Xiang Mo stopped, stood in a no-man's corner, his eyes were cold, and a cold light flashed, stabbing the old man, pouting and smiling:

"Yes, today, I want you to know the truth that when a civilian is angry, blood is splashed in five steps!"

The flying sword bounced out of his hand inch by inch, and under the sunlight, it shone brightly, reaching the sky.

"It's really stubborn, I don't know how to advance or retreat!"

The old man shook his head, and the long stick came out of his hand, dotted in midair, and drew a circle, and in an instant, there was an extra cage around Xiang Mo.

This cage is like a big mouth, swallowing up the boundless light, full of oppression, isolated from the world.

Seeing that Xiang Mo was trapped, the rest of the people all became happy, and instantly turned into hungry wolves, roaring, as if they wanted to swallow all his bones.

In this small courtyard, there was a sudden sword light and sword shadow, murderous, Senluo knife light covered the brilliance of the morning sun, and the breath of silence fell to the dry earth.

Xiang Mo fell into a desperate situation, all the people in front of him were all extraordinary, and the lowest level was also the peak of Ning Yuan, and the old man who covered him had reached the first level of Juxuan, a whole big realm higher than him.

The realm doesn't say everything, but the number of people certainly speaks for itself.

The fluctuation of true qi like a tide, coupled with the monstrous killing intent, and the greed that is like a substance wrapped in anyone, will not be comfortable, except for Xiang Mo.

What he cared about now was not the killers who were about to pounce outside, but the old man's cage.

A cage that can form an independent space, although it is still 108,000 miles away from truly sealing a person, is now a good means of trapping people.

The print, the reproduction of the print, the unique defensive pattern, is completely different from what he has seen.

What I have seen and heard in the past is all the imprint of attack, from the first encounter of long pens, hammers, and later gloves and all kinds of air-marked weapons, all of which tend to attack, and this time, what I encountered was actually a defensive weapon.

Although he knew that it was now a realm of danger and life and death, Xiang Mo still couldn't restrain his curiosity and studied this cage, his heart had already been tempered again and again, and it was connected with the seal.

Touching this gray cage, there was a cold touch on his hand, and when he raised his eyes to look closely, he saw that it was smooth and translucent, and the internal force was flashing with dark light, and the shape was hard, like a piece of iron and stone.

With a wave of the long sword, a white line was rubbed, and after a while, it returned to its original state.

Xiang Mo stroked his chin, thought about it slightly, and understood the principle of the cage, the corners of his mouth raised, and he was happy like a flower blooming in his heart.

If the group of killers who were attacking him outside knew that Xiang Mo was still studying the imprint at this time, they would definitely feel that his mind was full of water, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, because they were getting closer and closer to Xiang Mo.

Ten zhang, five zhang, two zhang...... The long knife reached in, the sledgehammer smashed into it, the long silk wrapped around it, and the arrow fell into it.

In such a small place, all kinds of weapons were like a thunderstorm in summer, flying all over the sky, like thousands of sharp arrows shooting at this young man.

Closer, closer, the big man with the double knife even saw Xiang Mo's figure, wanting to appreciate his last stunned and remorse before he died.

However, Xiang Mo disappointed him, and the young man in the green shirt did not have any surprised expression, only a faint playfulness and contemptuous contempt on his face.

Just as Dahan was surprised by the other party's performance, a white light flashed in his pupils.

Like the morning light at dawn in early winter, it gives people a kind of warmth, a kind of comfort, and a kind of hope, as if to embrace people in the warm ocean, and they can't extricate themselves from drowning in it.

Countless questions and incomprehensions flashed in Dahan's mind, as well as a trace of uncontrollable yearning, and even more longing to embrace the light.

He finally couldn't stop the subconscious of his body, pounced on the light, merged into the light, dissolved into the light, and all that was left was darkness.

The big man died, and the death was not clear, it was not clear, and he didn't even know how he died, which made the others feel fear.

"It's a sword, a flying sword!"

Someone cried out in horror.

The power of the flying sword, no one knows, the upper can kill the immortals, the lower can slaughter the city, a sword from the west, all things withered and glorious.

This big man just crashed into the flying sword, and when he landed, his head fell to the ground, and he couldn't die anymore.

He hesitated too quickly, and the others didn't react at all, and the three people who followed quickly in front of them also fell into the white sea and lost their lives.

The power of a sword is full of energy.

Between the liver and gallbladder, the heart and soul are excited.

In an instant, these killers, who were the fastest runners and the most fierce, couldn't help but slow down their pace, stopped raising their legs, and cold sweat flowed endlessly on their foreheads like streams.

Until the four of them died, a pair of eyes were still staring at the boss, their eyes were full of confusion, and their bodies still maintained the posture of killing, until the moment of death, they fell to the ground, like a puddle of mud, lying next to Xiang Mo.

"Boom-"

The long knife rolled to the ground with a crisp metal crashing sound, and scarlet blood was thrown on it, adding a sense of blood and brutality to the otherwise white and smooth surface.

Death, for flying swords, is sometimes a very simple thing.

"Why is this kid's flying sword so fast?"

The old man stood in the distance, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but be shocked.

He asked himself that he was also a master of the Gathering Spiral Realm, but if he wanted to kill these people in one breath, it was impossible, could it be that the kid had already mastered the method of using the flying sword?

A young man who has not yet reached the weak crown can skillfully control the flying sword in just one night after getting the flying sword, doesn't it mean that he can already use the true meaning of the flying sword?

But, what can it be?

He is a master of the Gathering Xuan Realm, although he is only a third-order, but this is enough, the gap between the Gathering Xuan and Ning Yuan is like the gap between the martial artist and the Ning Yuan, which cannot be surmounted.

The old man sighed:

"Boy, even if you can use a flying sword, what should you do, isn't it that the strong in the world are kings, the losers are cowards, and the weak want to survive, they can only hide in the corner like ants, hoping to pick up some of the food left by people, instead of going to the crowd to Mu Monkey and crown, Sherat City Fox, the old man will teach you this truth today!"

After saying that, his long stick shook again, his true qi was surging, the prints were churning, and he hit a ring that he encountered again, and if the sky was full of rain, they fell one after another, covering the top of Mo's head.

Before they hit the ground, these rings moved back and forth in the sky, constantly circling and circling, pulling and twisting, merging into one, forming a piece of light intertwined like the movement of the stars, shaking and rippling in the air, breathtaking.

However, in the blink of an eye, one disc after another was formed, scattering ten thousand cold rays of light, piercing directly into Mo's heart.

The cold light in the sky is like a heavy rain on a sunny day, flashing a lot of light in the silent place, at first glance it is just a little star, but there is a hidden murderous intention, like a shadow, secretly attacking.

Xiang Mo drew his sword again.

This sword is like a white snake spitting letters, hissing through the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling, walking in all directions, sometimes light as a swallow, pointing the sword up, sometimes suddenly like lightning, and the fallen leaves collapse.

It is really a silver light in the courtyard, and thousands of miles have swallowed the strong blood.

The sword body is like a long pen, slashing across the sky, tearing the holes, taking the stars in the sky into his arms, and then lightly, as if to splash ink, open and close, leading countless cold stars to fly to the four fields.

For a while, countless rings in the sky seemed to be wingless birds falling from the sky messily, drifting away without a trace, and there were countless light cyan figures around them, as light as a nestling swallow, faint blue light, flying towards everyone.

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and then felt that their bodies seemed to have been bitten by countless mosquitoes, blood flowed sideways, and wounds were numb.

Under one move, half of them were injured, and one person was covered with wounds all over his body, bleeding profusely, and collapsed directly to the ground.

Xiang Mo shot his sword three times.

People are like butterflies, fluttering in the air, shaking their bodies as if they were off the ground, and swooping into the crowd.

The flying swords are like water, or they are gathered together, and the ripples are like water, or they come out of their hands, flashing as fast as lightning.

A sword and a spring and autumn, a sword and a fragrance.

The sword flies among the clouds, and the sword comes out like a late lotus.

Behind the faint cold light, there were shocking blood marks and pillars of blood that soared into the sky.

The first sword, one person can't dodge, the arm is cut off, the person is like a sack, the meal money goes out, the second sword, one person swings the knife to block, the armpit is exposed, the ribs penetrate, the blood flows like an infusion, the third sword, one person double-hammered, but it falls empty, and the forehead is from the top, leaving a long mark.

The fourth sword, human wounded, the fifth sword, human death, the sixth sword, human escape, the seventh sword......

Under the flying sword, there was no enemy, and everyone who only hit them trembled, their hearts and lungs were restless, their legs trembled, and they almost wanted to escape.

These masters of the peak of Ning Yuan were in a mess as if they were chopping melons and vegetables under Xiang Mo's subordinates, and they rushed to flee for their lives, and the momentum that came at the beginning completely disappeared and disappeared.

One by one, I wish that my father and mother gave them two legs, and they ran faster than mice.

Moments later, all that remained on the ground were countless severed toes, weapons and blood scattered across the ground.

The rich breath of blood drifted far away, casting a shadow over the clear sky.

In this land of the plains, there are only four people left, Xiang Mo, the old man, the middle-aged woman, and a scholar.

Except for Xiang Mo, that person was all masters of the Gathering Spiral Realm, and they were not in a hurry to make a move just now, but were observing Xiang Mo, this different kid.

Seeing him break the old man's tricks with one move, they were all shocked, and then they were even more surprised when they saw him kill everyone, and suddenly looked at him again.

But the temptation of the flying sword is also huge, even if there is cowardice in his heart, he is unwilling to leave.

The three of them had a tacit understanding, glanced at each other, surrounded Xiang Mo in the middle, and their true qi was greatly boosted, and they poured their weapons with all their strength and beat them out.