"You're right, your life is indeed more valuable than your death."

Yu Mo pondered and nodded slightly.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and his expression became arrogant.

The eyes of some people watching became even more numb.

"But whether it is valuable or not, what does it have to do with me?"

"I'm just here to kill people."

"What you mentioned is something that only the Master of Mo Pavilion needs to consider."

"But unfortunately, he went into seclusion."

Yu Mo showed a smile.

The middle-aged man's expression was a little stiff, and his eyes became cold: "You want to kill me?"

"Even if I really follow Mo Pavilion's criminal law, I will not be punished to death."

"At best, he will be exiled to Sin City!"

The middle-aged man was a little in disbelief, and narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"oh."

Yu Mo nodded slightly, opened a backpack on the side of the wheelchair, and rummaged through it.

Finally, take out a token.

There is only one word on it...

'amnesty'

"It's what our ancestors left behind. With the token, it's not illegal to kill someone."

"You kill someone and you deserve to die."

"I am innocent of murder."

Yu Mo smiled and threw the token back into his backpack.

"Doesn't it feel unfair?"

"If you want to explain..."

"that is..."

"The merit you have done is not enough."

As the voice fell, a faint ray of energy radiated from Yu Mo's body.

There was a bit of murderous intent in the middle-aged eyes.

Just staring at Yu Mo so closely, the aura on his body exploded, a scimitar appeared and merged with himself, and he even jumped into the air.

It was impossible to tell whether he was going to take action or run away at the next second.

"Being below the fourth level of consciousness is just for strengthening the body. In this troubled world, you can be called an ant or cannon fodder."

"The four senses can integrate awakening objects into themselves, and the energy swims in the body, which is called...refined."

"The energy of the five senses is further deepened and stabilized. When paired with awakening objects, the lethality is greatly expanded, and the self is developed to the limit. Most people, throughout their lives, are trapped in this situation, which can be called...a prison."

"With six senses, you can perceive the power of heaven and earth, and use the elements of heaven and earth for your own use. You can fly to the sky, escape from the earth, change the geology, and condense water out of thin air. The energy in your body is endless. This state... is called extraordinary."

"The seven consciousnesses merge themselves into the mountains and seas. Where they are, there is a world. This state... is called mountains and rivers."

"Eight Awakening, the heart moves as it pleases, the wind stops as it pleases. Once the big roc goes away and the wind rises, it soars up to ninety thousand miles away. This state... can be called ninety thousand miles away."

"Nine sleeps..."

"Forget it, you don't deserve it."

Yu Mo smiled and shook his head, waving gently.

Behind him, a bloody long sword appeared out of thin air, floating above his head.

"But I'm different."

"I will not accept awakened things into my body."

"Don't enter this world."

"I am who I am."

"A sword is a sword."

"The first sword, Fuyao."

Yu Mo murmured softly, looking at Zhang Qing who had fled far away, and raised his fingers.

His face was still pale.

Sitting in a wheelchair, just like an ordinary person.

The long sword behind him suddenly split apart.

A somewhat illusory and blurry sword shot through the air, but in an instant, it struck Zhang Qing's back.

Zhang Qing's expression was solemn, and his figure paused in mid-air.

The energy surged and blocked the long sword named Fuyao, making his escape a little faster.

"The second sword..."

"Mountains and seas..."

Yu Mo whispered, and the long sword divided again.

A green sword body, accompanied by a sword chant, also shot through the air.

Mountains, seas, and Fuyao kept shuttling through the void, intercepting Zhang Qing's figure.

"The third sword..."

"Dragon Roar..."

Another sword, like a dragon's shadow, alternates with the mountains and seas, swaying and circling.

Zhang Qing's escape route was completely cut off.

The sword spirit may be elegant, sharp, or majestic.

They intertwined into a sword net in mid-air.

Zhang Qing's expression was solemn, and he paused in the void. On the scimitar, the crystal sparkled, and golden light floated on itself, forming an energy shield.

Instead, the roar of a tiger resounded.

A phantom tiger emerged from mid-air and confronted the three swords.

But even so, under the fierce sword energy, the phantom of the tiger has gradually become dim.

Taking advantage of this short gap, Zhang Qing escaped again.

"The fourth sword..."

"Breeze."

This time, not even the shadow of the sword could be seen, only a blur of green light flashed past.

When he looked again, a sword mark had appeared on Zhang Qing's chest.

The energy that protected the body suddenly shattered.

Streams of blood continued to drip down the sky.

Like a trapped animal, Zhang Qing let out a low roar and looked in the direction of Yu Mo with some disbelief: "How is that possible! Why do you have so many awakened objects!"

"I have seen many sword awakeners, but I have never seen such an offensive!"

"unless..."

Looking at Yu Mo in the wheelchair, Zhang Qing seemed to realize something: "Unless your long sword cannot penetrate the body, all powerful offensives will always be accompanied by weaknesses!"

"As long as I kill you, you can still live!"

While talking, Zhang Qing rushed towards Yu Mo desperately.

An energy shield appeared again, blocking the long sword offensive called 'Qingfeng'.

Yu Mo just sat in the wheelchair, always smiling.

Watching him calmly.

Seeing Zhang Qing getting closer and closer to me, even though he was covered in injuries...

Soon, soon!

Zhang Qing became a little crazy. As long as he rushed in front of this cripple, he could easily kill him.

Escape.
To be continued...