On the streets, a dispute gradually ferments, attracting onlookers from the surrounding people who have nothing to do. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Drain the water around the street.

"Isn't this person Tang He, a disciple of the Heavenly Martial Sect?"

Someone recognized Tang He's identity and couldn't help but say in surprise.

"It's not him, it is said that his background is also terrible, who dares to do it against Tang He!"

"I haven't seen it, it's probably a family living in seclusion in the mountains nearby!"

"Looks like these people are dead!"

There was a lot of talk around.

And at this moment, Zhao Mo slowly continued: "That's right, the winner is naturally the king among martial artists, if you win, just take the thing, if you lose, give me the thing, it's okay!"

"This kid is really not afraid of death!"

"Those who don't know are fearless, this kid is a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers!"

The nearby onlookers discussed, obviously thinking that Zhao Mo would definitely lose.

After Zhao Xingjian personally felt Tang He's strength, he didn't think that Zhao Mo could win, although Zhao Mo could survive in the barren forest, he didn't feel Zhao Mo's strength.

"Zhao Mo forget it!"

Zhao Xingjian opened his mouth to persuade, although they were originally at odds with Zhao Mo, but in this situation, Zhao Mo was still willing to come forward, and he naturally recognized that Zhao Mo was a member of the Zhao family.

Zhao Mo didn't answer, looked at Tang He and said, "Don't mother-in-law, mother-in-law, if you admit defeat, just return the herbs to me!"

Tang He snorted coldly, his strength had reached the middle stage of the innate stage, how could he be afraid of the kid in front of him.

The thin sword in his hand was like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, stabbing towards Zhao Mo at a tricky angle, Zhao Mo moved his right hand to hold the hilt of the long sword behind his back, and instead of pulling it out, he directly slashed towards the thin sword with the scabbard.

Without using the essence to offset the weight of its sword body, and directly slashing down, its speed fell almost in the blink of an eye.

Of course, it's not so much a chopping down as a smashing down.

When he smashed on the thin sword, Tang He obviously planned to fight back, but he didn't expect the thin sword to be smashed to the ground and pressed to the ground by the long sword with the scabbard.

Rumble.

With a muffled sound, the rubble flew up, and a pit appeared in the masonry that had been paved on the ground.

And Tang He's green tendons twisted on the back of his hand, obviously no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull out the thin sword.

"Throw in the towel?"

Zhao Mo said with a smile.

This scene made everyone can't help but grow their mouths and look at this scene in disbelief.

With just one move, Tang He has no power to fight back?

How is this possible?

Everyone probably thought so in their hearts, even Tang He himself was no exception, but he himself understood better that the other party's long sword didn't know what it was refined, and it was extremely heavy.

But how could he admit defeat, as a disciple of the Heavenly Martial Sect, he couldn't afford to lose this face, the essence in his body was surging towards the thin sword in his hand, and a white light suddenly shone on the thin sword, and the white light condensed the sword body.

Tang He snorted: "You are looking for death!"

As soon as the word death fell, the thin sword in his hand had already blocked the long sword, and in a flash, Bai Mang stabbed towards Zhao Mo's eyebrows, this blow, Tang He had obviously moved to kill.

Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts couldn't help but shudder, and an illusion spread in their minds, as if this sword was not aimed at Zhao Mo alone, but at everyone present.

Zhao Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, the smile on his face remained unchanged, his eyes flashed, and the long sword in his hand, which was originally extremely heavy, became much lighter at this time, and the long sword moved, as if it was made by his arm, it suddenly blocked the trajectory of the thin sword.

Bite!

The thin sword pierced the scabbard and stabbed on the body of the long sword, the cold light in Zhao Mo's eyes flashed, and his right foot was raised and kicked out.

Tang He obviously won't be easy, under Zhao Mo's kick, he retreated, looking extremely elegant, and at this moment, the illusion that everyone felt disappeared at that moment just now, as if it no longer existed at all, but it also left a cold sweat on everyone's cheeks.

The dark passage Tang River is terrible.

At the same time, they looked at Zhao Mo, who was still smiling, and this young man couldn't help but become infinitely powerful in their eyes.

After Tang He retreated, Zhao Mo did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but looked at Tang He with a smile and said, "You have retreated, just admit defeat!"

Tang He sneered and said, "The kid has some means, but you think that you can deal with me just by virtue of the mystery of your Yuan Weapon, this is wrong!"

Tang He's words fell, his toes were a little bit, and the thin sword in his hand slashed out horizontally, and suddenly a white light slashed towards Zhao Mo.

Zhao Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, watching this white mang get closer and closer, the blow just now made him understand that the inscription condensed on this thin sword was definitely not an attack type of inscription, but an inscription that restrained his mind, so this blow would only be a move to attract his attention, so where would the real attack be?

Zhao Mo flung out of his hand, and suddenly the long sword flew out, shooting towards the nearby white mang.

At the same time, a sudden sound of breaking wind sounded, and it roared towards him.

Zhao Mo's upper body twisted, and his left hand slapped out, and with this palm, under the three muffled sounds, Zhao Mo's palm and Tang He's palm that came from the sneak attack slapped together.

With a bang, Zhao Mo took three steps back, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Tang He's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward again, condensing the essence with both hands.

"Block my palm head-on, but this time you don't have that chance!"

Tang Hedi shouted: "Collapse Yujin!"

With Tang Hedi's shout, his palm slapped out violently.

This palm was slapped, and there was not the slightest sound of breaking the wind, not even the palm wind, as if it was a random palm, but when it was close to Zhao Mo's chest, Zhao Mo felt a strong and indispersible force, brewing in his palm, once the palm fell on him, this palm will be like the Yangtze River bursting the embankment, and when the time comes, I am afraid that at the same time, the mid-innate martial artists may not be able to block it.

Tang He slowly opened his mouth, as if to say, provoke me, you are looking for death.

The corners of Zhao Mo's mouth twitched, a hint of sarcasm appeared, his right hand moved, and with a wave, the wind suddenly howled out, and it turned out to be the long sword that was thrown out just now, I don't know when, it actually returned to his hand, and at this time of crisis, it was waved out.

Tang He's complexion changed greatly, but he couldn't make the slightest defensive move at this time, and the long sword came from behind and fell directly on Tang He.

With a bang, the Tang River flew out upside down.

After falling to the ground, he rolled on the ground a few times before slowly stopping.

Zhao Mo also slowly stopped.

This scene made everyone's mouths open wide and their eyes wide, and they couldn't believe that this could be true.

Zhao Mo looked at the bewitching girl...... (To be continued.) )