Not far away, the general holding the Guan knife suddenly shot out a gaze as sharp as the eye of an ostrich, staring at Xiang Mo's body, and his figure flew up, like a big bird spreading its wings, flying into the air, flying towards him, and the surrounding soldiers avoided one after another, leaving a spacious fighting place.

Xiang Mo's double pupils were like two awls, sharp and sharp, piercing the body of the general with heavy armor, stepping forward with his right foot, moving back with his left foot, drawing a circular circle again, and posing in the same posture as when he fought against Zhong Yuanjia just now.

He is now familiar with this mode of battle, and he is at his fingertips, with a hint of different rhythm in his skill.

The general didn't say much, the person was a cold lump of ice, and the long knife was more like an iceberg extending out of the ice, pressing down in the direction of his forward rush.

In an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to turn into an ice hell, and all the grass, trees, and stones solidified into ice, and then gradually broke under the vibration of the strong wind, and finally drifted out with the endless cold wind, becoming a biting storm that drowned everything.

But even so, Xiang Mo still drew circles firmly in place, and the long sword in his hand was like a key to open the gate of heaven, inserted into the cold mist and murderous aura in the sky, and forcibly tore open an independent space of his own, where there was no wind, no cold light, and no murderous aura.

Finally, in the eyes of everyone, Guan Dao and Feijian touched together heavily with this vast canyon, like a meteorite falling into the sea, and Kunpeng fighting a giant whale.

The waves rose flat, and the frost was like a raging wave.

The reason why such a shocking impact broke out where the sword and the sword wanted to collide was not because the momentum of the knife was like Mount Tai pressing the top, nor because the sword was like a golden crow stepping into the air, but because Xiang Mo, this young man had turned this piece of heaven and earth into a whole with himself.

The hilt of his sword was inserted into the ground at some point, the tip of the sword facing upwards, fixed at the edge of the sword, and he himself, in a lying position, flipped and moved on the ground, controlling the flying sword with the force of rotation so that it would not fall crookedly.

The power of the sword did not hit him, but was transmitted to the ground along the flying sword, and the so-called thunderous wind and waves were nothing more than the power of the rebound generated by hitting the earth.

The idea of resolving the trick made everyone stunned, and for a long time, they had to marvel at Xiang Mo's boldness and dexterity, and if they were others, they would never dare to do this risky move.

A knife failed, the general had a trace of hesitation, he didn't expect Xiang Mo to make such a move, his arms were still pressed on the Guan knife and struggled to press down, but Xiang Mo immediately grabbed his silk of condensation, his fingers lightly pressed the long sword, only to hear a crisp "poof" sound resounded in his ears, and the tip of the long sword was tilted to the side, even with the Guan knife to the side.

Xiang Mo seized the opportunity, pulled out the body of the flying sword suddenly, and plunged straight into the neck of this fierce general.

The general's complexion changed suddenly, and his left arm hurriedly loosened the knife and blocked it in front of him, but it was too late for him to resist in a hurry, and the flying sword had pierced into his forearm without stopping, and then pierced through, and continued to move forward, which was bound to stab him to death.

Seeing the crisis, the fierce general did not hesitate anymore, although he was in the air, he still turned his body and leaned back.

He took this action almost to the extreme, almost flashing it at the moment when the sword was about to hit his neck.

But Xiang Mo didn't give up because of this, raised his right knee and knocked it in the direction of the head that he was lowering.

The blow was like a hammer slamming into the broken gong, making an unpleasant muffled sound of vomiting blood, and the knee completely slammed into the back of the general's head, and then sent him flying out of the air.

What followed was a backhand stab at Mo, and it was a stroke in the direction that the fierce general flew out.

I saw that a white line seemed to be drawn in the air, and then the head of the fierce general fell directly from his neck as if it had lost a ripe persimmon.

All this happened so fast that it was only three breaths of effort, and everyone watching was stunned.

Such a reaction, such a speed, and such a quick wreck, it is simply beyond the strength that he should have at his age.

The fierce general who seemed to be unstoppable to many disciples actually had the power to parry and had no chance to fight back.

Awesome, awesome.

The rest of the disciples seemed to see a round of rising sun, and the hope of defeating the enemy rerose in their hearts, and they picked up their weapons again and began to fight with the enemy army in front of them.

There were even disciples who shouted out directly:

"Long live the Sword Boy!" "We will win!" "The canyon must be ours!"

For a while, the morale of many disciples was high, and they seemed to have incomparable enthusiasm and determination under the drive of Xiang Mo, even if they were facing an enemy army several times their size, they were not afraid, and the weapons in their palms seemed to have no weight, and every knife and shot was the greatest power in their lives.

A teenager can hunt down the opponent's enemy generals, and what are they invincible about.

With Xiang Mo's brave and invincible performance, all the disciples once again burst out with several times more combat power than usual, and finally broke one encirclement after another and re-encircled together.

After this round broke out, although dozens of enemy soldiers were killed again, they were also sacrificing five of their children, and the battle loss ratio was about one to nine, which could be said to be far beyond their usual performance.

But this is the case, the enemy army in front of him is endless, there is no end in sight, and it seems that there are constantly enemies coming from afar.

Xiang Mo also knew that it was very difficult to stir up morale, but it was quite easy to fall, he pulled out the hilt of his sword from the ground, restored the long sword into one, shook it into the sky, shook out the liver and gallbladder of his body, and once again re-attacked the enemy army.

He wants to kill well, kill until the enemy is terrified, kill until the sky is empty, and kill until the canyon is buried by corpses.

There are all iron men here, without any life, he doesn't need to have any scruples, and he doesn't need to care about his own defense, he just needs to kill, kill, kill, and kill a piece of the sky.

The long sword swayed out, like a dragon exploring the sea, like a dinosaur in the deep sea, like a demon descending from the sky, like a beast rising from the ground, the blue sky is timid, and the canyon is choking.

When the white rainbow cuts the jade, the purple gas dries the star at night.

The hibiscus on the hoe moves, and the frost and snow in the box are bright.

Each sword pierced into the iron man's vital point accurately, and none of the swords missed, accurately making people dry their sweat beads, and accurately leaving the air behind.

They saw only a white shadow, sometimes like a leaf, flying in the jungle of weapons, sometimes like an iron pestle, directly smashing through the dense crowd, and sometimes like a flea, shuttling back and forth above the heads of many enemies.

Under the astonishing series of killings, which were like cutting grass and cutting trees, were patches of corpses and mountains of heads.

Xiang Mo didn't know how many enemy soldiers he had killed, but he felt that his right arm began to tremble unconsciously, which was caused by the fatigue that involuntarily caused by the muscles and muscles after reaching the limit, and his legs were even softer, like a ball of cotton.

He reached the extreme again, a physical extreme, as if he had reached the extreme countless times, his true qi, strength, and soul were all consumed in the endless killing, but a large number of enemy troops were also lying in front of him, although I don't know how many, but there were thousands of them.

From the time he rushed to kill until he sensed that his strength was insufficient, he directly crossed the entire battlefield and came to the canyon, where behind him were countless fallen enemy soldiers, as well as those who had not had time to retract their heads.

However, the enemy army did not panic because of this, they were born to fight, in order to test the strength of their children, and when they died, they would be turned into countless refining materials, and they would be smelted into a ball again.

Life and death don't mean much to them, only killing, unconscious killing.

The old man in the hut was not as calm as he appeared on the surface, but more worried, looked at the tireless young man again, and sighed:

"The old man is for you, but he has lost a lot of troops, and even the balance of victory will tilt to your side, if you are willing to be interested, just retreat, the old man may spare your life, if you are stubborn, then the old man will kill you even if he fights the disadvantage of insufficient troops when he fights with you in the end!"

He directly ripped off the countless unreacted lines on a finger, and once again pulled out countless lines and stuck them on his fingers, his mind moved slightly, urging the soldiers and horses.

When the war is carried out at this point, it is no longer up to him to decide, nor is it between the two armies in the grassland, nor is it a new frontier in the mountains and forests that is in a bitter battle, but it is also tied to the competition for this canyon.

Although the old man was not worried about the occupation of the canyon, if he continued to consume it like this, it would still have many adverse effects on the development of the war in the future, and even have an immeasurable crisis on the defense of the last base camp.

He could even predict that the appearance of this young man would lead to excessive depletion of troops, and in the end, there would be insufficient troops.

But the old man was also very helpless, the young man didn't know what pills he had taken, he had already been slashed and killed for a full hour, and he still couldn't see him tired, if he was someone else, I was afraid that he was already tired enough just by swinging the sword, but he didn't stop as if he was nothing.

"Is this providence? A new star is about to appear in this era?"

He wasn't sure, so he could only continue to send troops to oppress.

Zhong Danran, who was not far away, also saw Xiang Mo's performance, and was very satisfied, he was like this old man, and he also watched every corner of the battlefield, not letting go of every outstanding seedling, although the battle of the canyon was a little unexpected, but it was also reasonable, but I didn't expect this kid to be so resistant, far beyond the limit of half a genius disciple, he is really a malleable talent.

Thinking of the scene of making a fool of himself at the gate at the beginning, the Zhong Pavilion Lord smiled faintly and said in his heart:

I remember that at the top of the tower, Zeng Wuzi's book of "Turtle Chronicles" was spent, saying that every major event happened in the world, the free true dragon appeared, Gaia was the world, and the world was safe, I thought about it, and thought it was the princes of the royal family, but now it seems that I was wrong, the real dragon is no one else, maybe this young man, but he is still just a Jiao, and the dragon is still far away, and he still needs a lot of help, but I don't know how his luck is.