But Xiao Tianmo just looked at him without moving, with a smile on his face.

This slightly contemptuous expression hurt Lao Zhengqing again.

Finally, he took action.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

An ordinary machete came to Lao Zhengqing's hands and was still dancing to the point of being full of vigor.

Apart from failing to make a disturbing whistle, the power displayed by the machete is not reduced at all compared to the previous ancestral sword.

It can be seen that over the past few decades, Lao Zhengqing has mastered his ancestral sword skills to the point of perfection.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

The sword energy is ubiquitous, and every move is a killer move.

After a few breaths, Lao Zhengqing had already used seven or eight moves in a row.

But Xiao Tianmo on the opposite side easily avoided his attacks one after another after another after just dodging a few bodies.

After more than a dozen kills, Lao Zhengqing's confidence was greatly hit.

Every move he used just now was a trick that made him proud.

If it were an ordinary master, he would definitely die within three moves.

But Xiao Tianmo actually dodged him for more than a dozen moves in a row.

And he always looks calm and gentle.

This feeling was like he tried his best to punch, but found that the wall opposite was made of cotton.

His heart was in chaos.

He discovered a cruel reality.

He couldn't beat Xiao Tianmo at all.

It is said that the showdown between masters is sometimes only in one thought.

But in front of Xiao Tianmo, he was not qualified to say that he was a master.

"Are the performance finished?"

"It's my turn."

Xiao Tianmo suddenly chuckled and showed a strange smile.

This smile made Lao Zhengqing feel numb in his scalp.

He wanted to retreat, but for some reason, his body was out of control and had no time to exert force. Xiao Tianmo took action again and pinched the machete in his hand.

However, this time, Xiao Tianmo did not give him a chance to react.

While pinching the machete, his other hand had already clenched into a fist and hit Lao Zhengqing's heart.

Boom!

Lao Zhengqing only felt that his heart was run over by a large truck worth dozens of tons, and his whole body was about to be crushed.

At the same time, his mouth felt sweet and his blood was surging.

However, before the mouth of blood was spit out, the machete in his hand had already reached Xiao Tianmo's hand.

Puff!

It is the sound of metal piercing into the bones and blood.

Lao Zhengqing looked down and saw that the machete made of steel had already penetrated his chest.

All this is a long story, but in fact it only takes a moment.

When Lao Zhengqing saw that his chest was stained with blood, he realized that he had completely lost.

Not only did he lose his battle, but he also lost his life.

His consciousness began to blur.

He knew he was about to die.

The young man standing in front of him had a level that he could not reach even after spending most of his life.

But Xiao Tianmo didn't plan to just watch Lao Zhengqing die.

He grabbed Lao Zhengqing's collar, lifted the other party with one hand, and strode towards the dirt slope where he was before.

There is the stoutest fruit tree there.

There are words he carved with his fingers on the fruit tree.

Bang!

Xiao Tianmo directly pressed Lao Zhengqing on the fruit tree and said coldly: "What is written on it, read it out!"

Lao Zhengqing, covered in blood, looked at the four words on the fruit tree and his consciousness was a little blurred.

"read!"

Xiao Tianmo repeated again.

"Han...Han's restricted area."

Even a famous master like Lao Zhengqing, even a dying person, could feel the invisible pressure in Xiao Tianmo's voice.

He did not see the words on the fruit tree clearly, but he pronounced the four words by chance.

"Han's penalty area!"

What do these four words mean to the Han family?
Chapter completed!