her clothes were close to her body, which was very fragrant and tempting.

There were a lot of big men on the ground, and only three of them were still able to stand and have combat power.

"Okay, I'm tired, that's all for today. Ling Huo'er waved her hand and walked towards Yang Mo.

"Miss, the winner hasn't been decided yet, why be in such a hurry to finish? If you don't have the strength, it doesn't matter. As long as you're lying down and passive. Brother Mu spoke to stop him.

"There's no point in fighting, you're no match for me. Ling Huo'er rolled her eyes with disdain.

"Miss, the rules on the battlefield are not something you can do if you want to end it. Brother Mu stepped forward.

Whether it was for his own dignity or for Nantang, he would not let Ling Huo'er go out of the battlefield.

At the same time, another person moved and attacked Ling Huo'er from behind.

He had only one purpose, and that was to let Ling Huo'er die. If Ling Huo'er is exhausted, don't even think about dodging.

Ling Huo'er felt the strong wind and was furious. A group of men are sneaking up on them from behind, what kind of club heroes is this?

At such a close distance, the opponent struck with all his might. Although he couldn't kill Ling Huo'er, he would inevitably be injured.

"I think you're tired of being crooked. ”

Just as Ling Huo'er was about to make a move, a loud shout sounded in his ears, and then the figure attacking Ling Huo'er flew out upside down.

The two arms shrugged weakly, and their faces were full of horror and puzzlement.

"As a generation of strong men, what kind of hero is it to kill people behind his back? Is it a king or a loser? This concept is not suitable for such an occasion. ”

Yang Mo stepped forward and slammed the man's chest.

The sound of something shattering, the man's body fell limply, blood spurting down the seven orifices.

And the crowd saw that the man was dead and thorough.

Several strong men looked at Yang Mo, angry and shocked, but no one dared to stand up for revenge.

This person was one of the strongest people here, but he couldn't even resist Yang Mo's two attacks.

This is killing gods!

"I didn't want to do it, but you have to force me to do it, I think Nantang's style is like this, there is no need to keep it. Yang Mo withdrew his hand and spoke lightly.

Contempt, contempt, but Nan Zhaobo and everyone did not dare to respond. To provoke Yang Mo at this time, they must consider whether they can afford the price.

Nan Zhaobo is still self-aware, and his strength is on par with the dead. To be exact, that person was not Nantang's brother, but a helper he specially hired.

"It's all a misunderstanding, this brother wants to have a discussion with the girl, and now that he is dead, he deserves it. Nan Zhaobo opened his mouth to respond.

Hearing this, Yang Mo glanced at Nan Zhaobo. Just a glance, no words, no movement.

But just this glance made Nan Zhaobo eager to find a crack in the ground to get into. He saw pathetic and pitiful in Yang Mo's eyes.

There is no mockery, but it is better than mockery.

"Huo'er, let's go take a shower, and when we're clean, we should go back too. Yang Mo said.

"Good. Ling Huo'er answered and walked out of the room.

Nima, do you want to look down on us so much? Bathing in our turf? Are you really not afraid of what we will do? Well, we really don't dare to do anything, although the grievances make people want to go crazy.

There is not a word of ridicule, only some action. But the lethality of action is a hundred times more powerful than verbal mockery.

Yu Chao and the others couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Nantang is about to fall, this is everyone's voice. Even if Nantang survived, in the eyes of everyone, it was just a joke.

Ling Huo'er took a bath for two hours, and Yang Mo sat quietly alone for two hours.

During this period, the people of Nantang did not say a word.

Until the commotion came from downstairs, Xiao Xuan and Jiang Chen walked in side by side.

With a bang, the mobile phone in Nan Zhaobo's hand fell to the ground.

All the people in Nantang sighed at the same time, what it meant for these two people to appear, can be imagined.

Defeated, Nantang defeated, completely defeated.

"I didn't expect this place to be even bloodier than ours, didn't you say okay, you won't make a move?" Xiao Xuan said angrily.

She was originally very happy to show off in front of Yang Mo, but in the end, it was with Yang Mo's help.

"I didn't do anything, I never got involved in this fight. Yang Mo explained innocently.

"So that's the case, then I can tell you now about the results of our Qingping Society this time.

Did you know that five hall masters and deputy hall masters died in Nantang, and seven surrendered. All the people in the hall surrendered, and not even one of them escaped. They all said, "I want to be my soldiers." Xiao Xuan showed off excitedly.

She didn't notice that the last time she showed off was a few years ago, to her grandfather, that day, and the same as now, with a sunny smile on his face.