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Chapter 468: In the middle of a bloody battle, the blade can't hide the bloody cold

There is no doubt that Shen Mo went to death this time and was blocked in the house and fought with hundreds of imperial guards outside in order to save the two brothers!

Just when Zhao Yurui thought of this, he tightened his brother Zhao Yuju, who was already unconscious next to him with his hands. Half of his face passed through the gaps in the table, gritting his teeth and looking out intently.

At this moment, the constant roaring gunshots in Shen Mo's hands suddenly stopped.

Now all the cylinders on the strange vest he was wearing were thrown cleanly. Now Shen Mo is out of ammunition and food!

After he inserted his pistol casually, he immediately pulled out the Tenglong sword on his waist.

It seems that even if it is a hand-to-hand combat, Shen Mo will fight until the last moment!

Zhao Yurui immediately saw Shen Mo pull out a round tube from behind his vest, and saw that this thing was completely different from the previous ones. It was a pure black cylinder with a dazzling white paint about two fingers wide. Even Zhao Yurui was shocked by the various new equipment on Shen Mo before. This time he opened his eyes curiously, not knowing what the new weapon Shen Mo took out was.

Function.

The chaotic footsteps outside sounded again, and with the roar of the guard soldiers, they were rushing closer and closer to the front of the door!

Shen Mo threw the cylinder on the ground in the middle of the hall, and then he saw him holding his treasure knife and standing silently behind the door.

This was the last scene Zhao Yurui saw, and this scene deeply hurt his eyes.

This moment will be freeze in his memory forever from then on.

...

At this moment, a thick white smoke suddenly emerged from the black cylinder in the hall!

Outside the door, a shiny spear tip trembled the red tassels on it and flashed inward. Several golden-armored guards rushed inward with long spears in their hands!

At this time, behind the door, the cold light of the precious sword in Shen Mo's hand reflected his tough and calm face.

Even though the situation in front of him was already in danger, Shen Mo was still like a proud god, and there was no trace of his face!

...

Immediately, Zhao Yurui's vision was completely blocked by a thick fog.

The footsteps in the room were chaotic, the weapons were waving, and the sound of the sharp spear piercing the air was as sharp as a girl's scream.

Zhao Yurui heard people pouring into the house one after another. For a moment, there were no one knowing how many Yulin Guards rushed into the hall! In front of him, there was a vast white space, and nothing could be seen, but he kept hearing violent shouts and tragic screams. When the broken weapon fell to the ground, it made a jingle sound, and the heavy body kept smashing all kinds of houses in the house, one after another

Falling onto the ground.

In an instant, Zhao Yurui felt a scorching droplet, pouring on his face without warning. The hot feeling brought by that moment was a feeling he had never had in his previous half of his life.

It was blood, flowing down Zhao Yurui's face. Although he couldn't see anything in front of him, he knew that the room must be like a sea of ​​blood at this moment, with blood everywhere!

People were still flocking to the outside, and the screams inside the room and the sound of their bodies falling to the ground were still heard.

It was really hard for Zhao and Rui to imagine how the man like a god and demon was fighting bloody battle at this moment?

"Shen Mo... is really a god and demon!" Zhao Yurui thought in a stir.

...

Zhao Yurui felt that this period was so long, almost like a nightmare.

After a long time, the smoke in the room finally began to dissipate gradually. The entire hall fell into a dead silence in an instant.

Through the slowly thinning white smoke, Zhao Yurui immediately saw that the hall had turned into a scene like Shura hell!

The ground was covered with broken corpses and limbs, with almost no place to settle down. Countless cut armor and broken weapons were standing on the ground in a twist.

There were nearly one hundred imperial guards cut into various strange-shaped corpses by Shen Mo's sword, and now the entire hall has been covered.

The viscous, salty and fishy blood flowed across the floor, splashed on the wall, and dripped down the ceiling like raindrops!

In front of Zhao and Rui, there was a whole scarlet sea of ​​blood!

On a wall near the door, Shen Mo was sitting on the ground against the wall. The Tenglong sword in his hand was still shining and was placing it flat on his legs.

At this time, Shen Mo had been injured several times, and several blood flowed out of his thighs and arms, dyeing his clothes into scarlet red.

At this moment, Shen Mo's head was leaning against the wall panel. He slowly turned his face and looked at Zhao and Rui.

When Zhao Yurui saw Shen Mo's eyes, he felt that his eyes were so calm!

In his eyes, there was neither the sadness and unwillingness before his death, nor the slightest pain or struggle. At this time, Shen Mo was as if he was thinking about a profound puzzle. His eyes at Zhao Yurui were filled with a deep meaning that was difficult to explain clearly.

At this time, Zhao and Rui didn't know that after this period of desperate battle, Shen Mo's body was exhausted. Now even though his treasure knife was extremely sharp, it was already heavy in Shen Mo's hands.

The sunlight outside the door shone in, illuminating the smoke that had not dissipated in the room, and the light and shadow cut a clear outline in the air inside the room.

The blood in the room has not faded, and the smoke of gunpowder is like fog.

At this moment, Zhao Yurui heard Shen Mo muttering, and he seemed to be saying: "If only there was a cigarette now..."

"Smoke?" Before Zhao and Rui could figure out what Shen Mo's words meant, he heard a dense sound of footsteps outside.

Another wave of fully armed Yu Linwei rushed towards the room!

At this moment, Zhao and Rui were already completely disappointed!

Even if he didn't know martial arts at all, he could tell. Shen Mo was now injured and tired, and he was already unable to fight again. Then the wave of soldiers rushing in was the King of Hell, the three people in their room!
Chapter completed!
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