Among Xu Weihai's thirty subordinates, there are twenty-three first-rank martial artists and seven second-rank martial artists.

They are all amazingly fast, completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and even if the Olympic 100-meter sprint champion is in front of them, they all look like snails, one by one, like a ray of light and shadow, quickly crossing the air.

The swords in their hands shone into a dazzling light in the sunlight, which made the hearts of a group of ordinary people next to them tremble.

When the thirty people rushed in front of Mo Li, they did not attack directly, but made a detour and surrounded Mo Li.

The order they received was to break Mo Li's body into pieces, so they had to shoot together, from all directions, and not give Mo Li a chance at all.

"Li'er ......" Liu Taolan was already trembling with fear from the scene in front of her, and grabbed her husband's arm tightly, where had she ever seen such a scene?

This is a real sword and a real gun, and it is one of the thirty warriors besieging her son.

Mo Yunan stared at his son who was surrounded in the field, clenched his fists, and kept praying for his son in his heart.

Ling Shimo shook her head, her eyes showing regret.

No matter how talented Mo Li is, he is only a first-grade martial artist, how can he be the opponent of these thirty first- and second-grade martial artists?

And at this time, Mo Li was completely surrounded by thirty people, even if his body was amazing and his speed was against the sky, it was useless, it was impossible to break through in such an encirclement, and the result was only a battle, either to die in battle, or to win.

But at this moment, no one believed that Mo Li still had a chance to reverse.

Thirty people roared, waving weapons in their hands, slashing, slashing, and poking......

The sword light roared, the sword light groaned, like a ghost roaring, and between friction with the air, the sparks were in the air, shocking the mind.

Surrounded by thirty people, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Mo Li's mouth, which was disdain and pride.

At the moment when the swords in the hands of the thirty people stabbed at him, he finally moved, his body was like a ghost, and he slammed into the arms of a first-class martial artist, and at the same time snatched the long sword from the warrior's hand.

"Dangdang!"

Mo Li's long sword swung out, and between the lightning and flint, all the swords that stabbed everyone at him were blocked.

Then he swung his long sword at a faster speed, and the blades of the sword reflected rays of light under the refraction of the sunlight, and these rays of light shot out quickly from in front of Mo Li like spider webs.

These warriors hurriedly retreated, looking a little flustered.

But just when they were panicking, a flash of murderous intent flashed in Mo Li's eyes, and his body reached forward violently, and the long sword in his hand was drawn out again.

His long sword was comparable to the spirit snake probing dance, like chasing the stars and chasing the moon, and the tip of the sword silently slashed through the necks of at least seven or eight of the warriors.

"Hiss ......"

Between the fluctuations of the edge, only blood drift is accompanied.

Everyone can clearly see that among the thirty warriors of the Xu family, eight of them are bleeding from their necks.

This is the scene of the carotid artery being cut, the carotid artery was cut, and Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save it, these eight people only had time to reach out and cover their necks, blood kept rushing out from their fingers, and their bodies fell softly.

If you can't leave it, it's just that, and when you make a move, it's earth-shattering, like a god dying and transiting, reaping life on a large scale.

Before the entire Weihai Group Building, there was a deathly silence.

Even the remaining twenty-two martial artists stopped for a moment, and took a few steps back, opening up some distance from Mo Li.

Because among the eight people who had just had their necks cut off by Mo Li's sword, four of them were second-grade martial artists.

Eight people were slashed with one sword, and there were four second-rank martial artists among them.

It's too strong!

It's not something they can deal with.

Mo Li just made a move, it was really too fast and too fast, and in total, it only took one breath in total, and he swung out countless swords.

First, he defused the combined siege of thirty people, took one of their swords, and then launched a peerless counterattack before they could react.

If he didn't fight back, he killed eight people in an instant as soon as he counterattacked, which was terrifying.

With this kind of means, even Xu Weihai, who was still roaring wildly just now, widened his eyes, even if he was in the late stage of a third-grade martial artist and was not afraid of the siege of these thirty people, he knew that he would definitely not be able to do it.

In the siege of thirty people, it took the lives of eight people in the blink of an eye, and there were four second-grade martial artists, which was simply terrifying.

"Is he really a first-grade martial artist?" Ling Shimo's eyes widened, and she found that she didn't know her student from beginning to end.

Unfolded the light curtain casually, the peerless magic skills that surprised her grandfather, and instantly killed four first-grade martial artists and four second-grade martial artists with the cultivation of first-grade martial artists, all of which were completely beyond her imagination.

This guy is simply a peerless demon!

Even Grandmaster Ling Yixiao was eyebrows fluttering, completely amazed by Mo Li's methods.

"Shizun is still prescient, this kid is so perverted, he must be arrogant, if he doesn't come to invite him, relying on Shi Mo alone, he really may not be able to invite him. Ling Yixiao nodded, becoming more and more interested in Mo Li.

Mo Yunan and his wife let out a long sigh of relief, and their clenched fists slowly loosened.

The son is so strong, and they suddenly let go of their suspense, and they are a lot more down-to-earth.

"You guys are too weak, if you don't want to die, get out of here and let Xu Weihai come. Mo Li dragged the long sword to the ground and slowly walked towards the remaining twenty-two warriors.

The tip of the sword cut a white mark on the concrete floor, and there was a grinding sound that sounded in everyone's ears, like the music of death before the god of death harvested life.

The warriors' faces were pale, their eyes showed fear, they were retreating, following Mo Li's footsteps.

The ordinary employees of Weihai Group all raised their hearts to their throats, and their eyes also showed fear.

Obviously, the scene of Mo Li slashing eight people with one sword just now still deeply shocked their hearts.

"Little bastard, Hugh is rampant!"

Xu Weihai finally moved, he snatched the long knife from the hand of a martial artist, clenched the long knife with both hands, held the long knife in front of him, and roared angrily and quickly rushed towards Mo Li.

Today, Mo Li must die, and the Mo family must all be buried with his son, otherwise it will be difficult to understand the hatred in his heart.

Xu Weihai is worthy of being in the late stage of Sanpin, and his strength is unimaginable.

The long knife weighing dozens of catties was in his hand, like waving a small branch, it looked extremely light, but it was powerful and heavy, and wherever the long knife passed, the air made a whirring sound of breaking the air, and it was cut to the top of Mo Li's head in the blink of an eye.

While!

In the next moment, Mo Li's long sword was blocked, and when the swords collided, there was a piercing sound, and after the clear sound, Xu Weihai's figure retreated five or six steps before stopping.

"How is that possible?"

Xu Weihai's eyes widened, his soul was about to go out of his body, and he faintly felt a little distracted.

The power of the shock that had just come from Mo Li's long sword shook his heart and almost stopped beating.

He used a sword, a broadsword that was countless times heavier than a sword, but when the two collided, it turned out to be ...... It turned out that his heavy knife was bounced away by the light sword, and the force of the shock also shook his internal organs trembling, how strong is the internal strength of this little bastard?

This sudden reality is so unexpected, it's maddening, crazy!

He was in the late stage of the third grade, and he was unexpectedly defeated in the middle of the first grade, which completely exceeded the limit of his thinking.

How could this be? Why did this happen? Why could he have such a strong internal strength as a first-class martial artist?

This question, Ling Yixiao and Ling Shimo also kept asking questions in their hearts, this is too beyond their imagination, it is really unscientific.

In fact, Mo Li's internal strength is really not as good as Xu Weihai, but he knows how to exert his strength in order to exert his strength to the extreme.

Therefore, the internal strength he exerted in the middle of the first product is stronger than that in the later stage of the third product.

"Life and death, just a thought, I said, I will give you a chance to choose, you choose. Just when Xu Weihai was still in a daze, Mo Li's long sword was on Xu Weihai's neck without warning.

It wasn't until Mo Li said this sentence that everyone reacted, Mo Li, a first-grade martial artist, actually put his sword on the neck of a third-grade martial artist.

The whole scene can be heard falling pins.

The silence is terrible!

"What is life, what is death?" After being dumbfounded for a long time, Xu Weihai had to accept the fact that his life was in the first thought.

"Give me a billion, swear allegiance to me in martial arts, and you will live, otherwise, you will die!" Mo Li said emotionlessly.

Xu Weihai's face was cloudy, constantly changing, and finally turned pale, and the moment all the resentment in his eyes disappeared, in the eyes of everyone, he bent his knees and knelt in front of Mo Li.