However, just as Lin Mo rushed into the attack range of Zhanlong, Zhao Yue'er suddenly appeared in front of him.
The other person bit their lip and launched a frenzied attack on Lin Mo.
"Get out of my way!" Lin Mo shouted as he parried with his sword. "Otherwise, I won't be polite!"
However, Zhao Yue'er remained as steadfast as a rock, showing no intention of backing down. She was determined to fight Lin Mo to the death.
Therefore, Lin Mo fought and retreated simultaneously.
At this moment, Mo Qing seized the opportunity and swiftly launched a pincer attack from the side. The steel sword in his hand was a superior weapon meticulously forged in the Holy City, and it danced with incredible skill in his hands, like a silver dragon soaring through the air.
Mo Qing's first strike was aimed at Lin Mo's lower body, attempting to knock him to the ground in one fell swoop. Upon seeing this, Lin Mo quickly deflected the attack with his Dragon-Slaying Sword. However, before he could retaliate, Mo Qing's second strike had already slashed towards his helmet like lightning.
Lin Mo reacted swiftly, swinging his Dragon-Slaying Sword and launching a fierce counterattack from the side. Seeing this, Mo Qing quickly raised her shield to block the sudden attack.
With a deafening clang, like iron clashing against stone, sparks flew and metal shavings flew everywhere, filling the air with a scorching smell.
Mo Qing's shield, originally incredibly sturdy, was cleaved in two by Lin Mo's Dragon-Slaying Sword with a crisp cracking sound. The shield, forged from cold iron, now lay scattered on the ground like shattered porcelain.
A flicker of panic crossed Mo Qing's eyes, but he didn't give up. Instead, he quickly discarded the shattered shield, gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, and launched an even fiercer attack on Lin Mo. His longsword flashed through the air like lightning, relentlessly stabbing towards Lin Mo's thigh.
Lin Mo moved nimbly, quickly raising his leg to block Mo Qing's attack. His movements were swift and powerful, forcing Mo Qing to retreat repeatedly. Then, seizing the opportunity, he raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword high and suddenly pressed his body down, intending to cleave Mo Qing in two with a single strike.
However, Mo Qing was no ordinary person. He quickly adjusted his posture and skillfully avoided Lin Mo's fatal blow.
The battle between the two intensified, with flashes of sword light and surging waves of energy, as if the entire battlefield was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere.
The next moment, Zhao Yue'er's long sword suddenly slashed down, its cold light flashing, extremely sharp.
Lin Mo didn't want to hurt her, so he subconsciously dodged to the side. However, this subtle movement was keenly observed by Mo Qing, who was standing nearby.
A sly glint flashed in Mo Qing's eyes, and she swung her longsword in an instant, like a silver lightning bolt, aiming straight for Lin Mo's retreat.
Lin Mo knew in his heart that if he used his divine power at this moment, the invisible sword energy would surely tear these divine servants in front of him into pieces.
But in that case, Zhao Yue'er, who had been intimate with him, would also inevitably be unable to escape.
He couldn't bear to see such an outcome, so he held back and didn't use his full strength.
Thinking of this, Lin Mo's anger surged instantly. He glared at Zhao Yue'er and shouted, "Zhao Yue'er, don't force me!"
Before his words had even echoed in the air, Lin Mo suddenly raised his left arm and, with lightning speed, grabbed the long sword that Mo Qing was holding tightly in her hand.
His eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice revealed an undeniable determination: "If you continue to press this hard, don't blame me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he forcefully snatched the longsword from Mo Qing's hand, which flew out of his grasp and was thrown far away. The longsword drew a long arc in the air before finally landing on the ground in the distance with a "clang".
However, Lin Mo seemed not to hear his angry shout. He stretched out his blood-covered right hand and tightly gripped Mo Qing's throat.
"This is the last time I'm warning you. Don't push me any further!" His voice was low and threatening, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
He gripped Mo Qing's throat tightly, as if he wanted to crush him. Mo Qing's face instantly turned red. He struggled to break free from Lin Mo's grasp, but to no avail.
Lin Mo suddenly flung Mo Qing away like a piece of trash. Mo Qing traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a dull thud.
However, the servants of God did not back down.
However, those servants of the gods did not back down an inch.
Witnessing this scene, Lin Mo felt a surge of excitement, as if boiling lava was coursing through his fingers beneath his armor. However, this heat was nothing more than a trivial challenge to him.
Beside him, a group of brave soldiers fought side by side, forming a tight circle to jointly resist the enemy's attack.
"They are at least real men. Even in this situation, they have never backed down!" Lin Mo thought to himself with admiration.
Therefore, he made up his mind to personally fulfill the heroic wishes of some of these soldiers.
With that thought, he suddenly raised his long sword high and charged towards the enemy like a fearless war god.
The servants of the gods surged in from all directions, their swords flashing, but before Lin Mo's indestructible armor, they were as weak and powerless as willow branches, unable to cause him the slightest harm.
No weapon could cut through Lin Mo's body, and he wouldn't give the enemy a chance to find a weak point in his joints.
Whether his enemies numbered three, four, or five, it made no difference to him. He reaped lives one by one, like autumn leaves swept away by the wind, firmly believing that the power bestowed upon him by his god was enough to withstand any attack.
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