The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

After a brief hesitation, Yang Yunchan did not stop Wu Changkong this time.

The Dragon Ascension Ceremony of the Fuguo Society has been destroyed. His mission for this trip has been completed, and there is no need to intervene anymore.

Although he and Dragon Guard had an old relationship, times have changed.

The status and identity of both parties have changed, and the old friendship has long faded away.

Of course, the most important thing is that Yang Yunchan actually wants to use the actions of a few people to explore the details of this dragon-protecting sword master who he can't figure out anything.

If the other party is really forced into a desperate situation, and he steps forward to lend a helping hand, he might even be able to recruit him into his employ.

Yang Yunchan was thinking about gains and losses.

On the other side, he faced the three masters who were besieging him.

Lin Mo was startled at first, and then burst into laughter.

"Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?"

He finally figured it out. These guys didn't dare to snatch the dragon vein diagram fragments in the hands of Yang Yunchan and Wu Changkong, but they came to besiege him.

It's just that he feels that compared to the other two big names who have been famous for a long time, he, a young man who suddenly appeared, is easier to deal with.

However, Lin Mo was not a soft persimmon who could be manipulated by others. His eyes were shining with a sharp light.

He had just been empowered by the energy of the Dragon Vein. At this moment, his restless aura was rushing around in his body. It was just the time when he needed to vent.

So, he held the Zhanye Sword and rushed forward without hesitation.

Ding Yuan's back slightly bounced, and he exerted force with his elbows. His body surged like a snake, and he jumped two feet away in the blink of an eye. The copper stick in his hand fell heavily.

Lin Mo half-raised his body and took the opponent's blow with his hands as steady as a rock.

The flames spattered and made a tooth-piercing sizzling sound.

The two are instantly separated.

Ding Yuan gave way, and the men in black from Onimu Shrine behind him came one after another holding a samurai sword.

He wanted to take advantage of the moment when Lin Mo's old strength was broken and new strength was not born, to kill him.

However, Lin Mo didn't show any panic on his face.

With a flip of his wrist, he changed direction and faced the opponent's sharp slash.

Bang!

Two sword shadows cut out alternately.

At the same time, Lin Mo suddenly felt a sound of wind coming from beside him.

A fleshy palm with a terrifying aura suddenly appeared next to him and stamped towards the top of his head.

The person who took action was none other than Wu Changkong!

He used the Bagua Wandering Dragon Body Technique that he had been immersed in for many years. He looked like a ghost and crossed a distance of several feet in the blink of an eye and came to Lin Mo's side.

He didn't blush at all because of bullying and sneak attacks.

In his opinion, as long as he could kill the culprit who destroyed the ritual in front of him, losing a little face was nothing.

However, Lin Mo had already expected it.

He recited the mantra quickly in his heart, thunder exploded in his palm, and he met Wu Changkong's palm in the air.

Bang!

There was a huge explosion, and Lin Mo couldn't help but take two steps back, but he successfully forced Wu Changkong back.

"Thunder in Palm?"

Wu Changkong looked slightly stunned, and the half of his arm that was hit by the lightning in his palm was slightly numb.

He immediately activated the qi and blood in his body.

In an instant, his arms, shoulders and hips all shook together.

Power like a torrent flows through the body, and the body immediately returns to its original state.

"As expected of a top Ouchi master who has been famous for a long time!"

Lin Mo forced down the surging Qi and blood in his body.

With just one palm, he clearly and intuitively felt the huge pressure of the top masters like mountains.

However, he was also keenly aware of Wu Changkong's lack of success.

He instantly understood in his heart that when facing an enemy, one should not think about defeating him with one force. He must learn to fight and slowly wear down his strength.

However, facing Wu Changkong's sneak attack, Lin Mo felt somewhat angry.

If the other party chose to fight him with real swords and guns, he wouldn't be so angry.

But this old guy is a senior martial artist after all, yet he is so ungrateful to martial ethics.

Under joint siege, they still choose to attack secretly. Isn't it too shameless?

Lin Mo was furious and yelled: "Damn it, you damn eunuch! You still carry out sneak attacks at such an old age, how shameless are you?"

However, Wu Changkong turned a deaf ear to Lin Mo's angry rebuke.

As if he was not the one who made the sneak attack just now, there was no expression on his face.

At the same time, Wu Changkong's actions also surprised Ding Yuan and the man in black.

They didn't expect that the other party was willing to put aside their hatred and status and join them in killing Lin Mo.

What's more, I didn't expect that this old guy would be shameless and choose to attack secretly.

How much I hate that guy!

However, this is a good thing for the two of them.

The two looked at each other, with murderous intent bursting out of their eyes.

Ding Yuan's feet flicked slightly, like a tiger descending a mountain, and he pounced again with a strong momentum.

As the cooked copper stick in his hand danced, it seemed to turn into a huge wheel, causing chaos in the surrounding Qi field.

Lin Mo jumped up upside down, his mind united, and the long knife in his hand was like a swimming dragon, rolling up waves and sealing the three feet in front of him.

He blocked several heavy blows from Ding Yuan, but each time he looked more dangerous, as if he was just on the verge of death.

However, Lin Mo was happy with this fierce battle.

At the same time, the man in black also launched an offensive, with the long knife in his hand following him like a shadow, making every move to kill him.

He and Ding Yuan formed a double-attack situation, which put Lin Mo into an even more dangerous situation.

"Ding Yuanjun, after capturing this person, we must refer to the dragon vein map together."

The man in black said, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"It's natural."

Ding Yuan laughed heartily and seemed to be extremely confident about victory.

In his opinion, Lin Mo, who was besieged by several people, had already been doomed.

More importantly, Wu Changkong actually participated.

Then, it would be a matter of time to kill this person and get the fragments of the Dragon Vein Diagram.

He had even begun to imagine the scene after getting the fragments of the Dragon Vein Diagram.

Unfortunately, Lin Mo was not as vulnerable as they thought.

The Yan Fei Dao in his hand danced so hard that water couldn't get into it, and the air vibrated and roared.

With one against three, he is walking on the edge of danger.

Facing the dangerous situation in the eyes of outsiders, not only did I not have the slightest fear, but I felt very contented.

When he was in Jinmen, fighting against Yin Decheng, a master from the former dynasty invited by Jiang Bancheng, Lin Mo still needed to restrain himself before he could fully display what he had learned and take the opportunity to become one.

He was afraid that he would kill the opponent accidentally and miss a rare sparring partner.

Now, the three people he faced were all top masters in the world, and he didn't need to restrain his hands at all.

You just need to use what you have learned throughout your life and fight with all your strength.

They are Lin Mo's testing stone today!

Soon, several people discovered that Lin Mo's sword skills suddenly became sharp, like splitting mountains and seas.

From the previous stubborn defense, it suddenly became open and closed.

However, in the eyes of a few people, this was nothing more than Lin Mo's forced struggle before his death.

All resistance is in vain!