hell hunter

It finally felt like a battlefield. Liu Bei was represented by goose-yellow military uniforms on the river bank, and Cao Jun was represented by black military uniforms on the opposite side. Although there were no flying flags and wild sand dancing, there were also angry mountain fires and a solemn atmosphere. At this moment, Wang Mo was a little eager to try.

, the chivalrous and violent genes in my heart are active again.

"The general will be named, and Wang Mo's subordinates will never die!" Wang Mo put on a general feeling on Bai Long and pointed at the officer opposite him with his long sword.

When Xixi saw Wang Mo's image and feelings at this time, her scalp was opened with embarrassment. If she had the conditions, she would stay far away and would not admit that she knew this guy on the back of a wolf. It looked like a psychopath immersed in herself

The world looks like a fantasy.

"Captain Zhou Yong of the cavalry, you talk so much nonsense!" Zhou Yong raised a long sword, which resembled Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue. He hit the horse's butt with the handle of the sword and rushed directly towards Wang Mo, who was still posing on the opposite side.

As a soldier who has been through life and death, Zhou Yong does not have such a bad fart.

"Kill!" Wang Mo also urged Bai Long to rush over and swung the long sword in his hand.

"Clang!"

It was really like what was filmed in the movie, with horse heads and wolf heads intertwining with each other, and long knives and swords colliding with each other, making a harsh sound. When Zhou Yong turned his horse back and prepared to fight again, Wang Mo actually ran very far away. In fact,

Wang Mo rushed down as if he understood, preparing for another round.

"Why are you running?" Zhou Yongyong screamed.

"Isn't that so? Running too far?" Wang Mo felt embarrassed in his heart. He urged the white dragon to charge forward again, and the second round of the battle began.

Wang Mo has no fighting skills at all, and he fights completely towards the movie camera. Wang Mo's weapons are light and weak, and his whole body is trembling from the shock. He almost gives up and throws the long sword. After a few rounds of fighting, he is completely in a state of insecurity.

He is at a disadvantage. If this continues, he will definitely die.

"I'm sorry, it was a trick." Wang Mo held down his trembling hand, the gap between his courage and weapons could not be made up.

"No, dismount and die!" Zhou Yong knew Wang Mo's strength and urged the horse to charge. This time he used all his strength to prepare to end the battle.

"Come on!" Wang Mo also expressed dissatisfaction, but his movement speed was much slower.

"Brush!" Zhou Yong's broadsword slashed at Wang Mo with a sound of wind, but Wang Mo remained motionless with a smirk on his face. Suddenly, a sound of wind came from behind his neck, and Zhou Yong flashed quickly. A small flying knife was thrilling.

It passed by without causing any harm.

"Awesome, look how you dodge!" Wang Mo saw Zhou Yong dodge the flying knives he made, and immediately made five more in a row, launching attacks from different angles, basically blocking all possibilities for Zhou Yong to dodge.

I originally thought it was foolproof, but three of them were dodged and one was knocked out. Only one of the flying knives pierced Zhou Yong's weak spot, but due to the protection of the armor, it did not cause fatal damage and left Zhou Yong in a state of rage.

Status, screaming.

"Pfft!" When Zhou Yong screamed strangely, a short sword gave him a chill in his heart, and he lay firmly on his horse. Cao Jun's cavalry lost its backbone, and internal chaos broke out, and they had no time to take care of Wang Mo and Wang Mo.

Villagers.

Seeing that the assassination plan failed, Wang Mo hurriedly took back all the flying knives he had made, and made a short knife. When the enemy was angry, he opened a window from the back. But after doing all this, he also consumed

A little too much. My whole person became light and my body felt light again.

"Let's go, you have exhausted your soul power!" Xixi jumped on the white dragon and quickly retreated towards the river. She took out a spare soul bottle and put it into Wang Mo's body, but it was difficult to recover in a short time.

The pontoon bridge on the river has been built, and more than 200 villages are passing through one after another. Wang Mo's battle bought precious time before everything became a feasible reality.

"That's..." Wang Mo sat on the back of a tall dragon and saw a large number of Cao's troops chasing after him in the forest, and there was also a big black flag. "The flag says Xiahou..." Wang Mo's head

There was a buzz, "Xiahou Dun is here, everyone hurry up and cross the bridge. We are definitely no match for this guy."

In panic, the villagers sped up, and Wang Mo was the last one to step onto the pontoon. At this time, Xiahoudun led a team with a very serious military appearance. Seeing that he could not catch up with the villagers crossing the river, he actually raised his sword. A terrifying charm quickly

Condensation, this is definitely an existence beyond the first level, and the space is trembling rapidly.

"Run..." Wang Mo urged the white dragon to run quickly, but when the shore was right in front of him, Xiahou Dun's knife fell. A huge blade struck domineeringly, shattering the huge wooden pontoon, causing the water surface to form

A huge ballistic trajectory. Although it only destroyed half of the wooden bridge, it set off a huge wave of water several meters high and flowed ruthlessly to the other side.

"Ah..." Wang Mo and Xi Xi were helpless. They were caught in the huge waves and fell hard to the other side of the river. Many villagers also lost their lives and were swept back into the fast river.

"Sit down...it's quite comfortable!" Wang Mo was pressed down by Xi Xi, and his long burgundy hair covered his face. But he still looked like he was enjoying it, even though he only felt in his heart but not in his body.

, that also feels very cool.

"Scoundrel..." Xixi swore and hurriedly stood up. Looking at Wang Mo who was in a weak body, "At least you haven't disappeared yet. I hope you are lucky."

Wang Mo insisted that all the villagers retreat to the distant mountains, which would be truly safe. When he arrived at the top of the mountain with the frustrated villagers, the original Bowang Slope was already ablaze, and no part of the forest was spared. The original Jiming Village had no one left.

It can be found everywhere and becomes a piece of dry wood in the fire.

"People are still there, let's find a place to continue to survive. Our mission has been completed!" Wang Mo said to the village director and an elder, and watched them disappear from sight. It seemed to satisfy the fantasy of the knight. It was really

A little satisfied.

"What's wrong? The space is shattering!" Xixi saw that the entire ancient battlefield was shaking, as if glass was breaking.

"boom!"

There was a small explosion, and the entire ancient battlefield was completely shattered. After a burst of intense white light and a sense of distortion, the place that reappeared was no longer the ancient battlefield, but a scorched black land with a radius of one kilometer. Beyond the scorched blackness, there seemed to be a yellow wasteland. They

Already out of the ancient battlefield.

"We're out..." Xixi jumped and shouted happily, but he was not excited when he saw Wang Mo. Instead, he stared at a nearby boulder. There was a burnt black thing stuck on the stone, and he couldn't tell what it was.

What.

"Something is calling me, that's it!" Wang Mo took a few steps to the boulder and held the burnt black thing with both hands. With a little force, the black stick came out of the boulder.

He shook it hard, rubbed it with his hands, and tossed it back and forth. The black one did not change, it was just an ordinary stone. But Wang Mo just felt that it was calling, so he input a little soul power into it. This was great, he almost died.

Killed him. The long black stone seemed to be able to absorb stars, quickly absorbing Wang Mo's charm.

"Help me..." Wang Mo's body faded quickly, his mind felt dizzy, and he asked for help from the stream.

Xixi poured Wang Mo's soul power into the spare soul bottle again, but it had no effect at all. Seeing that Wang Mo was about to be dissipated, Xixi was anxious and simply used the soul bottle on the stone. The stone seemed to become lighter.

, the soul bottle worked. Xixi poured down one bottle after another until all the stocks were used up. The black color of the stone also completely faded away, revealing its original appearance, and let the weak Wang Mo go.

This turned out to be a beautiful and mighty long sword. The entire sword was 1.2 meters long and was metallic white in color. A mighty purple dragon was wrapped around the sword. The thick guard and hilt were enough for both hands to hold at the same time and swing.

It sounds windy when it rises, but it feels light and nimble.

"Weapons on the ancient battlefield, my God..." When Xixi saw this sword, she was so shocked that her eyes almost fell off. Facing Wang Mo's questioning look, she explained, "A weapon will appear on the ancient battlefield.

The way to obtain it is always a mystery, and the specific ability is also a mystery. I only know that this weapon can kill enemies across realms."

"Haha... I am the Chosen One!" Wang Mo laughed wildly, completely ignoring Xixi's envious and longing eyes. He was completely complacent. Looking at the long sword completing the naming process, "From now on, you will be called Bo.

Look at the long sword, it has commemorative significance."

"Don't get carried away, that long sword is still absorbing your charm, you are about to dissipate!" Xixi roared, breaking Wang Mo's fantasy and bringing him closer to reality. Looking down at his body, he almost looked like an ordinary person.

There is no difference in the soul of an amateur.

"There is no more soul bottle, let go of the sword quickly..." Xixi reminded loudly, her voice becoming hoarse in the hurry.

"Okay..." Wang Mo felt that his body was about to leave the ground, and he was about to throw away the long sword. But he was disturbed by a blast of whistle, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. There was a man standing not far in front of him.

It was a small car, similar to an old scooter. But it had a cannon on its roof, and its dark barrel was facing Wang Mo.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Wang Mo held the long sword with both hands and poured the only doubtful soul power into the long sword. The purple dragon lit up with a faint light.

"Time is running out. You are almost finished. Let me tell you quickly!" An old voice said without any malice, speaking quickly, "You will be finished no matter whether you let me go or not. Your charm has dried up. I can save you."

You, and let you get the long sword, but you must listen to me. I am not a Blue Flag Army, just a scientist."

"How do I know what will happen to you?" Wang Mo said back very forcefully. Suddenly he fell to the ground because his left foot disappeared.

"Making a choice is the prerequisite for a hero. Now it's up to you!" The old man said nothing more and waited for Wang Mo's choice.

"I'll carry you away and get you some soul bottles!" Xixi looked at Wang Mo who was quickly dissipating. She was already in a state of confusion. She was used to fighting with Wang Mo.

"Believe him, this is the only way!" Wang Mo looked at Xi Xi's face, then turned and said loudly to the old man, "I am just hired by you. After completing the contract with you, I will still be the God of Freedom."

"Okay, be decisive in dealing with things." The old man didn't talk too much, and an agreement without clear content was completed. The door of the car opened, "You guys come up quickly, or he will really be finished!"

Wang Mo and Xixi got into the car and were taken to a mysterious place by the old man.