Under the gaze of the heroes in the hall, the hands of Yang Mo and Yu Canghai collided fiercely.

After hearing only a muffled sound, Yang Mo intuitively felt a huge force from his hand, and then he couldn't stand still, so he took two steps back directly, and brought the stool behind him to the ground.

Feeling the strength coming from his arm, he thought to himself that this Yu Canghai's strength was really good, and the internal force of a single round was between him and him.

Of course, if he recovers from his meridian injuries and recovers his internal strength, he should be stronger than the other party.

Yang Mo took two steps back, but Yu Canghai over there was not easy to feel, Yang Mo's palm was not only full of power, but also had a lingering dark energy, making Yu Canghai's body want to retreat backwards for a moment.

But Yu Canghai is the best face, how can he be embarrassed in front of such a large number of people in the rivers and lakes, he forcibly endured his physical discomfort, and his luck was hard to withstand.

At the same time, all the fellow Taoists in the hall were stunned when they saw the two of them fighting hard.

They thought to themselves, where did this young master come out, why is his skills so powerful.

That Yu Canghai is a master who has been famous for decades, and the young man in front of him, who looks less than twenty years old, can actually confront Yu Canghai without falling behind.

Moreover, after this young man fought against each other, instead of being injured, he forced Yu Canghai to shake his body, which was incredible.

Ding Yi saw that Yang Mo was attacked by Yu Canghai, and knew that Yang Mo's injuries had not healed, so she wanted Yang Mo to be defeated, so she came to help.

But now that he saw Yang Mo and Yu Canghai fighting, they were only slightly inferior, and suddenly pressed down, remembering that the junior in front of him was not a weakling, so let's look at the development of things first.

"Good skills!" Yucang Haidao.

Yang Mo replied indifferently: "It's not as good as Lord Yu Guan." ”

As soon as Yang Mo's voice fell, the white light in Yu Canghai's hand flashed, and it was already the long sword that came out of the sheath first, and he used the Songfeng Sword Technique to attack Yang Mo.

In the face of Yu Canghai, Yang Mo's battle intent had already become high, and driven by the sword intent in his heart eager to fight, he grabbed the hilt of the sword on the table as soon as he could.

The black sword in his hand was also swung out, and the pitch-black sword light was like a black evil dragon, heading towards Yu Canghai.

I saw the black and white sword shadows clash together like lightning, and then the two of them started a sword battle together, smashing countless tables and chairs along the way, and they fought in the hall.

Seeing the sword shadows around the two of them and the strong wind howling, everyone in the hall hurriedly retreated, for fear of being accidentally injured by the two.

Especially Lin Pingzhi, who was beside Yang Mo, was even more cautious to retreat to the door of the hall because he was worried that others would recognize him.

After he knew that the dwarf who was fighting with Yang Mo was the culprit of destroying their family, he glared at Yu Canghai with anger in his eyes, and he was still whispering in his mouth.

"Damn Yu Canghai, it's better to die in the hands of this kid, neither of you is a good thing!"

Who would have thought that as soon as his voice fell, a voice suddenly appeared next to him.

"Yu Canghai will not die in the hands of this kid, although this kid on the field has good strength, but his body is unnatural, his left shoulder is stiff, and he is obviously injured, how can Yu Canghai's old fox not see it.

Speaking of which, the voice smiled.

"So this kid will be defeated sooner or later, until you, the little camel, grow into such a respectful face, and have a bit of fate with my Mu Gaofeng, you hate these two people so much, why don't you worship under my door and learn martial arts to take revenge in person?"

Lin Ping turned his head and found a fat and fat camel.

This camel's face is covered with white shifts, and there are many black birthmarks, which is very ugly, and at this moment this person is looking at Lin Pingzhi with a playful smile.

Na Mu Gaofeng is extraordinary and has a very good eye, but although he is observant, this time he is destined to be wrong.

It is natural that Yang Mo has injuries on his body, and it is even more serious than what Mu Gaofeng said, the sword wound on his left shoulder, which was already healed, was broken again when he fought with Tian Boguang at noon.

However, although his shoulder ached faintly at this time, his hand swordsmanship did not hit at all, and dozens of moves passed, and even became more and more aggressive.

If someone lifted the garment on his left shoulder, he could see that the gauze that wrapped the wound had begun to gradually penetrate with blood.

And at this moment, he obviously felt that his injuries were repeated, but he couldn't afford to retreat at all, and the black sword in his hand became more and more fierce.

The sword intent in his heart was like a bloodthirsty beast that was impatient and wanted to get out of the cage at this moment, constantly driving him to keep fighting.

And in this case, Yu Canghai also felt the same evil feeling of Tian Boguang at noon.

He could clearly see that this kid had an injury to his shoulder, and at the beginning, Yang Mo's body and sword skills were discounted because of the injury.

But seeing that these hundred moves were about to pass, the kid in front of him became more and more violent, as if the injury on his shoulder had disappeared.

Moreover, the opponent's sword momentum is becoming more and more ferocious, and the speed is getting faster and faster, and the black sword shadow can bring a breathtaking killing intent.

The long sword in Yu Canghai's hand formed a line of silver light, and after just blocking Yang Mo's endless set of attacks, he had already seen that the clothes on Yang Mo's left shoulder were oozing blood.

But on Yang Mo's face, there was no pain at all, as if the injury did not exist at all.

And on his face, the belligerent fanaticism is getting stronger and stronger, and the originally bright eyes have been unconsciously dyed with a layer of faint blood.

And with the fanatical intent on his face becoming more and more vigorous, the killing intent of the sword technique in his hand became more and more intense, and Yu Canghai couldn't help but jump in horror.

Although the rest of the dwarf could still cope with it, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart, and he intuitively felt that it was not a person who was fighting with him, but a bloodthirsty beast.

In fact, not only Yu Canghai was aware of it, but all the people around him who had some cultivation gradually noticed Yang Mo's strangeness.

The two people in front of them are obviously in a life-and-death battle, and according to common sense, every time they make a move, they should be careful and carefully calculated.

But Yang Mo is like this, obviously he has fallen into that frenzy, and every move has no calculation at all, just instinctively comes out and fights for the sake of battle.

As the person with the deepest cultivation in the surrounding area, the Tianmen Daoist looked at the strange expression on Yang Mo's face in front of him, as if he remembered something.

"Master Dingyi, this kid is afraid that he has a demon in his heart, if there is something wrong with the battle situation, you and I will have to help."

Tianmen Dao people can think of helping, naturally because of the relationship between the junior brother Tiansong Dao and the apprentice Chi Baicheng who was rescued by Yang Mo.

However, in the heart of this Taoist, he only felt that after saving Yang Mo this time, he would return the favor.

After all, in the face of Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction, he was also jealous and didn't want to get too involved in this grievance.

Hearing the words of the Tianmen Daoist, before Dingyi could speak, the kind-hearted Yilin opened his mouth first.

"Uncle Tianmen, Yang Shaoxia will be fine."

As soon as Yi Lin's voice fell, Mrs. Dingyi next to her patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, there is a master here." ”

After Ding Yi finished speaking, his hand was already unconsciously on the hilt of the sword, looking ready to help at any time.