Invasion of the martial arts world

Chapter 64

Hearing the muffled sound of palm wind behind him, Chen Mo leaped forward, grabbed a lama with his hand and threw it behind him. When he turned around, he saw that the lama's chest protruded and blood spewed out of his mouth. Changqi's palm Throwing the corpse aside, he clapped his palms together and patted him again.

Chen Mo continuously avoided Chang Qi's swift and fierce attacks by using his ever-changing and exquisite body skills. Occasionally, he would attack twice with the Prajna Palm and the dagger. The warriors of the second level compete with each other, but he is still far behind in internal strength.

Chang Qi's contact attack was close to a hundred moves, but Chen Mo kept flickering like a fish. Even if he slapped Chen Mo's palm with his big hand, Chen Mo took off most of the force with his strange movements. For a while, Chen Mo and Chang Qi The fight was half-baked, and the lamas around had to retreat to avoid the increasing strength of the two of them with bursts of shouting.

Under normal circumstances, Chang Qi's internal strength is far stronger than Chen Mo's. Although his martial arts skills are poor, Chen Mo will lose as long as the time is long enough. Palm, the inner strength in the body is running wildly;

Suddenly his left palm met Chen Mo's prajna palm, and Chang Qi, who was supposed to push Chen Mo away with his palm, suddenly felt a pain in his chest. With all his strength, Chang Qi's left arm broke with a snap. Just when his right palm was still trying to block Chen Mo's continuous attacks, he suddenly found that Chen Mo's speed increased a lot, and the cold dagger on his right hand puffed. A sound pierced his heart.

Chang Qi was unlucky because he was slapped on the chest by Huicong. What he didn't expect was that Chen Mo's body skills were extremely weird, coupled with his agility and martial skills, he could fight him for a protracted battle. When he saw Chen Mo When he drew out the knife and refracted it to other lamas, his eyes froze for a moment before he felt that life was disappearing rapidly.

Killing a Chang Qi, Chen Mo's internal strength didn't consume much, but his body muscles began to feel sore and swollen. While he continued to kill the lama, the Xuanyu Gong in his body accelerated to massage himself with internal strength He just thought that this method can quickly restore physical strength, but he didn't expect that this crooked hitting is an inevitable phenomenon of martial artists both inside and outside.

Chen Mo gradually regained his physical strength, but the more he killed him, the spirit became better and better. After half a stick of incense time, the sky had gradually begun to darken. The surrounding red-clothed lamas had organized several charges, but they were repeatedly defeated by the Shaolin monks. block it;
But at this time, both sides suffered more and more losses. Thousands of lamas in red sent nearly 400 people to the mountain to block the musketeers. The remaining 600 people have lost nearly 60 people. Chen Mo alone killed [-] people. People, this is not to say that Chen Mo's martial arts are far stronger than the monks, but that the monks' minds are only blocking each other, and they don't kill people at all.

The red-clothed lama and the Shaolin monks have different ideas. The sabers in their hands are very convenient for shoveling and killing. Lama broke down.

Chen Mo looked around occasionally, the sun in the distance was already half-hanging on the top of the mountain, and he was secretly anxious. He thought that those lamas who killed Changqi would retreat, but he didn't expect that the lamas would still attack wildly amidst the shouts of other lamas , he gritted his teeth, and saw that Chengguan was circling with Sangji and Hubayin as if exchanging ideas, he made a wrong footstep, turned his body, and rushed over quickly, without making a sound, he left his palm and right his knife. Hit one of them in the back.

What kind of heroic behavior is not suitable in such a big melee. Chen Mo gathered his palm strength and patted the vest of a lama named Sangji with a loud bang. Chen Mo was hit with Shaolin Prajna Palm, and he opened his mouth to shoot out a mouthful of blood, but he felt a pain in his back immediately, and then saw a young figure with a short knife rushing towards Hubayin.

He took a step forward, but his mouth kept spouting blood stains. When he saw Chen Mo's body turning continuously and hitting Hubayin's vital point with his palm, his face twitched and he moved forward. Fluttering, the limbs twitched and gradually dispersed the last shadow in the pupil.

Chen Mo killed three masters among the lamas in succession by himself, causing the lamas around to see him keep retreating as if seeing a beast. Yulin, who was watching from the gate, shook his head again, clasped his hands together and muttered and began to save Undead around.

"Charge. Kill."

Chen Mo was still helping to resist the impact of the red-clothed lama by the wall. There was a burst of shouting and killing from all directions, and the sound of crackling muskets became denser and denser. Tens of thousands of troops rushed out from the surrounding forests and swept over.

Seeing the army surrounded, the group of lamas fled around. Chen Mo leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief, put away the cold iron dagger, and then walked along the screaming lamas who fell on the ground.

With one kick and one left alive, Chen Mo was just taking advantage at this time. Although a lama in red has only a little martial arts value, there are at least two hundred people lying on the ground with half their lives left. Regardless of the compassionate eyes of the monks, there were only corpses on the ground without any living people.

Cheng watched Chen Mo kill. Originally, he also thought that Chen Mo was too murderous. As a Shaolin warrior, he planned to persuade him, but after Chen Mo went to the side after the murder and looked around, he seemed a little lonely. He suddenly felt that Chen Mo had a very strong No reason to kill these people.

Cheng Guan shook his head and walked to the side. The monks also sat down on the ground panting for rest. This battle lasted only half an hour, but these monks, who were considered masters when they went out, were exhausted.

The sky gradually began to darken, and the surrounding mountains were filled with raging torches, and the surrounding gunshots and screams had gradually disappeared. After a row of bright torches approached, Chen Mo saw his old boss, Duolong, laughing. come over.

"Lord Duolong, I saw the soldiers all over the mountain just now, so I knew that you might be leading the follow-up army. I don't know where the emperor is now?" Chen Mo said with a smile as he stepped forward and clasped his fists.

Doron laughed and cupped his fists and said:
"Master Chen, when the emperor received your secret report that there were a large number of rebels here, he ordered me to bring the remaining firearms battalion and vanguard battalion here, and then another [-] troops came, but the emperor took two days to arrive. Arrived, I have listened to the report of the Firearms Battalion and the explanations of the captives in today's battle, and my lord has made great achievements this time, I don't know how the emperor will reward lord Chen."

(End of this chapter)