“…”

Feeling Zhang Liao's aura, Chen Mo did not dare to be negligent, and immediately raised his spear to resist. With a clang, the huge force actually caused the horse hooves under Chen Mo's crotch to sink deep into the soil.

What a strong force...

Chen Mo was shocked and felt his hands numb. He was about to use all his strength to bounce it away, but Zhang Liao shouted violently, frowned, gritted his teeth, and pressed heavily on the sabre of his right hand.

"Boom!" But with a roar, the ground under the black wind horse's hooves shattered, appearing like a spider-web-like cracks.

What a strong force!

Before Chen Mo could sigh in his heart, he suddenly felt a powerful aura quickly gathering on the sabre in Zhang Liao's hand. When recalling the scene just now, Chen Mo was shocked and subconsciously turned around. At this moment, Zhang Liao's hand cut off a sword again burst out from his hand, stabbing a Yuan Shu soldier behind Chen Mo to a heart-warming heart.

"Hide well!" Zhang Liao shouted loudly and tried hard until the veins in his right hand burst out.

"Wen Yuan!" Chen Mo frowned, flapped his arms, bounced away the sabre in Zhang Liao's hand, and pointed the tip of the spear straight at Zhang Liao's left leg.

Chen Mo's original intention was to stab Zhang Liao's left leg to force him to retreat, but he never expected that Zhang Liao would not dodge or avoid it, and the slashing saber in his right hand slashed at Chen Mo again.

Is it necessary to do this?

Chen Mo was both angry and shocked. He immediately turned his spear and picked up the sabre that Zhang Liao cut off. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a flash of cold light in front of him, and then his right abdomen became cold and the pain was unbearable.

He jumped back with a horse's belly and Chen Mo was shocked to see that Zhang Liao's left hand had also held a sabre that was the same as his right hand.

“…”

Only then did Chen Mo notice that there were scabbards hanging on each side of Zhang Liao's waist.

Two? Kill the saber...

In Chen Mo's astonished gaze, Zhang Liao held a small-sized slashing sabre weighing 46 kilograms in his hands. He held his right hand down behind his waist, and held his left hand horizontally in front of his chest, looking directly at Chen Mo with his eyes.

"This posture..." Chen Mo opened his mouth slightly.

Very familiar...

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Chapter completed!