Chapter 986: The Eternal Rivers and Mountains (Fourth Update)

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The explosion of the oxygen cylinder overturned eight people, three of them were seriously injured, and a piece of scrap iron of the oxygen cylinder flew into the car with a bang.

The fire and smoke intertwined, the scene was in chaos, and the bloody smell rose.

Zhao Sibao was also blown seven meters away by the air wave, and his head hit the pillar and a bulge appeared. The pain made him almost cry, and his mouth was full of dust.

But he was also far away from the original place.

His back was also hit by a piece of broken iron, which pierced his clothes and hung on it, but there was no blood, as if he was wearing armor.

Although there was a bulge on his head, Zhao Sibao was extremely sensitive. When he saw Tian Mo jumping down from the third floor, his face changed drastically and he shouted:

"Stop him!"

Although he didn't know who the killer was, seeing this situation, he knew without asking that the enemy was still a strong enemy.

Zhao Sibao never thought that there would be someone in the capital who dared to take his life. Don't these killers who are as stupid as Ye Tianlong know the consequences?

Although it felt absurd, it was more important to save his life. Zhao Sibao rolled out quickly and distanced himself from Tian Mo.

"Protect the Fourth Master! Protect the Fourth Master!"

The well-trained Thirteen League disciples shook their dizzy heads and quickly reacted. They ignored the fire and smoke and rushed to Zhao Sibao to protect him.

But they never thought that the killer would be so fast.

Basically, their formation had just been formed, and Tian Mo had already rushed over, leaning over suddenly, and the white coat used by medical staff on his body rolled back.

"Swoosh!"

It was like a white curtain, covering the heads of the three Thirteen League disciples and the shotguns they took out.

At the same time, Tian Mo slid back and his body was lightly out of the white coat.

"Bang!"

The next second, the right foot that supported the center of gravity of the body exerted force, and the ground shook slightly.

The body weighing over 100 jin moved faster than a cheetah. Just as the white coat fell and people's eyes went dark, Tian Mo rushed into the crowd with great momentum.

The bodies of the two armed enemies shook and flew upside down, hitting the back door pillars together, rebounding to the ground and falling unconscious immediately.

"Swoosh!"

Another person had just torn off the white cloth on his head when he saw a hand on his throat, and then a brute force surged out, and he died without a groan.

Then, he fell to the ground, his neck as soft as noodles.

The other Thirteen Alliance disciples took the opportunity to rush over: "Kill him!"

Tian Mo grabbed a dropped shotgun and pulled the trigger mercilessly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The shotgun sprayed a large pile of iron bullets, and five or six Thirteen Alliance disciples screamed and fell away, with bullet marks on their bodies extremely exaggerated.

Tian Mo turned the muzzle of the gun again and fired the remaining three shots.

Sand and gravel flew, dust filled the air, which was quite powerful. Three more people fell to the ground, bloody.

Seeing Tian Mo so fierce, the others subconsciously stopped their offensive and lowered their bodies by two points.

"Swoosh!"

Taking advantage of this gap, Tian Mo threw away the empty gun, knocked down a person who was about to shoot, and then slipped and rushed towards Zhao Sibao.

In Ye Tianlong's plan, after stabbing Zhao Dafei, the next step was to kill Zhao Sibao, so that there was no need to worry about Zhao Sibao going crazy and taking revenge for his son.

This is called doing it all, so Tian Mo has been squatting in the hospital where Zhao Dafei is waiting after leaving the birthday banquet last night.

Ye Tianlong believes that Zhao Sibao will definitely come to visit his son, so this is a good opportunity. Tian Mo can kill Zhao Sibao once and for all.

"Dang!"

At this moment, two enemies rushed out to block, and Tian Mo's black knife swept across mercilessly. The two felt the sharpness, and they were shocked and tried their best to retreat.

But they were half a beat slower after all, and the cold edge flashed and disappeared, and the two burly bodies flew into the air and turned into bloody four pieces.

The black knife left no trace, the sky was stained with blood, Tian Mo kept on killing the next enemy.

He was cold and ruthless, and the scarlet blood splashing behind him and the broken corpse falling on the grass seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Zhao Sibao's face changed drastically, and he pushed the two men beside him and shouted: "Stop him!"

Two Thirteen Alliance masters swung their knives at Tian Mo: "Kill!"

Tian Mo roared and jumped up, holding the knife with both hands and slashing at the enemy who rushed over.

The two enemies attacked with all their strength, but when the blades of both sides collided, their hearts sank suddenly.

"Dang!"

Tian Mo chopped them away with the knife, and the two men's chests were stained with blood. They fell to the ground and struggled for a few times before they were motionless. They were in great danger.

Almost at the same time, Tian Mo fell to the ground with a bang, turned around, and kicked out a fallen machete.

"Swoosh!"

An enemy who locked on him just touched the trigger, his body shook violently, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the tip of the knife passed through his throat.

The action was done in one go, so quick and swift that it was horrifying.

Zhao Sibao looked very ugly. He thought that the thirty-six people following him were enough to resist all the changes, but he didn't expect that they were killed by Tian Mo in a blink of an eye.

He was angry and shocked, but he didn't panic. He looked coldly at Tian Mo wearing a mask: "Who are you?"

Tian Mo ignored him and rushed forward again. This was the last chance. The shadow of the opponent's reinforcements could already be seen.

A knife was handed out.

Zhao Sibao retreated, and the situation was critical.

"Swoosh!"

At this time, a figure burst out, holding a dagger in his hand. He pulled Zhao Sibao away and handed the dagger out.

"Dang!"

The two knives collided, and with a loud bang, Tian Mo took two steps back. The intruder retreated five or six meters until his heels touched the steps and he stood firm.

There was still a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were particularly tough and tenacious, looking at Tian Mo fearlessly.

The dull old man.

"Fourth Master, go!"

The dull old man shouted: "I'll cover you!"

He already knew who the assassin was in front of him, and he also knew how powerful Tian Mo was, so if Zhao Sibao didn't run away quickly, he would be in danger.

The two Thirteen Alliance guards who followed him rushed towards Tian Mo with murderous intent.

Tian Mo swept his left foot, shooting three knives at the dull old man and one at Zhao Sibao, then he swung his knife at the two enemies who rushed over.

The dull old man pointed the dagger in his hand repeatedly, and three knives were knocked to the ground by him, and then the dagger chased and chopped the knife that shot at Zhao Sibao.

The machete was cut in half by him.

At this moment, Tian Mo also killed two enemies.

"Old Sun, be careful!"

Zhao Sibao's mouth twitched when he saw this. Without saying too much nonsense, he turned around and rushed into the hospital, joined the group of men who rushed over, and then ran to the front yard in a hurry.

Tian Mo's shadow moved, wanting to chase.

The dull old man stepped forward and blocked Tian Mo with a dagger: "Last night's battle should have an end."

Seeing that the dull old man was determined to fight to the death and gave Zhao Sibao a chance to survive, Tian Mo's originally calm eyes suddenly became cold and murderous.

When the dull old man tightly grasped the dagger, Tian Mo had already jumped up, holding the black knife tightly in his hand.

The distance gradually approached, three meters, Tian Mo's wrist shook, a knife!

A dazzling light exploded.

The morning breeze stagnated.

"Huh!"

The black knife pounced on the throat of the dull old man.

The always calm old man was cold all over. He waved his dagger and changed his moves seven times in a row, but there was only one fact: he couldn't block it.

"Puff!"

The black knife cut off the dagger, cut off his arm, cut off the chest of the old man, and also cut off his tenacious life.

A cloud of blood burst out.

The old man stared with his eyes wide open, in disbelief, his eyes were full of despair, and a trace of complex relief, and then he fell to the ground.

At the same time, two pieces of bronze fell out from the wound of the old man...

One half said "Eternal Rivers and Mountains", and the other half said "Heroes Are No Longer Found"...