Plop!!!

Fan Yong's tall body fell down, raising dust, and blood gushed out from his throat. In just a moment, his throat was penetrated by a flying knife, and he could not die anymore.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, and Fan Yong fell not far from Jiang Xiaohuang.

Even Jiang Xiaohuang, who was playing war music, had a look of astonishment on his face.

She controlled Fan Yong and made Fan Yong slow down, as if he was trapped in a deep swamp, in order to let Qin Mo use his sword to kill him.

Qin Mo's flying knife is stronger than his sword skills.

"What a fast flying knife!"

Xu Zhuhou subconsciously covered his chest with both hands.

His eyes were as gloomy as water. He originally thought he had shot down Qin Mo Jianwu, but without the sword weapon, he could easily kill Qin Mo with his fists.

But judging from the speed of this flying knife, Qin Mo's flying knife skills far surpassed his sword skills!

Qin Mo fought against him but never used his strongest elemental skill.

Xu Zhuhou understood now and took a breath of cool air.

If you haven't used your strongest elemental skill, you haven't used it.

Qin Mo originally carried out this mission to hone his fighting skills. His sword skills are Ming, and his flying knife skills should be used if possible. If he uses them, he must kill with one hit.

But it was obvious that without the assistance of Jiang Xiaohuang and using only swordsmanship to fight Xu Zhuhou and Fan Yong, it would be difficult for Qin Mo to defeat one of them head-on. Fan Yong and Xu Zhuhou would have no chance if they joined forces.

"Scoff——" At this moment, Jiang Rou's double blades exploded, her arms danced, the double blades cut rapidly at her fingertips, swinging away the short stick used to fight the cultists, her eyes narrowed, and the short blades pierced her heart.

Cultist, die!

On the other side, Shan Xin's sword skills exploded, and the heavy blade was smashed down like crazy iron. With the violent sword skills, the opposing cultists had no chance to fight back.

His strength was not weaker than Shan Xin's, and his Yuan skills were not weaker than Shan Xin's, but the weapon gap was too big. He was chopped several times, the stick was full of gaps, iron filings were flying everywhere, and his face was scratched by the sputtering debris.

bloodstains.

Shan Xin knew this and understood that he didn't need to use his sword skills at all, and quickly turned his sword skills into brute force chopping.

Anyway, weapons have an advantage. As long as he smashes the cultist's weapons, he will win.

Really compared to Yuan skill and speed, he has no advantage.

"Bang!" There was another collision, and the cultist's iron rod broke from the gap.

"Shameless." The cultist yelled angrily. You are a powerful imperial martial artist who specializes in picking out weak points of people's weapons and using them to bully people. Are you still a human being?

Worse than us cult warriors.

Shan Xin snorted coldly, didn't talk nonsense to him, and directly slashed the thin-looking middle-aged man in front of him to death.

So far, among the five first-grade cultists, except for the one killed by Qin Mo, Shan Xin and Jiang Rou have each killed one.

On the other side, Cheng Xi also used a movement technique to dodge, then struck the old woman cultist on the temple with a palm, killing her opponent.

Among the four, only Hong Meng, who had not broken through to the first level, did not have an advantage against the cult martial artist.

But there is no advantage, and he is not at a disadvantage either.

After entering the Imperial Martial Arts, Hong Meng's physical fitness improved, and his Yuan skills were also taught by his mentor. He was in the pseudo-first-level realm and was fully capable of dealing with the first-level cult masters head-on.

"It's done, the only thing missing are the two first-grade ones... huh? One of them is dead." Shan Xin killed his opponent, dragging the machete with one hand, and looked at Fan Yong in surprise, who was lying in a pool of blood not far away.

How did you die?

A second-grade martial artist died like this?

The key is that there is still no one around who can kill a second-grade martial artist.

Could it be that the instructor in the carriage took action?

Not only was Shan Xin surprised, Jiang Rou and Cheng Xi were also confused after they killed the cultists.

They couldn't afford to be distracted while fighting the cultists.

"They are all dead." Except for himself, all the cultists were killed. There were corpses everywhere, and Xu Zhuhou's heart sank to the bottom of his heart.

At first, Xu Zhuhou was very happy to see that it was just a group of students from Wuhan University who wanted to arrest them.

It was not until later that I sensed that there was a tutor from Wuhan University in the car.

Xu Zhuhou understands that no matter what happens today, he will die.

He can die, but before he dies, he will kill a few Wuhan University students to take his place.

A group of first-grade martial arts masters dared to arrest them, and there was also a fake first-grade martial artist. In his eyes, these people were no different from chickens and dogs.

He and Fan Yong were enough to sweep through a group of first-class warriors.

But now, Xu Zhuhou is keeping an eye on Qin Mo.

The strong energy and blood kept locking him, and as long as he tried to escape, he would die.

"If you really use me as a second-grade martial artist as a whetstone, even if you die, I will drag you on my back." Xu Zhuhou stopped hesitating, stepped forward suddenly, and rushed towards Qin Mo like a phantom.

Although Qin Mo's flying knife was fast, he didn't believe he would die.

Qin Mo was able to kill Fan Yong only because Fan Yong was controlled by his speed and was trapped deep in the swamp-like demonic sound. His speed was greatly reduced and Qin Mo killed him with one blow.

Boom~~~

The sound of the piano suddenly started.

Xu Zhuhou's expression changed.

"No need." The moment Qin Mo's voice sounded, a flying knife appeared on his fingertips.

Xu Zhuhou caught a glimpse of the flying knife in Qin Mo's palm, and immediately tensed up, but his speed did not decrease but increased, and he tightened his alloy gloves.

"Viper Fist!!!" His right fist hit Qin Mo. Xu Zhuhou's remaining hand was still protecting his whole body. As long as he was not hit by Qin Mo's flying knife in a fatal position, he would be sure to receive a direct blow from Qin Mo.

Kill Qin Mo.

call out!!!!

At this moment, Qin Mo raised his arm again, and the flying knife pierced the air and turned into a bolt of lightning.

"So fast." Xu Zhuhou used his mental power to the extreme. He grabbed the flying knife with his left arm and continued to bombard Qin Mo's head with his right fist remaining unabated.

He was very excited and did not hesitate to lose both sides.

Tsk~~~~

The flying knife first collided with Xu Zhuhou's left arm. The speed of the flying knife that easily penetrated the skin suddenly slowed down, and then was completely stuck by the bone.

Xu Zhuhou has also tempered his body. Although he has not reached the bronze skin and iron bone realm, there is no problem at all in sacrificing an arm to block Qin Mo's flying knife.

"Die!" Xu Zhuhou's heart and blood surged as he looked at Qin Mo's head, which was close at hand. As long as he caught it, Qin Mo would die.

"Chi~~~~" At this moment, a sound so slight that it was almost imperceptible flashed past my ears.

Xu Zhuhou felt that his throat became extremely cold, and the movements of his hands became slower and slower. Blood spurted out, the world in front of him turned into blood, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

A bloody hole quietly bloomed in Xu Zhuhou's throat.

Double sword!!!

Xiao Li's flying knives broke through the fifth stage. The power of the two flying knives released by Qin Mo at once will not be reduced at all, and they can also attack different positions of the enemy.

Xu Zhuhou only blocked Qin Mo's first flying knife, but he never thought that Qin Mo had a second one.

In fact, even if he knew, he couldn't stop it.

If you block Qin Mo, one of his hands will be destroyed.

Bang!!!

Xu Zhuhou's blood-covered body hit the ground. At this point, all six cult warriors from the cult of gods were dead.

"This knife-throwing skill."

"His Xiao Li Feidao is at least the fifth dan."

Among everyone, the most surprised one was Cheng Xi. Cheng Xi, who lived in the same city as Qin Mo, knew that the creator of "Little Li Flying Knife" was Qin Mo, and he also understood that the straight man in Jincheng Military News and Qin Mo were the same person.

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Writers can automatically evolve the original skills of writing martial arts articles, she knows it.

But how long has it been since Qin Mo created "Xiao Li's Flying Knife", a yellow-level high-grade flying knife skill? So quickly, Qin Mo has reached the fifth level of practice?

Are you still human?
Chapter completed!