Yang Mo's words were exchanged for a voice of disdain. Death is still on the verge of putting on a fork, is it interesting?

When people come to the door, is it to give them their heads? They must be fully prepared.

If Nie Shao was here, he must have cursed in his heart, he gave in to Yang Mo, it was helpless, he wished that Yang Mo would die quickly, and let himself breathe.

In contrast, Zhang Jing had a smile on his face. His opponent is not Yang Mo, and he thinks that he is not Yang Mo's opponent either. What he wants to do is to bring down Zhang Xu's father and son after Yang Mo's death and successfully ascend to the throne.

Under everyone's gaze, the masked man took off his robes, revealing a tight outfit. On the shoulders of the blouse, four stars hung from it.

It's not a military uniform, but everyone's eyes are drawn to these four stars. The one who can hang the star on his shoulder must be a general, or the best among the generals.

"General, I don't know when there will be one more general in the organization. Yang Mo sighed.

That's right, and only the strategists have the qualifications to do it themselves.

At the border pass, the generals are divided into four ranks, and the lowest rank is the rock general, which means that this man is as hard and powerful as a rock. Secondly, it is the town general, the general who guards one side, can dominate one side, hold heavy troops, and pick one out of ten thousand. In addition to the merits on the battlefield, it is also necessary to have the strength of the coordinating side.

Next, it is for the generals, the generals who led the army to the battle, and got such a title, all of them are eagles on the battlefield. Commander of thousands of troops, a key figure who combines victory and defeat in battle.

At the same time, the general is also the core of an organization. At this level, in the organization, it's almost a word.

And above these three kinds of generals, there is also a military rank, and this title is the general.

The general is the first of the four generals, but he is also above the four generals. A general never looks at merit, nor does he look at the ability to coordinate and command, and there can only be one possibility to become a general, that is, an individual has a strong force.

A powerful general who can fight against ten rock generals at the same time.

If the conscription will be the foundation of an organization, then the strategy will be the killer weapon in the organization.

Before Yang Mo became the young master, he was a general, with four stars on his shoulders.

In the organization, there are never more than two people in the army. Now, the organization is in turmoil, countless strong people have fallen, and the number of generals is less than a palm, and the arrival of this person means that the battle between the two sides has officially begun.

"The Blood Demon's gaze is always above the sky, and naturally he doesn't remember it. I admire the Blood Fiend, and my dream was to join you. It's a pity that the situation in the world is not something I can control.

I'm here today to take your life, and I ask the Blood Demon not to blame him. ”

The masked man said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't want to kill a general with my own hands, and killing any of them is a great loss to my family and country. Yang Mo sighed.

This is what he said in his heart, cultivating a general consumes ten times more resources than cultivating a general.

And many of the generals are extremely talented people who are difficult to recreate.

"It would be my honor to die at the hands of the Blood Fiend. However, since I dare to come, I am confident that I will be the final victor in this battle. The masked man slowly pulled out his trouser belt.

It wasn't a trouser belt, it wasn't a leather whip, it was a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings.

This is his killer weapon and his last hole card. On the battlefield, few people can force him to take out this sword, but in the face of Yang Mo, he can only take out this sword to have any hope of winning.

The breeze came, and the soft sword let out a soft roar.

Yang Mo stared at the soft sword and said: "I have long heard that there is a master of playing swords in the organization, as long as the sword is unsheathed, it will automatically lead to the wind. ”

There was a sound of inhalation all around. It turns out that it is not the wind that blows the sword, but the sword that moves. There is a gap between heaven and earth. Everyone present could feel the breeze, but the masked man hadn't yet wielded the sword in his hand.

If it dances, won't it stir up a storm?

The soft sword finally moved, and as everyone had expected, it rolled up in gusts of wind.

The crowd was blown back by the wind, their clothes and long hair fluttering.

As far as the eye can see, there is no longer the figure of the masked man, only thousands of swords dancing, bringing up thousands of exquisite sword flowers.

These sword flowers are like Kong Ming lanterns, rising.

"Is this the strength of the general? This is too powerful, it only takes one sword to kill everyone present in an instant, right?"

"This person is here, Xing'er's great revenge will inevitably be avenged, and Yang Mo is dead. ”

This is the voice of everyone, a sword turns into thousands of swords, a living person, but he can't see his figure, but he can firmly control the entire battlefield in his hands.

Even though Yang Mo is powerful, can he compare with such a strong man? This is the difference between man and God.

In the face of the overwhelming attack, Yang Mo drew his blood blade and resisted left and right.

Those sword flowers are not ornaments, nor are they used to confuse the eyes, but they are real attacks.

This is the true power of the generation.

The blood blade resists left and right, and can slash out more than a dozen times a second. It's so fast that you can't see it clearly, but the visual effect it presents is not the same as that brought by the masked man.

Zhang Qianqian clenched her fists tightly, worried like never before. This time, she didn't have the confidence of her ancestor, she only hated herself for being too weak and couldn't help Yang Mo anything.

Zhang Xu's father and son are also very complicated in their hearts, they are very worried about Yang Mo, and they also hope that the family can succeed in revenge. Caught between family and friendship, they are torn between a rock and a hard place.

"Zhang He, help Yang Mo. Ye Huan said.

"Don't worry, I won't let him hurt Yang Mo. Zhang He responded, like a hurricane, rushing into the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

One step of more than ten meters triggered a burst of exclamations.

The elders of the Zhang family noticed Zhang He for the first time, and they were overjoyed. This kind of strength is beyond ordinary people, can it be said that there can be another general in the family?

Quite a few people were ecstatic in their hearts. If Zhang He can rise, it will be able to make up for the vacancy of Zhang Xing's death.

However, in the next second, the ecstasy turned into shock, and Zhang He was struck out by a sword and fell heavily to the ground, smashing the ground into a big hole.

Everyone changed color for a while, as strong as Zhang He couldn't get involved in such a battle, so how powerful are these two people?

"Zhang He, are you okay?" Ye Huan helped Zhang He up, his eyes full of worry.

"It's okay! It's just that this kind of fight is not something I can control. Zhang He responded. The eyes are full of fighting spirit.

It's not terrible to lose, he believes that one day, he will become so strong.