However, even if Fang Zhenhong gave the death order.

They were still attacked by Chu Mo's endless cold and endless terror.

Frightened, very hesitant.

"Damn it!"

At the same time, Qiu Meng's old eyes also flickered rapidly, as if he had guessed something, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, as he expected.

At the moment when those warriors were stunned, Chu Mo's body like a flood of breaking embankments, earth-shattering momentum, and irresistible cannonballs rushed towards the remaining thirty warriors.

Under Chu Mo's extremely powerful impact, almost, in an instant, the necks of two or three people were directly broken.

Chu Mo was like a giant mountain peak, with a violent and fierce aura.

In the blink of an eye, four or five people flew out, and at the same time, the corners of their mouths, chests, lower abdomen, and smashed blood gushed out, and their internal organs were shattered.

It was also at this time...

"Be careful!

The women suddenly screamed in surprise and reminded them.

The corners of Chu Mo's mouth hooked up a sneer, although he was fighting frantically, it did not affect his vision, hearing, and various senses.

Behind him, the three warriors, before the short swords in their hands approached, Chu Mo turned around suddenly.

Just like that, one punch after another smashed out.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The three of them were smashed out in the blink of an eye, like a billiard, and smashed wildly on the wall.

Click!

The crisp sound of broken bones was completely resounding.

At the same time, seven or eight more people rushed up quickly to fill the vacancy.

They have been driven to a desperate situation, since retreat is death, and war is also death.

Well, why don't you give it a go!

There are too many ants, and they can still bite the elephant to death, not to mention, there may not be as big a gap between Chu Mo and them as as an elephant and an ant.

All the warriors, thinking so in their hearts, found a reason for their fears.

And then, they went crazy!

The knives, swords, and hooks in his hands slashed towards Chu Mo's back, neck, and chest.

With such a ferocious attack, Chu Mo did not choose to dodge.

Depend on!

Is this guy's body made of diamond?

Instead of dodging, Chu Mo became even more violent.

The fist slashed through the air, a very dazzling arc, shaking the air, and the domineering power seemed to sweep through everything and be invincible.

Then.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The fist, like a mountain and a sea, like a thunderbolt, swept out wildly.

Fight with those short swords, long knives, fists, and soles of the feet.

In the next moment, the audience was shocked.

Those short swords, long knives, almost completely bent and deformed, and even, began to break with Chu Mo's fists.

You know, these are completely made of a hundred years of cold iron!

As for the fists and feet of those warriors, they were still twisted, cracked, and blood burst out!

And as they flew out, the people behind them were almost, completely smashed to the bones in their chests, and blood gushed out, and they were seriously injured to varying degrees.

At the same time, Chu Mo did not stop, and the whole person jumped up violently, like a shocking sun.

Those legs, in the air, like Fen motives, rotated wildly, and the vast and incomparable power was invincible everywhere it went.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

…

It was still the crisp voice, and at the same time as it sounded, it could be seen that Chu Mo's soles of his feet were almost swept across their shoulders, necks, and heads.

It was also the moment of falling, visible to the naked eye, and the least injured were also broken bones and blood soaring.

What a strong, domineering, and leg method!

Almost, in everyone's hearts, there was such a trace of amazement.

Chu Mo, as if, that kind of bloodthirsty killing, didn't even use the Heavenly Dragon Technique.

It's so strong!!

Almost everyone's face changed.

If, two minutes ago, they still felt that Chu Mo was going to die! Undoubtedly! Then, now they felt that Chu Mo was simply a terrifying killing god.

At this moment, including Qiu Meng and Fang Zhenhong, they all began to officially start Chu Mo.

From those martial artists to the present, in less than three minutes, most of them have been killed by Chu Mo!

In a short period of time, the Fang family suffered extremely heavy losses!

"Kill him for me, kill him, Lao Tzu wants him to die without a place to be buried!"

Fang Zhenhong roared frantically, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

These Fang family warriors have spent countless efforts and money to cultivate.

Although they are not the core of the Fang family, they have fought for the Fang family countless times, and they are one of the important guarantees for the Fang family to gain a foothold in the imperial capital.

However, almost half of the more than thirty Fang Family Innate Martial Artists were killed by Chu Mo on the spot!

Can't!

If you die again, the loss will be too great!

However, now that the battle has reached the point of non-stop, Fang Zhenhong has only one thought, that is, he must kill Chu Mo!

Otherwise, the loss of the other Fang family this time is really immeasurable!

It was also at this time.

In Chu Mo's hand, there was an extra long knife.

In a flash.

Puff puff!!

The sound of blood shooting rang out, and the long knife, almost in the blink of an eye, sank into the chests of the two warriors.

Then.

Take!

Blood, like a spring, fills the air, as brilliant as cherry blossoms, with the splendor of death.

Puff!!

There were two more bloody sounds, and two more warriors were instantly pierced through their bodies by the long knife, and the dazzling white light that penetrated the past, and the blood on the blade, fell to the ground drop by drop.

Rumble!

Chu Mo took a step forward.

The footsteps were very light, but they were so depressing, heavy, and coercive!

It's like, the mountains move.

It's like, an earthquake.

It's like, a tsunami.

It's like, thunder.

Like, Haori.

What did they see, kill!

That's right, it's pure killing!

This madman, madman!!

The remaining dozen or so Fang Family Innate Martial Artists.

It was as if they had been crushed by a mountain of flames.

The scorching pressure, the terrifying danger, the terrifying killing intent made them tremble!

"Did you just say that I will die without a place to be buried, old thing!!" Chu Mo's playful eyes stared at Fang Zhenhong quietly, and said word by word.

"Now, then, let me ask them for you, who of you want to kill me?" In the deathly silence, Chu Mo spat out such a sentence.

The sound was not loud, but it was like a tsunami, and it was crazy to spread around, and the invisible coercion was as terrible as the sky and the earth were cracking.

Moment!

Those innate martial artists of the Fang family seemed to have seen a ghost.

"Ahh

"I, beg for mercy, beg for mercy!"

The remaining dozens of innate martial artists, paralyzed, soft, and crying, all knelt on the ground!

"You... Stand up for me!"

Fang Zhenhong trembled all over, it was endless anger burning, and at the same moment, his face seemed to be dozens of years old, and his pupils were constricted to the extreme.

Chu Mo smiled abruptly, his body was as domineering as he was, and his words became more and more playful: "Look, your orders are clear and useless to them! I, Chu Mo, am the god they fear and surrender in their hearts!

(End of chapter)