In the eyes of everyone, Yang Mo and Yu Canghai had already hit a hundred moves.

At this moment, everyone could only see that in the hall of Liu's Mansion, the two figures of white and black were entangled together, constantly moving up and down, dodging back and forth.

Between the two figures, the black and white long swords turned into sword shadows in the sky, and a little spark popped out of the air, and along with the sparks, there was the continuous sound of the two swords.

At this moment, people who are not deep in kung fu or whose eyesight is too shallow can no longer keep up with the rhythm of the two on the field.

And those masters who could really understand it, looking at Yang Mo's young face, it was gradually difficult to hide the surprise on their faces. 、

The most complicated expression was Ding Yi Shitai, looking at the two people fighting in the hall, at this time there was already a completely unbelievable expression.

She still remembered the last time Yang Mo and her fought outside Nanchang City, although Yang Mo's internal strength surprised her very much, but the swordsmanship was not as powerful as it is now, and when Yang Mo used the swordsmanship at that time, the momentum was dignified and magnificent.

But now, the original momentum in Yang Mo's sword momentum has long been gone, and only an incomparably deep murderous intent remains.

At this time, Yang Mo's sword moves became faster and faster, more and more fierce, and although the black sword moves in his hand still had the shadow of the all-true swordsmanship, it had long lost the artistic conception of Taoist swordsmanship.

At the same time, although Yu Canghai's strength could still deal with it, in the sound of blade strikes, he actually saw that there was a gap in the cold iron sword inherited by the faction.

As the sword in his hand struck with the black sword every time, the gap on the sword's body became more obvious, and seeing such a scene, he couldn't help but think of what happened to Tian Boguang in Yilin's mouth.

In the current extremely dangerous battle situation, Yu Canghai knew that if his sword was broken, he would definitely die tragically under Yang Mo's sword without waiting for others to help.

Yu Canghai was afraid that he would fall into the same situation as Tian Boguang, so he was timid in his heart, and as soon as he changed his moves, he began to fight and retreat, preparing to lead the battle group to the crowd next to the hall, so that he could take advantage of the chaos to get out.

Although Yang Mo saw Yu Canghai's plan, he was not only panicked at all, but even more excited.

He looked at the crowd over there with red eyes, and it was only a few more people who fought happily, and the swordsmanship in his hand was a little faster.

The crowd of onlookers saw that Yu Canghai had made a plan to move Jiangdong away, and how dare they stay where they were, they all exclaimed and dodged away.

There is a short-tempered one, who has already begun to scold his mother, and scolded this Yu Canghai for being despicable and shameless.

But just when everyone was hiding, one person stepped forward and raised a strange sword in his hand to take Yang Mo directly behind his back.

This person said loudly halfway: "Master Yu, let someone help you." ”

Yu Canghai blocked Yang Mo's attack with a sword, and glanced at it with his afterglow, only to see that the person who helped him was actually a fat and fat camel.

This camel has an ugly appearance, holding a camel sword, such an image is not who else can be in the peak of the camel wood in the Beiming Dynasty.

"Thank you Wood Daxia!"

Seeing that someone was helping, Yu Canghai was overjoyed and pressed the name of the hero on Mu Gaofeng. 、

"I'm not a rare hero, I just need the black sword in this kid's hand."

As Mu Gaofeng spoke, it was difficult to hide the greed in his eyes looking at the black sword.

Namu Gaofeng made a sneak attack, and Yang Mo felt it immediately.

After he repelled Yu Canghai with a sword, he laughed wildly and said, "You are looking for death!" ”

As soon as he said this, the sword intent in his heart rose to the extreme, as if it had broken through countless fogs, and it was a little clearer.

Between the lightning and flint, in his heart, all the true swordsmanship and evil sword spectrum disappeared, and the black sword in his hand was only driven out by this sword intent.

I saw that the black sword turned reflexively, drawing a strange arc like an antelope hanging horns, sticking a belt on the camel sword of the wooden peak, and leading the camel sword to the side.

Immediately after him, he spun around and flew around, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out with inertia, and it swept on the cold iron sword of Yu Canghai on the side with a bang.

However, before he could chase him, he saw Yu Canghai exclaim in surprise, and his body flashed and retreated.

Everyone next to them took a look, only to find that the sword in Yu Canghai's hand was only half in his hand, and after a series of battles, this cold iron sword finally couldn't hold it.

Yu Canghai retreated with the help of the sword, but left Mu Gaofeng alone in the field, watching Yang Mo kill him with a black sword, Mu Gaofeng didn't want to regret it.

He didn't expect that he was greedy for a while, but he indirectly helped the Yu dwarf get out and let him fight to the death with Yang Mo, who was already crazy, he was naturally unwilling.

Therefore, as soon as Mu Gaofeng's body moved, he grabbed a Hengshan disciple on Liu's Mansion with his hand, and threw himself towards Yang Mo, while he turned around and ran out.

Yang Mo's heart was full of murderous intent, and when he saw that a person was thrown by Mu Gaofeng, he instinctively wanted to slash it with a sword.

But at this moment, the only reason left in his heart made him unable to make a move, and he forcibly endured the killing intent to help the person who came and put it on the ground.

Looking at Mu Gaofeng's departing figure, he was in high spirits, how could he let him leave, and chased after Jin Yangong.

Yang Mo chased Mu Gaofeng away, and everyone in the hall looked at each other, and began to discuss enthusiastically.

Na Dingyi saw Yang Mo leaving, for fear that Yang Mo would be in any danger, and when he wanted to catch up, he watched Yilin leave with a little girl.

Ding Yi, who cared about the comfort of his disciples, hurriedly arranged for his disciples to follow, but after such a delay, he could no longer see Yang Mo's traces.

However, it was said that Yang Mo chased Mu Gaofeng all the way out of Liu's Mansion, and then after a chase in the city, he went from the east gate of Hengshan City to the outside of the city.

At this time, the night was dark, although his feet were not slow, but Namu Gaofeng was cunning, and he walked through those narrow alleys and paths, and soon Yang Mo lost the other party's figure.

At this time, it was drizzling in the sky, and after Yang Mo couldn't catch up, he was drenched by the rain again, but the impulse gradually eased.

After the fighting intent in his heart subsided, without the excitement suppressed, all the feelings in his body poured out.

Yang Mo only felt tired, his internal strength was overdrawn, and the pain in his shoulder injury was even more unbearable, and the wound was already broken.

He looked around and found himself standing beside a cliff with a rushing waterfall on the edge of it, and he didn't know where he was.

Exhausted, he saw a hermitage not far away, which seemed to have been built by a melon farmer guarding the field, so he walked in with a black sword, fell asleep on a pile of thatch.

Yang Mo didn't know how long he had slept this night, and when he woke up, it was already ten noon.

At this time, the rain has passed and the sky is clear, and the air has a natural fresh smell, which makes him exceptionally comfortable.

Hungry, he casually touched two watermelons in the melon field next to him and ate them, then sat cross-legged on the cliff and began to check the changes in his body.

After a break, his internal strength recovered, and it seemed that there was a slight improvement.

The distance of internal strength to completely recover the strength and return to the sixth realm of the Qingning Mind Method is already close at hand.

And after a big battle with Yu Canghai, the sword intent in his heart was much clearer, but thinking back to the feeling of the previous battle, he couldn't help but be afraid of this sword intent.

Even though he slept for so long, this sword intent continued to affect him, as if someone was urging him to find that master to fight.