"Yang Mo, Shaoyangzi eight years ago, he broke Lin Mountain with a sword, angrily killed the black hand master who took that step, and destroyed a powerful society second only to Beige, and became famous in a battle, Chuzhou knows everything. Xiao Xuan reminded in a whisper on the side.

She felt that several of them were just commentators, always constantly popularizing science for Yang Mo. Otaku at home, after all, know too little things.

"I still don't understand you talking to me. Who is the black hand?Is Lin Shan a mountain?" Yang Mo asked seriously.

Forehead... Xiao Xuan was speechless, can't he tell Yang Mo about geography and history anymore, right?

"That's also a level that you can't reach. Senior Brother Ye died at your hands, it's really sad. Shaoyangzi sighed.

Seeing that the two of them were talking, Ye Chenhao didn't urge, and the more indifferent Shaoyangzi was, the more confident he became. Only the real masters will collapse in front of Mount Tai, and their faces will not change.

"Indeed, I agree with your words, my level is too high, so I don't know your name, so have you heard of my name?" Yang Mo asked.

Shaoyangzi chuckled: "If it's just a very ordinary name, don't report it." ”

His name as Shaoyangzi is not a real name, but an honorific title. He was also very curious that Yang Mo was so arrogant and had a famous code name.

"They all call me the Son of the Blood Demon. Yang Mo said.

"Hehe, is this your screen name in the game? Do you think this is a mythical world?" Shaoyangzi couldn't help but laugh.

I thought it was a great name, but it turned out to be so old-fashioned. Levels, it's a terrible thing.

He spread out his palms: "Since you are a nobody, you won't waste time, return the sword to me, kill you, and I will go back." You don't want to take my sword for yourself, do you?"

"If you want a sword, you have to take it yourself. ”

The sword flew out of his hand and plunged into the bluestone ground again.

"Do you think that if I don't have a sword, I can't help you? ”

I saw Shaoyangzi's palm slapping in the air at will, and the wicker on his head fell down.

He grasped it firmly in his hand, and the soft wicker instantly straightened, and with a wave, several sword flowers bloomed. When there was no shadow, it was already stabbing towards Yang Mo's chest.

"So handsome!" exclaimed everyone.

Shaoyangzi is dressed in white, with red eyebrows and phoenix eyes, he is already dusty, and his posture of swinging a sword is more handsome.

Several middle-aged women were instantly fascinated.

Bei Xuanli's face was solemn, staring at the wicker. He felt a powerful sword intent. If it was replaced by him, he didn't dare to despise it, so he could only go all out.

Yang Mo turned sideways and dodged the past. At the same time, the palm of the hand slapped on the wicker, and the wicker made a metallic trill.

At the same time, a strong force shook towards Shaoyangzi's arm.

"It's a master, but you're still going to die. If you meet me, no one can save you today. ”

Shaoyangzi let out a loud shout, forcing Yang Mo's attack back, and the wicker stabbed at Yang Mo's ribs from the side.

This sword is very tricky, and if it is hit, the wicker will be inserted directly into the heart.

Although it is only two moves, it is a fatal move. In the air, all the shadows refracted by the wicker are dazzling.

"Ruthless!"

At the moment when the wicker touched the clothes, Yang Mo reached out two fingers and clamped the wicker.

The two of them each grabbed one end, and the wicker was pulled straight, making a sonorous sound, and the trembling became more and more violent.

"What are they doing?" the crowd looked at the two of them, a little dazed.

"They're competing with wicker, so strong and so strong. "Bei Xuanli said two in a row, so strong.

He felt a powerful wave of power on the wicker.

"You want to snatch my wicker, you're dreaming!" Shaoyangzi slapped on the wicker again.

"I'm not rare. ”

Yang Mo let go of the wicker, stuck to the wicker, and threw himself at Shaoyangzi.

"Look for death!"

Shaoyangzi smiled in his heart, he had already won. Yang Mo was in a hurry to end the battle and opened the back door wide.

As long as his wicker is wrapped around Yang Mo's neck, it will make Yang Mo's body look different.

Before he could attack, the wicker turned to ashes and was blown away by a gust of wind.

Before he could retract his smile, Yang Mo had already come closer.

You can only withdraw your hand and defend as fast as you can.

Boom!

Yang Mo's fist still smashed on his chest, and Shaoyangzi's body flew out upside down.

As soon as the throat is sweet, blood will spurt out. He gritted his teeth and forced it back.

He has never been defeated in his life, and he cannot be ruined by a small person.

Yang Mo smiled lightly, and punched again, Shaoyangzi could no longer maintain his image, and rolled against the ground.

"Defeated, Shaoyangzi defeated!" someone muttered to himself.

"Impossible, that's the young and famous Shaoyangzi, the Tianjiao of the entire Chuzhou. ”

"Eight years ago, it was like a scorching sun. Eight years later, it should only be stronger.

There are middle-aged women who can't accept this fact, and their hearts ache like stabs.

It's so strong!

Shaoyangzi knew that he was underestimating the enemy, and Yang Mo was enough to fight him, and even slightly above him.

However, he never had the word failure in his dictionary, and he did not allow himself to fail.

"I haven't lost yet, I haven't used all my strength yet. ”

With his palm slapping on the ground, his body soared into the air again, flying towards where the sword was.

"Shaoyangzi didn't lose, he was just careless. He's going to take out his sword, he's so handsome!"

Shaoyangzi's hand grabbed the hilt of the sword, and after circling the sword, he did a somersault in the air and pulled out the sword with force.

The action is gorgeous, and it can be called a show.

But, but... The next second, he fell to the ground and came into close contact with the earth again.

He looked at the sword in his hand in shock, almost demented.

He didn't pull the sword out of the stone.

How is this possible? His control of power is almost extreme, any punch can smash a big hole in the ground, how can he not pull out a sword?

At this moment, he seemed to understand what Yang Mo's sentence meant by wanting the sword to be taken by himself.

"Come again!"

He shouted, and he was angry!

Boom!

Yang Mo trampled him out with a kick. The sword was still firmly in place.

There was silence all around, and even if everyone didn't want to admit it, they had to admit the fact that Shaoyangzi was being abused by Yang Mo and Chi Guoguo.

Ye Chenhao knelt on the ground in despair, Shaoyangzi lost, and the legendary hermit master was not Yang Mo's opponent. Who else can he seek revenge on?

When Shaoyangzi got up from the ground, her hair and clothes were all covered with mud, and her face was covered with a long scar.

"It's not easy for you to grow up, I won't kill you today, go back and tell your master, don't run to die, I don't have time to kill him."

This sword is considered a punishment for you, and now you can go. Yang Mo spoke indifferently.