Perhaps because he was worried that Han Mo would not be able to take the other party, Jin Tong was the strongest of all three people, leaving only one relatively weak person to Han Mo.

Han Mo didn't have time to say more about this. He drew a curve in his hand and blocked the guy who was rushing towards him. Although this guy was much weaker than Dongfang Xiang, his strength still reached the level of a seven-yuan martial artist. It would be a bit difficult to deal with it.

Of course, since Han Mo can attack his spiritual sense, he will not be idle. He hurriedly mobilizes his spiritual sense and forms an invisible sharp blade to shoot at the servant. The spiritual sense power cuts the space and runs quickly towards the servant.

But Han Mo originally thought that such a blow would definitely attack the opponent. Just when the spiritual blade was about to attack the guy, the guy's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, twisted his feet on the ground, and threw his body out. The spiritual blade almost shot towards the guy's face.

"How could this happen? Why could he feel the attack of the spiritual sense?" Han Mo thought with some confusion that Dongfang Xiang could not even feel it. There was no reason why he could feel it, even if his strength was even weaker.

What was even more surprising was Han Mo's opponent. The student looked at Han Mo's pupils and shook his face and murmured: "How did this guy attack? Why did his body not move? If I hadn't been a wind-attributed fighting spirit this time, I was very sensitive to the fluctuations of the surrounding air, and I might have really been hit."

"Fighting energy at the wind attribute?" Han Mo's mouth raised slightly when he heard this. The student was talking to himself, undoubtedly only speaking in front of Han Mo, his ears squirmed slightly. Han Mo now knew the other party's background and became much bolder to start.

"drink!"

With a light shout, Han Mo's body directly lifted several meters. Before attacking, his spiritual power was mobilized again, forming two sharp blades and a giant hammer at one time, almost breaking through the space and shooting towards the student.

Han Mo did not put much expectation on these three strikes, and his body rushed with the three spiritual powers. It was obvious that these three strikes were just to attract the other party's attention.

Sure enough, after the first encounter, the student became more vigilant about Han Mo. At the moment when Han Mo made some moves, he hurriedly mobilized all the fighting spirit in his body. He felt the surrounding air fluctuations and quickly locked into Han Mo's three spiritual attacks.

"Come again." The guy muttered, his figure flashed rapidly in the air, and easily avoided Han Mo's spiritual attack. However, when he thought the danger was lifted, Han Mo's long sword arrived as scheduled.

"it's over!"

Han Mo's lips opened lightly, and the next second after he finished speaking, drops of blood dripped from the long sword. Then, the figure standing on Han Mo's side fell straight down, and a faint dust rose after falling to the ground.

Looking at the blood marks in the guy's throat, the evil corners of Han Mo's mouth rose. This was the end of an event that was too focused. Just now, this guy was only focused on capturing Han Mo's spiritual attack, but even Han Mo himself ignored it.

Now Han Mo has truly experienced the benefits of the power of spiritual consciousness. Not only can he attack without realizing the gods, but he can also perfectly lock in the things around him. Even if someone attacks, he can feel it in advance.

He pulled out the other party's ring, and did Han Mo stay at all, and his eyes flashed again, and his figure flashed a few times to block a student.

Seeing that Han Mo had dealt with one person so quickly, Jin Tong and the three students who fought against Jin Tong were all stunned, and their eyes were "swish" and the students who were lying motionless in the pool of blood.

"Tie Mo died? Han Mo killed Tie Mo?"

This time, everyone realized that Han Mo was not simple. If Han Mo had injured Dongfang Xiang before because Dongfang Xiang made a mistake, what would this mean? Does Han Mo really have the strength to kill the seven-yuan martial artist?

"Kill Han Mo."

Someone took the lead and shouted. The six people except Dongfang Xiang rushed towards Han Mo, intending to kill Han Mo directly. As for the others, it doesn't matter whether they kill them or not. Anyway, Dongfang Xiang wants something from Han Mo and Han Mo's life.

"Do you think we are not human?" Zi Yan and Zi Yan's two friends said angrily, with a few flashes of their bodies blocking their opponents again. Although Zi Yan's battle was very difficult, self-protection was enough. The poor thing was Zi Yan's two friends, and fighting against one of them seemed extremely dangerous.

"Do it!"

Han Mo didn't want to delay time. Although Dongfang Xiang and a seven-yuan martial artist were missing, the situation still did not improve much. Zi Yan and the other two are still in a fierce battle, so there are dangers at any time.

Han Mo also knew that the most important thing was not the current battle, but the final combat skills. If the combat skills were lost and the other person took the opportunity to take his life, it would take a few seconds.

This time, Han Mo did not hesitate at all and directly used the power of spiritual consciousness. He used the old method directly, and several magical powers were cushioned in front of him and followed him.

Han Mo didn't need to worry whether the other party knew the existence of the spiritual attack. If he didn't know, it would be better. It would be more convenient to attack after hitting the other party. If he could feel it, then the old method would be the same.

This time, Han Mo was very relaxed. The other party had never fought with Han Mo. He had not realized that the spiritual attack had approached. Two sharp blades directly cut off the student's arms. A huge hammer in the middle drove the guy backwards, and a mouthful of blood spurted out to the sky.

From beginning to end, the student didn't know what was going on, he only knew that his arms had lost consciousness in a heart-wrenching pain.

Seeing Han Mo simply deal with one person again, the rest of the people took a breath, with a hint of horror and timidity in their eyes.

Dongfang Xiang's face was already frightened and bloodless, stopping the blood on his shoulders, and got up and rushed towards Han Mo.

At this time, Dongfang Xiang must go with everyone. If Han Mo solves his people one by one, he will have to crush the space summoning stone.

"Hmph!" Just as he blocked one of Zi Yan's opponents, Han Mo felt Dongfang Xiang rushing over, his mouth slightly raised, opened the distance between him and the student, and blew his palm towards Dongfang Xiang.

"Shocking Palm!" Dongfang Xiang was not willing to be outdone and directly used the advanced Xuan-level combat skills. The injured right hand only drooped, and his left hand blasted towards Han Mo.

Feeling the opponent's pressure, Han Mo's eyelids trembled. When facing Dongfang Xiang's combat skills, Han Mo's only way was to use the combat skills, otherwise he would not be able to resist Dongfang Xiang at all, and the gap between him and the Qiyuan Martial Artsman was absolutely at a disadvantage in this situation.

"Xuanyue Palm!"

Xuanyun Jue is originally a fighting qi type combat skill. It is to run the fighting qi on a special track and finally explode out forcibly to double its attack power. Therefore, this combat skill is completely unrestrained. The great success of cultivation can be said to be a way to reach out, whether it is used on weapons or bare hands.

The two powerful combat skills quietly touched each other. With a loud bang, Han Mo's right shoulder felt a numbness, and his feet couldn't help but retreated for more than ten steps. Each step was a deep mark.

Dongfang Xiang was not much better, and a gust of blood surged in his heart. How could his body, who had already been subjected to this kind of bombardment? His right shoulder, which had finally stopped bleeding, burst out blood again after the bombardment.

Han Mo thought to himself that the opportunity was good, so he hurriedly mobilized his spiritual sense and instantly condensed into a huge big sword, descending from the sky to chop towards Dongfang Xiang. Perhaps because the move was too big this time, it actually brought out the whistling sound of the wind, and even if Dongfang Xiang couldn't see it, he could hear it.

"Young Master Dongfang, be careful!"

Dongfang Xiang's footsteps seemed to stick to the ground and could not move for a second. Fortunately, the student who had fought with Han Mo before rushed over and pushed Dongfang Xiang out, but he was cut in half by the sword of spiritual consciousness, and the blood exploded in all directions. Even Han Mo felt nauseous in such a scene.

"Crazy, this is a madman, it is a madman..." Dongfang Xiang saw his subordinates die like this, and in such a cruel way, and a hint of fear suddenly surged in his heart. People are like this, and they are always full of fear about what has happened until now, and Dongfang Xiang is no exception.

Han Mo had no intention of chasing Dongfang Xiang at this time, and his head was in pain with his hands.

"Damn it, the call of spiritual consciousness is too big, and it has been backfired." Han Mo murmured, feeling a little regretful, why are you so impulsive? Even if you didn't attack like that, Han Mo was confident to achieve the same effect. Frequent use of spiritual consciousness was already consumed a lot, and this time it almost made Han Mo faint.

"Boy, you really want to live. Is this how the spiritual consciousness is used?" The mysterious figure appeared in Han Mo's mind again. Seeing Han Mo so crazy, I couldn't help but say a few words.

"Why didn't you say it earlier? I've suffered backlash." Han Mo said with some heartache. This was the first time he used his spiritual power to fight in real battle, and Han Mo didn't expect it to be like this.

"It's no difference between talking early and late. Keep fighting. The power of spiritual consciousness has no effect on people with Yanwu's physique. If you use it once, it will not hinder your future cultivation. As long as you can tolerate the pain of backlash." The mysterious man said and wanted to leave, as if he thought of something, he continued: "It's the way you are. If you are not cruel, who will be cruel for you? Remember, don't stay one!"

The mysterious man's words echoed in Han Mo's mind. He calmed down the sea of ​​consciousness of the riot, and then raised the corners of his mouth again. Since it would not affect the future, Han Mo would not be polite.

After living for so long, Han Mo is the hardest thing to suffer. This pain is not as great as Han Mo's heart tempering.

"Dongfang Xiang, die!" Han Mo shouted loudly, his feet focused on the ground, and his body shot out like a cannonball.

"Madman, you are a madman..." Dongfang Xiang looked at Han Mo who was rushing towards him with a angrily face and whispered with a look of death. He hurriedly took out the space summoning stone in the ring. Now his only thought was to feel like he crushed the space summoning stone and leave here quickly. As long as he left here, he would take revenge whenever he had some things in the future.
Chapter completed!