The news of Khazar's assassination soon caused quite a stir in the castle of Senluodian.

The doctor who got the message, and Filolo, hurried to the small building where Kazart was.

Mo Wentian took advantage of the chaos to come out of the convoy territory, identified the direction, and went straight to a separate courtyard.

The defense there is obviously much stronger than in other places. But this is not the reason why Mo Wentian believes that Zhou Yingxue and others are being locked up there.

Because during the day, he once again received a message from that stranger, and according to the content of the message, Zhou Yingxue and others were detained here!

If it weren't for Zhou Yingxue and the others trapped in the hands of the other party, Mo Wentian would definitely not have entered this Senluo Palace Castle in such a sneaky way, but would have attacked from the front in a dignified way!

But now, the rat bogeyman has to do so.

Because of the assassination of Qazart, there was a brief period of confusion in those previously unusually tight defenses.

It was only a few minutes, and then it recovered quickly, even stronger than before. But for Mo Wentian, these few minutes are enough!

I approached the small building smoothly and entered it without hindrance!

There, I saw Zhou Yingxue who was holding Mo Nian in her arms, and Lan Ke'er who was with them.

The three of them, all looking a little haggard, obviously did not have a good time in the few days here.

Fortunately, none of the three were injured.

The moment she saw Mo Wentian, Lan Ke'er was stunned for a moment, Zhou Yingxue was speechless and burst into tears, and Mo Nian was a delicate "Dad"!

Mo Wentian didn't say a word, quickly swept to the side of the three, took Mo Nian's burden on his back from Zhou Yingxue's hand, pulled Zhou Yingxue with one hand, nodded towards Lan Ke'er, and quickly rushed out.

There wasn't much time left for him, and Hades, the god of death, was not going to let himself come and go to save people. Mo Wentian naturally knew it very well in his heart.

But even though he knew that Hades, the god of death, would not let himself save people so easily, he still had to come to the rescue. Not only to save, but also to be saved!

Even if you put your life here!

It's just that one of these three people called him "Dad", one called him "Wild Man", and the other was caught here because he summoned her from Chu Jiang!

This is the responsibility of a man, don't ask the sky and ask yourself!

As soon as he came out of the small building, an overwhelming murderous aura swept in from all directions.

In the darkness, from the surroundings of Mo Wentian, figures continued to emerge.

There were twelve figures in total.

Every figure exuded a killing intent that Mo Wentian couldn't ignore.

The Twelve Grim Guards of Death Hades!

"Follow me, wait for you to go first!" Mo Wentian broke off in a low voice, holding Mo Nian in his arms with his left hand, and the sword of the king in his right hand was blazing!

"Boom ......"

At this moment, with a loud bang, twenty meters away from Mo Wentian's body, the previous convoy of Kazart was on fire.

In the firelight, four figures appeared ghostly and moved closer to this side.

"Let's go!"

In the middle of drinking, Mo Wentian's figure turned sharply, and the sword of the king in his hand had already spared no effort to attack the twelve death guards at the same time!

Each sword is made up of several moves.

Every move, attack it and save it!

The Twelve Reaper Guards had to use all their might to defuse the sword move that was attacking them.

Taking advantage of this moment, Mo Wentian had already converged with the four figures, handed over Mo Nian in his hand to one of them, and the other two picked up Zhou Yingxue and Lan Ke'er respectively, and one of them opened the way, rushing out at great speed.

When the Twelve Death Guards dissolved Mo Wentian's sword move and were about to block it, Mo Wentian, who had free his hand, shook his sword again, blocking the way of the Twelve Death Guards.

Those four figures, before the Mingka Secret Sentinel had time to stop it, had already rushed out of the Senluo Hall Castle and walked away!

The strength of the four Great War Divine Guards is naturally not weak, at least, even with a handful, it is by no means comparable to those bright cards and dark sentinels in this Senluo Palace Castle!

What's more, the sudden assassination of Khazart, who has always commanded well, has already made everyone a little panicked, and even a little dazed, which just gave Mo Wentian an excellent opportunity to save people!

Of course, this excellent opportunity was not so much given by the Senluo Palace Castle, but rather won by Mo Wentian himself.

Interlocking and connected!

Without the jealousy of Zhou Yingxue and others, Mo Wentian no longer had any worries.

And as the God of War, once he didn't have any worries, the incomparable combat power and killing intent naturally erupted!

Against the backdrop of the raging flames, Mo Wentian held the three-zhang sword in his hand, and he had already fought with the Twelve Death Guards!

Before, Mo Wentian expected that even if the strength of these twelve death guards was against the sky, he would have to fight the enemy with the strength of one person, even if he could not kill with one blow, at least he could be invincible.

Who knew that as soon as they handed it over, they found that these twelve death guards were really difficult to deal with!

Not to mention that these twelve people are all very strong, especially when these twelve Death Guards join forces, they actually take care of each other, as if they are one person!

"How did this be done? It is said that even if these twelve Death Guards practice this method of joining forces to resist the enemy together, it is impossible for them to cooperate so seamlessly, not to mention that one of the Death Guards was forcibly brought to the Senluo Hall by the Death God Hades not long ago, how can they also be integrated into it and make people invulnerable?"

After a few minutes of lightning-like battle, Mo Wentian's heart was already filled with deep doubts.

Something is wrong, it's incredible!

If he wanted to fight alone, Mo Wentian was very sure that these twelve Death Guards were not his opponents at all, and it was even two to say whether he could take one move.

But now, once these twelve Death Guards join forces, they have become a master whose strength is on par with his own, and his moves seem to be above him!

Since he became a god in the First World War five years ago, Mo Wentian had never encountered such a vicious battle!

If it weren't for the sharp sword of the king in his hand, I am afraid that I would not be able to hold it anymore!

Thirty-six plans, go for the top plan!

In Mo Wentian's mind, the word "escape" appeared for the first time.

At this moment, he was already convinced that if he continued to fight like this, not only would he not be able to defeat the other party, but he would be dragged to death by the other party!

Thinking of this, Mo Wentian let out another long roar, and the sword of the king in his hand skyrocketed again, "brushing and brushing" several swords in a row, taking advantage of the sword flowers that were pulled up one by one to temporarily force the twelve death guards back, but the deity immediately withdrew and retreated, wanting to withdraw from the encirclement of the twelve death guards.

However, once again, the unexpected happened!

The twelve death guards seemed to have already gained insight into Mo Wentian's intentions, and tomorrow when they were forced by the sword flower to have no other way but to retreat and dodge, they just stepped forward against the sword flower, and directly came to chase after him!

"Sneer......"

"Boom!"

A dull sound sounded among the sounds of sword qi cutting through skin.

The sword flowers that Mo Wentian picked up with the sword of the king all pierced into the bodies of the twelve death guards, picking up the blood flowers.

And the iron fists of the two Death Guards also smashed into Mo Wentian's back with unmistakable accuracy!

A sharp pain came from his back, and Mo Wentian could even clearly feel that his ribs had been broken twice!

Enduring the severe pain, Mo Wentian rushed forward with the strength of these two punches, and he had already come out of the encirclement of the twelve death guards!

"Brush Brush ......"

Without looking back, he stabbed out the sword with his backhand, Mo Wentian didn't dare to stop at all, and with the force under his feet, the whole person was like an arrow from the string, and he rushed to the gate of the Senluo Palace Castle at great speed.

Jumped up directly, crossed the barrier two feet high like a wild goose, and when he landed, he was already twenty or thirty meters away.

By the time the guards at the door reacted, Mo Wentian's figure had disappeared into the vast night.

And the Twelve Death God Guards didn't chase anymore, and after taking a few steps back to avoid the sword qi that Mo Wentian's last backhand blow provoked, they stood still like a wood carving clay sculpture.

Even the blood flow in the wound that was previously injured by Mo Wentian with sword qi turned a deaf ear!

It's as if the body no longer belongs to the soul!

"Hmph, if you're lucky today, the old man will let you go for the time being!"

A hoarse voice sounded from the air, like a dull spring thunder, resounding over the entire Senluo Hall Castle.

After the sound finally disappeared, the twelve Death Guards came back to their senses, and they all didn't even have the strength to stand, and their bodies shook and fell to the ground!

All of them were panting, and they all looked like they were out of breath. It was as if all the strength had been exhausted, and now even breathing became extremely laborious!

Mo Wentian's situation is not much better.

After jumping out of the wall of the Senluo Palace, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward for two or three kilometers, but he could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The sword of the king in his hand has also disappeared, and the little monk who forgets the sword also appeared beside Mo Wentian, also looking exhausted.

Knowing that stopping here is in danger, even a random guard who does not enter the stream can kill two people, but he doesn't even have the strength to stand up!

"Brother Mo!"

At this moment, a shadow rushed towards this side, it was Luo Xiaoxiao, who had been waiting here for a long time!

After seeing Mo Wentian's appearance, Luo Xiaoxiao's pretty face was full of worry, but he didn't say anything, picked up Mo Wentian and carried him onto his delicate back, and picked up the little monk who forgot the sword, gritted his teeth and walked into the distance.

Carrying one on his back and supporting the other, he insisted on walking for more than two kilometers, and finally came to the side of the car.

After quickly helping Mo Wentian and the little monk to the car, Luo Xiaoxiao didn't even bother to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, and immediately started the car and drove away at a gallop......