[Comprehensive] Cannon fodder, do you want to counterattack?

Fang Mo had just left the ground when a cold light came over him.

Fang Mo's dagger was held upside down, and the lightning struck upwards, and there was another clear sound of clashing, sparks splashed, and the dagger accurately blocked the simple long sword half an inch away from his right arm, but was also forced by the huge force to strike again. Falling backward, blood spilled from his lips again.

The ancient long sword did not return to the scabbard as it did last time, but after colliding with the short sword, it spun at a faster speed than before, and the sharp sword light hit Fang Mo who was still falling sweep away.

As soon as Fang Mo's toes touched the ground, he bent down without hesitation, and the sword light swirled past his waist... However, the orbit of the long sword's rotation was extremely strange. Fang Mo, who had been cut in half, was about to be cut into his spine by the cold sword's edge in the next instant!

Fang Wei held the long knife tightly, pursed his lips, and firmly suppressed the word "Xiaomo" that was about to blurt out, staring at the battlefield without blinking, his eyes were as cold as ice and snow.

"Keng!" The short sword held upside down in Bai Jing's palm miraculously appeared on Fang Mo's back, and the blades of the long sword and short sword intersected again.After a pause, the ancient long sword stopped spinning and flew up obliquely. Tang Ao stretched out his finger, and the ancient long sword drew a perfect arc in the air and flew towards it again.

At the same time, Fang Mo tapped one foot on the ground and turned around with his strength. He still couldn't get up, but he had changed from bending over to facing up, and the short sword he was holding upside down became clenched with both hands, and he suddenly turned towards the sky. To stab.

"Squeak..." There came a piercing sound as if it was about to cut the eardrums. The tip of the short sword accurately pierced the spine of the long sword. The long sword with a perfect arc and flying smoothly suddenly twisted like an earthworm.

The long sword twisted and passed by, Fang Mo finally got a chance to breathe, and took the opportunity to straighten his waist and stabilize his figure.

It's a long story, but from Fang Mo's flying body to now, it's just a moment of lightning and flint. , crossing the sword, turning the body, and stabbing upwards, the series of movements were so fast that it was breathless. In just this moment, the two swords had intersected three times, and Fang Mo had narrowly escaped death three times.

However, the rhythm of the battlefield did not ease because of this. Tang Ao's expression was cold, and he made a tactic with one hand, using his internal force to draw the sword intent far away, and connected his fingertips with the other hand, and the finger wind popped out to continuously adjust the sword's posture.The attack of the ancient long sword suddenly became fiercer, faster, more powerful, and the changes were even more weird and unpredictable.

It has to be said that the free-hand sword does have its unique advantages in terms of changes. It is free from the restraint of shoulders, elbows, and hands, and can strike from any angle, any direction, and any route.

Fang Wei, who was standing not far away, could only hear the howling of sword energy in his ears, and his vision was full of sword lights flying across the sky, but all of this came from Tang Ao's simple and sharp long sword. As for the figure of the young man, Already submerged in the shadows of swords all over the sky, struggling to hold on inside, clumsy on the left and right, surrounded by dangers.

Only the occasional sound of sharp swords clashing was the only sound made by him and his sword.

Fang Wei held the long knife tightly, his muscles were still in top condition, and even his breathing was still steady, but his nerves were already tense, and he could rush into the battlefield at the fastest speed at any time... However, he never made a move.

This calmness comes from the unparalleled tacit understanding between him and Fang Mo, and also from his extremely strong confidence in Fang Mo - he knows better than anyone else what a terrifying genius his Xiao Mo is, if he hadn't been injured when he was young , physically weak, if he hadn't been lazy by nature, and would rather read scripts than practice kung fu when he had time, this young man would have already been the most dazzling existence in the Jianghu.

It felt extremely long, but in fact, only a moment later, there was a loud bang, the shadow of the sword disappeared, and the figure of the young man clearly appeared in sight, and in the next instant, he spurted blood and flew backwards.

The ancient long sword also flew backwards and returned to the scabbard.

Fang Wei rushed up, hugged Fang Mo who was flying upside down, dissipated the internal force that invaded his body, and landed slowly.

After landing, Fang Mo spat out another mouthful of blood, his legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. It was only because of Fang Wei's support that he did not fall to the ground.

Tang Ao, who retracted his long sword, still looked calm, but his eyes were cold, and the faint smile on his face had long since disappeared. He walked forward slowly, and said lightly, "How?"

Fang Mo took a deep breath, and his inner strength circulated. He pushed Fang Wei away, stood up straight, raised his sleeve and slowly wiped off the blood on the corner of his lips. Laughed: "What do you think?"

The immature boy standing on top of the chaotic rocks in the mountains, vomiting blood and being injured repeatedly, escaped from death several times, it is clearly at the end of his battle, but standing with a sword at this moment, he has an arrogance that is invincible in the world.

His face and even his lips were pale, but there was no wound on his whole body. His cloth was covered with dust, but there was no trace of a sword. On the contrary, it was the sword in his hand, which seemed to have changed from a dagger to a wound. After cutting off the jigsaw, there were only dense gaps left where the sword edge was originally... It was just left by Tang Ao's long sword.

What do you say?

The young man's voice was calm, but in Tang Ao's ears, it was full of irony and endless contempt.

He is known as the Illusory Sword, known for his unpredictable sword power, but now he is not as good as himself in the previous realm, not as fast as him, not as good as his weapon, and his internal strength is even more vulnerable, but he can't even touch a hair of him. Not even a piece of clothing can be hurt, but his so-called unpredictable sword has been caught countless times by the short sword in the young man's hand... A first-rank master who is famous for his sword has fallen to the point where he can only hurt people with internal force , This is undoubtedly a huge irony for him.

Tang Ao's face was ashen, and he said coldly: "Where did your sword skills come from?"

Fang Wei chuckled, and said, "Why do you ask this? Is it possible that you are going to worship my Xiaomo as your teacher? Come on, knock your head three times to listen."

Tang Ao said: "Do you want to die?"

"Hahaha!" Fang Wei sneered and said, "It's as if you didn't come to kill people, but to treat guests to dinner."

Tang Ao glanced at him as if he was looking at a dead person. He admitted that Fang Mo's swordsmanship was unexpectedly good, but so what?In front of him, these two ignorant boys are still just ants whose life and death are in his hands.

He had seen this kind of arrogance before dying, but it was pitiful and ridiculous, and he didn't even care about it.

Turning to Fang Mo, he said calmly, "The old man admits that your talent in swordsmanship is indeed unparalleled. This old man loves talents very much, and I can't bear to see a swordsman genius like you fall... If you are willing to worship this old man as your teacher, I can consider letting you go." The two of you have a way to live together, and I swear to teach you everything and never hide anything."

What Tang Ao said was to accept Fang Mo as his apprentice, but in fact Fang Mo's covetousness in swordsmanship was undisguised. Fang Wei dismissed it, but worried that Fang Mo would agree to this shameless villain for his own safety. He was about to yell, but Fang Mo stretched out his hand to stop him.

Fang Mo looked at Tang Ao and said, "I have been practicing martial arts for three years, and you have practiced swordsmanship for more than 30 years. Although my martial arts are not as good as yours, my swordsmanship is already superior to yours...Your aptitude is to be me You don't even have the qualifications to be a disciple, yet you dare to claim that you want to accept me as a disciple?"

"However," Fang Mo didn't seem to see the murderous intent rising in Tang Ao's eyes. His voice was calm and indifferent, and he said indifferently: "My swordsmanship comes from an unknown sword manual. I hid it somewhere when I left the new city. I I can't bear it to be lost. Although I don't want to admit it, you are indeed the person with the best swordsmanship besides me here. If you can kill me with a sword, you will barely accept its inheritance. I am dying I will tell you where it is."

Tang Ao took a deep look at him: "Okay!"

Tang Ao didn't doubt his words at all. In this world, there are so many unimaginable inheritances. Compared with them, the rules of killing people and inheriting the Tao are not uncommon.The most important thing is, what is the use of this young man weaving these words?Turn your desire to capture him alive into a murderous intent?Or the "kill with the sword" limitation?

Ridiculous, so what if you can only kill with a sword?This young man can hardly hold his sword anymore, how many tricks can he hold?

As soon as Tang Ao uttered the word "good", Fang Wei immediately took two steps forward, standing in front of Fang Mo, and said, "It's my turn this time, right?"

Fang Mo pushed him away and said, "I'll come."

Fang Wei said angrily: "Xiaomo, now is not the time for you to be willful!"

Fang Mo said: "Is there any difference between you and me first? Fang Wei, I'm sorry, I don't want to see you die, so... please let me go first."

Tang Ao smiled lightly. This young man with amazing swordsmanship seemed arrogant, but he had already seen his fate clearly... He had seen many scenes of relatives and friends fighting to die first. It was really boring, but watching For the sake of the young man who is about to give him a huge treasure, he is willing to give them a little time to say a few more last words.

Fang Wei grabbed Fang Mo's arm and said sadly: "Xiao Mo! Don't do this, we fought together, there must be..."

Fang Mo lowered his eyes not to look at his face, and said: "This matter involves inheritance, and outsiders are not allowed to interfere. If you interfere, Fang Wei, you will no longer be my brother."

Fang Wei angrily let go, took two steps back, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, I won't make a move, I won't make a move. You go first, you go first... I'll come."

Fang Mo let out a "huh", still turned the dagger upside down, looked at Tang Ao, and said lightly, "Please."

Tang Ao laughed dumbly, and a sword light flew up.

Because of the limitation of the four words "killing with a sword", Tang Ao also wanted to see more clearly the young man's swordsmanship, Tang Ao did not deliberately increase his internal strength, and still only used his swordsmanship to fight against Fang Mo's dagger.Then the vest gradually seeped cold sweat.

In the previous scene, the young man only blindly defended. The short sword in his hand was less than two feet long, but it could firmly protect his whole body. It is less than a hair on him, but now, this exhausted young man occasionally substitutes offense for defense, which makes him feel chills in his heart-ask yourself, if this young man has the same internal strength as him, how much has he died? time?

What made him feel even more frightening was that he found that in his heart, he gradually agreed with the young man's words - "It's just crooked ways to throw a sword out of your hand!"

The sword that is out of the hand is indeed more changeable because there is no restraint, but it has also become a water without a source and a tree without a root, so what if there are more changes?Swords are not for juggling, so why so many changes?Can kill!

After extreme changes, it is time to return to basics.

Just like the sword in the young man's hand, there is no fancy, no superfluous movements, every sword will appear in the most direct and fastest way where it should appear most.

He has practiced swordsmanship for decades, but in the short battle with this young man, he almost completely overthrew his previous comprehension and persistence!

And what surprised him about this young man was that besides his swordsmanship, he also had internal strength.According to his speculation, the young man should have run out of fuel and collapsed to the ground long ago, but until now, he was still struggling under his offensive.The young man's internal energy seemed to be a ray of clear spring gushing out from the ground. It seemed feeble and feeble, but it was endless, as if it would never be exhausted.

Such a young man, how can he not be amazed, such a young man, how can he not be horrified?

He was almost reluctant to kill such an amazing young man, but how dare he not kill such an astonishing young man?

In just a few breaths of fighting, he felt that the bottleneck that had troubled him for many years had faintly shown signs of breaking through, and he became more and more reluctant to end this battle quickly, so he withdrew a little bit of internal energy—— Of course he wanted the sword manual, a living boy was a hundred times easier to use than a dead sword manual!

A thought suddenly arises in my heart: Abolish him, then bring him by my side to sharpen my swordsmanship, and kill him when he loses his use value!

As soon as such a thought arises, it is indelible... The ancient long sword flying in the air also became more determined because of the master's determination, making it more difficult to deal with it.

Fang Mo held the sword fiercely in both hands, leaped high, slashed down fiercely, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Get lost!"

Before the words were finished, a tall figure appeared faster than the sound of sharp swords clashing. Fang Wei leaped high, and the sharp long knife seemed to turn into a violent tornado in his hand, roaring from the sky. , shouted in the mouth: "Death!"

Tang Ao was furious, of course he didn't care about this deadly bug, but being interrupted in the fight with Fang Mo made him furious.The left hand was raised at will, and the scabbard in his hand accurately held the long knife that was rolled like a gust of wind in the shadow of the flying knife, and then turned and swayed, breaking through Fang Wei's almost defenseless chest. He stabbed in the past without delay.

Fang Wei was unafraid, turned a blind eye to the stabbed scabbard, held the knife in both hands, and shouted again, the sharp light of the knife drew an arc, and slashed towards Tang Ao's left neck, desperate to let him die He pays the price.

Tang Ao smiled contemptuously, stretched out his right hand, and pinched his two fingers lightly on the side of his neck, and the sharp blade rested firmly between his slender fingers, unable to move even a bit—he thought he was a genius like Fang Mo?Even if he is not afraid of death, how much can he spend?Even Fang Mo, if he didn't want to see more of his sword skills, he would have become the ghost of his sword long ago!

Fang Wei's face was already flushed because of too much force, but the long knife seemed to have grown into the man's hand, no matter how hard he exerted it, it would not move, and there was a huge suction force from the handle of the knife, making him He couldn't even let go, he could only watch helplessly as the scabbard slowly pierced into his chest.

At this moment, Tang Ao's expression suddenly changed, not because of Fang Wei in front of him, but because of Fang Mo in another battlefield!

Because the realms are too far apart, he doesn't find it difficult to fight the two at the same time, but the problem now is that he doesn't find it difficult, but Fang Mo, the opponent, has a problem.

Fang Mo's short sword, which had been chopped into jagged teeth just now, was already at the end of its strength just like his master. Just as he stretched out his fingers to clamp Fang Wei's long knife, the short sword was cut into two with a "clang" sound. Duan, the quaint long sword that should have been blocked, swirled and slashed at the young man's slender and tender neck.

The young man who had already run out of fuel held the dagger with only the hilt left, and seemed to have completely lost his fighting spirit, and he didn't even have the desire to dodge.

Tang Ao was shocked. Fang Mo at this moment was more important to him than any relatives and enemies in the world. If he died, no matter whether it was a living sword manual or a dead sword manual, they would be gone!He just saw the way of the sword ahead, and he will stop there!

The boy's short sword was broken at an inappropriate time, just when his breath attached to the long sword was about to be exhausted, and Fang Wei's troubles made it even more difficult for him to block the long sword's attack.

However, it is about the way of the sword, no matter how difficult it is, it must be done!

Tang Ao let out a yell and forcibly drew the last ray of true energy. The ancient long sword finally turned its direction at the last moment, and the hilt hit the boy's lower abdomen heavily.

Tang Ao breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that Fang Wei took advantage of the moment when he was distracted, and managed to move by three points, so that the scabbard that was supposed to pierce his chest was only deeply pricked into his shoulder, and the blood oozed out The complicated patterns on the scabbard are extremely gorgeous.

Tang Ao sneered: So what if it was moved by three points, it just delayed the time of death for a short moment!You know, at this moment behind Fang Wei, there is a long sword flying towards him, and Fang Wei, whose hands are restrained, shoulders are stabbed, and he can't move at all, is blocking its only way.

In front of his eyes, this annoying boy had already been pierced by a sword from his vest, and only the pain and despair before dying were left in his eyes!

The long sword arrived as promised and pierced Fang Wei's shirt. The sneer on Tang Ao's face was still on his lips, but a look of horror suddenly flashed in his eyes.

In a place beyond his line of sight, the angle of the long sword changed slightly at some point. Originally, it was only an error of the size of a hair. The vest turned into a stab at his chest and abdomen!

At the same time, something that frightened him even more happened. The long knife that was firmly trapped between the two fingers of his right hand suddenly shook violently, with such force that it almost broke through his blockage and cut into his neck. There was also a suction force from the scabbard held in his left hand.

He underestimated Fang Mo before, and now he underestimated this seemingly honest but cunning boy!She would rather be injured than hide her strength, waiting for this moment!

He did trap Fang Wei so that he couldn't move, but in the same way, why didn't Fang Wei trap him firmly?The situation between the two was reversed in an instant.

His right hand couldn't be loosened, once he let go, the long knife would cut into his neck, although his internal strength was better than Fang Wei, but he was far from being able to block his long knife with his body protection qi... because he couldn't loosen it , so no refund.

And the absorbing force from his left hand, usually seems insignificant, but at this moment it is enough to stop his actions for a moment, and this moment is enough!

Tang Ao yelled wildly, exerted force with both hands at the same time, burst out with true energy, Fang Wei groaned, vomited blood and fell to the ground, and then only heard a soft "poof", Tang Ao's long sword pierced deeply into the lower abdomen of its own master, Coming out from behind, the bright sword edge was stained red with blood.

Time seemed to stand still.

Tang Ao looked down at the familiar saber stuck in his lower abdomen, with an expression of disbelief on his face.The heaviest injury he suffered in his life came from his own sword, and this sword was recalled by himself with his own strength.

"I said," the young man said in a calm voice, "It's a sword, so it should be held in your hand. Is it credible now?"

Looking up at the young man slowly approaching, two words appeared in Tang Ao's mind: "Trap!"

Why did Fang Wei make a bold move just when the breath of true energy attached to his sword was about to be exhausted?Because this young man, who had been silent throughout the battle, suddenly said the word "scroll".

Why did the short sword break at the most critical moment, and he had to use up his last breath to take it back, so that he lost the most basic sense of it?Because the dagger was originally held in the young man's hand, and he could let it break whenever he wanted it to!

Why did he make a mistake in the direction after decades of sword practice, so that he killed the master with the sword?Because the boy fought it dozens of times, because the last thing his saber did before it lost its sense was to hit the boy's lower abdomen with the hilt!

Why did Fang Wei hide his strength and trap him firmly without hesitation?Because this was originally a trap for the two of them to cooperate with each other tacitly!

So, all the last words, all the scrambling to die, are they all lies?

So what nameless sword manual is also fake?

Uncontrollable anger flashed in Tang Ao's eyes. No one had ever injured him so badly, and no one dared to play tricks on him like this!Such shame can only be washed away with blood!

Not far away, Fang Mo was slowly approaching, and Fang Wei was getting up silently from the ground, picking up the long knife without saying a word.

Tang Ao laughed back angrily. These two newborn youngsters didn't have the consciousness to face a first-grade master at all, and they brazenly put on a posture of encirclement and suppression. Could it be that Tang Ao got a sword and became a bereaved dog that everyone can bully no?

Tang Ao flicked the sword with his fingertips, blood sprayed out, the long sword came out of his body and fell into his hand, he said solemnly: "Go to die!"

However, it was Fang Wei who struck first, and the first thing to cut through the sky was the dazzling knife light.

His long knife finally showed its power at this moment.

As soon as the long knife is horizontal, there is a tragic and decisive momentum soaring into the sky. On the battlefield, I am invincible!

The thick and heavy long knife in his hand only knows how to attack, but not how to defend. It uses attack to defend, and attack to attack!

Every shot is to do your best, no matter how the opponent counterattacks, no matter how to protect yourself after exhaustion, there is only one word - "Death!"

If someone who is weaker, once caught by his aura and loses ground, he will lose his chance and become the soul of his sword.However, when he faces a master who is far superior to himself, if his attack is not enough for the opponent to deal with it with all his strength, then such a fighting method of attacking and not defending can only make him die faster than anyone else.

Obviously, Tang Ao is such a master, but he failed to kill the nasty kid immediately, because he didn't guard, and someone guarded for him.

Because next to Fang Wei, there is a more difficult Fang Mo.

Fang Mo's dagger has been destroyed, and what he is holding in his hand is an iron awl no longer than three inches long. It is a toy in the hands of a child. It looks more like a weapon than it, but it is indeed Fang Mo's weapon. .

Why did Fang Mo dare to destroy the short sword and let the long sword cut his neck?Naturally, it was because of this thing... How could he really entrust his life and death on his opponent?

Tang Ao soon discovered that Fang Mo holding an iron awl was more difficult to deal with than when he was holding a dagger.

Why does Fang Mo, who has amazing swordsmanship, use a short sword instead of a three-foot long sword?Because he is well aware of the weakness of his internal strength, because the short sword is more concentrated and easier to control than the long sword.

Why did Fang Mo hold the sword upside down or with both hands instead of holding it normally?Because although holding the sword in this way discards many changes, it can hold the sword more stably and with greater strength.

So, what happens when the short sword in his hand becomes an iron cone that can concentrate all the strength of the whole body on one point?

The two sides have fought several times, but the battle has not really heated up until now.

Fang Wei's momentum is like a mad tiger, his offensive is as fierce as fire, covering the sky and covering the earth, his knives are as heavy as mountains, and he goes forward without hesitation.

Fang Mo was silent, and the iron cone often appeared in the most unlikely places, and Tang Ao's offensive was often disintegrated and invisible as soon as it appeared.

The tacit understanding between two people is unparalleled, one is strong and one is soft, one is upright and one is strange, one is attacking and the other is defending, the power added together is not only three times the power, but four times it!five times!

But these are not the most important.Because when the gap between internal strength and realm is too big, moves can no longer make up for it, just like Fang Mo before, even if he can block every sword he deals with, so what?The internal force attached to it by the opponent is enough to cause you to be seriously injured.

Therefore, if Tang Ao went all out at this moment, the two newborn tiger cubs would still die.

However, Tang Ao couldn't, or rather didn't want to.

The wound on his lower abdomen forced him to use most of his internal energy to protect it. That's how it was. Every movement he made, every fight between him and Fang Wei and Fang Mo, would cause the wound to vibrate, making his injury worse. A little bit worse, if this continues, I'm afraid it will cause irreparable damage.

He was so angry that he thought that as long as he made a serious move, he could easily deal with these two damned boys even if he was injured, but now...

After calming down, Tang Ao asked himself: Is it really necessary to leave eternal troubles for these two insignificant little beasts, and even pay the price of stagnation or even retrogression in martial arts?

That's all!The future is long, he wants to kill these two little beasts, when can't he?

……

Suddenly losing his opponent in front of him, Fang Wei was stunned for a moment, and then cursed: "Don't run away, come back and continue fighting with grandpa!"

Seeing Tang Ao's figure disappear among the trees in an instant, Fang Mo and Fang Wei glanced at each other and knelt softly on the ground at the same time.

After Fang Wei fell to the ground, he struggled to get up again, and supported Fang Mo: "Xiao Mo, how are you?"

Fang Mo shook his head, and took out two medicine bottles from his arms.Fang Wei didn't need him to do anything, took the medicine bottle, fed Fang Mo one of the internal medicine first, took one himself, took the gold sore medicine, sprinkled it on his shoulders randomly to stop the bleeding, then sat down cross-legged, and began to adjust interest.

This is indeed not a good place to heal, but they really don't have the strength to take another step.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Wei opened his eyes, looked at Fang Mo lying on the ground with his limbs spread out and his eyes closed, and said helplessly, "Xiao Mo, can you stop being lazy at this time, at least dissolve the power of the medicine first." !"

Fang Mo didn't even open his eyes, and said, "It's melted!"

Fang Wei was speechless, and lay down like Fang Mo, cursing weakly: "Mom's belly has been pierced, and she is still so fierce, if I can't scare him anymore, the two of us will really confess here today! "

Fang Mo said: "When the internal strength has reached his level, he can limit the contraction and movement of the internal organs. With that sword, he should have avoided most of the vital points. Otherwise, how could someone as selfish and afraid of death as him stay with us? Continue to fight?"

Fang Wei sighed: "A master of the first rank is already so scary, and I don't know what the status of the master level is like."

Fang Mo said lightly: "It will never be as superficial as his unhanded sword."

If it wasn't Tang Ao who came here today, but any one of the first ranks was changed, maybe the two of them would be cold by now.

When he fought Tang Ao's hand-off sword for the first time, he began to set traps. The sentence "I will no longer be my brother" was their secret code, and the subsequent conversations were naturally just acting.

Otherwise, based on the experience of these two people, they have been struggling on the edge of life and death since they were seven or eight years old. If they encounter an unmatched opponent, they will lose their fighting spirit and die. They have died many times.

Fang Mo threw a pill into his mouth, and stuffed another into Fang Wei's mouth. Fang Wei swallowed it in one gulp, and said, "What the hell?"

Fang Mo said: "Temporarily suppress the medicine for internal injuries. Previously, the two of us were just a business deal for Tang Ao, but after today, we are the enemy of life and death... Don't kill him now, wait until he recovers, he will die That's us."

Fang Wei was shocked, sat up and smiled, "This is fun! But we have to hurry up. Tang Ao may have connections with his employers, so don't let them make dumplings."

Seeing that Fang Mo was still lying still, he said, "I know you are very tired, but now is not the time to be lazy... Otherwise, you make a plan, and then find a safer place to lie down, and I can carry it out .”

Fang Mo lazily said: "I'm sorry, with your old man's skills, I really can't make any plan that will allow you to slaughter a first-class product smoothly... It will be almost the same in ten years."

"Cut! You underestimate me too! Up to five years, this young master, I will hit ten first-ranks with one hand!"

"blow!"

"Are you going to get up? If you don't get up, I'll leave by myself!"

Fang Mo said: "Don't worry, I sprinkled a special benzoin on him, the effect of suffocating internal breath is several times that of the outside rumors. If it is used to polish the internal force, it will be twice the result with half the effort, but it is fun to use it when healing the wound .And do you think that with Tang Ao's temperament, he would contact others when he was seriously injured? So we have at least two days."

Two third-rank pawns who were seriously injured brazenly said that they would kill a first-rank who was not much more injured than them. If they said it, they would laugh at the teeth of many people, but these two people were discussing seriously.

Not out of arrogance, but because... there was no other choice.