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A figure walked slowly.

Zhao Mo was lying on the ground, and the sound of footsteps gradually approached.

A gap narrowed in Zhao Mo's eyes, and he looked towards the figure, only to see that the person who came was a young man with a sneer.

The young man came to the first Zhao family disciple, his arm shook, and a short sword appeared in his hand.

With the sword in hand, blood splattered out, and the head fell.

Zhao Mo's figure slowly moved his body, and after retreating not far away, Zhao Mo slowly arched his back, and the figure retreated and disappeared into the forest.

Zhao Mo looked at the young man who was not far away who shot at the Zhao family's disciples who were lying on the ground.

The young man killed the warriors one by one, but he didn't find that Zhao Mo was gone.

After all, at this time, the sky was very dark, only by the light of the bonfire, and even if a warrior could see things in the dark, but knowing that the other party had taken a hundred residual incense, this young man obviously had slackened.

After all, this young man's strength should not be underestimated in the slightest, and the pure essence is strong, and he has obviously reached the middle stage of innate nature.

This is also the reason why Zhao Mo did not make a direct move.

For the Zhao family martial artists, he didn't care.

But soon Zhao Mo stopped, his body lowered slightly, and he was holding on to the trunk of the big tree, his face showed an ugly look.

"Martial artist of the early stage of Ning Yuan!"

Zhao Mo looked at the road in the direction of Qingyun City in the distance, there was a man walking slowly, this man had a scar on his face, this scar did not make him look hideous, but made him look a different kind of fierceness.

A martial artist in the early stage of Ning Yuan, Zhao Mo didn't want to think about it, so he turned around and left.

"Who!"

The young man immediately discovered something, and looked in the direction where Zhao Mo left, only to see a figure flashing by.

"Eight, what's going on?"

The man with the scar on his face did not change his steps in the slightest, nor did his words rise or fall in the slightest.

"On the fifth, there is a Zhao family member who is still alive. ”

The Eight said with a frown.

"Go kill him!"

Number Five said with a wave of his hand.

Hearing this, No. 8 stepped hard under his feet and shot towards Zhao Mo.

Zhao Mo was very fast and headed towards Zhaojia Town.

He squinted his eyes and glanced back, knowing that someone was following behind him.

Zhao Mo moved his left hand, and his body moved upward, heading towards the canopy.

The surroundings were quiet, Zhao Mo stood in the canopy, looking at the martial artist coming behind him, a strange aura appeared on his body, completely covering his body.

It's like the trees around it, and it's not surprising.

A moment later, the warrior known as the Eighth came quickly, but as soon as he came here, he immediately stopped.

"Why can't you feel this person's breath at all when you get here, is he running away?"

Eight muttered to himself.

"Impossible, I obviously feel that this kid is just an early stage congenital martial artist!

Zhao Mo looked at this young man from a low zero.

The young man looked left and right.

"Come out, I know you're nearby!"

Eight is the last to face forward.

Zhao Mo flicked his right hand, and a thin wind blade came out from his fingertips, and with a click, a branch in the distance slowly fell.

The short sword in the palm of the eighth hand swung back, only to hear a stabbing sound, and the branch directly turned into two pieces and fell.

The dagger was almost as sharp as blowing short hair.

And from here, Zhao Mo could also see that this young man's reaction and speed were not comparable to ordinary mid-innate martial artists.

This mid-innate martial artist was obviously specially trained, and it was simply incomparable to ordinary martial artists!

This young man is considered Zhao Mo's strongest opponent, if possible, Zhao Mo naturally doesn't want to fight hard with this martial artist, but this young man obviously won't let him leave easily.

It may even continue to wait here, after all, this kind of thing is not difficult for such a well-trained martial artist.

Half an hour later, Zhao Mo looked down at the young man below, during this time, this young man did not change at all, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

"Your Excellency wants to kill our Zhao family so much, are you from the Tang family or from the Fang family!"

Zhao Mo said slowly.

This No. 8 gaze suddenly looked upward, and Zhao Mo's body fell sharply, falling straight to the ground.

"I didn't expect you to come out so easily, I thought you would hide for a long time!"

Eight said slowly.

"What's the use of hiding, it's just a delay in getting you to find me!"

Zhao Mo shrugged his shoulders, and at this moment, he grabbed his hand from his arms, and a bronze mirror flashed with a flash of light, heading towards No. 8.

Number Eight's figure flashed, avoiding the light of the bronze mirror, this is a method you want to sneak up on me? I won't make such a low-level mistake.

In the next moment, Zhao Mo rushed towards No. 8.

Under the palm of his hand, he went towards the palm of the eight.

Bang bang bang.

"Collapse Strike!"

No. 8 did not retreat, and slapped his palm towards Zhao Mo.

The two chapters collide directly in one place.

With a muffled sound, the ground where No. 8 was standing directly cracked, and Jingyuan turned into a storm and scattered.

Zhao Mo flew out upside down, and after being down-to-earth, he looked at No. 8 in the distance.

No. 8 shrugged his arm, it seemed that this Zhao Mo's palm made No. 8 also a little uncomfortable.

"I didn't expect that at such a young age, I could hit it, and even I had a little uncomfortable slap. ”

No. 8 rubbed his palms and looked at Zhao Mo.

"Now tell me who sent you!"

Zhao Mo looked at No. 8 and said slowly.

"Since you're going to die, it doesn't hurt to tell you, I'm one of the dead soldiers of the Fang family, so I can die with peace of mind now!"

No. 8 looked at Zhao Mo and said slowly.

"It's a pity that I don't want to, I'll die here now, but the level of the Fang family's dead soldiers is indeed a first-class level!"

Zhao Mo nodded.

"I haven't seen a calm warrior like you, you are indeed different, it is not unimaginable to be able to avoid the hundred remnants, if it is a normal time, we may be able to become good friends, but unfortunately now we can only become enemies!"

As he spoke, No. 8 stepped hard with his right foot, and a hole appeared in the ground, and his whole person shot out directly, heading towards Zhao Mo.

Zhao Mo's expression was calm, his right hand shook, and a talisman appeared in his hand, his eyes looked at No. 8, and the essence in his body poured into the talisman, and the talisman flashed with a powerful force.

No. 8's face was cold, the Yuan Fu needed not only the essence element, but also the time to urge, and no martial artist could easily stimulate the Yuan Fu, even if it was a martial artist who cultivated to be extremely powerful.

So No. 8 was not worried, but the heart of killing Zhao Mo in his heart became stronger and stronger.