Yang Mo drank the tea in one gulp, and the fragrance spread down his throat to the entire lobes of his lungs.

"Snow top cold? It turned out to be Mr. Fang Weng. It's really a big deal, and it's a lore as soon as you make a move. Yang Mo said.

Mr. Fang Weng, the only general in his twenties in the organization, is a marshal who coordinates the overall situation.

A few years ago, this person became famous in a big encirclement and suppression, and became the youngest general in the organization, with a status far above Orchid Finger and others, and was in the top ten in the organization.

Back then, it was also because of that large-scale encirclement and suppression that the enemy's vitality was greatly damaged, so he had to shrink his front and choose to retreat. It is precisely because of this that there is no worry about foreign enemies, which gives the organization time to break out into a civil war.

This man has never appeared in the center of the battlefield, but his prestige has spread at home and abroad.

Back then, Yang Mo respected this person very much.

Mr. Fang Weng chuckled: "I haven't seen you for two years, and the Blood Demon is still as high-spirited as ever. It's just that I can't do it anymore, and I've been ostracized in the organization. No, such a dangerous task to deal with you has fallen on me. ”

Yang Mo responded with a smile: "If it were someone else, I would be sure that he would stay, but Your Excellency is a freeman, and I still have self-knowledge." ”

"Drink tea first and catch up on the past. Fang Weng gave another cup of tea to Yang Mo.

This time, Yang Mo did not drink it all, but took it in his hand and tasted it slowly.

"I'm curious why you took refuge in them back then. Could it be that you also want the position of young master?" Yang Mo asked what he had been hiding in his heart.

If this person had been on his side back then, even if he had a temporary mutation, he would not have been defeated so completely.

There are some people who can compare with thousands of troops, and Fang Weng is such a person.

"I am self-aware, and I am not suitable to be a commander, and I have never thought about the position of young master. I chose them because I am a resourcel, and I can predict who will win in the end, and naturally I have to make the wisest choice. Fang Weng responded.

claimed to be a strategist, but Yang Mo didn't think he was narcissistic and arrogant. Because the release is well deserved.

In the opponent's camp, there are only three people who are regarded as opponents by Yang Mo, and one of them is Fang Weng.

This person's resourcefulness is no less than that of King Wuhou.

"Then who do you think will have the last laugh in this battle?" Yang Mo asked.

Fang Weng did not respond, but took out a brush, wrote a line of words on the slip of paper, put it into a jade box, and threw the jade box into the river along with the note.

"The answer is here, I wonder if the Blood Demon wants to go into the water and take a look?"

"No need, I'll pick it up later, I also want to see if there is really a god in this world. Mr. Fang Weng, you are a master, you will not embarrass a weak woman, please release Miss Xiao Xuan. Yang Mo said.

"It's impossible to release people, or you can snatch it yourself, Blood Demon. He laughed.

At the same time, the river was rippling, and a figure was swimming in the water.

Boom!

In the next second, several people came out of the water at the same time, and the swords stabbed towards Yang Mo's vital point from all directions under the cover of the splash.

Yang Mo used both fists and kicks to knock several people back into the river.

These people did not retreat, and fought back again, and one of them slashed the ancient ship in half with a single sword.

Yang Mo stood on the surface of the water, calmly coping.

"This battle has finally begun, a group of people are besieging one person, are you still two years ago?"

Secretly, a group of black-clothed men appeared, all with the same blood flower symbol on their bodies.

Yun Lao didn't come in person, but these people had already arrived and locked on this ancient ship.

"There are quite a few comes. But as many of you come, you will die. The battle between us ended two years ago. Now that two years have passed, do you remnants still think you can defy the sky?"

The boatman ripped off his coat, revealing the twin stars on his shoulders.

I saw that hundreds of people came out of the water at his command, hundreds of people were killed in the woods in the distance, and there were abandoned factories in the distance...

Ambush on all sides, but it's not just talking. These people are all from the borderlands, and any one of them is a real warrior who has been in a hundred battles.

The two sides didn't need much to say, and they rushed directly to one place. For a time, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and people often fell.

This is a battle to the death, and a continuation of the battle of life and death two years ago.

During Yang Mo's battle, his eyes swept over the entire battlefield, and his brothers often fell, which made Yang Mo's heart sting again and again.

However, he can't be separated, and the eight people who deal with him are the generals who have been selected by thousands of people.

He understands very well that if there is a battle, there will be death, but every time, Yang Mo will have heartache, his biggest dream is that one day, in a big battle, all the brothers can survive.

Xiao Xuan looked at the bloody scene, I don't know when, and burst into tears.

It's all because of her that so many people have died in vain.

"Blood Fiend, if you don't come up with a killer weapon, I'm afraid that these people will all be buried here. Isn't it cost-effective to sacrifice hundreds of brothers for the sake of a woman?" Fang Weng sighed.

One side comes with hatred, and the other side waits for the rabbit and plans the layout. Although they were all full of confidence, after the confrontation, the situation became one-sided.

"Are you testing my killer weapon? Don't you know that my Yang Mo's killer weapon has always been me. Yang Molang laughed.

The bloody blade in his hand turned around in mid-air and stabbed into the neck of the person in front of him, and a human head flew high and fell into the river, rolling down the waves.

This sudden scene made everyone stunned for two seconds, what they were sluggish was not that someone died, the Blood Demon King battlefield killed people, it was very ordinary.

What shocked them was Yang Mo's temporary change of tactics, but there were no flaws.

The other seven did not pause, and their attacks were even more ruthless, and their moves were fatal. It may have been the death of the first person, which set off a chain reaction, followed by two more people falling.

A drop of blood splattered on Yang Mo's clothes, and on the snow-white shirt, a little red was particularly obvious.

"Bloodstained, it's the smell of the battlefield. ”

Yang Mo stopped attacking and took a deep breath.

This is the first time that Yang Mo has stained his clothes with blood since the battle.

It's just a drop of blood, but it terrifies the hearts of opponents, and everyone's mind is full of legends about the Blood Demon King.

Legend has it that every night after the battle, a melancholy boy would appear on the battlefield in snow-white clothes and walk past corpses.

His eyes were so clear, his cheeks were so handsome, his melancholy could be felt by every corpse, and he let out a choked cry.

The boy walked aimlessly, as if he were an angel, bidding farewell to everyone.

However, don't let his clothes get blood on them, because that would reveal his true appearance.

He was a devil, a devil with warm blood. He likes to crush the heart of every living person on the battlefield and pour his blood on his body. Until his skin, his clothes, his black hair turned red.

And the reason why he appeared on the battlefield was to see if these corpses were real corpses.

The terrible thing is that no one can help him, and everyone who has seen what he looks like is dead...