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Survival or Destruction Chapter 9 [Battle of the Moon Knife]

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    As soon as Ye Lian's scream passed, there was no sound again.

    Although Chen Mo was anxious, he did not rush into the inn.

    There were still about a hundred meters away from the inn, so he slowed down, drew out his scimitar in one hand, and quietly leaned over, going around the wall on the other side, intending to listen for the movement first.

    But as soon as he stopped, he heard a lazy voice suddenly coming from behind him: "Hey"

    The moment he heard this voice, Chen Mo suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and the hair on his body exploded.  The scimitar in his hand was released instantly, and at the same time, his body jumped forward, and with the power of the Shinra Heavenly Strike generated by his step, he was ejected ten meters away.

    "Good skills, but the movements are very stiff." The voice was a little surprised, but it still had a lazy tone. Chen Mo, who was rushing forward, only heard a crisp "ding" sound, knowing that the scimitar must be caught by the opponent.  .  Not only did he not look back after he landed, but he rushed into a store opposite and hid behind the collapsed shelves before turning around and looking outside.

    Forcibly bouncing on the spot, Chen Mo felt bursts of sharp pain in his chest and some tingling sensation in his legs.  But the effectiveness of this bounce also surprised Chen Mo.  Six percent of the power of the Shinra Tensei, only an increase of one percent, is enough to support him in bouncing on the spot and generate the invisible force field of the Shinra Tensei under his feet, thereby achieving the purpose of moving at high speed.

    ¡°It¡¯s really a good seedling.¡±

    From the gap between the shelves, Chen Mo clearly saw a person slowly walking over. He was playing with the scimitar in his right hand, and holding a long thin needle in his left hand. Under the setting sun, it shone with a chilling light.  cold light.

    ¡°Apparently, he only used such a thin needle to block the scimitar thrown by Chen Mo at high speed with Shenluo Tianzheng.  The man's wrist strength and quick reaction made Chen Mo's pupils shrink slightly.

    This man is about thirty years old. He is dressed very casually. His snow-white shirt has no stains. He is also very handsome. At first glance, he looks more delicate and beautiful than the woman.  This appearance seems very alien in this chaotic world.  But his slightly narrowed eyes gave Chen Mo a sense of extreme danger.

    In battle, Chen Mo has developed an instinct for crisis. He has never been stood behind by anyone or a mutant beast without even knowing it.  Therefore, when he heard the man's voice, Chen Mo had already realized the gap in strength between himself and the opponent. While distracting the opponent with attacks, he took the lead in occupying the home court suitable for his battle.

    This is the same as what he did in the mall.  Chen Mo is accustomed to controlling the rhythm of battles in his own hands. Only in this way can he make up for his lack of combat skills and rely on the fighting instincts he has developed to fight the opponent to the death.

    The man walked to the door of the shop, and from a distance of more than ten meters, he glanced at Chen Mo's hiding place with lazy but extremely dangerous eyes. He suddenly raised his hand and threw the machete over easily.

    The scimitar, which was about a foot long, was spinning in the air and was nailed to the wall next to Chen Mo.

    "Give it back to you." The man spoke in a very slow tone, "What an interesting guy. If you had turned around before, you would have turned into a corpse now. I'm curious, where did you learn these methods? Your movements are very fast.  , but it doesn¡¯t look like it¡¯s because of the physical strengthit¡¯s really strange.¡±

    Chen Mo looked at the scimitar that was still trembling on the wall, and clenched his fists tightly.  It only took a second or two at most from when he exerted his strength on the spot to when he entered the store, and this man not only saw all of his movements clearly, but even completed the analysis of his combat power and characteristics in an instant.

    What a terrifying insight!

    Seeing that Chen Mo didn't speak, the man looked a little disappointed: "What a boring man, I have said so much, can't you just reply? This is basic etiquette. Forget it, you will die soon anyway. Pull out the knife  Come on, let¡¯s have some fun.¡±

    Chen Mo stared at the man with his eyes, grabbed it with his backhand, pulled out the scimitar from the wall, and caught it in his hand.  While holding the handle of the knife tightly, he showed a sneer to the man and said, "This is exactly what I want to say."

    "Haha, interesting" The man just opened his mouth, but suddenly closed his mouth. A cold light flashed in his eyes that had been slightly narrowed. He suddenly moved his left hand forward to block, and only heard a crisp sound of "dang", and the man suddenly  He took two steps back, and Chen Mo's figure suddenly appeared where he was standing just now.

    Chen Mo struck with all his strength with his sword, and a large mass of blood immediately soaked out of his chest.  But he couldn't care less about the wound he had opened again.

    The man only used a needle to catch his scimitar with one hand. This made Chen Mo's evaluation of the man rise to another level, and his heart was filled with a sense of crisis.

      And Chen Mo¡¯s weird movement and extremely fast speed also made the man feel troubled.  He kept staring at the place where Chen Mo was hiding, but he didn't see clearly how Chen Mo rushed out. He only felt the strong wind rushing in front of him. Only when he took the attack did he really see Chen Mo's figure clearly.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????" Chen Mo didn't wait for the man to react, kicked off his feet, and threw himself into the opposite shop, hiding again."

    The man turned around with a normal expression, brought the long needle to his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked it gently: "You can actually attack me even though you are seriously injured. Good, good." He shouted.  Well, his eyes became a little gloomy, and his eyes, which had been squinted, were fully opened for the first time.

    In his opinion, Chen Mo did not try to escape, but instead took the initiative to attack him. This was an extremely stupid move.  But the blood stains slowly soaking out of Chen Mo's chest made him feel extremely insulted.

    "You are strong, so that when I kill you, you will feel more pleasure." The man sneered and said.

    Chen Mo hid behind the door, his chest rising and falling slightly, his face a little pale. When he heard the man's voice, he also smiled and responded: "To each other."

    The first time the two met, they both had a preliminary judgment on each other's combat capabilities.

    Chen Mo took a deep breath and looked at the shadow cast by the other party on the ground through the afterglow of the setting sun.  He knew that the next time they fought, the real battle of life and death would begin.

    And why the opponent attacked and why he wanted to take his own life is completely irrelevant in this battle.

    Killing without reason is the consciousness that must be established first to survive in this world.

    Although he remembered that he still owed Ye Lian a favor, he could only deal with this difficult person in front of him first.  Although Ye Lian is young, his fighting ability is very strong.  At this time, this man appeared in front of him. There must be some accomplices of the man in the inn.

    Sure enough, at this moment, he suddenly heard a sharp sound breaking through the air not far away.  As soon as this familiar voice sounded, Chen Mo's eyes became cold at the same time. He held a scimitar and slapped one hand on the wall. With the power of Shenluo Tianzheng again, his body shot out from the door like a spring.

    Having experienced the first fight, the man immediately ducked sideways. His insight was so strong that he was able to capture Chen Mo, who was almost like an afterimage.  At the moment when he and Chen Mo crossed paths, the thin needle in his hand clicked out like lightning.  His weapon was light and his movements were astonishingly fast. In his opinion, if Chen Mo didn't dodge this shot, it would definitely hit Chen Mo.

    When Chen Mo defends, it's time for him to launch continuous attacks.  As long as he is allowed to get close, Chen Mo's advantage will be gone. He is confident that he can pierce Chen Mo's temples with the thin needle in his hand.  This is a method he often uses to lure enemies. Defense is always a person's instinct.

    But what surprised him was that Chen Mo not only had no defense, but instead slashed with the knife without any care. After the two cold lights passed by each other, Chen Mo and the man were each ejected more than ten meters away, and stood facing each other quietly at both ends of the street.

    The man looked at Chen Mo with a gloomy expression. Blood was dripping from his right arm, dripping from his fingertips to the bluestone floor.  On his handsome cheek, a streak of blood was particularly dazzling.

    But Chen Mo looked much miserable. His sutured wound was opened by the man accurately with a needle. Blood spurted out, soaking his clothes, and his upper body looked like a bloody man.

    "Very good." The man raised his hand and touched the injured cheek, curled his lips, and his expression suddenly became ferocious, "You are the first person to hurt my face. I have decided that I will not kill him soon."  I won¡¯t kill you, but let you die of torture.¡±

    Chen Mo twisted his neck, waved the bloody scimitar in his hand, slowly raised his head, and showed a fanatical smile to the man: "I am a good person, and I like to kill with one knife."

    The severe pain and the strong smell of blood in the air angered the beast in Chen Mo's heart.  He felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head. The hand holding the knife was shaking with excitement. The blood all over his body seemed to be boiling. Every cell in his body was eager to fight.

    Chen Mo felt sincerely that this battle was exactly what he needed and what he had always wanted.

    He has never fought against such a person who allows him to give full play to his abilities. Today is a great opportunity for him to explore the limits of his fighting ability!

    "My name is Yuedao. What is your name?" The man suddenly asked.

    "Chen Mo."

    "Very good, you are very good, I will remember you." Yuedao moved his left hand, bowed his body slightly, and as a cold light passed by, he suddenly rushed to Chen Mo. When he raised his hands, he almost  Silent.

    But Chen Mo¡¯s gazeHe was always staring at Yuedao's feet. The moment Yuedao just raised his feet, he stepped forward instead of retreating. He stepped on the ground with both feet and jumped to a height of more than two meters. Holding the knife in both hands, he fiercely  He slashed in the direction of the moon knife.

    "when!"

    After another crisp sound, the two people passed each other again, and Chen Mo stretched out his hand and slapped it in the air, turned around in the air, and slashed downward again.

    Although Yuedao didn't expect Chen Mo to be able to borrow power in the air, his reaction was not slow. When he heard the figure being scratched by the blade behind him, he twisted his ankle and completed a brisk turn with the help of his toes.  He raised his left hand, and the tip of the needle hit Chen Mo's sword. Then he turned his wrist and used the momentum to stick to Chen Mo, hoping to take the opportunity to start a close combat with Chen Mo.

    But what he didn¡¯t expect was that Chen Mo, who was so close, gave him a weird smile, made a weird grabbing gesture with his left hand, and did not dodge the long needle in his hand.

    Chen Mo's attack method was extremely strange. Although Yue Dao didn't know why, he instinctively felt the crisis. His left hand suddenly moved forward, and the needle point pointed directly at Chen Mo's eyebrows, trying to use offense as defense to prompt Chen Mo to return to defense.

    At this moment, he suddenly felt a strong attraction. He was so close that he had no ability to react. He suddenly stood up from the ground and bumped into Chen Mo.

    "This is what we have been waiting for!" The smile on Chen Mo's face was like a devil. Looking at the moon knife that was delivered to him, he swung the scimitar sharply.

    "Poof!"

    A puff of blood suddenly exploded from Yuedao's chest, and the warm blood splashed on Chen Mo's face, but at the same time, a trace of blood was left on his face.  Although he had already used the Shinra Tensei when Tsukito was caught in front of him, the penetrating power of the needle tip was extraordinary and it still broke through the defense, but it did not leave a fatal wound.

    Feeling the burning pain on his face, Chen Mo stretched out his tongue and licked away the blood splattered on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Yue Dao who quickly retreated into the distance and smiled.

    "Yue Dao's face turned pale. He thought he had figured out Chen Mo's background, but he didn't expect that Chen Mo had such a weird method.  If it hadn't been for his light movements, seizing the gap where gravity disappeared at the critical moment, and avoiding the vital point, he would have been split in half by now.

    But the wound on his chest still caused him to lose a lot of blood, and he looked extremely miserable.
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