As the door was closed, everyone was slightly stunned at first.

But after Chen Mo's words fell, their faces changed greatly.

"Jin Yiwei!"

"Imperial Eagle Dog."

"Eunuch lackey."

"He's ...... alone."

Everyone whispered, then looked at each other, and picked up the swords that were placed beside them.

The sound of drawing a sword and drawing a sword sounded immediately, and he looked at Chen Mo with a wary expression.

Flying fish suit, embroidered spring knife.

It's a hard stubble.

"Brother Cheng." The black-faced man sitting at the top of the hall glanced at the man in the robe who was first on the left.

The latter stood up and looked at Chen Mo, who was wearing a flying fish suit: "Who is Your Excellency? What's the point? I don't understand what you're saying."

"Hand over the money." Chen Mo didn't talk nonsense with him, and went straight to the point.

Cheng Huazhong, the man in the Chinese robe, his face sank, his eyes showed a bit of vigilance, he looked at the knife in Chen Mo's hand, and asked knowingly, "The sum of silver that Your Excellency said?"

"Sa!"

The sword flashed in the hall, Chen Mo made a move, and his figure suddenly rushed forward, with a sharp explosion, and slashed straight at the person who was the leader.

This obviously angered Cheng Huazhong and others.

The hall is full of people of insight from all walks of life, full of enthusiasm, naturally, and the temper is also very impulsive, for Chen Mo who did not say a few words, Cheng Huazhong took the lead, his feet slammed on the ground, and his figure was already like an arrow off the string, and his hands were like iron hooks with five fingers in front of him and one back, rushing towards Chen Mo like a falcon pounced on a rabbit.

Quicksand faction, eagle claw gong.

The master made a move, and the blood was splashed.

The blood-colored knife light burst out from the embroidered spring knife, Cheng Huazhong's body, under this knife light, the claws of the two iron claws were cut off by the embroidered spring knife, and the ten fingers fell to the ground bloodily, and the screams resounded.

Chen Mo kicked Cheng Huazhong's chest, and the latter flew out directly upside down, smashing the wooden table next to the black-faced man with a teacup, and the whole person smashed on the red lacquered wooden pillar behind him, and the beams above shook gently because of this huge force.

The black-faced man was stunned for a moment, and the pupils of the Yiyang Flying Heroes on the left and right sides shrank slightly, and he was immediately furious, holding a sword and slashing towards Chen Mo.

In the face of the attacks on the left and right, Chen Mo didn't dodge, and rushed straight towards the black-faced man led by him.

When the swords on the left and right sides were about to fall on Chen Mo's body, a devastating force swept from behind Chen Mo, and when he was about to rush towards Chen Mo, this force separated from both sides, and all of them were vented on the Yiyang Feixia who pounced on Chen Mo.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Yiyang Flying Heroes on both sides were all swept away by this force.

The sound of wooden chairs being smashed rang out.

The sword fell to the ground.

One by one, they sat on the ground, clutching their chests, and a mouthful of red blood spurted out of their mouths.

The black-faced man's face changed greatly, and in the face of Chen Mo who was rushing forward, he got up and picked up the nine-ring broadsword hanging on the wall behind him, and rushed into the air with a fierce punch, slashing Huashan with the momentum of his strength, directly slashing at the top of Chen Mo's head.

"Bang!"

Chen Mo raised his knife to resist, and sparks sparked on the blade.

The former's huge force smashed the back of the knife into his chest, and his knees bent slightly, knocking Chen Mo back a few steps.

"Sipin..." Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and greeted him again.

The black-faced man was a little surprised, the five-rank martial artist could resist his heavy sword and fight again, no wonder he dared to come alone.

However, although the opponent's moves are fierce, it seems that the actual combat skills are still a little worse.

The black-faced man's figure flashed, and the last hair came first, and he slashed down vertically with a knife in his right hand, and raised his hand with his left hand and punched out.

"Bang!"

The fist sank vigorously, bringing a crosswind through the hall.

But what he didn't expect was that his heavy punch didn't hit, and at the moment when both sides resisted, the opponent slammed his feet on the ground and took off, and his feet stepped away to avoid the heavy punch that smashed in the stomach, and then one

Remember, the swift side legs swept towards the black-faced man, and the flying fish suit brought a red light.

The black-faced man's face changed suddenly, and he leaned back without hesitation to dodge, and then slapped his left palm on the ground, killing intent emerged in his eyes, and he clenched the nine-ring big knife with both hands, and slashed Huashan with another blow in mid-air, slashing at Chen Mo's head fiercely.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a white figure swept from above, and slapped a palm on the chest of the black-faced man, who flew upside down like a meteor, smashing a hole in the wooden plank laid on the ground.

"When!" The nine-ring broadsword fell beside him.

"Poof..." A mouthful of blood foamed out of his mouth and sprinkled on his chest, and the black-faced man looked at the figure that fell from the sky and then landed beside Chen Mo with a stunned look.

"You... You guys... Ahem..."

The black-faced man's face was gloomy, and he didn't say a few words, but he coughed violently, and every time he coughed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood foam.

That palm obviously caused him to suffer extremely serious internal injuries.

"Again, where is the money?" Chen Mo slowly walked over with a knife.

"You bastard..." The black-faced man glared at Chen Mo angrily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't say a few words before he lay on the ground and coughed muffled, and said angrily: "Bah, the dog thief who aided in the abuse, even if you kill me, I won't tell you."

"Okay, bloody."

Chen Mo gave him a thumbs up, then walked up to Cheng Huazhong, who had his fingers cut off, and said, "Tell me, I'll let you go."

"Phew." Cheng Hua endured the pain and spit out a mouthful of blood to Chen Mo, but fortunately, Chen Mo had already prepared, blocked it with his true qi, knocked him unconscious with a knife, and asked another person instead.

Again, "Tell me, I'll let you go."

"Don't think." The other one is also very bloody.

This time, Chen Mo's embroidered spring knife directly *** his thigh, the embroidered spring knife was pulled out, blood sprayed three feet high, and the wail resounded.

There are more than 20 Yiyang Feixia, not everyone is as bloody as the black-faced man and Cheng Huazhong, as Chen Mo asks a person, the damage increases, and when it comes to the last person, Chen Mo asks again, and the latter directly said it in fright.

"Coward!" The black-faced man scolded angrily when he saw this.

The man also lowered his head in shame, and as the black-faced man scolded more and more, the man suddenly raised his head and shouted hoarsely, "I... I'm not like you, I have a wife and children, and I said a long time ago, let you return the money, but you didn't listen, now it's okay, people are knocking on the door, you are not afraid of death, I am afraid of ......."

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Mo timidly and said, "Big ...... My lord, can I go?"

"Of course, my words count." Chen Mo said.

The man staggered out towards the gate, opened the door smoothly and walked out, the sound of the wind and snow roaring, and in the sound of the wind and snow, there was also the sound of the blade entering the flesh.

"Your Excellency." Li Wenchuan walked in from outside with a bloody knife.

And in the hall, the figure of the Ye people has disappeared.