Chapter 89: Sword Qi Whistling From the appearance of Jiang Mo to the bloody battle between the two sides, it took only a dozen breaths. The seven Japanese strangers and four killers were slaughtered like fish on a chopping board. Life and death were decided in an blond young man was angry. You know, the white-haired woman was also a rare success example like him. The cost for the company to cultivate such a person who awakened superpowers and broke through the genetic chains was immeasurable! In the camp of the Japanese aliens, the man who controlled the Shikigami was sweating profusely, his face was distorted, his teeth were broken and bleeding, and he seemed to be overdrawn. The two most powerful Shikigami he possessed could not even last two rounds before being wiped out by the existence that looked like King Nathan. Even the fierce battles he had with the Nathan guards on the island before had never been so tragic. "Ninjutsu: Red Flame Tornado!" A ninja wearing a raccoon mask did not dare to slow down. He dodged quickly and cast a spell at the white figure in the field. As the seal was completed, a strong Qi flow instantly formed a certain spell. The wind was howling, and a cluster of flames raged instantly, turning into a huge sea of ​​fire, submerging the area where Jiang Mo was. "Word Spirit: Mirror of Similarity!" At the same time, in the killer camp, a gray-haired man with a sinister face did not hold back at all after witnessing his teammates die tragically one after another. He chanted a passage of ancient language in a low and complex tone, and a magic world with a strange atmosphere appeared in the air, but was pierced and torn apart by a pair of white hands in the next moment. The imitation body with the same appearance as Jiang Mo came from the mirror world. "Hmph! Pin him down!" The blond young man sneered, the anger in his chest was difficult to control, a sharp light emerged from the bottom of his eyes, and a large amount of mental power poured out, pushing the effect of telekinesis to the extreme.

He absolutely did not believe that King Nathan would have no influence in this situation. The fragile ground instantly broke into pieces and collapsed one after another. Under the invisible pressure, that area became a complete forbidden zone for life, and the rocks were crushed into pieces. "boom!!!" The sea of ​​fire collapsed, and Jiang Mo came out of the dust. He looked around with disdain, his high spirits unable to conceal his unbridled heroism. Just standing in the center of the battlefield brought an indelible feeling of suffocation to everyone. The blond young man couldn't stop trembling, unable to suppress the panic from the bottom of his heart. His mental power was sharp, dozens of times stronger than that of ordinary people. He could clearly sense his own telekinesis, which was like a small fishing net that dragged down the giant whale on the bottom of the sea and could not be shaken. What kind of monster is this? He was much stronger than any opponent they had ever faced before, like a thousand-foot mountain, weighing down everyone's hearts. This gap made it impossible for them to win. Is he the strongest guard? Or the only king? The 23 extraordinary people all stood still, not daring to move. "You're quite troublesome." Jiang Mo's eyes were fixed on the blond young man and his words were calm. This man's method was more covert than the Reversal of Eight Directions. It was extremely fast, almost instantaneous, and his binding force was also extremely terrifying. If the elites from other factions were to fight against him, they would probably suffer a great loss at the first encounter. Moreover, the white-haired woman he had just executed was also particularly troublesome. The light beam condensed at his fingertips was extremely hot and had a penetrating power far greater than that of firearms. The identities of these people are by no means simple. "call out!" The fake created by the magic mirror, with an evil smile, rushed towards Jiang Mo, and fell into a crazy desire to kill. In each hand he held a one-meter-long armor-piercing cone, which looked like a pistol and was azure blue in color. The sharp tip of the spear attacked from both sides, and he was capable of both offense and defense, with a series of deadly moves. "It's fake, and you can't do anything to me even if you're wearing my skin!" Jiang Mo sentenced him to death, and his body suddenly disappeared, so fast that not even a trace was left. When he reappeared, he was already holding the Qi Sword and cut the throat of the fake. Gray blood splattered and the surging sword energy burst out wildly, chopping the foreign object created by the magic mirror into a pool of rotten meat paste. "boom!"

Jiang Mo walked slowly, the flickering fire behind him making him look even colder. "Oh no, cover me, Haiya, Zorn!" In an instant, the blond young man shouted in panic. He realized that the other party's murderous intention had been locked on him, and he even had the illusion that the god of death was caressing his skin beside his ear. His muscles were tense, adrenaline was being secreted crazily, and he was extremely nervous and scared. "call out--!" Just as Jiang Mo took a step, his position changed strangely. He was moved dozens of meters away out of thin air, and a mysterious and ethereal energy enveloped his whole body. "Is that you? How interesting." Jiang Mo turned his head to stare at a woman in a black battle suit. She was bleeding from all seven orifices, breathing heavily, and a light blue light emanated from her palms. That familiar fluctuation was obviously the means by which he was dislocated in space just now. However, Jiang Mo was not surprised. There were so many heroes with special skills in the world that it was normal for them to pose a threat to him even if he didn't know about them. All skills, martial arts, and methods were dead things. The truly powerful ones were the ones who used them. Even though the woman's methods were extremely mysterious, she was suffering a serious backlash at this moment. In order to forcibly change Jiang Mo's spatial location information, her organs could not withstand the outburst of power and showed signs of breaking. "I want to kill you, who can stop me, who dares to stop me?" "Wow!" A bright white flame lingered on Jiang Mo's fingertips. The light suddenly shone, and the white light like a sharp arrow pierced through the space in an instant, completing the kill. Bright red blood flowed from the woman's brow, and her fair, tender skin began to collapse and wither. Her eyeballs were not yet filled with hatred, but like sand and gravel, they collapsed, without wailing or struggling, and silently turned into ashes and floated away. Not giving these Japanese strangers and killers any breathing space, Jiang Mo started hunting like a tiger among a flock of sheep. Corpses flew across the sky one after another, sword energy echoed, and various obstacles were destroyed one after another. Although the Japanese ninjutsu was unique, it could not withstand the tremendous power unleashed by Jiang Mo. "puff!" The gentleman with glasses who controlled the Shikigami was suppressed by Jiang Mo in an instant, and a heavy punch pierced his chest. The domineering Qi energy shattered his ribs and burst his internal organs, killing him to the point of being dead. "Brother!!!" A girl in a kimono and wooden sandals yelled. Her eyes turned red and hatred surged up. Black energy floated in the air, forming one hideous evil spirit after another, looking down at the figure in white not far away. "It's okay, I'll take you back to your family." Jiang Mo swept his sword forward, the wind roared, the sword light was unstoppable, the young girl and the huge evil spirit were reduced to bloody dust and were blown to ashes. There are fewer and fewer figures standing in the white prison. By the end of the fierce battle, the morale of the Japanese aliens and killer groups has collapsed. They are so desperate that they don't even have the thought of resisting. "boom!" Jiang Mo grabbed the blond young man by the throat, exerted force with his right hand, swung him in a circle and smashed him to the ground. The Qi sword fell vertically, pierced through his skull, and killed him on the spot. "I advise you to stop!" The gray-haired man, who was barely alive, threatened Jiang Mo with a hoarse voice: "Once we all die here, the forces behind us will never let go of you monkeys who can't even bask in the glory of evolution. The armed forces that you can't imagine will flatten the barbaric tribes here!!!" Seeing his ferocious face and the harsh foreign language, Jiang Mo could easily detect the malice in his words and laughed:

"Threats or curses? They can't change your fate. If I have the chance, I would like to visit your country." At this moment, the gray-haired man's brain buzzed, and he vaguely understood what the other party meant. "laugh!!!" Before he could reply, Jiang Mo raised his hand, and the innate fire came whistling and pierced the man's heart. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to say something, but his body had already collapsed. The ground was covered with blood, and a figure in white stood there. Almost all the Japanese aliens and killers were killed. Jiang Mo still remembered Lu Gong's reminder that the aliens on Nasen Island came from many countries and spoke many languages. In order to avoid communication barriers, he left one person alive from each country. "Don't kill me." The fat Japanese samurai, in his early thirties, was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy with his face full of fat and tears welling up in his eyes. The killer on the other side was heartbroken. He was exhausted, covered with wounds, and lay quietly on the ground with his eyes closed, waiting for death. Jiang Mo stretched out his right hand and placed it on the Japanese warrior's head. The Qi flow penetrated his skin and came into contact with the brain's neural consciousness. "Cooperate with me, or I'll smash your head with one slap." Even though the words were not intelligible, the pure and strong emotion invaded the brain of the Oriental samurai, and he could roughly understand the meaning of those cold words. "Okay, sir." Jiang Mo peeled off a cluster of white flames and shot it into the mind of the Japanese warrior. With just a thought, he could burn it to ashes. Soon after, the killer from the country across the ocean was treated in the same way and became a prisoner. (End of this chapter)