"What I hate most is coercion. It's really stupid to act like you. Don't you know that I am the master of diamond formation? With a talisman of your level, even if I stand still,

You don’t even think it can work successfully!”

Bang!

In such an understatement, the little old man's body burst into pieces, and his flesh and blood were scattered everywhere.

"What?"

Such a change shocked everyone present. When had they ever seen such a perverted monk as Bai Mo? He was obviously only at the seventh level of spiritual master, but he fought to such an extent without using his spiritual power. If he used it

In terms of spiritual power, what kind of monster would he be?

The most important thing is how his physical training method can make his body so powerful!

"Now you should believe what I say, right? Bai Mo is a barbarian, and the barbarian skills he cultivates can make the barbarian body extremely strong. But such strength has limits after all. After fighting until now, I believe

I'm already starting to get exhausted.

If that's the case, let's take advantage of the situation and add fuel to his fire. I don't believe how long he can hold on. Lan Wuwei, Wanyan Xiongba, be prepared, we will take action at any time to snatch this piece of fat!

"Yan Jiye said.

"clear!"

Lan Wuwei and Wanyan Xiongba made a gesture, and everyone who belonged to them mobilized their spiritual power and were in the best state of attack. As long as the order was given, they would definitely be able to burst out powerful spiritual power in the shortest time.

"Did you see that? Bai Mo's body has begun to collapse, and he staggered in his steps just now. He is almost dying, you know? The reason why he has not mobilized his spiritual power until now is because he has no way to use it at all.

What do you have to fear from a person who only knows how to use pure brute force? Take action, kill Bai Mo, snatch the treasure, and become the biggest winner on the Pilgrim Journey!" Yan Jiye suddenly encouraged loudly.

At this time, no one cared whether this was Yan Jiye's instigating words. With both sides trying to kill him, if Bai Mo was not killed, there would definitely be a shadow left in their hearts.

Even in order to get rid of the shadow, they must work hard!

The surface of the Purple Sky Lake has turned into blood color, and the previous purple color has been completely covered up.

No one noticed that at this time, the surface of Tianhu Lake was filled with ripples that were continuously rippling from the center of the lake to the outside, constantly fluctuating with the help of floating corpses.

Is it really a case of exhaustion?

Has the witch barbarian power really been exhausted?

Bai Mo's sarcastic eyes swept across the audience and put away his machete. The unscrupulous killing just now made him feel an unprecedented release and an indescribable pleasure.

But now Bai Mo no longer wants to use the way of barbaric cultivation to kill. Blindly venting the way of barbaric cultivation will instead put the way of spiritual cultivation in a suppressed state. In Bai Mo's plan, moving forward together is the first choice.

Just make sure that the barbarian body will not be broken. As for now, he wants to try out a technique that he has just learned recently.

This move is called Wushuang Sword Style, Koi Dragon Beard.

Like group attacks such as the Wushuang Sword Style and the Divine Wrath Scythe, this Wushuang Sword Style was also learned by Bai Mo from the Wushuang Legion. The Wushuang Sword Style was inherited from the legion commander, while the Wushuang Sword Style was inherited from the chief strategist.

Just like now!

"Listen, Purgatory Sect, use all your strength to capture Bai Mo!"

"Tantrik people, listen, I only want to die, not to live!"

"The appearance of the legal body, thousands of swords return to the sect!"

…

Bai Mo looked at the many monks in front of him and could truly feel the greed in them, and the sneer on his face became even stronger.

I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't take it yourself. If that's the case, there's nothing to say, just take action.

"Bisha, from the time we met until now, I haven't given you a gift yet. Now consider this a small gift from me."

Small gift?

While he was muttering to himself, the next scene that appeared in front of him made him unable to help but jump up from the rock. His face was full of disbelief, and even his delicate body was trembling.

Is this the work of a seventh-level spiritual master monk?
Chapter completed!