Fang Mo With this movement, the battle situation was instantly torn into pieces.
Although those Imperial Guard Death Warriors were elites, their proud battle formation coordination seemed fragile in front of this group of Monster who had just crawled out from God King's corpse.
"Amitabha, the poor monk has come to save you all Benefactor."
Jie Se Monk's steps were light, and the tattered monk's robe, whose original color had long been lost, was fluttering in the wind and rain.
There was no Zen staff Precept Blade in his hand, only the string of White Bone Prayer Beads that had been corroded by underground venom.
A Death Warrior looked for an opening, and Mo Dao struck at Monk's bald head with a mighty force.
Jie Se didn't avoid it, he just raised one hand, picked up the flower with his fingertips, and flicked it lightly on the blade.
"The red lotus karma fire is born."
Death Warrior felt his wrist tremble, and a wave of extremely sinister heat penetrated into the palm of his hand along the handle of the knife, and spread all over his body in an instant.
His hard armor was not damaged, but the skin and flesh under the armor seemed to have been plunged into boiling oil, boiling violently.
The man didn't even let out a scream, he collapsed to the ground, strange red fire erupted from his seven orifices, and in an instant he turned into a pile of withered bones.
Jie Se Monk stepped over the still burning corpse, with that compassionate smile still on his face, but those peach blossom eyes were full of indifference to the common people.
He shuttled among the crowd, and every time he clicked with his fingertips, a Red Lotus blossomed, harvesting a life.
This is what he understood in that article Yinsi Passage - compassion on the surface, Asura on the inside.
Compared to Jie Se's elegance, Old Yan's murder methods are more sinister and efficient.
No one can see where Old Yan is.
Every shadow on this rainy night seems to have become his hiding place.
Death Warrior, who was about to sneak attack Iron Bull on the back, suddenly felt a cold on his ankle.
He looked down subconsciously and saw a hand as skinny as a ghost's claws protruding from the mud and clasping his ankle tightly.
"Come down and chat with the old man."
A hoarse voice came from underground.
Just when the Death Warrior was about to cut off the Ghost Hand with a knife, the soil under its feet suddenly turned into quicksand.
Half of his body sank instantly, and then, a very thin cold light circled around his neck.
That is the light of Boning Knife.
Death Warrior's head rolled down, no blood spurted out from the broken neck, only a stream of gray Death Qi escaped.
Old Yan emerged from the shadow next to the corpse, and there was no trace of blood on the Boning Knife in his hand.
He clicked on the cigarette bag that had long been extinguished, and his gray eyes turned around and merged into the darkness again.
Yan Luo Roll Call, Life and Death Impermanence.
This is not a confrontation between two armies. This is clearly a one-sided massacre.
And the center of it all is Fang Mo.
He did not use a knife. The Blood Soul that accompanied him to kill Lei Heng had long been left behind Abyss, but he himself was already an unsheathed peerless Fierce Weapon.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die."
Fang Mo rushed towards the densest array of swords.
Three Imperial Guards primary schools teamed up to block the upper, middle and lower roads with three Mo Dao handles, and Blade Qi cut the rainwater into countless tiny ice crystals vertically and horizontally.
Fang Mo's figure did not stop, Lung Gold Divine Treasury roared inside his body.
A stream of Platinum Killing Aura covered his arms, and under the Sha Qi, Crimson Gold magma was faintly flowing.
That is the power of God King's Essence Blood after reshaping - Geng Gold is the bone, Tribulation Fire is the soul.
His hands turned into claws and he grabbed the two Mo Daos that were coming at him.
Zhila!
The sound of twisting gold and iron makes one's teeth ache.
Hundred Refinements Steel Saber, which is strong enough to cut through heavy armor, is like two crisp reeds in the hands of Fang Mo.
He tightened his five fingers, Geng Gold Qi exploded, and directly crushed the two blades into iron powder.
"Open it for me!"
Fang Mo ripped his arms outward.
The two junior high school students felt an irresistible force coming towards them, their jaws burst open, and their whole bodies were thrown away by the air wave. Blood spurted out while they were still in mid-air, and their sternums collapsed.
Seeing this, a hint of Despair's ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the last primary school student, and Mo Dao stabbed Fang Mo in the heart desperately.
Fang Mo did not dodge or dodge, letting the tip of the knife pierce his clothes and hit his skin.
Ding.
There was a crisp crashing sound.
The tip of the knife only pierced a layer of skin, and could not make any further progress.
Fang Mo's physical body, which has been double tempered by God King's Essence Blood and Nine Nether Black Water, has already become incredibly tough.
"Too light."
Fang Mo looked at the terrified primary school student and grinned.
His right hand was like a knife, and he swung it lightly with the heat that would burn everything.
Pfft.
The little schoolmaster, even with his armor on, was slashed in half by the sword.
The fracture is as smooth as a mirror, and the flesh and blood are instantly carbonized by the high temperature, and there is not even a trace of blood smell.
Fang Mo stepped over the corpse with heavy steps, leaving a blackened footprint on the mud with every step.
At this time, none of the twenty Imperial Guard Death Warriors were standing.
Broken limbs and broken arms were scattered on the ground, and the rain washed away the mud and formed a dark red stream, winding towards the deep pit that once swallowed everything.
Zitan Soft Sedan still stopped quietly in the rain.
The four bearers were so frightened that they were kneeling in the mud and trembling, not daring to raise their heads.
Fang Mo stood three steps away from the car curtain.
The Sha Qi in him was so strong that it almost turned into substance. It was the residual power brought by the killing, and it was also the violent force in his body that longed for more catharsis.
"Pah, pah, pah."
Three unhurried claps came from the sedan.
"Wonderful, really wonderful."
There was no trace of panic in Eunuch Liu's feminine voice, but rather some sincere appreciation, "We have watched so many beast fights at the Palace, but we have never seen such neat skills. Captain Fang, with your abilities, being a jailer at Heavenly Prison is really an underachievement."
One hand opened the sedan curtain.
Eunuch Liu came out.
He was not wearing the iconic Python Robe, but was wearing plain white clothes, which looked particularly dusty amidst the blood and stains on the ground.
He was wearing a pair of cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles, and even though he was walking in the mud, there was not even a speck of mud on the shoes.
This gelding is a master.
Fang Mo's pupils shrank slightly.
He couldn't feel any fluctuations in Martial Artist's energy and blood from Eunuch Liu, or even the breath of a living person.
This eunuch is like a dummy made of paper, light and weightless, without warmth.
"Qu Cai?"
Fang Mo spat bloody spit on the ground. The spit fell on the ground and made a small pit in the soil.
He raised his head, his eyes like a wolf, staring at the old face covered with thick powder.
"Heavenly Prison is really showing off your talents. Why don't you, father-in-law, give up your position and let me sit there Imperial Stable Bureau?" Fang Mo took a step forward, "I heard that there is plenty of oil and water there, and I want to shave two layers."
Eunuch Liu Hearing this, the smile on his face froze slightly, and then a layer of frost appeared in his narrow eyes.
"Captain Fang, some jokes are easy to make, but some jokes will make you lose your head."
The square silk handkerchief in his hand shook slightly.
Boom!
Fang Mo felt a blur before his eyes, and an invisible force came like an overwhelming force. That was not True Qi, it was more like a momentum. A momentum cultivated by being in a position of power for a long time.
Fang Mo His feet did not move, but his upper body was pushed back slightly by the air wave.
Four Palaces trembled in his body, and the pressure was finally resolved.
"Father-in-law, you can talk now."
Fang Mo stood firm and did not continue to take action, but the knuckles of the hand pressing on the empty scabbard had turned white.
"So many people died in such a big battle."
"What do you want to hear?"