Copy the heavens from the bad guys

Chapter 19 019 : Killing the King of Hades

"Appreciate~"

Animals have always been more sensitive than human beings. Feeling the terrifying power of Qin Mo, all the horses of the Xuanming Sect were full of fear and turned around, no matter how the little devils riding on them shouted, they couldn't stop them. Their urge to flee.

"Good boy, I will have a meeting with you today!"

As soon as Jiang Zhaoyi stepped on the stirrup, he flew into the air and landed heavily on the ground, splashing a burst of dust. The black horse under his crotch, because it lost its restraint, quickly turned its head and ran away.

Jiang Zhaoyi turned around and glanced at the fleeing horse, his face was a little cold.

"Beasts are smarter than humans." Qin Mo and Jiang Zhaoyi stood opposite each other less than three meters apart, with dismissive contempt on their faces.

"Smart-toothed brat!"

Jiang Zhaoyi let out a cold snort, and suddenly exerted force on his feet, bursting out at a super-high speed that was completely inconsistent with his bloated body, and flashed before Qin Mo's eyes in an instant.

"go to hell!"

"Flame Dragon Palm!"

Knowing that Qin Mo's strength is good, Jiang Zhaoyi didn't dare to procrastinate at all, as soon as he made a move, he used his housekeeping skill "Flame Dragon Palm".

"Ah."

The corners of Qin Mo's mouth raised slightly, his neck tilted slightly, and Jiang Zhaoyi's palm mixed with the breath of fire brushed across his temples.

At the same time, Qin Mo took advantage of Jiang Zhaoyi's old strength just surpassing his new strength to make a living, suddenly raised his right leg, and slammed his knee into Jiang Zhaoyi's belly. Spit out a mouthful of foul-smelling acid water.

"nausea."

Seeing that the clothes were stained with Jiang Zhaoyi's acid water, Qin Mo instantly felt uncomfortable all over his body, wishing to take off the clothes immediately and burn them to ashes. Although it was not particularly serious, Qin Mo was actually a bit of a mild clean freak.

"boom!"

Qin Mo kicked Jiang Zhaoyi back a step with one knee, then landed on the ground with his right foot, and flung out his left foot like a compasses, kicking Jiang Zhaoyi seven or eight meters away, hitting a big tree before slowly falling to the ground .

"puff."

Jiang Zhaoyi's face was rosy, and he spurted a mouthful of blood. It was only the first confrontation, and he could feel the huge gap in strength between himself and Qin Mo.

"What kind of monster is this kid? He can have such strength before he is 20 years old. If he is allowed to grow up, even the Underworld Emperor may not be his opponent."

Jiang Zhaoyi looked at Qin Mo coldly, got up from the ground with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was secretly startled.

"continue?"

Qin Mo hooked Jiang Zhaoyi, making a provocative gesture.

"what!"

Jiang Zhaoyi has a fiery temper, and he is an old man. He lost two times in a row against a fledgling boy, so that he could keep his face, and immediately broke out with the strongest combat power in him.

I saw that Jiang Zhaoyi's exposed skin was strangely rosy, and at the same time, a cloud of flames was slowly emitting from his body, and this flame was not illusory. The lawn under his feet and the leaves behind him were touching it. After the breath, they spontaneously ignited.

"Brother, can this Jiang Zhaoyi deal with that kid?"

When the two began to fight, Black and White Wuchang and the group of Xuanming sects retreated far away. Seeing Jiang Zhaoyi suffering again and again, Bai Wuchang was a little flustered and couldn't help asking.

Hei Wuchang frowned, and shook his head lightly: "This Jiang Zhaoyi is only the weakest of the five Yamas, I'm afraid he can't deal with this kid."

"Then what should we do? If Jiang Zhaoyi dies, this kid will definitely not let the two of us go, and with the lesson from last time, I'm afraid we won't have such a good chance to escape this time?"

Bai Wuchang asked eagerly. Although she really wanted revenge, she was still very self-aware. After knowing that she couldn't deal with Qin Mo, she began to think about the way out.

Hei Wuchang's thoughts changed sharply when he heard the words, his eyes flicked back and forth on Jiang Zhaoyi and Qin Mo.

"Little sister, let's take the opportunity to escape when they are fighting. I don't know if Jiang Zhaoyi has the ability to survive, but we will definitely die if we stay."

"Brother, I listen to you."

Bai Wuchang took Hei Wuchang's hand, nodded firmly, and cast his gaze towards the center of the battle.

In the middle of the battlefield, Jiang Zhaoyi, who burst out with 120 points of strength, continued to launch attacks, punching harder than punching, kicking legs faster than legs, and one move was stronger than the other. Because, to Qin Mo, it is no different from a grass-roots team playing tricks on the street. It looks like a show, but it is actually useless.

Qin Mo easily dodged Jiang Zhaoyi's every attack by twisting his waist, striding forward, or shaking his head. The audience didn't fight back, only sarcasm from time to time.

"Punches are too slow."

"Raise your legs a little higher, it's not as good as an aunt who dances in the square."

"Playing with fire during the day is not afraid of bedwetting at night, do you often get spanked by your mother?"

Almost every move of Jiang Zhaoyi was close to Qin Mo's body. Lu Linxuan was a little scared at first, but she was completely relieved when she saw that Qin Mo was playing Jiang Zhaoyi unilaterally.

"My senior brother is really... so boring." Lu Linxuan shook his head, let go of his heavy heart, and began to completely treat this martial arts competition as a stage performance.

"Wow, stinky stinky baby, do you dare to fight openly, what kind of man is always hiding!"

Every time Jiang Zhaoyi punched with all his strength, but every time he hit the air, he was not to mention how angry he was, and Qin Mo was beeping wildly in his ear, which completely messed up his state of mind.

"Want to go head-to-head?"

Hearing this, Qin Mo took two steps back and looked at Jiang Zhaoyi with a sneer.

As for Jiang Zhaoyi, he took advantage of this gap and began to breathe heavily to recover his strength.

"Yes, head-to-head, face-to-face fight!"

"I just want you to breathe a few more breaths of air in the world, why don't you understand my good intentions."

Qin Mo chuckled, and slowly stretched out the right hand that had been holding the long sword behind his back.

"Why do you have to seek death?"

"Little sister, it's now, run!"

Seeing Qin Mo's posture, Hei Wuchang knew that he was not going to hold back, so he hurriedly shouted, and Bai Wuchang had been preparing for a long time, and immediately turned his horse's head and galloped out as soon as he heard the order.

Jiang Zhaoyi also heard Hei Wuchang yelling loudly, turned his head and found that Hei Wuchang and Hei Wuchang had already left, and immediately became furious, just about to yell, when suddenly there came a whisper like a demon from the underworld.

"Die."

Just as Jiang Zhaoyi heard these two words, he suddenly felt the world spinning in front of him, and a fat headless male corpse was spurting blood crazily on the spot.

"Why does this look a bit like me..."

The last thought flashed through his mind, and Jiang Zhaoyi's consciousness completely fell into chaos.

"Why are there always people who don't know the value of life?" Qin Mo wiped the blood on the long sword, put it in the sheath, and turned to look at the stunned Xuanming disciples.

"what!"

The killing of their boss had already terrified them. Suddenly they saw Qin Mo, the God of Killing, looking at them with such a ferocious expression. They were so frightened that they turned their horses around in a panic and were about to leave.

"Don't be in a hurry, the feng shui here is so good, wouldn't it be beautiful to be your cemetery."

Qin Mo sneered, his figure shuttled among the group of Xuanming disciples like lightning, and pointed his fingers at the dead spots on their bodies.

After a while, Qin Mo came back leisurely, and the group of Xuanming disciples fell to the ground one by one as if the strength in their bodies had been drained.

(End of this chapter)