Zhao Zhijing's shout somewhat brought several people back to their senses, and the other companions around Yang Mo hurriedly pulled out their long swords and followed Zhao Zhijing to block the sharp arrows.

And because Yang Mo had no weapons, he could only hide behind a few people, staring at a group of black-clothed people in the distance rushing towards them, preparing to meet the melee attacks of those black-clothed people.

He saw that this group of black-clothed people was getting closer and closer, different from the previous exchanges, at this moment his nervous heart was about to jump out of his chest, he only felt that his hands and feet were stiff, and any moves and martial arts had become a pulp.

The man in black finally approached them, and one of them slashed at Yang Mo with a long knife in his hand, and under the threat of death, his body instinctively rushed forward, and used his arm to hold the opponent's wrist and block the knife.

Although he blocked the opponent's attack, Yang Mo didn't know how to use this move, seeing that the black-clothed man who was attacking him was slashing again, Yang Mo subconsciously dodged sideways again, and the instinctive move of the black tiger smashed into the opponent's flank.

Yang Mo was trained in a medicinal bath, and his strength had long been far beyond that of ordinary people, and this punch also carried internal strength, and the man in black was not lightly punched by him.

The man in black shouted bitterly and retreated with a knife, perhaps because the pain in his body had not yet eased, so he did not come forward to attack again.

Yang Mo saw that he retreated from the enemy with one move, and looked at his fist with disbelief on his face, and suddenly found that this actual battle was not as scared as he imagined, although he was still nervous, his brain was somewhat clearer than before.

The man in black saw Yang Mo standing there stupidly, feeling the pain in his abdomen weaken, so he tentatively attacked again.

This time, Yang Mo no longer relied on instinct, but took the initiative to attack, and met the hungry tiger with a move.

He drummed up his internal strength, swung the opponent's arm, and after blocking the attack, it was another move of the black tiger to dig out his heart, hammering the opponent's chest with all his strength, and with one move, the man in black was knocked out and fell to the ground motionless.

The companion next to him saw Yang Mo knocking down the opponent, and stepped forward to mend a sword at the black clothes lying on the ground, looking at the blood on the enemy's neck like a fountain, Yang Mo still couldn't help but feel a little unbearable in his heart.

Although he knew that these people had to be killed, seeing a life die in front of his eyes, he, a person from the civilized society of the later generations, would still be a little difficult to adapt.

However, after the first battle, he finally saw that although these black-clothed people formed a battle formation with extraordinary combat power, their own martial arts were average.

There are too few black-clothed people who come to besiege the Quanzhen Sect, and they can't form a battle formation, and one-on-one is not the opponent of the Quanzhen Sect at all.

Therefore, except for one disciple who was carelessly injured, the rest of the black-clothed people were all repulsed, especially the three brothers of Zhao Zhijing, who used the Quanzhen sword technique to form a three-talent sword formation, and had already killed their opponents.

Seeing the crisis contact on their side, the three of them shouted to the disciples, "You go and help the dart head, and we will deal with those archers." ”

With that, the three of them jumped into the night and killed in the direction of the archers in the distance.

Yang Mo and the others got the order, leaving the injured disciple behind, and rushed towards the dart master.

After adapting to it just now, they are no longer so afraid of facing the enemy again at this time, and they slowly give full play to their respective abilities, and they can be regarded as fighting well.

A few people and a group of dart masters, as well as the knights of the Jin Kingdom, met the enemy together, and after a fight, Yang Mo's moves became more and more sharp.

At this time, the arrows in the distance gradually became scarce, and it was obvious that Zhao Zhijing and the three of them had already found the archer.

The attacking man in black did not have the help of flying arrows, and the battle formation gradually became unable to support it, and began to be broken and killed by everyone one by one.

During this period, even Yang Mo killed several people in black, although he couldn't bear it, his subordinates did not show mercy.

In the original world, countless film and television dramas told him that the villain died from talking too much, and the decent died from being kind.

Just when everything seemed to be fine on the scene, and everyone thought they were going to get through this difficult time, things changed again.

I saw that in the dark night, a few more enemies suddenly rushed out, these people were also dressed in black, but the style of the hand was obviously different from the person just now.

They are all martial arts in the rivers and lakes when they raise their hands and feet, they are strong, they are ruthless, they pounced on those knights of the Jin Kingdom, and killed several people in an instant, Yang Mo's side is not an opponent at all.

Zhao Zhijing and the three of them in the distance saw that there was a new enemy, and hurriedly rushed over, forming a sword formation to block one of the best martial arts.

In the face of Zhao Zhijing's three attacks, the man had an advantage with one enemy and three enemies, and a Qimen weapon in his hand was like an iron slurry, dancing like a tiger and a tiger, and the three Zhao Zhijing brothers who beat him retreated again and again, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

The three brothers of Zhao Zhijing fell into disadvantage against the enemy, and Yang Mo's side was also not happy.

Their disciples also met an enemy, this person was thin and small, and his appearance was covered by a black cloth, but he could see three sarcomas on his forehead, which was very scary.

The martial arts under the hands of this strange man are not weak, and the three-strand fork opens and closes, and Yang Mo and the other six people who beat him can't resist at all.

Seeing the characteristics of this person, Yang Mo immediately guessed that this master must be Hou Tonghai of the Yellow River Gang, Sha Tongtian's junior brother.

Hou Tonghai's martial arts are naturally not as good as at the beginning of the novel, but in comparison, the longest time for them to learn martial arts is only half a year, and they are not even as good as Hou Tonghai.

Don't look at them and they seem to have a large number of people, but how can they stop Hou Tonghai, and after a few moves, it will already be dangerous.

After discovering that the opponent was Hou Tonghai, Yang Mo knew that the one who was pressing Zhao Zhijing and the three of them over there must be Sha Tongtian.

What a master Na Sha Tongtian is, but he is at the same level as the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, and with the current Zhao Zhijing Senior Brother, he is definitely not an opponent.

If Sha Tongtian defeated Zhao Zhijing and the others, he would definitely be in a catastrophe, thinking of this, Yang Mo immediately had a retreat in his heart and wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

But before Sha Tongtian defeated Zhao Zhijing and the others, Yang Mo and a few disciples couldn't stop Hou Tonghai.

After all, they were inexperienced, and Hou Tonghai found a flaw, and the three-strand fork swept over, and immediately blood splattered, two people were killed on the spot, and one was injured and fell to the ground.

The remaining Yang Mo and the other person, as soon as they saw that the situation was not right, immediately pulled out their legs and ran.

That Hou Tonghai was a muddy person, and when he saw Yang Mo and the two running away, he chased after the two regardless of the battle situation behind them.

Yang Mo's other sword-wielding companion was shot by Hou Tonghai because he was running slowly, and the whole person was nailed to the ground, screaming nonstop.

Seeing the tragic death of his companion, Yang Mo ran faster under his feet, and Hou Tonghai behind him saw that his pace was not slow, and he didn't care about picking up the three-strand fork, so he chased after him.

Although Yang Mo's internal and external skills have improved rapidly after three months of cultivation, he is still a new one after all.

Whether he was cultivating martial arts or facing the enemy, how could he compare to the junior disciple of this ghost sect dragon king Sha Tongtian, and he was chased after him without running a few steps.

At this time, Yang Mo seemed to be able to feel the hot breath exhaled by Hou Tonghai, and after witnessing the deaths of several other disciples, he was desperately thinking about how to live at the moment.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the jade bee needle that the woman from the Tomb Sect had given him before was hidden in his belt.

This jade bee needle is a powerful secret weapon in the novel, and the little dragon girl relied on it to repel many enemies, and he thought that it should not be a problem to use this secret weapon to deal with Hou Tonghai.