The blood-red sword seemed to be about to slash the sky and the earth, and the golden giant shield emitted a sacred light to protect the tense knights.
Although Chu Mo called this sword style "Cow Cutting Style" and its name is quite embarrassing, in fact, the sword technique is extremely domineering and extremely powerful.
With the sword force, you can cut the sky and the earth...
But if the power of this sword technique is extremely domineering, it requires extremely harsh conditions.
This condition is human anger.
When a person is angry, he can stimulate all his potential, and if he is forced out, he can cut the sky and the earth.
This sword style is created by defiance of the sky, and the more vivid one should be called the defiance of the sky.
Unfortunately, in Chu Mo's opinion, the people who are killed by this knife are just cows, dogs and beasts, so this knife style is called the cow chopping style.
Chu Mo used this sword gesture, thinking of the tragic death of blood and the ugly face of the six-winged angel, the anger in his heart burned...
The knife style suddenly danced, and his movements were so slow in the eyes of the knights, but just such slow movements seemed so heavy at this moment.
Chu Mo's figure seemed a little blurred to everyone, but he vaguely found that he had separated several figures.
Every move of the hand knife will make people's heart tremble inexplicably...
The blood boiled, and the faces became red due to congestion.
"Hu Wuming, let you taste my anger over the past three years!" Chu Mo roared with a ferocious face and grinned.
Then he slashed away with his hand knife, and a blood-red sword roared through the air with a roar, slashing towards the giant golden shield with a rainbow.
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Chu Mo's originally faint and faint figure became full again, and a strong aura emanated from his body, and the vast power fluctuated and shaking in the square.
At this moment, Chu Mo seemed to suddenly become tall, like a giant leaning against the sky and the earth giving people a heavy sense of oppression, which made everyone feel suffocating. At this moment, a breath of death filled the valley.
Yes, yes, it's the breath of death.
Faced with this powerful aura, the blood-red sword was beside each knight felt that death was so close to them.
Chu Mo's originally dark eyes burned with a blood-red anger.
This is the blood-colored Tai Chi true qi in his body that is moving wildly.
It urged the internal force of his whole body and was running wildly. If he didn't slash the knife at this time, his body might also explode.
Although the sword Mang had already been slashed out, the endless blood-colored sword Mang continued to rush forward.
This simple-looking knife is actually like a wave in the sea. After one wave, another wave comes. The internal force slashes out and surges out again. The internal force that continues to gush out replenishes the knife that has just been slashed out. Who can take such a knife between heaven and earth?
Hu Wuming held up a giant golden shield in his hand, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He could feel the sword slashed in front of him. The powerful power, compared with his fighting spirit, was like a small boat in the sea. How could he withstand the attack of the sea?
"Chu Mo, I'm fighting with you!" Hu Wuming had forgotten everything at this moment. Although he knew that his current strength could not defeat Chu Mo, the honor of being a talented warrior in the mainland should not be lost. With a loud roar, the fighting spirit in his whole body was burning, and the energy of the giant golden shield hit the blood-red sword.
"How can the light of fireflies compete with the sun and the moon?" Chu Mo's mouth raised gently, and a trace of contempt flashed in his dark pupils, and he said proudly.
The magic robe he was wearing was automatically, and if you looked carefully, it would not be difficult to find that his eyes were pitch black and there were no whites in his eyes, like two black holes.
There was no slight anger there, like a deep abyss of hell, without any signs of life, and it made people feel a urge to sink and destruction.
"This?" Looking at Chu Mo's eyes, Hu Wuming, who had originally aroused the last desire to fight, felt the panic from the bottom of his heart.
The knife had already slashed away, and the blood-colored knife hit the golden light, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed.
The rumbling explosion sounded, the strong wind raged, and the sand and stones flew. For a moment, no one could open his eyes to see this extraordinary battle.
"Yes, I can block my sword!" Chu Mo's laughter came from the ears of the knights in the flying sand and rocks.
"The young master blocked the devil's sword?" The knights who were already a little desperate suddenly felt a surge of hope of survival. Some of them were already wiped away tears, and some were kneeling on the ground, desperately thanking the angels of heaven who blessed them.
Chu Mo stood aside and looked at all this coldly.
He glanced at the tiger standing opposite him, blood was constantly rising from the corners of his mouth.
In a voice that only the two of them heard, "Humans often do this sometimes. You just need to give them a signal to survive, and they will catch the straw in the water and think there is hope."
Hu Wuming just took Chu Mo's sword, and the tiger's mouth had already been torn apart, his arms were numb and he lost consciousness. At this moment, he could no longer lift the golden sword and the golden shield. He heard Chu Mo's words, and he was even more powerless to refute, so he had to stare at Chu Mo with his eyes.
If his eyes could kill people, he would never recommend killing Chu Mo tens of millions of times.
It's a pity that this is just if.
"I really like to break through and pour a large basin of cold water when my enemies are happy. When I see their expressions that have transformed from happiness and glory into despair and fear in an instant, it feels so good. Now I want to see your subordinates, their despairing expressions." Chu Mo smiled cruelly.
His voice was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly stabbing into Hu Wuming's mouth, and then sprinkled a lot of salt on these wounds. This pain could no longer be described in words.
There was fear and shock in Hu Wuming's eyes. He could not imagine that the man in front of him would be so perverted and cruel...
"Long'er, remember that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself; in order not to be cruel to ourselves, we can only be crueler to the enemy." Chu Mo said as if he was talking to himself.
"Boss, Long'er remembers..." A colorful light flashed between Chu Mo's waist.
After saying that, Chu Mo turned around and walked towards Hu Wuming. Every time he took a step forward, the earth trembled, and an invisible pressure surged forward. The great pressure was as heavy as Mount Tai.
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When he walked to Hu Wuming's side, the knights had already been forced back by Chu Mo's invisible force...
The knights who survived the disaster had long forgotten to celebrate because they realized that just blocking the attack of the "black-haired devil" was just the beginning, and it was far from enough. They were still standing at the door of hell.
This terrible devil is approaching them step by step.
At this moment, the invisible power turned virtual to real, forming an energy storm among the crowd, and bursts of thunder came from the void.
A 'boom' sound of earth-shaking sound broke out, and the ground between the crowd was bombarded with this invisible force to create a large pit nearly two meters deep.
"Now do you dare to take my knife?" Chu Mo smiled proudly, pointed his sword at everyone, and asked evilly.
"Ah... don't..." Faced with this terrifying power, a knight could no longer bear the boundless torture, and had already kneeled down on the ground and cried and begged for mercy.
"Chu Mo... you can't kill me... If you kill me, you will regret it..." Hu Wuming's eyes were full of fear. He was wearing the war god's arms and said trembling all over.
When he wore a magic weapon like the God of War Armed, he still felt Chu Mo's coldness that penetrated his skin. Facing Chu Mo's absolutely powerful strength, the magic weapon was just as useless as a piece of tofu at this moment.
"Give me a reason not to kill you!" Chu Mo said lightly with that iconic evil smile.
"If you kill me, the heavenly gods will not let you go..." Hu Wuming said hurriedly as if he had grabbed the last straw.
"Idiot, even if I don't kill you, I will not let them go. Now please give me a greeting to the heavenly gods on my behalf!" Chu Mo smiled evilly, but his faint words revealed endless murderous intent.
The blood-colored sword light, nearly five feet long, was as brilliant as a rainbow, and was as powerful as a divine punishment. It cut through the void and fell straight down. In the valley, there were gusts of wind and thunder, strong winds and sand and dust covering the sky.
The power of this sword has made the heaven and earth lose its beauty!
The terrifying energy fluctuates vastly between heaven and earth, and the invisible pressure surges like an angry wave. The trees in the valley have long been thorned into pieces by the violent energy...
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An American, a Japanese and a Chinese were exploring in the jungle, but they were all captured by the cannibal tribe.
The tribe chief said: I am in a good mood today and I won’t eat you, but you all have to get 100 robberies. Before getting robberies, you can realize a wish.
The American was the one who got beaten up first, and he asked him to put 10 seat cushions on his butt.
After cushioning, the rifle fell like raindrops. At first, the 70 board was still fine. After 70 boards, the seat cushion was broken, and then the board was beaten to death. The American man walked away with his bloody butt.
Seeing this, the Japanese asked to put 10 mattresses on them. After the 100 boards were finished, the Japanese stood up and patted their butts, and then proudly boasted about their imitation and recreational abilities. They sat on the side and wanted to watch the Chinese show.
It was the Chinese turn. The Chinese slowly lay down and said leisurely: Come on, put the little Japanese on me.