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Chapter 890: Zhao Mo in Distress (4)

"Kill without mercy!" Seeing that Zhao Mo was so easily led by himself into the encirclement, a cold grin appeared on the corner of Ma Junjie's mouth, and he directly issued the order to kill.

"Brothers, come out with me. As long as we persist for ten minutes, our brothers will come!" At this time, Zhao Mo, who had no way out, shouted loudly, but the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became deeper and deeper.

Killing followed, and several sword lights flashed. All of this came so suddenly. Zhao Mo had just run a few meters away when he met a man in black. The sword in his hand slashed horizontally and slashed towards the man in black's chest.

A trace of difference flashed in the man in black's eyes. He seemed to have not expected Zhao Mo's ability to adapt to the situation, but the sword in his hand instantly appeared in front of him, blocking the sword that Zhao Mo had slashed.

"Dang!" With a loud bang, the saber and the sword touched a series of sparks. Zhao Mo's body took three or four steps in succession, but the man in black only took a step back. At first glance, he could see that Zhao Mo was obviously at a disadvantage.

The man in black sneered, and suddenly stepped forward, and the saber in his hand slashed at Zhao Mo again. He had already figured out his strength and could not be his opponent at all.

Facing the galloping sword, Zhao Mo's eyes were surprisingly calm. He did not have Zi Feng's crazy skills, Wang Xiaohu's brute force, and Ye Xingchen's natural power, but he was the one who could tolerate the most among everyone, otherwise he would not have been by Feng Jiating's side.

Being able to lurk around Feng Jiating without showing any trace is enough to show his tenacity. The man in black is perfect in terms of strength and angle, completely blocking all his retreat. It can be said that he had no other choice except to resist, but Zhao Mo did not use the knife. He just looked at the sword that was slashing at him coldly.

The man in black smiled, smiling so proudly and so brightly, and he thought Zhao Mo had given up resisting and accepted his destiny.

Just as the saber was about to hit Zhao Mo, Zhao Mo, who had not moved, suddenly disappeared, or suddenly disappeared from the eyes of the man in black. Almost at the same time, he felt a severe pain in his heart. He looked down and saw that a dagger had been inserted on it at some point. However, Zhao Mo, holding a sword in his hand, pounced on another companion.

This... what happened? How did he do it? The man in black had a puzzled heart, but he didn't have time to think about anything anymore. His consciousness gradually blurred, and his body slowly fell down.

With one sword, all members of the Xingyao Society were completely revitalized by Zhao Mo's sword. They defended themselves and rushed towards the men in black with the sword they carried with them, guarding Zhao Mo's side, and kept rushing forward.

Blood kept sprinkling, dyeing the white street red, and a strong smell of blood spread. Fortunately, this place is a relatively remote community that is about to be relocated. There are less than ten residents living here, otherwise such a killing would cause.

However, the strength of this group of men in black was too strong. Zhao Mo's subordinates almost had to deal with one. The number of the other party was far above Zhao Mo and his group. After a few minutes, seventy or eighty people had fallen down on the scene. Each of them was covered with scars, and blood was constantly spraying out. There was no ability to fight again. Some were even lying straight there, obviously dead.

Seeing his brothers falling down one by one, Zhao Mo's heart was cold to the bottom, and his hatred for Ma Junjie reached an unprecedented level. Looking at Ma Junjie with a smile not far away, Zhao Mo wanted to tear him apart, but he knew that now was not the time to act irritating. He had to survive and wait for his younger brother to arrive.

At the same time, all the entertainment venues affiliated with Zhao Mo in the entire new district were attacked by a group of men in black. The entire new district was in chaos, and even many ordinary citizens were involved. When many members of Tianmen Hall wanted to find Zhao Mo, they didn't know where their hall master went.

One nightclub after another, bar, sauna bath center, and even some restaurants and Internet cafes were all harassed by this group of men in black. Even if the fragrant master occasionally knew that Zhao Mo was killed, how could they rush to rescue him?

More than ten minutes have passed, and less than five people are left by Zhao Mo and can fight, but Ma Junjie has at least more than a hundred people, and Ma Junjie has no intention of stopping. He deeply understands one truth: to kill all the people and never give the enemy any chance to breathe.

"Alang, what they want to kill is me. If you have the chance, rush out for me and tell Brother Feng about everything I have had today!" As if he had realized his fate today, Zhao Mo said coldly to Alang beside him.

"Brother..." A Lang's eyes shone with tears. Don't say whether so many people can rush out, even if they can rush out, he hopes that the one who rushes out is his own gang, how could he leave alone?

"Don't talk nonsense, kill me!" Zhao Mo interrupted Alang's words and rushed towards the other party again. After so long, his reinforcements had not arrived. It is very likely that he had encountered some major changes. If you want to survive, you can only rely on yourself.

Seeing that his elder brother started to fight desperately, Alang and his other people would not keep it. They rushed over like crazy. Their eyes were already showing a determination to die. They would never let their elder brother die in front of them.

The momentum of several people changed tremendously, which made more than a hundred people in Ma Junjie amaze. Just as he was stunned, a huge sound suddenly sounded from the other end of the alley: "Ma Junjie, today is your death!" As the words fell, hundreds of men in black rushed over from all directions.

"Thunder Knife, can you rebel?" Although Ma Junjie did not see the person coming, he heard the other party's identity from the other party's voice.
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