NOVEL NEXT Chapter 17 Vintage Polygonum multiflorum
"Fire knife breaks!"
Dacheng's Fiery Sword Technique was unleashed, and all his energy was concentrated on his hands, slashing towards Zhao Tian.
"Well done!"
There was no fear on Zhao Tian's face, but a sneer on his face.
"Qingfeng Sword Technique!"
A sharp force instantly spread out, the power gathered in both hands, and the Bailian long sword thrust out at an extremely fast speed like the wind.
"Clang!"
The sound of swords clashing instantly sounded, dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew everywhere.
After the collision, the two of them fell back one after another.
However, it was obvious that Zhao Tian was superior. He just took a step back, stabilized his body, and stabbed with the sword again.
On the other hand, Huang Meng retreated several meters and stabbed his sword back into the ground before he stabilized his body.
Looking at the sword that was coming straight at him, Huang Meng had a hint of fear in his expression. He had no time to dodge, so he could only draw out the sword and slash forward.
Zhao Tian's figure was seen dodging to the side.
Huang Meng's sword only left a wound on his ribs, and blood spurted out.
At the same time, Zhao Tian's long sword directly pierced Huang Meng's throat.
With eyes wide open and an expression of unwillingness, Huang Meng lost his breath and fell heavily to the ground.
"You should be proud that something like an ant actually hurt me."
Zhao Tian's face turned pale. It was impossible to kill an opponent of the same level without consumption or injury.
However, his injuries were not serious and he could recover after a few days of rest.
Chen Mo, who was hiding in the dark, felt slightly disappointed when he looked at the scene in front of him.
This Huang Meng is a little too weak!
He couldn't even injure Zhao Tian seriously.
Looking at the exhausted and injured Zhao Tian ahead, Chen Mo thought about whether to take action?
With Zhao Tian's behavior, he will definitely do something to himself when he returns. Now is an opportunity to kill him while he is sick.
However, given the current situation, I am not completely sure.
After thinking for a while, Chen Mo decided to take action. He was now attacking with all his strength, and he was no longer weaker than the second-rate masters in the early stage.
There is no way to be timid when practicing. What's more, if you don't take action now, you will wait for this guy to recover and be healed, and you will be no match.
No longer hesitating, Chen Mo looked fierce, and soon, he walked around behind Zhao Tian.
All the strength in his body exploded in his hands, and in an instant, he appeared behind Zhao Tian, slashing towards Zhao Tian with the big knife in his hand.
Zhao Tian, who was about to pick up the body, immediately realized the danger and turned around instantly.
The hundred-refined sword in his hand was blocked in front of him, and the powerful force made him take several steps back.
Seeing that the attack failed, Chen Mo was not disappointed.
Powerful power burst out, and then attacked Zhao Tian fiercely.
Zhao Tian looked a little surprised when he saw the person who took action. He couldn't imagine why Chen Mo was still alive?
Moreover, his strength is not inferior to that of second-rate masters in the early stage.
However, in just a blink of an eye, he immediately came back to his senses, turned all his strength, and attacked.
The swords collided in an instant, fire shot out, and the sounds of fighting and iron horses continued to sound.
"You kid, you've hidden it well enough, and you actually have the early-stage strength of a second-rate master.
I have always underestimated you, but if you dare to attack me, you are seeking your own death. "
Zhao Tian looked at Chen Mo with an arrogant expression.
"Really? It's not certain who will live and who will die."
Powerful power exploded, and Chen Mo's first-level Golden Body Art was fully launched.
This puts him on par with the second-rate masters in terms of strength in the early stage, and his defense may be even stronger.
The swords kept clashing, and blood kept flowing out.
Fierce fighting, life and death fight, trees flying all around!
The longer the fight went on, the more frightened Zhao Tian became.
He couldn't understand that the guy in front of him was obviously one step behind the early stage of the second-rate masters, but his strength was not weak at all, and his speed was no worse than his own.
What's even more frightening is that this guy's physical strength and toughness are much stronger than mine.
The wound from the fight with Huang Meng just now was deteriorating and bleeding.
At this moment, Zhao Tian was sweating profusely, and his physical strength dropped significantly.
Looking at Chen Mo on the opposite side, he became more and more courageous as he fought, completely like a madman.
If this continues, Zhao Tian feels that he will really lose.
"Impossible, how could I lose to you, an outer disciple? And I'm a level higher than you."
Zhao Tian's face was fierce, and he kept swinging the long sword in his hand, and powerful power exploded.
Chen Mo was not afraid at all. This intense feeling of fighting made him feel more satisfied than ever before.
The powerful force also exploded in an instant.
Blood continued to flow, and the two men were covered with scars. However, Zhao Tian's attack hit Chen Mo like a stone.
Just piercing the surface of the skin rarely hurts the bones. On the other hand, Chen Mo became more and more excited and hit harder and harder.
Zhao Tian turned into a bloody man in an instant.
"How is it possible? How can your physical fitness be stronger than mine?"
Zhao Tian looked at Chen Mo in front of him who was also seriously injured. There was no excitement on his face, but instead he was filled with horror and disbelief.
Because the injuries on his body are more serious at this moment, and if this continues, he will definitely die.
"Insects don't need to know so much."
It was completely impossible for Chen Mo to hold back at this moment, his expression was fierce and his sword was deadly.
Hearing these words, Zhao Tian remembered what he had just said to Huang Meng, and now he was in the same situation.
"You, an outer disciple, dare to call me a bug. I want you to die."
Zhao Tian's face was full of madness. He knew that he must also have the consciousness of death, otherwise he would definitely die.
Zhao Tian tried his best to take action, which made Chen Mo feel pressured.
Time passed minute by minute, ten minutes later.
Blood flowed on the ground, and a body fell heavily.
"Huh...huh."
Chen Mo gasped for air, his whole body was full of scars, but he was the final winner after all.
"I actually lost!"
With a face full of disbelief, Zhao Tian fell to the ground, dying, and kept staring at Chen Mo.
"Actually, I don't want to offend you, but if you want to kill me, I can only kill you. After all, I want to live."
Chen Mo looked at Zhao Tian, then stabbed him down, killing him completely.
After hearing these words before he died, Zhao Tian also felt a trace of regret. If he hadn't taken the initiative to find Chen Mo, he might not have died.
...............
After finishing everything, Chen Mo simply bandaged himself, then picked up the body, wiped out the traces of the body, and quickly left Wushan with his seriously injured body.
As night fell, Chen Mo was sitting in the room with many parts of his body bandaged.
But his expression was full of excitement as he counted the things he had found from Huang Meng and Zhao Tian.
In total, there are 180 taels of silver.
The most important thing is that there is also a high-grade Huang-level boxing book, and the rest of the techniques have not reached this level.
Looking at this top-grade boxing technique, Chen Mo was thinking about whether he should practice it. After all, with his current strength, it would be difficult to use it even if he practiced it.
Generally speaking, it takes at least the late stage of a second-rate master to have enough energy in his body to perform high-level moves.
Even if he is a master of both internal and external cultivation, Chen Mo can only let go of it with regret.
Then, he looked at Huang Jie's middle-grade Qingfeng sword technique. Chen Mo felt the power of this sword technique personally.
If not, Zhao Tian would have exhausted too much energy and he would be the one who died.
Originally, Chen Mo preferred to use the sword, but of course there were some martial arts moves to practice in front of him?
Now that there is a stronger one, he is naturally willing to switch to it.
Then he looked at the 20-year-old Polygonum multiflorum placed in the center of the table.