Qin Mo's speed was nearly twice as fast as before.

Fan Yong's face turned green. Are you trying to show weakness?

impossible.

How dare a first-grade person dare to deliberately show weakness when facing two of them, two second-grade ones?

He's a magician.

It must be the music played by the girl behind Qin Mo that improved Qin Mo's physical fitness.

Gritting his teeth, at this critical moment, Fan Yong's arm muscles trembled, and the alloy ring gathered in the forearm immediately slid to the upper arm.

He could see that the weapon in Qin Mo's hand was sharp and hard. If it were to be cut on his arm, it would definitely be cut off. Fortunately, his iron ring was also made of A-grade alloy.

Wow ————

The moment the sound of the iron rings colliding was heard, Qin Mo's sword blade cut down violently and rapidly, and the air was squeezed and made an explosion.

call out!!!

"Tsk~~Bang!!!"

A slight tearing sound accompanied the metal collision, sparks flew everywhere, and blood burst out in an instant. The sword blade still drew blood marks on Fan Yong's arm, although the collision of the iron ring caused Qin Mo's sword blade to change direction.

But with just this sword blow, Fan Yong's right arm was absolutely crippled.

The old man Xu Zhuhou attacked again, and at the moment Qin Mo made his move, the light of his fist shone, and the unparalleled force banged Qin Mo's head.

"Not good." This blow was faster than before.

Boom————

At this moment, the sound of the piano changed again, and the melody changed from a flick of a hot spring to a violent storm. Qin Mo felt that the power gained in his body dissipated and turned into as light as the wind.

"Whoosh!" Before he had time to think, Qin Mo instinctively moved back.

What Qin Mo didn't expect was that he managed to dodge.

How can this be?

Qin Mo was surprised. He lowered his head and looked at his body. He was a little doubtful that this body was not his: "How come my speed can keep up with that of a second-grade martial artist?"

The biggest advantage between a second-grade martial artist and a first-grade martial artist is physical fitness.

In the field of body tempering, not everyone may be able to temper it.

But physical fitness is inevitable. The grade of a martial artist is based on physical fitness as the criterion.

If your physical fitness is not enough, you cannot enter the top grade, and it does not count as a breakthrough.

Now, with the help of Jiang Xiaohuang's rhythm, Qin Mo of the first rank has even smoothed the speed gap between him and Xu Zhuhou of the second rank.

Xu Zhuhou was dodged by the attack and stood there with a look of surprise on his face.

Soon, he understood why.

"It's the Magic Sound Master." Looking at Jiang Xiaohuang, although he had heard of the Magic Sound Master, he had never seen one.

The number of magic sound masters in Huaxia Kingdom is far less than that of martial arts masters, and because of their weak early combat and close combat capabilities, magic sound masters rarely appear in public, let alone high-profile appearances.

"The Rhythm of Righteousness has six modes. In addition to comprehensive assistance, it can also improve the martial artist's individual attributes by changing the music score." Jiang Xiaohuang explained softly.

Improve the martial artist's single attributes.

In other words, the music score Jiang Xiaohuang played just now improved his speed?

Qin Mo was secretly surprised.

The role of the Magic Sound Master seems to be greater than I imagined. I don't know if it has a large-scale gain effect, but it definitely does.

However, even if there is a war song with large-scale multi-person buffs, it is estimated that it will be difficult for ordinary magicians to perform. Just like Yuan skills, it is only possible to practice to a high level.

With the bonus of Jiang Xiaohuang's speed war song, Qin Mo's confidence greatly increased.

The hand holding the sword no longer shook.

"Get rid of the magic sound master first, and then kill him." At this time, the old man Xu Zhuhou and Fan Yong stood together. Fan Yong used an iron ring to temporarily seal the wound muscles to prevent blood circulation, otherwise Qin Mo would not wait until Qin Mo took action.

, he himself lost excessive blood first.

Seal the wound and your combat power will not decrease much in a short period of time.

Both of them understood that they must kill the magic sound master first.

Without killing Jiang Xiaohuang, Qin Mo was not afraid of the two of them in a short period of time under the buff of Zhan Song. If he really waited for the others to finish off his opponents and retreat to surround them, the two of them would be defeated.

The only concern is that Jiang Xiaohuang is very close to the car. If he really wants to kill the magic sound master, will the Imperial Martial Arts Instructor in the car come out to help.

"In the Imperial Martial Academy, instructors will never help students with their trials. If we really want to help, we will die." Xu Zhuhou made a quick decision and said to Fan Yong beside him: "I'll hold him back while you go and deal with the magic sound master."

"Let me go?" Fan Yong's face changed.

I still want you to go.

Who can guarantee that the instructor in the car will not come out to stop him? If the other party wants to kill him, he will die if he leaves.

Judging from the energy and blood emanating from the car before, it seems that he is at least a fourth-grade martial artist or above, or a fourth-grade Imperial Martial Arts Academy, and his combat power is not that of a fourth-grade military martial artist.

"I'll hold him back while you kill the magician." Fan Yong said gloomily.

The old man Xu Zhuhou said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, if you really want to kill us, you and I will both die."

Fan Yong was ordered to deal with Jiang Xiaohuang. Xu Zhuhou hesitated for a moment and then raised his fists to attack Qin Mo.

Fan Yong cursed secretly, and had no choice but to bypass Qin Mo from the side, lowered his body, skimmed the ground, and rushed towards Jiang Xiaohuang who was behind Qin Mo.

As long as the imperial martial arts instructor in the car did not stop him, a low-level magic sound master would definitely die if he, a second-level martial artist, approached him.

"careful."

When Jiang Rou, Cheng Xi and others saw this scene, they couldn't help but change their colors and shouted.

The magic sound master has a weak point in close combat. At a high level, the magic sound master can play a war song and evolve it into a sonic killing song. However, Jiang Xiaohuang looks too young, so it is strange that he can play a sonic war song that kills people.

Cheng Xi and Jiang Rou wanted to step aside to help, but the cult martial artist they faced did not give them a chance. They attacked fiercely and with deadly moves. They smashed, hammered, and swept with iron rods, and they only attacked the head and heart.

If they are not careful, they will be the ones who die.

The combat prowess of Imperial Martial Arts students is also honed in actual combat.

Those who were weak in combat died.

Those who are left are the ones with strong combat power.

"Keng!" Shan Xin raised his heavy sword and hurriedly dodged to the left while blocking the stick of the cult martial artist.

The huge force hit the knife, causing his jaw to split open and blood to flow out.

Shan Xin did not dare to be distracted again.

Seeing Fan Yong bypassing Qin Mo to kill him, Jiang Xiaohuang didn't panic at all. He pulled the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano changed from agile to extremely thick. Qin Mo felt that the gain effect on his body was eliminated, and the vitality of the piano sound turned into pounds.

A weight as heavy as substance covered Fan Yong's body.

The music is like iron, clanking.

Fan Yong suddenly felt that the air around him turned into a swamp, and his speed suddenly stagnated. Moreover, his hands and feet were unable to control themselves and became slower and slower.

Controlled rhythm.

Qin Mo caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and was shocked.

"Why don't you hurry up and do it?" At this time, Qin Mo heard Jiang Xiaohuang's cold voice in his ear. On the other side, Jiang Xiaohuang's silver hair was flying, manipulating the music like a nine-day fairy, and controlling the puppet-like martial artist.

However, she did not develop the war song to kill the enemy after all. She could only control it, but could not kill the enemy.

And this kind of control has limits. Fan Yong's speed has weakened, but he is not completely unable to move.

Qin Mo was immersed in the magic sound master's fighting method that was completely different from that of the martial arts master. Seeing that Fan Yong's movements became sluggish, he suddenly exerted force on his arm and slashed at Xu Zhuhou with his sword, trying to use the force to distance himself.

"Without the help of a magic sound master, you will die for a small first-class man!" Xu Zhuhou blasted away Qin Mo's sword with one punch, and the air exploded, creating a sonic boom.

Without Jiang Xiaohuang's musical assistance, in terms of pure strength, Qin Mo could not match the strength of his second-grade martial artist.

The fists and swords were exchanged, the energy was flowing, and the Qin Mo sword blade fell off his hand.

"Without weapons, it would be easy to kill you."

The bloodthirsty gleam in Xu Zhuhou's eyes became even more intense, and his hair was white and swollen with anger, and his roots were like arrows.

"It's really troublesome." Qin Mo ignored Xu Zhuhou and looked at the weapon stuck at his feet. His arm suddenly raised with a cold light like lightning.

laugh----

Not far away, Fan Yong's throat was directly penetrated by a blade.
Chapter completed!