The combat skills of the three of them all collided together with lightning speed, and the chaotic spiritual power fluctuations caused some ripples in the air.

Mo Yuhan snorted, took a few steps back, raised his hand to wipe away the little blood stains flowing from the corners of his mouth, after all, the other two are martial artists, and it is impossible to get benefits from one enemy and two enemies after all.

Seeing that he was injured, how could they give him a chance to breathe, exchanged glances, and tacitly attacked Mo Yuhan one after the other.

Mo Yuhan frowned, and hurriedly avoided it, Liao Yang and Uncle Gang saw him avoiding, and they did not hesitate to bully forward, Mo Yuhan took a step back, and they took a step forward.

Mo retreated more than ten steps, and the chaotic fighting behind him gradually became louder as Mo Yuhan retreated, and Liao Yang and Uncle Gang saw that they were getting closer and closer to the Agni Mercenary Group, and their faces also showed a smile of victory. Seeing their happy faces, Mo Yuhan suddenly snorted coldly, and his steps back changed, and he actually stood still to meet the upcoming offensive of the two.

Liao Yang and Uncle Gang also frowned when they saw that Mo Yuhan was no longer dodging, but the strength in their hands did not decrease but increased, and they directly took Mo Yuhan's life.

Mo Yuhan twisted his body, his legs were slightly bent, firmly tied into a lunge, and with a wave of his left arm, he blocked Uncle Gang's punch, and the severe pain suddenly came from above his left arm, and at the same time, his wrist was also bent into a strange arc, undoubtedly, his left arm had been fractured.

In the next moment, Liao Yang's long sword had also reached Mo Yuhan's face, and at this time, Liao Yang's attack Mo Yuhan had no time to defend, so he could only watch this sword penetrate his waist and abdomen. Liao Yang saw that the blow was successful, and was about to draw out the long sword to give the seriously injured Mo Yuhan a fatal blow, but he didn't expect that the long sword was sandwiched in his body by Mo Yuhan with muscles, and he didn't pull it out at once.

Mo Yuhan ignored his broken left arm and the long sword inserted in his abdomen, stabbed out the spear with a hideous face, penetrated the heart of Uncle Gang, who was defenseless and had an unbelievable face on his face, and threw his right hand out, and smashed his fist on the forearm of Liao Yang, who was still trying to pull out the long sword, without hesitation.

On the battlefield, only Liao Yang could hear a terrible scream, Liao Yang staggered and held his right arm and stepped back, looking at Mo Yuhan who was covered in blood with a frightened face.

Mo Yuhan looked down at his wound, the severe pain made his face distort a little, gritted his teeth, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and pulled it out violently, suddenly, blood splattered, and a suppressed scream overflowed from his mouth.

On the other side, the people of the Flame Mercenary Regiment suddenly became confused when they heard Liao Yang's screams, and the position that could barely be maintained was suddenly torn apart, and after a while, it was taken down by a group of soldiers who were like wolves and tigers, and then Yang Hu took a few warriors with relatively complete combat power and cooperated with Zhou Neng to solve the last martial artist.

Mo Yuhan threw the long sword aside, raised his eyes to look at Liao Yang, who was subdued by Zhou Neng, who was rushed over, flipped his right hand, took out a small porcelain bottle, and poured his Chinese medicine powder on the wound, and suddenly, a cool feeling came from the wound, slightly covering up the unbearable pain that made him unbearable.

Zhou Neng frowned and came to Mo Yuhan's side, carefully examined the wounds on his body, and couldn't help but gasp twice, and said, "You are really ruthless! ”

Mo Yuhan reluctantly tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "Okay, help me to that tree, and help me get the gun down by the way." ”

Zhou Neng sighed, helped him to sit down under the tree on the side, and said in a low voice: "How can you toss yourself so much!"

Mo Yuhan grinned and said, "There's no way, if the two of them are killed, it will be a unilateral slaughter, and I will be so distressed that I will lose my family background." ”

Zhou Neng rolled his eyes, stood up, and shouted: "Bring everyone over! The captain is injured, solve it as soon as possible, go back to the captain as soon as possible!"

Liao Yang and the others were escorted to the gate of the camp of the Agni Mercenary Regiment in embarrassment.

Liao Yang's face was distorted and he shouted: "Who are you! There is no grudge between you and me! Why do you want to be so vicious!"

Mo Yuhan smiled and said, "I don't know if Captain Liao has ever heard such a sentence, people die for money, and birds die for food." ”

When Liao Yang heard Mo Yuhan say this, his heart was also relieved, and he shouted: "If you just want money, then it's easy to discuss, but please let us live, be a man and leave a line, and see each other in the future." ”

Mo Yuhan coughed lightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said with a smile: "I still think that the things on the dead are the least effortless to obtain." ”

Liao Yang's eyes shrank, and he hissed: "Do you know who my father is!"

Mo Yuhan raised his eyes and gestured to Zhou Neng, Zhou Neng nodded, the giant axe in his hand fell, and a bloody head fell to the ground, Mo Yuhan muttered in a low voice: "Even if you know who your father is, I can't let you live!"

The rest of the members of the Flame Mercenary Group saw that Mo Yuhan killed Liao Yang without the slightest hesitation, their faces turned pale, and they all said: "We didn't encounter anything today, we don't know anything, let us live!"

Mo Yuhan shook his head and said, "Kill!"

Zhou Neng heard Mo Yuhan's order, a trace of hesitation flashed on his face, but after all, he waved his hand down, and in an instant, the blood stained the woodland into purgatory, Mo Yuhan frowned and looked at the few soldiers who did not start, and said indifferently: "Kill them!"

The soldier shuddered, "But they... They're just ordinary people!"

Mo Yuhan snorted coldly and said, "I said it! Kill! This is a military order!"

The soldiers looked at each other in embarrassment, Zhou Neng was a little unbearable, looked at the two unarmed and trembling girls and the old man who had no resistance, and said, "Captain, or forget it." ”

Mo Yuhan glared at Zhou Neng coldly, and said: "Behind the Flame Mercenary Group is the Blazing Mercenary Group, as long as one of the three of them tells Liao Yang's father, we will die without a place to be buried, besides, I think that only the mouth of the dead is the strictest, I don't want to gamble with my life, mercy to the enemy is cruelty to myself!"

Hearing this, Zhou Neng was silent for a moment, turned his head to look at the three people who were tearful and begging for mercy, let out a sigh of relief, picked up the giant axe, stepped forward slowly, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry!" Then everyone saw the axe shadow flashing, and the sound of begging for mercy could no longer be heard in the camp.

Mo Yuhan looked up and glanced at the people in the camp, and found that all the soldiers had avoided his gaze, and sensed a trace of fear from them.

Outside the camp, on top of a giant tree, a pair of gloomy owl's eyes slowly retracted, muttering, "What a ruthless method!"