"Bell!"

"Bell!"

He An's iron face was cold, and the black spirit sword slashed towards Ye Mo like a storm, one sword faster than the other. The Black Spirit Sword left an afterimage in the air, and the sword qi cracked into the air, making a piercing "Clang" sound, forming a vacuum wherever it passed.

Ye Mo gritted his teeth and desperately took out his sword to resist, only for the sake of hard support, a drop of sweat the size of a bean dripped from his head. Fortunately, the long-term wave splitting made his next plate surprisingly stable, even if he was obviously at a disadvantage, he did not fall into panic at all.

On the contrary, his mind became more and more sober.

"Mo Ling, archery support!"

Ye Mo roared.

The arrow tower where Mo Ling was located was the closest to Ye Mo. She, Wang Hu, and Yang You were desperately shooting arrows to block the warriors outside the camp. As the warriors charged with all their might, the pressure on her increased.

Hearing Ye Mo yelling, she realized that Ye Mo's situation was not good.

Hurriedly turn the direction of the strong bow.

"Bang!"

Shot an arrow at He An.

"Hmph, how long can you delay with this little carving insect skill?"

He An snorted lightly in annoyance, and had no choice but to give up pressing Ye Mo and dodging the arrow.

"Enough!"

Ye Mo finally got a precious respite, reversing the situation of being forced to defend but not attack, the Qingfeng sword was raised high, and the waves were slashed towards He An with all his might.

He An sneered contemptuously.

Ye Mo had already used this trick, although he had reached the realm level of "turning decay into magic", he had few opponents. But he could only perform a double combo, which was clearly no match for him.

"Soul Breaker Triple Slash!"

He An burst into tears, and the Black Spirit Sword instantly became a triple shadow, slashing towards Ye Mo, this slash contained at least nearly a thousand catties of power, leaving a string of afterimages in the air, and the speed of the sword was already the limit of a martial artist.

Ye Mo's eyes were crazy, without the slightest intention of dodging, he wanted to fight hard.

"Broken!"

He An saw that Ye Mo didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, and he couldn't help himself to fight with him, and sneered in his heart. He took out his sword, and he was definitely faster than Ye Mo.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

The first two slashes of the Broken Soul Triple Slash directly resisted and offset the power of the wave stacking two consecutive slashes.

The third black light slashed towards Ye Mo's body.

Ye Mo gritted his teeth and rushed forward, narrowing the distance between him and He An.

"Bell!"

The Black Spirit Sword slashed at Ye Mo's chest.

There was another loud bang, and Ye Mo's coarse cloth shirt was instantly torn apart by the powerful sword qi, and the rags surged in the air, revealing a golden armor that emitted bursts of dazzling golden light in the setting sun.

The incomparably sharp black mangsword qi only left a light-colored trace on this golden armor, and it was not cut through at all.

"Armor? What kind of armor is this? Is this spiritual armor?"

He An was shocked.

Everything didn't happen as he imagined, and his powerful sword did not cut Ye Mo's chest, but was blocked by the extremely hard armor, which was completely unexpected by him.

However, even armor could not easily block the onslaught of his Black Spirit Sword.

His Moling Sword is the ultimate sword.

Spiritual Armor!

Only the spirit armor can easily resist the slash of the sword, leaving almost no traces. A warrior with spiritual armor has a great advantage. The strength of the martial artists made it impossible for them to break through the spirit weapon armor in a short period of time, and these times were enough for the other party to kill themselves many times.

But Ye Mo, an ordinary martial artist, how could he have a pair of spirit weapon armor?!

Ye Mo couldn't help but snort, his qi and blood suddenly churned, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out, which was very uncomfortable. Fortunately, he was extremely stable in his lower game, and he was not cut back by this cut, and he held on.

"Vortex Slash!"

Ye Mo and He An were already less than half a foot apart, and with a twist of their bodies, the Qingfeng Sword swirled out wildly.

He An woke up from the shock and hurriedly retreated. But it was too late, Ye Mo was too close to him, and the whirlpool slashed out in a wide area, and he didn't have time to withdraw from Ye Mo.

"Poof!"

He An's right arm was slashed by Ye Mo's whirlpool sword qi, and a sword wound was torn open.

Actually hurt!

He An looked at the wound on Lu's right arm in disbelief, blood dripping down his sleeve, which was extremely shocking. Since he became the number one master of Zheng Guo, he has never been injured again.

Ye Mo's sword only slashed his arm, not the vital point, but it was enough to make him shake. If he had been a little slower, I am afraid that the bleeding place now would not be his arms, but the vital points of his chest, and his muscles and bones would have been broken.

"It worked!"

Ye Mo was overjoyed, endured the bruise that rushed up his throat, and flew back to prevent He An from dying and struggling as a trapped beast.

One sword is enough!

Even minor injuries are sufficient.

Because of his Qingfeng sword, it has long been smeared with the strong poison of "ghost sorrow". Even the young demon crab couldn't resist it, and was quickly paralyzed and flipped to the ground. Even if He An is a peak martial artist, he will not be more powerful than the young demon crab.

"You dare!"

He An was furious because of the injury, and was about to swing his sword towards Ye Mo, when he suddenly felt a strange paralysis in his right arm, and then a strong feeling of exhaustion hit his right half of his body, and his body seemed to be much heavier and drowsy.

"It's not good! It's poisonous!

He An involuntarily shook his body, angrily swept the Qingfeng Sword in Ye Mo's hand, turned around and performed the light skill of climbing the cloud ladder, and flew towards the Lingmu fence.

As soon as he noticed something unusual, he immediately realized that it was a sign of a strong poison.

He was extremely angry now, and he didn't dare to chase Ye Mo anymore.

This poison is too domineering, and it attacks extremely quickly. Now it's just that the poisonous effect has just started, and he already feels a burst of paralysis, if it takes a few more breaths, the effect of the medicine will be fully attacked, and the paralysis will overturn, and he will not be able to walk even if he wants to.

As the number one master of Zheng Guo, he naturally won't do stupid things.

He jumped out of the two-zhang high spiritual wood fence, swung his sword and slashed two flying arrows at him, and his internal strength suppressed the poisonous attack of the wound on his right arm with all his strength, and rushed towards Zheng Yiqing and his gang at full speed.

Not everyone has such top-notch light skills and martial arts as He An.

Zheng Yiqing and his gang launched a second charge, but He An was always the only one who successfully entered the cave camp.

The captives were reluctant, and were forced to rush forward by Zheng Yiqing, Steward Cao, Master Hou and others with swords against their backs.

Three low wooden arrow towers, frantically cross-shooting, sealed all the dead corners, and suppressed the other group of warriors outside the camp.

When they vomited blood the most, when they finally rushed to the distance of ten zhang of the cave camp, they suddenly found a large number of hidden traps.

In the past few days, Wang Hu and Yang You have dug a large number of rough traps in order to deal with the tide of sea beasts, and the "despicable" ones have only left a road about one zhang wide that can be passed safely, and a large number of spikes have been installed in other places, and the ground has been paved with thorns.

Without the three arrow towers, the warriors could easily bypass these traps and reach the edge of the camp from a safe road.

But there are three low wooden arrow towers, strong bows with a strength of two or three hundred catties, and crazy archery, which has sealed this one-zhang wide safe passage.

At the same time, the sharp arrows and spirit wood spears that burst from the left, center, and right directions could not be stopped even by ordinary martial arts masters in the late stage.

Without He An's superb light skills and world-class martial arts, who can easily kill him?!

Whoever rushes dies!

The captives and Zheng Yiqing and a group of warriors rushed to a place ten zhang away from the camp, and fell into a difficult situation where they could not advance or retreat, and became a live target for the three arrow towers.

The safe passage is too narrow to kill.

Break the trap?

Under the noses of the three arrow towers, no one had the time to fill in the traps.

In a short period of time, there were already six or seven weaker early-stage and mid-stage martial artists who had been injured by the chaotic spirit wood arrows and spirit wood throwing spears.

"A bunch of waste, at any cost, kill this marquis!"

Zheng Yiqing was so angry that he scolded.

Seeing that He An rushed into the camp, but escaped with injuries in a very short time, while a group of their warriors were blocked by three arrow towers and a large number of traps outside the ten zhang of the Lingmu fence, after paying a heavy price for this second charge, he couldn't help but be angry.