The weather at night was very cold, Han Mo sat naked at the entrance of the cave, and the breeze blew through the slightest coolness in his heart, but the Yanwu bloodline itself was a fire attribute, and this coolness could not interfere with Han Mo.

Han Mo's eyes scanned the night, observing the movements around him, in case a demonic beast came around, if it was only Han Mo, he could still escape in a circle, but now there is another one in the cave.

Han Mo sighed helplessly, leaned on the edge of the cave, and counted the stars in the sky boredly.

Suddenly, Han Mo frowned, his eyes looked sharply ahead, an ominous feeling came to his heart, and the sound of insects around him also stopped abruptly.

Han Mo felt a little puzzled by the sudden coercion, and after looking around, he didn't find anything, but the abruptly stopped insect chirping told Han Mo that someone or a demonic beast was coming.

Han Mo clenched his hands, flipped the long sword in his right hand and clenched it in his hand, looking around defensively, his ears squirming up and down, and he could hear the nearby movements clearly.

Time passed minute by minute, and Han Mo's forehead was already covered with sweat because of nervousness, but there was still no vision. The long-term urgency made Han Mo a little uncomfortable, and he glanced back at the Jintong in the cave, and then cautiously walked down the hillside.

Han Mo really couldn't bear this kind of torment, it was better to go up directly to see what the situation was, if it was really a demonic beast that was eyeing him, if he would be attacked later while he was unprepared, it would be miserable.

"What's going on, it's weird. Han Mo looked at it for a long time and didn't find anything, but the sound of those insects disappeared like this, and there was an inexplicable coercion in his heart.

Suddenly, in the dark night not far away, Han Mo saw two bright spots that were so dark that they were shining, Han Mo frowned and concentrated on looking at the past.

This look frightened Han Mo, because the two dark and shiny bright spots were actually a person's eyes, and at this time, the visitor was looking at himself indifferently, and Han Mo's back was cold when he saw it with a lifeless expression, and his heart tightened.

"What person?" Han Mo shouted tentatively, but the other party still looked at him quietly, which made Han Mo's brain twitch suddenly, tightened the long sword in his hand, and pointed at the visitor again: "What kind of person, what are you doing standing there?"

This time the mysterious man moved, but the action was like tickling, and then he slowly raised his head, and the pair of soul-absorbing pupils looked straight at Han Mo, Han Mo's whole body was excited, and his hairs stood on end.

Han Mo subconsciously took a few steps back, his face was solemn, he tightened the long sword in his hand and shouted, "Don't pretend to be a ghost, who is it?"

The mysterious man looked at Han Mo impatiently, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a wicked smile appeared, and then his body shook, and somehow he came to Han Mo in an instant, and then stretched out his right hand like lightning and grabbed Han Mo's neck.

The sudden scene of frightening Han Mo was startled, his face was full of disbelief, the long sword in his hand almost slipped off in fright, just now, Han Mo actually felt the breath of death, that kind of ant-like feeling.

"Where's the Heavenly Road?" asked the mysterious man in a calm tone, slowly raising his head, revealing the face of a middle-aged strong man.

Han Mo was stunned when he heard this, suddenly turned his gaze, looked at the strong man with a trace of doubt, and said secretly in his heart: Could this be the teacher's enemy?

"Come on, my time waits for no one. The middle-aged strong man still said expressionlessly.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Han Mo gritted his teeth and said, but as soon as the voice fell, the strong man's hand holding Han Mo's neck slammed hard, almost breaking Han Mo's neck alive.

The throat was pinched, Han Mo's face suddenly turned red, a trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was twisted together in pain.

"I'm giving you a chance, what about the Heavenly Passers?" the big man asked impatiently, his pale face surprisingly showing a hint of anger.

Han Mo opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, and the long sword in his right hand slammed into the middle-aged man.

Seeing that Han Mo was still resisting, a trace of killing intent surged in the depths of his eyes, and his left hand slowly stretched out, directly sandwiching Han Mo's long sword between his two fingers, no matter how hard Han Mo tried, he couldn't move forward a bit.

"You brought it on yourself. The big man glanced at Han Mo like an ant, and his backhand palm seemed to be lightly imprinted on Han Mo's right shoulder, but the seemingly weak blow directly knocked Han Mo away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out along the way, and then he fell into the weeds and didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

It was only a minute from the time it happened to the end, so fast that Han Mo couldn't see what the strong man had done.

The middle-aged strong man didn't even glance at Han Mo who flew out, and walked towards the entrance of the cave, but only took a few steps before frowning, and looked sharply in the direction where Han Mo flew out.

"Actually not dead?" Da Han was a little shocked in his tone, and some couldn't figure out how a martial artist could actually be beaten by himself and not die, which was a rare thing.

"Hmph. The strong man snorted coldly, walked towards Han Mo, and muttered in his mouth: "There is no one who follows Tianlu normally, and today I will make you regret knowing Tianlu." As he spoke, he had already come to Han Mo, looking at Han Mo who was lying on the ground and breathing weakly, his right fist was slightly clenched, intending to understand Han Mo with one punch.

"Whoosh. ”

At the moment when the strong man raised his hand and was about to fall, a sound of breaking wind quietly sounded, and the strong man twisted his body without thinking about it, and the soles of his feet slammed on the ground and flashed away from the place.

As soon as the strong man left the ground, a fiery red arrow shot through, and then pierced several large trees and nailed to a larger tree, the tail of the arrow shaking non-stop.

"What person?" the middle-aged man turned around sharply after landing on the ground, and looked sharply at the direction where the arrow was fired.

"Hehe, it's interesting, trespassing on my Shura Academy and hurting the students of my Shura Academy, you also asked me who I am, so what about you? Who are you?" As he spoke, a middle-aged man of the same age as the middle-aged man shot quickly, holding a crystal longbow in his hand, and he shot the arrow before he thought about it.

"Heaven-shaking Divine Bow Mo Ya?" said the big man who injured Han Mo as he looked at the big man holding the crystal bow in his hand.

Mo Ya smiled slightly when he heard this: "Oh, I didn't expect that I Mo Ya is quite famous, since you already know who I am, do you want to introduce yourself?" Mo Ya said with a condensed face, and the crystal bow in his hand was aimed at the big man, as if as long as the big man moved, he would make a move.

"Damn, how could you alarm the tutor of Shura Academy. The middle-aged man said with some annoyance, then looked at Mo Ya and said, "Mo Ya, I have nothing to do with your Shura Academy, but this kid is different, I have to take him away." ”

"Joke, can you be funny? If the students of my Shura Academy are taken away by you like this, then who will dare to come to my Shura Academy in the future. Mo Ya seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, pulled the corners of his mouth as he spoke, and looked at the big man in front of him with disgust.

The middle-aged man naturally realized Mo Ya's eyes, and snorted coldly: "Mo Ya, don't think I'm afraid of you, since you don't want to, then you will be offended." As soon as the big man said that, he ghostly rushed towards Mo Ya, and a giant sword flashed out in his hand, slashing down on the top of Mo Ya's head.