Hearing the dull sound of the wind behind him, Chen Mo's body rushed forward, reached out and grabbed a lama and threw it behind him, when he turned around, he saw that the lama's chest was spurted with blood, and blood spurted out of his mouth, Chang Qi threw the corpse aside with a flick of his palm, and slapped it at him again with his palms in a row. ◎

Chen Mo used the small body method of the Divine Movement to continuously avoid Changqi's rapid attacks, and occasionally he attacked twice with a prajna palm and a dagger, and after comparing it with the Nine Tribulations, Chen Mo clearly realized that he could rely on martial arts to compete with the second-level martial artists in this world, but he was still much worse than the internal strength.

Chang Qi's contact attack was close to a hundred moves, but Chen Mo kept flashing like a swimming fish, even if he slapped Chen Mo's palm with his big hand, Chen Mo unloaded most of the strength in it with a strange body method, and for a while, Chen Mo and Chang Qi fought half a catty, and the bursts of shouts made the surrounding lamas have to retreat to avoid the increasing strength of the two.

Under normal circumstances, Changqi's internal strength is far deeper than Chen Mo's, although his martial arts skills are poor, as long as the time drags on enough, Chen Mo will fall behind, but the current situation is that Chen Mo is getting more and more comfortable fighting, but Changqi is because of eating HC's move, the internal strength in his body is running around;

Suddenly, the palm of his left hand and Chen Mo's palm were on the same page, Chang Qi's chest, who was supposed to force Chen Mo away with one palm, suddenly felt a pain, and all the strength in his hand disappeared, but Chen Mo gathered twenty years of internal strength and his stronger body lì came out with all his strength, Chang Qi's left arm snapped with a click, and just when his right palm was still trying to concentrate on blocking Chen Mo's continuous attacks, he suddenly found that Chen Mo's speed had skyrocketed a lot, and the cold dagger on his right hand stabbed into his heart with a snort.

Chang Qi was unlucky when he was hit in the chest by Hui Cong, what he didn't expect was that Chen Mo's body was extremely weird, coupled with flexible techniques and martial arts to be able to fight a delaying battle with him, when he saw Chen Mo draw his knife and refract at the other lamas, his eyes were stunned and he felt that life was disappearing quickly.

Killing a Changqi, Chen Mo's internal strength in his body did not consume much, but the muscles of his body began to feel sore, while he continued to kill the lama, the Xuanyu Gong in his body was even faster to massage his muscles with internal strength, he just thought that this way could quickly restore the body, but he didn't expect that this crooked attack was the inevitable phenomenon of the martial artist's internal and external practitioners.

Chen Mo gradually recovered, but the spirit of killing him became better and better, after the half-pillar incense time, the sky had gradually begun to darken, and the red-clothed lamas around him had organized several charges, but they were blocked by the Shaolin monks again and again;

However, at this time, the losses on both sides are getting heavier and heavier, thousands of red-clothed lamas divided nearly 400 people to go to the mountain to block the musket team, and the remaining 600 people have lost nearly 200 people, Chen Mo alone is enough to kill fifty or sixty people, this is not to say that Chen Mo's martial arts are far stronger than the monks, but the monks' minds are only to block each other, and they do not kill people at all.

The red-clothed lama and the Shaolin warrior monk have the same idea, the ring knife in their hands is convenient for shoveling and tricking, and the warrior monks who were originally guarding around have also lost twenty or thirty people at this time, if they continue to delay, this layer of guards will definitely be overwhelmed by the red-clothed lama.

Chen Mo occasionally looked around, the sun in the distance was already half hanging on the top of the mountain, he was also a little secretly anxious in his heart, originally thought that killing those lamas in Changqi would retreat, but he didn't expect that the lamas were still attacking frantically in the shouts of other lamas, he gritted his teeth, and saw that Chengguan was actually spinning around with Sanji and Hubayin as if he was fighting, he made a wrong step, and rushed over quickly as soon as his body turned, and without making a sound, he aimed his left palm and right knife at the back of one of them.

What heroic behavior is not suitable for such a big melee, Chen Mo gathered his palm power, and slapped the lama vest named Sanji with a burst of energy, this Sanji is similar to Chen Mo with internal strength, and was hit by Chen Mo with a Shaolin palm, and a mouthful of blood shot out of his mouth, but he immediately felt a pain in his vest, and then saw a young figure holding a short knife rushing towards Hubayin.

He took a step forward, but his mouth continued to spew blood stains, and when he saw Chen Mo's body turning continuously and hitting the acupoint on Hubayin's chest, his cheeks twitched and he pounced forward, and his limbs continued to twitch and gradually dissipate the last shadow in his pupils.

Chen Mo killed three masters among the lamas in a row, and suddenly let the surrounding lamas see him as if he had seen a fierce beast, and Yulin, who was watching from inside the gate, shook his head again, put his hands together and began to overtake the surrounding undead.

"Rush, kill"

Chen Mo was still helping to resist the onslaught of the red-clothed lama by the wall, and a shout of killing came from all directions, and the crackling muskets became dense, and tens of thousands of troops rushed out of the surrounding mountains and forests at once.

Seeing the army surrounding, the group of lamas fled in all directions, Chen Mo leaned against the wall and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, put away the cold iron dagger, and then walked along the screaming lamas who fell to the ground.

One foot and one does not leave a living mouth, Chen Mo is completely picking up a bargain at this time, although a red-clothed lama only has a little martial arts value, but there are at least two hundred people lying on the ground who still have half a life left, he doesn't care about the compassionate eyes of the monks, but for a while there are only corpses on the ground and no living people.

Cheng watched Chen Mo kill, originally he also thought that Chen Mo's murderous intention was too heavy, as a Shaolin martial artist, he also planned to persuade him, but as Chen Mo walked aside after killing and looked around, he suddenly felt that Chen Mo had a reason to kill these people.

Chengguan shook his head and walked aside, and the warrior monks also sat on the ground one by one and gasped to rest, this battle was only half an hour, but it made these warrior monks who were masters out of the way tired enough.

The sky gradually began to darken, the surrounding mountains were already lit with blazing torches, the surrounding gunshots and screams had gradually disappeared, and after a row of bright torches approached, Chen Mo saw his old boss Duolong walking over with a smile.

"Lord Duolong, when I saw the mountains of sergeants just now, I knew that the follow-up army might have been led by you, I don't know where the emperor is now?" Chen Mo stepped forward and hugged his fists and smiled.

Duolong laughed and clenched his fists and said:

"Lord Chen, when the emperor received your secret report that there were a large number of thieves here, he ordered me to bring the remaining firearms battalion and forward battalion here, and then there were 20,000 troops to come, but the emperor will not arrive until two days later, I listened to the report of the firearms battalion and the prisoners in today's battle, and my lord has made a great contribution this time, I don't know how the emperor should reward Lord Chen."