In the midst of this silence, one of the masked men suddenly seemed to think of something, and showed a look of sudden realization.

He shouted: "It's the Thousand Needles of the Jinyi Guard, everyone be careful, this kid is the lackey of the imperial court." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him immediately refuted.

"Be careful of the fart, that Thousand Absolute Needles are filled at a time, and they can only be fired once, and the fuselage is as thick as a bucket, this fool has nothing on him, how can it be a Thousand Absolute Needles, besides, Jin Yiwei has always cared about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, it can't be them."

A Taishan faction master said: "It's not what a thousand needles are, is this kid a ghost." ”

Just when everyone heard this, they were terrified, and a master of the Hengshan faction said with panic in his tone.

"I know him, he is Yang Zhiyu, the son of Xuanjian who became famous a few months ago, and I saw him last time in Liu Zhengfeng's mansion."

A grumpy man in the crowd said loudly: "It doesn't matter if he is a human or a ghost, even if it is a real ghost, we are more than fifty people, and we can break him into thousands of pieces if we rush up together." ”

But having said that, thinking of Cong Buqi's somewhat weird death, no one dared to step forward and make a move first, they all stared wide-eyed, waiting for others to try Yang Mo's depth again.

Ling Hu Chong watched from the side and was secretly anxious for Yang Mo, but his master and his fellow disciples were all pointed, and he was afraid that those people would be unfavorable to them after he walked away, so he could only stand aside and listen.

Hearing that these people were discussing how to deal with Yang Mo, he also knew in his heart that with so many masters, even if he went up to help, it would be nothing more than death.

After waiting for a while, someone finally couldn't help it, it was the seal of the Huashan Sword Sect.

Seeing that Yang Mo not only killed his junior brother Cong and did not give up, but also destroyed the good thing that he was about to become the head of the Huashan faction, he hated Yang Mo to the bone in his heart.

Listening to the people around him still talking, and then seeing Yang Mo muttering to himself stupidly, he lost his umbrella and was wet all over his body, and he didn't know it, obviously looking like a fool.

Feng Buping was inevitably lucky, and Zhang Jian in his hand said: "Let me Feng Buping see if you are a human or a ghost!" ”

As soon as Feng Buping finished speaking, his body flew away, and when he pounced in front of Yang Mo, the long sword in his hand stabbed Yang Mo directly in the throat.

Yang Mo faced Feng Buping's sword blade, raised his right hand, as if he was really stupid, and grabbed the tip of Feng Buping's sword with his empty hand.

After Feng Buping saw it, he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, thinking that this person was really a fool, and he dared to grab the sharp weapon in his hand with his bare hands.

But what happened next made Feng Buping look shocked, and he couldn't figure it out.

When his long sword pierced into Yang Mo's palm, it was as if it had pierced into a ball of tough soft rubber, and no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

As soon as he exerted his strength, he felt a soft feeling coming from the tip of the sword, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to stab a point ahead.

The other masters also saw the strange state of Feng Buping, and felt strange in their hearts, and hurriedly shone the lantern in their hands towards the two of them.

Then, when they saw what they saw, they were all stunned and stunned.

I saw that the tip of the uneven sword was against Yang Mo's palm, but it was half an inch away, as if it had hit an invisible wall, and it was constantly trembling there.

And no matter how hard Feng stabbed, he couldn't move forward a bit, and seeing that the long sword was bent into a round of crescent, it was still to no avail.

Seeing this, there was a well-informed exclaimant among the crowd: "True Qi Protector, how is it possible!" ”

When the masters were amazed, the envelope was a little furious when he saw such a strange phenomenon.

Seeing that he couldn't stab in, he thought that this kid was really weird, and he wanted to put away his sword and retreat in fear.

Faced with such an unbelievable situation, his brain, which was originally occupied by anger, instantly cleared up a lot.

He regretted his recklessness a little, and felt that he should go back and get together with all the masters first, and then think about how to deal with Yang Mo in front of him after careful discussion.

But just when Feng Buping only took two or three steps back, Yang Mo moved, and the same action as killing Cong Buqi was still a random wave of his hand.

Compared to the darkness when Feng Buping was killed just now, there were dozens of lanterns illuminated at this moment, and everyone could see Yang Mo's wave of their hands clearly.

In everyone's attention, the moment Yang Mo waved his hand, the raindrops falling around him stopped strangely.

Immediately after, the raindrops accelerated rapidly, like countless arrows, shooting towards the seal.

Raindrops pierced the air, streaking through streamer-like tracks in the dim darkness of the firelight, with a continuous swishing sound.

Feng Buping's unbelievable attack on this kind of unbelievable attack frightened his soul away, and the long sword in his hand danced into a ball of silver light, trying to block these raindrops.

But how can a mere long sword block the endless torrential rain and the attacks of this heaven and earth beyond the mundane.

After a while, I saw countless tiny blood spots splashed on his body, shaking wildly in the rain, and he was instantly shot into a sieve full of holes.

Witnessing the whole process of Feng Buping's death, all the masters finally understood how Yang Mo killed people, and when they looked at each other, they found that they all had the expression of seeing a ghost.

However, not everyone was so frightened, and among the people of the Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun's face was full of ecstasy.

"Heaven and man are one, attacking with the power of heaven and earth, this is the realm of the unity of heaven and man, this is the highest realm of controlling the sword with qi."

Yang Mo's such a strange attack suddenly frightened those who besieged the Huashan faction, and no one dared to challenge Yang Mo anymore, let alone deal with the people of the Huashan faction, they just wanted to escape from this terrifying place quickly.

At this moment, the expression on Yang Mo's face changed again, his sluggish expression turned into madness, and his eyes were as red as blood.

Seeing that those people wanted to escape, Yang Mo let out a low roar, and his figure rushed into the crowd besieging the Huashan faction like a ghost.

"Kill!"

As his words fell, a storm several feet high appeared around his body, and endless raindrops shrouded Yang Mo's side, spinning rapidly like a sharp blade.

Everywhere Yang Mo went, no matter how high and strong his martial arts were, the people he met were all smashed.

With a wave of his hand, countless raindrops shot out, shooting the people he hit into a pile of rotten flesh.

In the face of Yang Mo's attack, at first there were still people who wanted to resist, but Tang Yingjaw, the seventh Taibao of the Songshan faction, did not believe in evil, and stretched out his palms to slap Yang Mo's body.

As a result, before his two hands reached Yang Mo, they were cut into white bones by the raindrops that shrouded Yang Mo's side.

Immediately followed by Yang Mo and threw himself towards Tang Yingjaw, and after a terrible scream, he saw that Tang Yingjaw's whole person was blurred by the flesh and blood cut by the raindrops, and he was suddenly dead.

Seeing Tang Yingjaw's miserable end, who else dared to face Yang Mo again, everyone at the moment performed light skills one after another, and fled like a lost dog.

But no matter how fast they worked, how fast they were able to pass the water droplets that were shot out, and as a result, except for a few people, most of the people besieging the Huashan faction died in the storm.

After the killing, there was not a single living person to be seen in the place where more than fifty people were standing, except for a pile of broken corpses.

And around Yang Mo's body, the raindrop storm that was still spinning had completely turned into a red blooddrop storm because of the blood staining.