Half kneeling on the ground on the left knee, Xu Mo gasped violently, and a large conical hole appeared on the knee of his right thigh, and the broken meniscus was lifted up in blood and staggered and hung on the side of his legs.

His opponent, the Iron Blood Elder, was still proudly standing there, but several pieces of broken armor were missing on his body. The blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth dyed the chest green, and a large hole was also cracked on its left ribs. The green fluorescent blood stained half of the body with shiny shiny.

Xu Mo, who stood up with one leg, took a few deep breaths. He had already put away his contempt for the old warrior in front of him. His judgment was correct. The Iron Blood Elder was indeed seriously injured. Although he couldn't see anything on the outside, every violent movement would make the old guy squirt blood, obviously the internal injury was very serious.

His strength and agility are not as good as Xu Mo, and he does not understand any profound martial arts skills, or his spear skills are very simple, and he only goes back and forth for a few strokes, but his understanding of combat is obviously higher than Xu Mo. Although the armor on his body is already ragged, the old warrior can make the best use of the protection of every piece of armor on his body in the battle between the two.

Xu Mo's attack was faster than him and stronger than him, but in the result of every fight, Xu Mo's wrist knife attack had to break the broken armor on the Iron Blood Elder's body first, and then leave slight wounds on the old man's body. However, the Iron Blood Elder's spear attack would bypass Xu Mo's armor every time, and poke blood holes on Xu Mo's body like laser guidance.

After fighting for a few minutes, Xu Mo realized that the Iron Blood Elder had very little movement. He would move his body slightly when the attacks were interlaced, and use the armor blocks of a certain part of his body to remove Xu Mo's attack. Then, when Xu Mo used his old move, he used a spear to leave a wound on him.

The only most successful attack from Xu Mo was the wound on the old soldier's left rib that was deep and visible to his bones, but the price he paid was his right leg. Obviously, this exchange was a loss for Xu Mo.

The shock in his heart could no longer be described in words. The combat skills of the old guy in front of him were almost extremely simple and could not be compared with those plot-powered people in the King of Fighters' world. But this is also a cutting-edge combat technique, as if allowing Xu Mo to see another combat world.

This kind of combat skill uses all kinds of protection and attack equipment on his body at its extreme limit. The ragged armor on the Iron Blood Elder now seems to be a heavy tank with reaction armor in Xu Mo's eyes, and the hunting spear is his invincible siege cannon.

In addition to the unusable Hell Fountain, Xu Mo used almost all of his combat skills. The instant step was indeed fast, but the Iron Blood Elder's rich combat experience and keen judgment made Xu Mo's instant step return without success every time. With the mountain back, Shan Lan needed to fight with her close body. It was not that Xu Mo did not have this opportunity, but that he did not dare to use it.

Every time he fights closely, the Iron Blood Elder will use the same move. Xu Mo only has 8 points of physical strength, and the last protein injection was given to Blackney. If the Iron Blood Elder's spear is really pierced through his head and heart, he will definitely die.

Thinking of this, Xu Mo looked at the respectable opponent on the other side and showed a regretful look. He lost this duel, and in fact, it also means the end of the battle. It is not that Xu Mo does not have the ability to kill the Iron Blood Elder, but that he is unwilling to use this method.

"Do you need to use plasma pulse cannons?" Elder Iron Blood shook his head regretfully. He was seriously injured. Every time he moved his body, it was very difficult, and even aggravated the heavy bleeding in his body. "No need to worry, rational use of any equipment on his body is the right hunting choice."

Xu Mo was silent, but the muzzle of the plasma pulse cannon on his shoulder gradually lit up. Seeing this scene, the Iron Blood Elder finally moved.

"Ao!" The old soldier opened his fangs at his mouth, stretched his right arm with the spear back violently, and leaned back hard, as if he had been pulled into a big bow, and then he suddenly stepped forward, swung his right arm forward like lightning, and the hunting spear disappeared in his hand.

"Woo!" The next second, a lightning was torn between Xu Mo and the Iron Blood Elder, and the air made a violent hissing sound. At this moment, Xu Mo felt the threat of death for the first time in this battle. He had only had time to fire the plasma pulse cannon on his shoulder towards the lightning, and he felt a pain in his chest and darkness in front of his eyes.

"Alfred, Chief Alfred!" In a daze, Xu Mo seemed to hear the summons from Heaven, and then felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the shouting began to become clear.

"Little Blackney!" Xu Mo slowly opened his eyes and saw Blackney beside him at first sight. The little guy's dirty little face wrinkled into a ball. After seeing Xu Mo wake up, he finally stretched out and narrowed his big eyes happily.

"You are so lucky. You haven't died like this!" Xie Qian, whose arms were broken, looked at the injuries on Xu Mo's chest and sighed.

"Ah!" As soon as Xie Qian reminded him, Xu Mo reluctantly stood up and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. When he looked down, his chest seemed to be a foot washbasin, with a large area sunken in the middle.

"This spear has broken all your sternum, and it is still bleeding heavily in your body!" Xie Qian handed Xu Mo a hunting spear whose spearhead had melted. It seems that Xu Mo's plasma pulse cannon caught up with the last blow of the Iron Blood Elder and melted the spearhead. Otherwise, he would probably be in danger now.

"Where is that iron-blooded warrior!" Xu Mo was shocked when he thought of the iron-blooded elder.

"Diet, look!" Xie Qian turned around and pointed behind.

Xu Mo put his shoulder on Blackney and stood up hard, looking at the iron-blooded old warrior standing stiffly in place, maintaining a spear-throwing posture. The old warrior's last Jedi strike also left him exhausted, and he could no longer support his seriously injured body and died suddenly on the spot.

Xu Mo sighed softly, "Blackney helped me to the edge of the hunting platform to take a look!"

Blackney helped Xu Mo to the edge of the hunting platform. Seeing that there was no velocity beast alien rushing up under the steps, Xu Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he asked Blackney to help him to the corpse of the Iron Blood Elder, popped up his wrist knife, and cut off his head with one knife.

In the surprised eyes of Xie Qian and Blackney, Xu Mo placed the bloody head of the Iron Blood Elder on the depression of the mushroom-shaped stone pillar, and reached out and gently closed the angrily open eyes on the old man's skull.

The iron-blooded elder's head was just put on the stone pillar. The ancient runes on the surface began to shine. The dust on the surface was fluttering and sprinkled down. A golden light shrouded the entire stone pillar. After a few breaths, a golden light column soared into the sky, towering into the clouds, tearing open the thick clouds in the sky, letting the sunlight pass through the clouds and illuminate the entire hunting platform brightly.

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