Yan Wuchang lightly spit out a word. When everyone heard the order, the long knife under the black robe flashed with cold light, and the strong internal force continued to pour out, overflowing with a faint mist.

Swish!

The figures of more than a dozen men in black disappeared in front of the guards on the other side of the cloister at the same time, turned into afterimages, and jumped into the air. There was a large splash of water in the lotus pond, and the guards raised their knives in a panic, searching for the figure of the man in black.

Slowly, black dots appeared above the guards' heads, and they scrambled to raise their heads, their eyes full of disbelief and horror.

Boom!

Before the black dot could land, a sudden sound broke out in the middle of the guards. The surrounding cold light flickered out of thin air, constantly cutting through the guard's defenseless body. Screams followed, wails followed, and large masses of flesh streaked through the air and landed in the pool, staining the water red.

Dozens of guards hurriedly ran towards the pavilion in the middle of the corridor, but the figure of the man in black followed like a ghost. They swept through the air, the black-robed hunting sound, and the internal force continued to fluctuate. It was like a pack of beasts hunting their prey, and one guard after another was pounced. As the guards fled in a panic, fewer and fewer could approach the pavilion, and even the guards who jumped into the pool could not dodge the sharp knives behind them.

After a while, the man in black appeared in the pavilion, blocking the back path of all the guards. There were several sharp knives into the flesh, and all the guards fell to the cloister. The long road was paved with the corpses of the guards, and the blood was pouring and it was terrible.

Yan Wuchang had been standing quietly in place, and more than a dozen men in black had stopped and scattered across the corridor, looking at him, waiting for his orders.

Yan Wuchang slowly stepped forward, stepping over the corpses.

At this time, several towering buildings in Ouyang's Mansion were already full of crossbowmen, and their sharp arrows were aimed at Yan Wuchang.

Swish!

In an instant, the sky above both sides of the cloister was covered with a dense rain of arrows, which shot at him in unison.

The afterimage flickered, and Yan Wuchang's figure disappeared in place, and countless arrows pierced the place where he had been standing.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in the pavilion, surrounded by more than a dozen men in black, quietly watching him.

Yan Wuchang raised his eyes and glanced around, everyone's faces turned pale under the mask. From the gate of Ouyang Mansion to here, groups of guards continued to come out to meet the enemy. In order to achieve a quick victory, everyone has exhausted the internal strength of their whole bodies, and if they delay any further, it will become more and more unfavorable to Skynet. He also didn't expect that the strength of a Korean chaebol would be so strong, like a county security army. It won't be long before the people of the government will be killed, and if it is too late to kill Chu Mo, Skynet will probably be greatly damaged.

"Leaving two people here to break off, the rest scattered in search of their targets. Don't fall in love with war, our goal is only Chu Mo alone, save your own internal strength, this person should not be underestimated. Yan Wuchang said coldly.

"Yes!" said in unison.

In the next second, more than a dozen black shadows streaked through the air and disappeared. The pavilion suddenly became empty, leaving behind countless corpses.

Swish!

Then, another wave of arrows landed in unison in the gazebo.

At this time, Chu Mo had already returned to his room and took out a sharp short knife from under the bed.

Outside the door, the subordinates were nervously running around, shouting loudly. Columns of guards put on heavy armor and ran outward.

There will be a war.

Chu Mo exhaled slowly, feeling the surging internal force in his body.

Time was running out, and after hurriedly adjusting his internal strength, he put away his short knife and walked out the door. As soon as he got out of the door, he bumped into a soft body head-on.

Chu Mo hurriedly took a step back, and Ouyang Luxiao was standing in front of him, looking at him with a hurried expression.

"Sister-in-law, why are you here?" Chu Mo couldn't help but ask.

Ouyang Luxiao was obviously a little panicked, and said, "The master wants me to come here to find you, and tell you that you can't go anywhere now." There was a group of men in black outside, who killed people when they saw them, and many people had already died. You hurry back to the house, and the people from the government will arrive immediately. ”

Chu Mo looked at her anxious appearance, and his heart was inexplicably touched for a moment.

"Sister-in-law, I have something important, you find a place to hide, these people can't be stopped by the guards here. ”

After Chu Mo hurriedly instructed her, he crossed the threshold and walked out. Ouyang Luxiao behind him couldn't stop him, and shouted anxiously at the door. After a while, Chu Mo's figure disappeared into the courtyard.

Throughout Ouyang Mansion, the inhumane massacre continued.

On the street outside, groups of officers and soldiers galloped in on horseback and gathered at the gate of Ouyang Mansion. Seeing such a miserable situation in the palace, the leading lieutenant did not dare to slack off, and led the army to rush in.

Yan Wuchang was alone and paced into the forest garden. The bustling forest garden in the past was already empty at this time, and the people had already fled when they heard the news. Yan Wuchang narrowed his eyes, mobilized the internal force, and sensed the fluctuations of the internal force around him.

The mansion has become a pot of porridge, and the people of Skynet are scattered in various mansions, desperately searching for Chu Mo's whereabouts. Long before they entered the mansion, Yan Wuchang had left a few wisps of internal force on the surrounding streets, and as long as Chu Mo intended to escape, he would fall into his arms.

After a long time, Yan Wuchang opened his eyes.

In the middle of the empty field, a figure appeared in front of him, standing quietly opposite him.

Ouyang Mu.

Her countenance had thinned down in the past few days, and the corners of her eyes were red, and she looked at him expressionlessly.

"You came a little earlier than Chu Mo. Yan Wuchang said to her lightly, "What, do you want to kill me first, or Chu Mo?"

Ouyang Mu didn't open his mouth to answer his words, and the breeze quietly blew the hem of her clothes, revealing a dagger in her hand.

"Your Ouyang Mo is dead. There was a hint of contempt in Chu Mo's eyes, and he continued, "If you want to keep Chu Mo's life, it's a waste of time. It's better to kill him and avenge your little lover. ”

Ouyang Mu's hair rose slightly, brushing her cheeks.

"I was told that transfiguration doesn't kill people. He was still alive, and only Chu Mo knew where he was. Ouyang Mu said softly.

After hearing this, Chu Mo frowned slightly, and asked, "Who will tell you this?"

"You don't have to know that. Ouyang Mu coldly clenched the dagger, crossed it to his chest, and said, "That person said that as long as I killed you, I would let him go." What's more, in order to use my chaebol identity to open the way for you, you killed Su'er, and I will avenge this revenge today. ”

The smile in Chu Mo's eyes was even stronger, and he said, "So, will Chu Mo not appear today?" Stupid, the gap between you and me is not wishful thinking, and it can be reached. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong internal force erupted from his black robe and scattered in the air.

Then, Ouyang Mu's figure disappeared in front of his eyes, and the faint afterimage dispersed like the wind.

Yan Wuchang didn't seem to react, still standing still, motionless.

Clang!

The cold light flashed, and Ouyang Mu's dagger collided with his short knife fiercely, bursting out with a burst of fire.

The two internal forces converged in the air, and Ouyang Mu's figure appeared one after another around him, and the dagger stabbed him hard again and again, smashing on his short knife, each blow with a strong internal force.

The speed of Ouyang Mu's attack was dazzling, and Yan Wuchang adjusted her footwork in place to resist her attack.

Bang Bang!

In an instant, Yan Wuchang's short knife was slashed by her several times, Ouyang Mu's killing intent became stronger and stronger, and his speed gradually increased, and daggers like a shower of rain kept stabbing at him.

Yan Wuchang took a step forward, the short knife slashed forward, and the crescent-shaped blade slashed forward, containing a huge internal force. Ouyang Mu couldn't dodge, gathered internal strength, and waved a dagger to block it.

Buzz –

Her arm was numb for a while, and her gaze at Yan Wuchang became sharper. After she blocked Yan Wuchang's move, she took a step forward, her internal force surged, and her dagger pointed forward, and her body was stunned. The next moment, her stabbing figure of Yan Wuchang suddenly shuttled to her eyes.

Yan Wuchang took a step back, and with a swing of his black robe, Ouyang Mu's dagger slashed his shoulder and swept past him.

Swish.

The internal force around Ouyang Mu's body condensed into a mist, surrounding her. She then turned around, and the internal force burst out in an instant, and the cold light of the dagger appeared around her, stabbing out all together.

Yan Wuchang's black robe suddenly opened, the air twisted at that moment, and the internal force soared sharply. He slashed across his chest and blocked several daggers that stabbed like ghosts.

Boom!

The next moment, the two of them, who were only one step away, stepped forward at the same time, and the two cold rays collided together, and the strong internal force was intertwined.

In just an instant, the footwork of the two went back and forth dozens of times, and only flickering cold light could be seen under the dazzling attack. Ouyang Mu was repeatedly forced to retreat by Yan Wuchang's short knife, but he rushed towards him again and again, and every time he took out the dagger, he carried a stronger internal force.

Clang!

After a deafening crash, Yan Wuchang had to take a step back and step back towards her to adjust the internal force in her body.

Ouyang Mu, who was becoming more and more courageous, did not miss this opportunity, she took a step forward, and the afterimage was divided into three, and the footwork in each place was dazzling and unpredictable.

She slammed her hand at Yan Wuchang, and the three daggers slashed through a snow-white arc in the air, killing without sparing any room for attack like a storm. Yan Wuchang calmly stabilized his body, and his internal force gathered again.

In an instant, Yan Wuchang's figure disappeared from under her dagger, the black robe came behind her in a flash, and the short knife flew up immediately, and the internal force surged out, connecting tightly and orderly.

Ouyang Mu was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his hand and flashed, the blade cut her back, and a stream of blood spilled. She staggered a few steps and steadied herself at Yan Wuchang.

"As I said, you're not far from staying. Yan Wuchang said coldly, "The world's exercises, only fast and not broken." But I'm faster than you are, and most importantly, I know every step of the way. No one knows how to stay behind better than I do. ”

Ouyang Mu maintained a swooping posture, trying his best to adjust his internal force, panting. Her non-retention line is already difficult to dodge in front of ordinary people, but for Yan Wuchang, not only has she exhausted her internal strength, but it has no fatal effect.

Yan Wuchang danced the short knife in his hand a few times, and said to her: "Now, I'll let you see what the real non-stay is, and yours is at most an undisciplined assassination." ”

With that, he took a step forward, Kong Wu was powerful, and the internal force quickly spread to all sides the moment he landed.

Disease.

Swish!

An invisible blade slashed, and Ouyang Mu could only feel what seemed to be an infinite sharp internal force surging around.

Sudden!

He then took a step sideways, shaking Ouyang Mu's naked eyes to make it difficult to catch. She gradually became nervous in her heart, holding the dagger tightly, cautiously locking onto Yan Wuchang's figure, waiting for his final blow.

Fall!

Yan Wuchang's figure flickered in front of her again, returning to its original position. But his afterimage remained in place, and Ouyang Mu frowned, a little suspicious of his eyes.

Sudden!

In an instant, the two afterimages swapped, and Ouyang Mu narrowed his eyes. Yan Wuchang's movements were not fast, but in her eyes, every time he was in the afterimage, it was so real.

Leave.

Yan Wuchang took a step back and returned to the original position. But the two afterimages in front of him still haven't disappeared. Ouyang Mu didn't dare to attack rashly, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The corners of Yan Wuchang's mouth, hidden under the mask, were slightly raised.

Disease!

He swooped down and came to the afterimage.

Disease!

Disease!

Disease!

Disease!

Yan impermanence's movements swooped forward unhurriedly, with pauses at every step, but the rhythm was surprisingly consistent.

In the last step, Yan Wuchang had already rushed in front of Ouyang Mu, and a knife slowly landed on her neck. Ouyang Mu waved his dagger and walked towards the short knife.

And at the moment of intersection, Yan Wuchang's figure disappeared again, turning into several blades, and the endless and rich internal force surrounded her at some point. The blades around them slashed at the same time, invisible, but deadly sharp.

"Uhh

Ouyang Mu only heard the sound of the blade cutting through the air, and then, his body seemed to be in pain like a thousand cuts. She closed her eyes, couldn't support her legs, and fell to the ground.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

She tried her best to open her eyelids, and the pain in her whole body came to her mind like an electric current, and for a moment she was in a trance, as if she had stepped on the verge of death, and her internal force disappeared after a spasm.

A smell of blood rushed to his throat, and Ouyang Mu knelt on the ground and coughed, trembling uncontrollably.

Yan Wuchang stopped beside her, did not move, was silent, and looked coldly behind her.

Ouyang Mu struggled to raise his head, and looked back at his gaze, a man in plain clothes and hair was standing quietly behind her, his eyes were cold, and he looked at Yan Wuchang. His robe flew up and down, with a few more scratches, and the short knife in his hand broke into several pieces, but a strong internal force was hovering outside his body, ready to attack.

Chu Mo.

Yan Wuchang looked at him, his eyes narrowed on his mask, and said, "Thanks to you for blocking the damage of not leaving a line for her, otherwise, she would have been unable to keep the whole corpse." Why don't you wait for me to kill her?"

At this time, the entire Lin Yuan was empty, and Chu Mo didn't have to worry about his identity being exposed. He said coldly: "Why should I save her, there is infighting in Skynet, and it is too late for Chu to be happy." It's just that it is rumored that Skynet's secret technique does not stay, and that's it. ”

With that, he tossed the broken short knife aside, and slowly took out a long sword from his bosom. A sword was unsheathed, and the deadly internal force quickly converged on the sharp blade.

Yan Wuchang in front of him listened to this, and asked with a sneer: "What, don't you be a little mouse hiding and hiding? Your identity left in the Tianshu Pavilion will be exposed sooner or later, what's the use of continuing to survive? Da Chu is dead, you are just the last trace of ashes left, what I am curious about is that you have stayed in the Tianshu Pavilion for more than a year, what is the purpose of doing some resurgence struggle?"

Chu Mo lightly lowered the sword in his hand, did not answer, and looked at Ouyang Mu, who was covered in blood at his feet.

"No, Li Qianji died in Yan Kingdom, and I will avenge this revenge no matter what. Chu Mo said emotionlessly.

As he spoke, he slowly squatted down in front of Ouyang Mu in front of Yan Wuchang.

"As long as I Chu Mo wants to do something, no one can stop me. Chu Mo stretched out his hand and put it on Ouyang Mu's blood-drenched back, and a pure internal force flowed into Ouyang Mu's body from his hand, and said, "The person who killed my Great Chu, I will return it a hundred times." ”

Yan Wuchang looked at him and didn't make a move to stop him.

Ouyang Mu, whose consciousness was already blurred, suddenly felt a trace of life in her body, the wounds on her body healed briefly, and her eyes gradually became clear. Her body regained its strength and she involuntarily stood up, but she was still very weak and staggered.

Chu Mo stretched out his hand and looked at her quietly.

Ouyang Mu turned around and looked at Chu Mo in front of him, and in a trance, the man in front of him was the figure that had been supporting her in her heart for several years. As if she was drunk, she couldn't help but murmur from her mouth, "Mo ...... Ouyang Mo...... Is that you?"

Chu Mo looked at her with an expressionless face, and raised the long sword in his hand, the blade of which was facing her chest.

"Killing her with your own hands? Yan Wuchang looked at this scene and let out a contemptuous sneer, and said.

Chu Mo was silent, took a step forward, grabbed Ouyang Mu's shoulder with one hand, and stabbed with a sword.

Suddenly, Ouyang Mu didn't dodge or dodge, but stumbled against the blade of the sword and opened his arms, holding Chu Mo in front of him in his arms.

The blade pierced her chest and protruded from her back, stained red. Ouyang Mu didn't seem to feel it, but still hugged him tightly.

"I am willing to be a sturgeon for nine days, and turn into a white-headed ...... Do not separate ......"

Ouyang Mu whispered a poem in Chu Mo's ear, closed his eyes, his voice gradually weakened, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Chu Mo's expression was still unresponsive, he gently stretched out his hand and pushed it, and Ouyang Mu collapsed on his back, out of breath.

Yan Wuchang looked at her and asked Chu Mo quietly, "How is it?"

Chu Mo didn't answer, and looked at him coldly, with a strong killing intent in his eyes.

Swish!

A sword slashed towards the sky, and the internal force gushed out, and the white light flashed. Yan Wuchang felt the sword blade rushing towards him, and hurriedly retreated and flashed.

"Yes, interesting. Yan Wuchang sneered.

Chu Mo clenched the sword in his hand, and the internal force converged in one.

Then, he was surrounded by internal forces, and the blade of the sword swung in all directions, and the white light continued to slash through.

Sword Formation!

Yan Wuchang looked at it, put away his smile, and jumped up from the spot, and the internal force on the short knife was multiplied.

Wow!

Chu Mo burst out a sword blade from around his body, spreading rapidly. The surrounding bamboo forests were slashed by the blade of the sword, and they all broke together. He danced his swordsmanship in the sword formation with ease, and one after another fierce sword blades headed towards Yan Wuchang in mid-air.

Whew!Whew!Whew!

Yan Wuchang's figure kept disappearing in front of Jian Feng, and the afterimage flickered. But such a deadly internal force in the blade of the sword was not something that ordinary people could resist, and he had to fall to the ground. As soon as he touched the ground, another sword blade in the sword array attacked him, and he couldn't get close to Chu Mo at all.

Yan Wuchang kept dodging, and the black robe on his body had already been cut several times.

Swish!

A blade of the sword and its tricky angle rushed towards his face, and he turned his head sideways to avoid it, but he couldn't dodge, his mask slipped off, and a bloody streak was cut on his face.

Disease!

Yan Wuchang took a step forward, and the internal force was scattered. With a bang, his dagger slammed into a blade. The power of the blade was beyond his imagination, and he couldn't help but take a few steps backwards, trying to stabilize his figure.

Chu Mo's expression was still cold, and the sword in his hand crossed a graceful arc in the air.

Yan Wuchang took a breath and swooped towards him again, and after flashing a sword blade, his internal force surged out, swinging his short knife and slashing at him. But the oncoming sword blade easily broke through his attack and swooped straight ahead.

Yan Wuchang was startled and hurriedly raised his hand to block it. The blade slammed into his body with a dull sound.

He gasped heavily, and the internal force he used was exhausted to block Chu Mo's blow. He raised his eyes, looked at Chu Mo in front of him, and held the short knife fiercely.

He knew that Chu Mo was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong, so strong that he couldn't hurt him for a while.

Chu Mo's sword array exuded terrifying internal power, rapidly condensing around him, hovering high in the air. Hurricanes blew all around, whirring and causing their clothes to fly up and down.

Yan Wuchang calmed down and turned every inch of internal force in his body into the extreme, and every meridian was filled with pure internal force, overflowing from his body.

He raised his hand slightly, feeling the flow of air around him, merging with his internal forces and scattering with the wind.

At this moment, his body became lighter and lighter, like a speck of dust, scattered with the wind.

The lighter it is, the heavier it is.

Yan Wuchang clenched the short knife in his hand, and the internal force on the blade lingered and rose, flowing back into his body again.

A bamboo leaf was blown off by the wind, dangled a few times in the air, and gently stuck to the ground.

Disease!

Yan Wuchang took another step forward, and a sword blade came towards him, passing through his body, but he was unharmed, leaving only a phantom in place.

Chu Mo looked at him, his brows furrowed slightly, his internal force was condensed on the blade of the sword, and with a wave of his arm, the three sword blades attacked in unison with a strong internal force, dragging a light blue mist with his tail.

Fall!

Yan Wuchang didn't dare to slack off in the face of the sword blade, and turned into an afterimage again, swinging with the wind, and the sword blade passed by his body.