Although Han Cang's voice was cruel, his tone was not very confident. He was covered in corpses. More than 20 killers were killed by Han Mo in a moment. How could Han Cang not be shocked?

At least he knew very well that if he had faced these killers, then there was no chance of survival. In other words, Han Mo's martial arts cultivation is far higher than him, and he is definitely not an opponent if he fights alone.

But in front of Han Mo, how dare he show weakness? The rich bloody smell in the hall penetrated into his nose, causing Han Cang's stomach to spasm.

Han Mo looked at Han Cang up and down, and showed a contemptuous sneer: "You are not my opponent... If I want you to convince you, why not play a game?"

Han Cang held the big sword and began to slowly turn around Han Mo. Although Han Mo stood casually at this moment, Han Cang could not find a flaw in his attack for a while.

Seeing that Han Cang looked a little nervous, Han Mo smiled indifferently, and leaned the blood copper stick on the ground, and smiled coldly: "You can kill the second uncle because the second uncle never thought that you were a beast... With your ability, if the second uncle was a little cautious about you, how could you succeed!"

This sentence talked about Han Cang's pain. Looking at the contemptuous smile on Han Mo's face, he could no longer bear it. He shouted loudly and waved his knife to slash him.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, but he has studied martial arts very deeply. His swordsmanship has also been regarded as the strengths of a hundred schools of thought and has mastered the essence of swordsmanship. He has no stunning posture and is simple and effective. He can take the key points when he uses a knife.

The blade roared, but Han Mo's face remained unchanged. The sword was about to chop Han Mo's body when he saw it. Han Mo's blood copper stick did not take action, but his figure flashed and dodged like a ghost, causing Han Cang's knife to slash.

Han Cang was not panicked when he saw Han Mo's shadow flashing over at the corner of his eyes, and scratched his sword with his backhand, and slashed hard at the shadow.

He was overjoyed when he saw the big knife slashing on the shadow. He knew that the figure was really like a ghost. He clearly looked like a slash, but he still cut in the air. The one who was cut was actually a phantom.

Although Han Cang had fought with Han Mo in Beijing once, Han Mo did not do his best. Moreover, Han Mo's martial arts cultivation was far inferior to that of now. Just now, Han Cang had already seen the mystery of Han Mo's stick technique with his own eyes, but at this time he realized the weirdness of Han Mo's footwork.

He was frightened continuously today. At this time, he didn't seem surprised to see Han Mo's strange footwork. He just thought Han Mo was a monster.

The sword technique is like flowing water, extremely sharp. In the blink of an eye, Han Cang had already cut out ten swords. To be honest, these ten swords are all first-class sword techniques, and the sword is fatal.

It’s a pity that Han Mo has unknowingly broken through a great shackle of martial arts and entered a new realm. His five senses have gone to the next level. Although Han Cang’s swordsmanship is fast, he is still slow in his eyes.

He had plenty of time to use his Tai Chi stepping technique and easily avoid Han Cang's quick knife.

After Han Cang cut the sky with the tenth sword, Han Mo heard Han Mo say coldly: "It's my turn!" He hit it with a stick in his face, and the speed was one level faster than Han Cang.

Han Cang felt the howling wind of the stick, and knew that it was too late to dodge. His wrist turned and the big sword turned back, trying to resist it. However, when Han Mo was avoiding Han Cang's fast sword, he had already brewed this attack. Its momentum was like lightning, breaking through the air, and it hit Han Cang's left shoulder with a "bang". When the copper stick hit, the crisp sound of bone shattering sounded. Han Cang couldn't help but scream "ah", feeling the pain in his shoulder, and one of his left arm drooped in an instant.

Han Mo hit the attack, but did not continue to attack again. Instead, he took a few steps back, stood up straight, and said lightly: "This left arm is for the second uncle."

Cold sweat had already emerged from Han Cang's forehead, and pain from his left shoulder spread throughout his body. He tried to move his left arm, but Han Mo's stick broke Han Cang's entire left shoulder blade, and the tendons and veins inside were even broken by the energy. This left arm was completely destroyed.

Han Cang was furious and Han Mo dodged for half a day. He couldn't even use a quick knife to get Han Mo's clothes, but Han Mo only took one move and destroyed his left arm. The huge gap in martial arts made Han Cang frightened and angry.

He endured the severe pain, held the big knife in his right hand, shouted loudly, and rushed forward again.

At this moment, he wanted to cut Han Mo into thousands of pieces, use all his strength, and cut ten consecutively with all his strength. Unfortunately, as before, although these ten swords were sharp and clever, they still didn't touch Han Mo.

In front of Han Mo, he was like an angry sheep, like a calm and composed lion. Although he had momentum, he had no effect. There was naturally no reason why sheep could hurt a lion in the world.

Just after ten swords, before Han Cang could make the eleventh sword, Han Mo made another move after a while. This time he used the Tai Chi step to slide behind Han Cang, with his back to Han Cang, and his right hand was back to Han Cang. Although he didn't look at it, he had already calculated before making the move. He knew that at his current speed, Han Cang could not avoid it no matter how fast Han Cang was. He heard a "puff" sound, and then there was another crisp sound of bone shattering. This time he hit Han Cang's left leg kneecap.

Han Cang screamed softly, and the kneecap on his left leg was completely cracked and could not support his body. His whole body slanted and he fell to the ground.

Han Mo held the blood copper stick, turned around slowly, looked at Han Cang, and said expressionlessly: "The second stick, for the sake of grandpa, you will use your left leg." He smiled coldly and said: "Do you think the dirty things you did are secret? Grandpa guessed that the death of the second uncle was related to you, so you were angry to death... He has been doing his job for the Han tribe all his life, but who knew that in his lifetime, he encountered such a worse beastly thing. I believe that he was leaving very sad...!"

Han Cang's left arm and left leg were destroyed for a moment. If ordinary people had fainted from pain, they were still firm, gritting their teeth, and actually supported the ground with a big knife and stood up.

"Han Mo, if I had known today, I would have killed you back then!" Han Cang's eyes were full of resentment: "You are like yours. You look like a slut, but in fact you are full of conspiracies and tricks. I, Han Cang, are the eldest grandson of the Han clan leader... The entire Han clan will be mine in the future, and you are just a dog under my feet. Why... why should you compete with me...!" He spoke sternly, but the heart-wrenching pain spreading all over his body still made his body tremble constantly, his face was pale, and beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, looking embarrassed, and his body shook slightly, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

Han Mo ignored Han Cang's dirty words and said lightly: "You should have the last chance to attack ten swords. Come and see how capable the eldest grandson of the Han clan has!"

Han Cang clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged up, and he endured the unbearable pain of ordinary people and walked forward a few steps, raised his hand, and cut down again as Han Mo.

Compared to before, his sword force at this time had no sharp force, and his strength was greatly weakened, just making unnecessary struggles.

Han Mo wanted to tease a mentally retarded idiot, and he couldn't even use Tai Chi steps, but just dodged lightly. Han Cang tried his best to cut out six swords, but he could no longer hold on. The piercing pain of the kneecap still made him fall to the ground.

Han Mo walked over and squatted down three or four steps away from Han Cang, looked at Han Mo jokingly, and said leisurely: "The eldest son, eldest grandson, is it impossible to do so quickly? Do you admit that it is not as good as me?"

Han Cang raised his head, stared at Han Mo's face, and said angrily: "Where do you evil... martial arts come from?"

Han Mo's strange and brilliant martial arts made him puzzled. He really couldn't figure out how Han Mo could have such a skill.

Han Mo held the blood copper stick in one hand and touched his chin with the other, and said calmly: "Do you want to know? But... I won't tell you... you will never know this secret in your life..."

Han Cang shouted, although he was lying on the ground, he still held the knife and waved the knife forward and continuously. Even though he knew that it would be impossible to hurt Han Mo, he still struggled to death, hoping to hurt Han Mo a little bit of flesh.

He used his sword in a row, and he was about to swing the fifth sword. Han Mo did not allow him to have the chance to have the fifth sword. The blood copper stick slammed down and hit Han Cang's right shoulder. After the sound of bone shattering, Han Cang's right arm was also broken. The right hand holding the big sword softly opened, and the big sword immediately took off.

After this third stick, Han Cang's mind was already unclear due to the severe pain and his breathing became rapid.

"The third stick is for myself." Han Mo said coldly: "If you want to kill me, I will destroy your right arm, so you naturally have nothing to say."

Han Cang was confused, but he was still weak and said: "You...you dare to hurt me...you dare to hurt me...you will regret it...your parents are all in the capital. If you hurt me, they...you don't want to live..."

Without waiting for Han Cang to say more, Han Mo's blood copper stick hit him again and hit Han Cang's last leg heavily. Han Cang let out a heart-wrenching scream, unable to hold on anymore, and fainted.

The generals outside the hall heard this heart-wrenching scream. Although they were all military generals who had been through the battlefield for a long time, they were also frightened and creepy.

Han Mo looked at Han Cang who had fainted and said slowly: "This fourth stick is for... ancestor King Donghai. With your descendants like you, King Donghai will definitely die with his eyes open!" Speaking of this, Han Mo felt dizzy on his head. He leaned on the blood copper stick, and there was no excitement or joy on his face. He just walked step by step to a clean place and sat down slowly.

A hint of loneliness appeared on his face. He let go of his hands, put the blood copper stick beside him, and lay down his whole body and lay in the hall full of corpses.

"Even if you hate him in your heart, you won't be happy when you watch him fall down!" The footsteps sounded softly, and a delicate voice said, "Do you know my mood now?"
Chapter completed!