Ji Mahua was trembling when Chen Mo entered the scene, and even forgot to scold the cameraman to keep up with the camera.

In fact, everyone on the live broadcast team was shaking.

Himala had just experienced the most shocking minutes of her life, so much so that she was still like a long-standing resentful woman who had just been satisfied, and her legs were so weak that she didn't obey her.

Moments ago, the Super Bowl was as quiet as a cemetery, with the audience seats in the east empty, but the west side was full of men in suits, all of whom looked solemn.

Luo Li, Zhuo Yitian, Tie Niu, Bronze Corpse, plus Nie Qingyang and the members of the Pao Gang, this pitiful number only occupied a corner of the east stand. There were no other gamblers or even fighters in sight, and all the unrelated spectators had withdrawn from Gorosem overnight, and Pandora had no one to watch the fight.

Masao Okazaki was surprised that the R side had only secured a comparable number of seats, and now even the other half of the stands were vacant.

"Could it be that the galaxy is showing goodwill in the clearance? Or maybe the rest of the guys finally understand what our flail group does? He licked his lips and sneered.

The smile quickly solidified on his face, and gradually distorted, turning into a stunned one.

The two Asian men who walked in from the gate of the Super Bowl attracted the attention of the people of R country. But they walked to the east side of the stand and sat down, their backs straight, as if there was only air in the four corners. The captain of the Galaxy Guard, who had always looked cold, almost trotted over, nodding and greeting, his hand in his pocket desperately groping, and finally took out a box of Marlboro and saluted the two of them.

The captain of the guard is a citizen of country M, and the act of saluting the smoke made Masao Okazaki quickly realize something, and couldn't help but look at Luo Li and the others, and found that they also looked puzzled, obviously not knowing those two guys.

Just as he was guessing where the two trash fish were, Masao Okazaki heard a low tickle beside him. He turned his head and saw his subordinates' O-shaped mouths, and he was dumbfounded when he looked at his subordinates' stunned gaze.

Another person walked in at the door of the Super Bowl.

Masao Okazaki had seen three ** girls, a gang boss who was only 140 centimeters tall, and a blind dealer who could shake the dice with a plastic cup - but these guys combined probably didn't surprise him with the person in his vision.

It was a heavily armed soldier, thin, dark-skinned, with a shiny trumpet pinned to his waist.

Compared with the two Asian men who appeared before, he seemed even more indifferent, and actually pulled out his trumpet, put it to his mouth and blew it.

The people of R were surprised and amused, thinking that it was a gimmick by the organizers. However, the captain of the Galaxy Guard, who was still flattering just now, had already changed color, and rushed over with a murderous spirit, raising his firearm from afar. The guards' firearms are all specially made, and the magazines are filled with splitting energy bullets, which are effective against combat masters. They have never tried the taste of bombardment on ordinary people, and now they are the leader in the lead, and they are brave.

The captain of the guard ran wildly for a while, and before he could ask the identity of the other party, he suddenly braked suddenly, and the guards behind him also stopped.

The trumpet was still sounding, low and long, and the ground trembled like a drum at the same time. As the two pairs of military boots in the front row appeared in front of them, what appeared in front of the captain of the guard was a troop in advance. They lined up in a neat line, like a hideous black dragon swimming into the gate, and they couldn't see the end. The rugged drum machine guns pointed diagonally to the sky in the hands of these soldiers, forming a dense forest of steel, young, iron-blooded, and fierce, almost everyone's face was engraved with the imprint of war, and when they touched their iron-like gaze, all the galactic guards, including the captain, trembled and retreated.

The support group of country R, which is composed of wealthy businessmen and corporate executives, can no longer breathe, and most of them have been crushed into mollusks by the naked murderous killing machine. The troops, which had descended from the sky, remained silent, and as soon as they entered the eastern stands, the trumpeter's trumpet sounded just as they ended.

A moment later, Chen Mo walked out of the iron gate.

Ji Mahua couldn't even say a complete sentence, but she was about to sneak away when she encountered a terrorist attack launched by a military organization, when she suddenly heard a bang, and all those soldiers had stood up and saluted.

"Long live the General! Banzai! Banzai!!! ”

The earth-shattering roar made the entire Super Bowl tremble, and it seemed as if it could collapse into ruins at any moment. Where did the poor hostess experience this, her crotch was immediately hot and humid, and her eyes rolled and she fainted.

The support group of country R was silent, and Masao Okazaki swallowed his saliva with difficulty, only to hear his heart pounding in his chest.

The object of those soldiers' attention was Chen Mo in the fighting field. The black-pressed array kept a military salute, many of the iron-clad arms trembled, and one of the one-eyed soldiers was trembling with tears.

"These damn madmen......" Masao Okazaki was shocked and angry, not knowing what words to use to express his mood at the moment. Others don't know Chen Mo's identity, but R Fang is very clear, and at the moment, this force is obviously the regular army of Moria.

Goroseem may not be located in the territorial waters of country M, but it is definitely not too far away. Masao Okazaki is very unsure whether the other party is here to fight, and whether there is even a normal person in the formation.

Luo Li had seen this kind of scene countless times, but Zhuo Yitian and Helen were experiencing it for the first time. Such a primitive and fanatical atmosphere made the eyes of the two women moisten at the same time, and it was only at this moment that they really understood how heavy everything Chen Mo had.

In the field, Chen Mo slowly raised his arm and returned a military salute.

At this moment, his left eye was still blank, but his right eye was lit up like a morning star.

"Chen Mojun, your heart is upset." Behind him came the voice of Ming and Yeyi.

Chen Mo turned to look at the other party, the young man still had a gentle smile, and there was still a trace of helplessness and disgust for reality in his eyes, but his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

The sword is still the same wooden sword, but the grip of the palm has shifted from the blade to the hilt.

He's different.

Aoki looks like a majestic mountain in the east, and the bright and night are like a quiet lake, and now the water surface is slight.

"I do have people in mind, and those in the stands are." Chen Mo smiled at the other party for the first time, but only half of his facial muscles were pulled, looking indescribably terrifying, "But I don't agree with your words very much, only with memory can there be power." ”

"Hope you're right." Akira and Yoyi almost never argue with anyone, and that's exactly what they are doing at this moment.

At 8 o'clock, the opening horn sounded.

It's the pinnacle of the day, the sun is shining on the deck, and the atmosphere is starting to change in the mood.

"Kill that man!" Finally, there were supporters on the R side who couldn't bear it anymore and yelled.

It was a man with glasses with a parted hair, Sven's appearance, but his face was distorted by hideousness. The people of the R people in all directions also made noise one after another, and some of them looked at the east stands defiantly, and the man with glasses raised his middle finger directly.

The Yamato clan has never lacked fearless warriors.

The Moria soldiers did not react at all, but one of the strong men with a big back combed smiled gloomily, and the Tyrannosaurus cannon on his shoulder suddenly hissed, followed by a thick tongue of fire!

The Super Bowl's open dome was swept away by a stream of sparks, and debris rained down. A shattered chandelier smashed directly into the R side of the audience, and the man with glasses had already withdrawn his middle finger and fled screaming like a little girl. The scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping left the captain of the Galaxy Guard dumbfounded, but he didn't even have the courage to step forward.

"I'm sorry, I went off." Shen Dali grinned and got up to explain, but there was undisguised violence in his eyes.

"Please follow the order of the arena." The captain of the guard spoke dryly.

Shen Dali only regarded him as a transparent person, and looked at R Fang with great interest for a long time, until no one dared to look at him again, and then he withdrew his wolf-like gaze.

There was an undercurrent surging outside the field, and the two people in the field were not affected in the slightest.

Chen Mo is right with others, and he is the first to take the lead, but today he encountered an exception. Ming Heye's movements when he took out the sword were not fast, the strange whistling in the air was like a flowing wind, and the tip of the sword pierced Chen Mo's door.

Chen Mo shook it horizontally with one hand and directly shook it into the air.

The weapon in Ming Heye's hand was not just a sword, the three-foot-long wooden sword body Chen Mo could smash it with his fingernails, but that invisible aura could not be captured at all.

His palms were twisted into a bloody blur by the strength, and if he hadn't strained fast enough, he would have become a handicap with both hands crippled. Ming He raised his sword and raised it, forcing Chen Mo to retreat again, the tip of the sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, and pointed at Chen Mo's broken wrist that was tightly wrapped in gauze.

The wound was wrapped amateurly, and at first glance it was not from the hands of medical staff, and the front end of the gauze bulged like a ball that had been kicked out. Ming and Yeyi stabbed there mercilessly, and Chen Mo dodged at the last moment and returned a punch, but it attracted a series of four sword stabs.

The two were separated as soon as they touched, and Chen Mo was about to go up again, but found that he was unknowingly forced to retreat a few meters away.

And Ming and Yeyi stood in place and didn't even move.

One inch long and one inch strong, Chen Mo generally understands a little bit of the blade routine of practicing the family. Ming and Yeyi's wooden sword can be said to be the strangest guy he has ever seen, the unstable invisible aura in his perception is even longer than the sword body, it is the real killing weapon.

Facing an enemy attack radius of nearly three meters, Chen Mo only had one hand and one arm, which could be said to be a big loss. As soon as Ming Heye saw that he had suspended his offensive, he also stopped.

"If you want to pick a weapon, I can wait." Ming and Yeyi said.

"No need." Chen Mo didn't have a bad feeling for this guy no matter what, even though it was the moment when the surname was fighting.

Attacked again, forced to retreat again, there was no danger, the same.

Chen Momu stood for a long time and sat down.

There was silence outside the venue, and the faces of the people of R became extremely exciting, and they wanted to laugh, but after all, they were still afraid of the group of crazy people with firearms in their hands, so they had to endure it bitterly. Moriah's camp remained silent, and everyone sat upright, unmoved.

"Again, I can wait." Tomorrow and Yeyi still haven't moved.

The captain of the Galaxy Guard was hurrying to the on-site surveillance office, trying to figure out why even the army had come to the door, but the people in charge still didn't move. Except for him, everyone on the scene was confused by the strange battle scene, none of them did not fight, and none of them took the opportunity to counterattack, so should they shake hands and make peace next?

The battle with the Ares sequence was at its peak, and Chen Mo's entire lower body did not obey the call at all, although he knew that his current actions were infinitely close to suicide, he was never able to stand up.

Ming and Yeyi didn't come up to pick up the bargain, which surprised Chen Mo. Another detail he noticed was even more surprising.

The posture of Ming and Yoyi standing and holding the sword is exactly the same as the beginning, and even if the action is copied, it is impossible to pick out even the slightest difference. He is a human, not a machine, and he can return to his original state after two battles, which shows that it is an imprint engraved in instinct after countless temperings.

Kendo is a part of life for the youth of this country.

Ming and Yeyi's breathing rate was always long and steady, and in Chen Mo's ears, there was a strange and serene meaning. This calm didn't last long, and as the urging came from the stands, Ming He Yeyi smiled apologetically and said in a low voice: "Chen Mojun, I'm going to go." ”

Chen Mo didn't reply, the fierce collision in his consciousness was like thunder and fire, and Ares's signal fluctuations were flickering wildly.

"Let me take over, he's not the first threat!"

(To be continued)