But Rao is like this, Yuan Qihu's sudden counterattack also caught Chen Mo a little off guard, his right arm was hit so hard that his fingers trembled slightly, and his entire right arm hung weakly, obviously unable to use his right arm to fight for the time being.

At this moment, Yuan Qihu's eyes were also bloodshot, and it was not easy for him to maintain this state.

Especially after devouring the flesh and blood of those corpses, the evil thoughts and resentments remaining in some corpses were also eroding Yuan Qihu's reason, and he became crazy, no, even a little crazy.

It's time to end the fight!

Whether it was Chen Mo or Yuan Qihu, they didn't want to drag it out any longer.

The next moment, Yuan Qihu's figure suddenly turned into a thick darkness and disappeared in place.

Although Chen Mo, who was carrying the [Eagle Eye] prop, grinned in pain, this did not prevent him from capturing Yuan Qihu's offensive trajectory.

This way!

Chen Mo's muscles tensed, and he jumped to dodge, and a snow-white blade suddenly appeared in his original position.

If he hadn't dodged just now and let Yuan Qihu's knife hit his body, then Chen Mo would probably have been stopped and cracked into two pieces at this moment.

While these thoughts were flying, with the prop of [Eagle Eye] and the combat reflex instinct brought to him by [Liu Bei's straw sandals], Chen Mo turned evil into good again and again, avoiding Yuan Qihu's attack.

"No matter how many means you have, you must be able to hit me first." Chen Mo snorted coldly, twisted his steps to the right, and his body swayed along Yuan Qihu's arm like a ghost, and he arrived in front of Yuan Qihu in an instant.

Although there are many props for this Yuan Qihu, if he really wants to compete with cold weapons, Chen Mo has absolute confidence.

He stepped forward with his right foot and turned around and raised his left hand, and the [Tiger Jiao Lingliu] made Chen Mo condense the strength of his whole body to his left arm.

This punch really hammered into Yuan Qihu's heart, Yuan Qihu snorted, spat blood, and retreated several steps backwards in a row.

The next moment, Chen Mo raised his foot and kicked Yuan Qihu's abdomen.

Yuan Qihu spurted blood from his mouth again, he took a few steps back, grabbed Chen Mo's ankle with his backhand, aimed his right elbow at his knee, and struck down.

While!

Chen Mo concentrated all the defensive power of the [Blood Armor] on his knees, and stubbornly withstood Yuan Qihu's blow.

But in the next moment, Yuan Qihu's eyes lit up with a touch of scarlet, and he once again burst out with power like a sea tide.

Dangdangdang........

Yuan Qihu's fist fell like a torrential rain, and Chen Mojie, who was beaten, retreated.

Chen Mo roared angrily, and the [Ice Marks] in his hand smeared forward, forcing Yuan to ride the tiger back and running towards the outside of the morgue.

"Want to go?"

Yuan Qihu snorted coldly, and the [Black Devouring Blade] in his hand thrust into Chen Mo's back heart.

"Plop"

At this moment, Chen Mo suddenly stumbled and fell to his knees as if he had lost his strength.

When Yuan Qihu saw this scene, his expression instantly turned to ecstasy, and the expression on his face was almost out of shape.

"That's it."

Yuan Qihu was only less than a meter away from Chen Mo's back at the moment.

However, Yuan Qihu lost this time, and he lost because he didn't know Chen Mo too well.

Chen Mo, what he is best at is to show the enemy weakness and turn the tables on life and death.

Chen Mo, who had already fallen to the ground and was half dead, suddenly opened his eyes.

The left hand holding the [Ice Mark] rose like lightning and stabbed towards Yuan Qihu's throat.

Chen Mo confused Yuan Qihu with [Soul Child] and [Stop Killing Gold Coins] at the same time, and at the same time, the speed of his left hand that stabbed out the [Ice Marks] suddenly increased.

With such a fast attacking speed, time seemed to slow down all around him.

When he had the consciousness of "killing" and "being killed", Chen Mo slashed Yuan Qihu's neck with [Ice Marks] and sealed his throat with a sword.

The reversal of life and death is such a child's play.

Looking at the corpse of Yuan Qihu who fell to the ground, Chen Mo slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

He didn't want to vomit, and he didn't tremble. There was no dinging to give a hint of how much experience had been gained, and there was no rush of heat warming up.

He calmly looked at Yuan Qihu, who was lying on the ground, and heard a prompt sound in his ears that the system task was completed.