Although Han Cang's voice was ruthless, his tone was not too confident, his eyes were full of corpses, more than twenty killers were killed by Han Mo in a matter of moments, how could he teach Han Cang not to be shocked in his heart.

At least he knew very well that if he faced this group of killers by himself, then there was absolutely no possibility of survival, that is to say, Han Mo's martial arts cultivation was already far higher than himself, and he was definitely not an opponent if he fought alone.

But in front of Han Mo, how dare he show weakness, the strong smell of blood in the hall penetrated into his nose, making Han Cang's stomach cramp.

Han Mo looked Han Cang up and down, sneering with disdain: "You are not my opponent...... If I want to convince you, why don't you play a game? ”

Han Cang held the big knife and began to slowly turn around Han Mo, although Han Mo was standing casually at this moment, Han Cang couldn't find a flaw to start for a while.

Seeing that Han Cang's expression was a little nervous, Han Mo smiled indifferently, put the blood copper stick on the ground, and smiled coldly: "You can kill the second uncle, just because the second uncle never thought that you were the best heart...... With your ability, if the second uncle is a little precautionary against you, how can you succeed! ”

This sentence talked about Han Cang's sore spot, looking at the contemptuous smile on Han Mo's face, he couldn't bear it anymore, shouted loudly, and waved his knife forward to cut it.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, but he has also studied very deeply in martial arts, and his sword technique can be regarded as absorbing the strength of a hundred schools, and he has understood the essence of the knife technique.

The blade roared, but Han Mo's face did not change, the big knife was about to cut Han Mo's body when he saw it, but Han Mo's blood copper stick did not make a move, but his figure flashed, ghostly dodged away, making Han Cang's knife slash into the air.

Han Cang slashed the air, but he didn't panic, he caught a glimpse of Han Mo's shadow flashing over from the corner of his eye, and slashed with his backhand knife and slashed at the shadow.

He saw that the big knife had been cut on the shadow, and his heart was overjoyed, knowing that the figure was really like a ghost, he obviously looked at it, but he still cut it into the air, and the one who was cut was a phantom.

Although Han Cang had fought with Han Mo once in Beijing before, Han Mo did not go all out, and Han Mo's martial arts cultivation at that time was far inferior to now, just now Han Cang had already seen the mystery of Han Mo's stick technique, but at this time, he realized the weirdness of Han Mo's footwork.

He was continuously frightened today, but when he saw Han Mo's strange footwork at this time, he didn't seem surprised, he just felt that Han Mo was a monster.

The knife technique is like flowing water, sharp and incomparable, in the blink of an eye, Han Cang has already cut out ten knives, according to his heart, these ten knives are all first-class knife techniques regardless of speed and strength, and the knives are deadly.

It's a pity that Han Mo has unconsciously broken through a big shackle of martial arts and entered a new realm, his five senses have reached a higher level, although Han Cang's sword technique is fast, but in his eyes, it is still slow.

He had plenty of time to perform his Tai Chi footwork and easily dodge Han Cang's quick knife.

After Han Cang's tenth sword slashed into the air, he heard Han Mo say coldly: "It's my turn!" Hengli struck out with a stick, and the speed was another level faster than Han Cang.

Han Cang felt the howling of the stick wind, knowing that he couldn't dodge, his wrist turned, and the big knife buckled, wanting to resist, but when Han Mo was dodging Han Cang's fast knife, he had already brewed this blow, and its momentum was like electricity, breaking through the air, and slamming into Han Cang's left shoulder with a "bang", when the copper stick hit, a crisp sound of bone shattering sounded, and Han Cang couldn't help but scream "ah", only to feel a sharp pain in his shoulder, and a left arm hung down in an instant.

Han Mo hit it with a blow, but did not continue to attack again, but took a few steps back, stood upright, and said lightly: "This left arm is for the second uncle." ”

Cold sweat had already broken out on Han Cang's forehead, and the pain from his left shoulder permeated his whole body, he tried to move his left arm, but Han Mo's stick smashed Han Cang's entire left shoulder blade, and the tendons and veins inside were even broken by the strength, and this left arm was completely destroyed.

Han Cang was furious, Han Mo dodged for a long time, he couldn't even get out of the fast knife and couldn't touch Han Mo's clothes, but Han Mo only made one move and abolished his left arm, and the disparity in martial arts made Han Cang angry.

He endured the severe pain, clenched the big knife in his right hand, let out a loud shout, and rushed forward again.

At this moment, he couldn't wait to cut Han Mo into thousands of knives, and he used all his strength, and tried his best to cut out ten knives in a row, but unfortunately, just like before, although these ten knives 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 lion, although he had momentum, but it had no effect, there was naturally no sheep in the world that could hurt the lion.

Just after the ten knives, before Han Cang came out with the eleventh knife, Han Mo had been brewing for a long time with the second stick again, this time he performed Tai Chi step and slipped behind Han Cang, his body was facing away from Han Cang, and his right hand backhand was a stick, although he didn't look at it, but he had already calculated before making a move, and he knew that with his current speed, no matter how fast Han Cang's speed was, he couldn't dodge it, and he heard a "poof" sound, followed by a crisp sound of bone breaking, and this time it hit Han Cang's left leg kneecap.

Han Cang screamed, the kneecap of his left leg had been completely cracked, and he couldn't support his body, and his whole body was tilted, and he had fallen to the ground.

Han Mo held the blood copper stick, slowly turned around, looked at Han Cang, and said expressionlessly: "Second stick, for the sake of grandpa, abolish your left leg." He smiled coldly and said, "Do you think that the dirty things you did are very secretive? Grandpa just guessed that the death of the second uncle was related to you, so you were angry to death...... His old man has been a reserved business for the Korean people all his life, who knows that in his lifetime, he has encountered such a bad thing, presumably his old man is very sad to leave......! ”

Han Cang's left arm and left leg were all abolished in a moment, and if it were an ordinary person, he would have fainted in pain, but he was still standing firm, gritting his teeth, and actually supported the ground with a big knife and stood up by himself.

"Han Mo, I knew that today, I should have killed you back then!" Han Cang's eyes were full of resentment: "You are the same as your Lao Tzu, you look like a dog on the surface, but in fact, you are full of conspiracies. I, Han Cang, am the grandson of the head of the Han clan...... The entire Han clan will be mine in the future, and you are just a dog under my feet, why...... Why fight with me ......! He spoke sharply, but the heart-rending pain that permeated his whole body still made his body tremble, his face was pale, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he looked embarrassed, and his body shook slightly, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

Han Mo didn't pay attention to Han Cang's foul language, and just said lightly: "You should have one last chance to attack the ten swords, come, let me see how capable the Han clan's eldest grandson is!" ”

Han Cang clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged, he endured the unbearable pain of ordinary people and took a few steps forward, raised his hand, and the big knife slashed down again according to Han Mo.

Compared with before, his sword momentum at this time has long been no longer sharp, and his strength has been greatly weakened, just doing useless struggles.

Han Mo just wanted to tease a mentally handicapped idiot, he didn't even use Tai Chi steps, he just dodged lightly, Han Cang tried his best to cut out six knives, but he couldn't support it anymore, and the sharp pain in his kneecap still made him fall to the ground.

Han Mo walked over, squatted down three or four steps away from Han Cang, looked at Han Mo playfully, and said leisurely: "Changfang Changsun, can't you do it so soon?" Do you admit that you are inferior to me? ”

Han Cang raised his head, stared at Han Mo's face, and said angrily, "You crooked and evil ...... Where does martial arts come from? ”

Han Mo's strange and wonderful martial arts made him puzzled, and he really couldn't figure out how Han Mo could have such a kung fu.

Han Mo held the blood copper stick in one hand, touched his chin with the other, and said indifferently, "Do you want to know?" But...... I'm not going to tell you...... You'll never know this secret ...... in your life! ”

Han Cang shouted, although he was lying on the ground, he still held the knife, and swung the knife forward continuously, knowing that it was impossible to hurt Han Mo, but he still struggled to the death, hoping to hurt Han Mo with a trace of flesh and skin.

He slashed out four times in a row, and was about to swing the fifth knife, but Han Mo didn't allow him to have a chance for the fifth knife, and the blood copper stick smashed down and hit Han Cang's right shoulder, after the sound of bones shattering, Han Cang's right arm was also broken, and the right hand holding the big knife was weakly opened, and the big knife was released.

After this third stick, Han Cang's mind was no longer clear because of the severe pain, and his breathing became short.

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

Han Cang was confused, but Wu Zi said weakly: "You...... How dare you hurt me...... How dare you hurt me...... Will you be ...... after Repentant...... Your parents are both in Beijing, and you ...... You hurt me, they ...... They don't want to live ......! ”

Without waiting for Han Cang to say more, Han Mo's bloody copper stick struck out again, smashing heavily on Han Cang's last leg, Han Cang let out a heart-rending scream, couldn't support it anymore, and fainted.

The generals outside the hall heard this heart-rending scream, although they were all battle-hardened generals, they were also terrified.

Han Mo looked at Han Cang, who had already fainted, and said slowly: "This fourth stick is for ...... Ancestor of the East China Sea. With disdainful descendants like you, the king of the East China Sea must be blind to death! Speaking of this, Han Mo only felt dizzy in his head, holding a bloody copper stick, without the slightest excitement and joy on his face, he just walked to a clean place step by step and sat down slowly.

There was a hint of loneliness on his face, he let go of his hand, put the bloody copper stick beside him, and lay down with his whole body, lying in the hall full of corpses.

"Even if you hate him in your heart, you will not be happy when you watch him fall!" Footsteps sounded softly, and a delicate voice said, "Do you know my original state of mind now?" ”