Woohoo......

Qingfeng broke through the sky, the sword was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the leader of the south. The sword flowers bloomed, like nine pale snow, densely formed a net, pressing from top to bottom.

At this moment, Xia Mo was like a god of war from the heavenly realm, with a powerful attack.

Seeing this, everyone was horrified, clenched the blade in their hands, and floated back more than three feet uncontrollably.

No one could have imagined that Xia Mo would have such terrifying combat power. What's even more terrifying is that the sword technique he uses has never been seen before, and there is no way to crack it.

In this way, Xia Mo's speculation of getting an adventure is more confirmed.

The leader of the south felt it even more, he only felt that from the moment Xia Mo launched his attack, there was a terrifying force enveloping him, and he couldn't get rid of it.

This feeling is like facing a powerful person, there is no way to avoid it, and it is impossible to break it, and the only thing you can do is to resist.

This person is worthy of being a strong martial artist who has experienced a hundred battles, and he can do it in the face of danger. At the moment when Xia Mo's attack was about to arrive, he recovered and raised the crescent sword in his hand to meet it.

"In the face of absolute strength, no amount of tricks are in vain!"

In the midst of the loud shouts, he poured his internal strength into the big sword, causing the sword light to skyrocket, like a curtain of waterfalls pouring down, cutting towards the sword flowers that pressed it.

Whew......

The big knife tears through the night sky, and it is also extremely powerful.

Sonorous and sonorous......

In the dense and piercing sound of metal clashes, swords intertwined, sparks flew everywhere, and then disappeared in the rain in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them have made dozens of moves, and it seems that it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

The other men in the south were eager to make a move, but they couldn't find a chance, and they would only lose their lives if they rushed forward. Battles between the strong, the weak are not eligible to participate.

Only the leaders of the other three forces are qualified to make a move. But they didn't mean to make a move, they just stood there and watched quietly.

can reap the benefits of the fisherman, who will waste their strength?

But unlike what everyone saw, the two people in the battle already had a victory in their hearts, and they could be separated at any time.

The more the leader fought, the more frightened he became, and the more he fought, the more he felt that he couldn't help himself, and he was completely controlled by Xia Mo. When to end this battle is up to Xia Mo to decide.

At this moment, he understood why Xia Mo could remain silent in the face of the powerhouses of the four martial arts realms. It turned out that this son's combat power was far above them.

But he also couldn't understand why he was able to burst out with such terrifying combat power even if his sword cultivation attack was sharp, and he could fight beyond the ranks, but it would not be so terrifying.

A dignified three-star martial artist, who doesn't even have a chance to fight back, who dares to believe it?

Shout!

Suddenly, the sword flashed away, slashing across the leader's neck, sending a column of blood gushing and falling to the ground mixed with rain, and quickly diluted and slipped away, leaving no trace.

"Uh...... Uh......"

The leader covered his neck with both hands, stared at Xia Mo with his eyes, and opened his mouth to say something, but all he made was a faint throat movement, and what he spit out was blood.

Immediately, his body fell from mid-air, crushed many branches, and smashed heavily into the mountains and forests, and he was already dead.

But no one looked at the dead body more, and all eyes fell on the white shirt.

At this time, Xia Mo was also panting heavily, his face was extremely pale, he looked extremely tired and crumbling, and he could fall from the treetops at any time.

Seeing this, the leaders of the other forces showed a smug look in their eyes, looked at each other, and continued to stay put.

And the more than ten people in the south raised their swords in their hands and shouted and rushed towards Xia Mo.

"Bold fanatic, take your life!"

"Kill him!"

"Don't be afraid, he's at the end of his crossbow, chop him into meat sauce together!"

"Kill!"

More than a dozen people attacked at the same time, pressing Xia Mo from all directions, taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

Xia Mo held a blood-dripping sword in his hand to meet the attack, and each sword stabbed out, blocking the incoming blade in a wonderful direction, and could counterattack with the momentum, stabbing the enemy's arm or shoulder and other places, bringing clouds of blood mist flying.

The stabbed enemy retreated in pain and screamed, but was soon drowned out by the rain.

Xia Mo was out of breath, but he never fell, and he was not even captured by the enemy once. With each attack, he was able to deftly dodge it, and on a few occasions out of luck, he happened to dodge the enemy's blades in the swing.

After another fierce battle, Xia Mo severely wounded all the enemies in the south, causing them to fall down one after another, lying in the muddy water and struggling and screaming, but they couldn't get up again.

The white shirt was also stained red by the blood of others, and he almost became a bloody man.

Xia Mo himself was even more panting, shaking, and even trembling all over, as if he had lost even the strength to raise his hand.

Seeing this, the leader of the east pointed at Xia Mo and said coldly: "Xia Mo, you are worthy of being the first person of the younger generation, killing more than ten with your own strength, which impresses the old man." ”

"Perhaps, when you were in your heyday, the old man was not your opponent, but now that you have run out of internal strength, what else can you do to fight us?

Xia Mo smiled coldly, barely stabilized his body, and his eyes swept towards everyone: "You and other robbers, what qualifications do you have to have a treasure! Even if I Xia Mo dies in battle today, I won't let you succeed! Come on! Fight with me!"

Hearing this, everyone glanced at each other, and their minds were not different from each other.

No one wants to go over, and the battle of their own side is cheaper than others, this kind of thing, only a fool would do. In the end, maybe someone will take advantage of the chaos and plot and die unjustly.

As a result, the three leaders unanimously agreed that all three parties would send their subordinates to besiege Xia Mo, and then work together to find the treasure and divide it equally, and no one would suffer.

After the opinions were unified, the subordinates of the three parties all rushed up and shouted and pounced on Xia Mo, the roar shook the sky and was quite imposing.

One by one, they all wanted to kill Xia Mo, so as to invite merit, get the attention of the forces, and improve their status and cultivation.

Xia Mo had no other choice but to continue fighting.

Between advancing and retreating, Xia Mo almost lost his life many times, and brushed shoulders with death. His face became paler and paler, and he looked extremely distressed and weak.

Everyone who attacked struck hard, and everyone knew that it only took one hit to reap the results.

But no matter what, their blades just couldn't stab Xia Mo. Each attack is either blocked by the sword or dodged by the shaking that is about to fall, and cannot deal damage.

On the other hand, looking at the besieging crowd, after each wave of attacks, several people were accidentally injured by Xia Mo and fell to the ground and couldn't stand up.

After another half a pillar of incense, all three of their men fell into the muddy water, mingling with the wounded to the south, and wailing one after another.

This made the three leaders feel puzzled, and their brows were tightly locked.

Originally, it was the end of the strong crossbow, and it could fall at any time, how could it hold on for so long? Where is the bottom line of this son's endurance and willpower?

If such a terrifying descendant is not eliminated today, he will be a disaster one day.

So, the three of them glanced at each other again, and then stepped on the tree at the same time, attacking in three ways, so that Xia Mo would not have the slightest way to retreat, kill in one fell swoop, and get rid of the future trouble forever.

However, what they didn't expect was that when they were less than five feet away from Xia Mo, the situation changed dramatically.