"What's going on? What the hell!" The long knife couldn't cut into Jiang Mo's body, seeing this, the man wanted to pull out, but obviously the long knife seemed to be stuck and couldn't move at all.

"Boy, what the hell are you doing, let it go!" the man shouted, there were many people present watching, if he lost the face of the Heavenly Pavilion, he would probably be ridiculed or even punished when he returned.

"Let go, which eye did you see me do it?" Jiang Mo smiled coldly.

At this time, when the white-faced scholar who escaped saw this scene, he suddenly stopped, and secretly said, this person is so powerful, even the gang of people in the Heavenly Hades Pavilion are not his opponents.

"Brothers, hack this kid to death for me, dare to go against our Heavenly Hades Pavilion, it's just looking for death!"

The man was annoyed and angry, and commanded the people behind him.

After his words fell, those fierce and vicious monks suddenly burst out with Yuan Force and attacked Jiang Mo.

"A group of local chickens and dogs, revenge on the Heavenly Pavilion, will start today!"

Jiang Mo snorted coldly, his fist clenched, and suddenly a majestic force suddenly bombarded, and before those monks of the Heavenly Hades Pavilion could get close, they exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

There were many people watching the battle, after seeing this scene, they were immediately surprised, their eyes were round, no one expected that the young man who had been calm and silent would have such terrible strength when he made a move.

"Who the hell are you? You offended my Heavenly Pavilion, and you don't have any good fruit to eat. Don't you know that even the Holy Martial Sword Sect, the number one sect in the Eastern Xuan Realm, was wiped out by our Heavenly Immortal Pavilion?"

Seeing that his brother was killed by the black-robed young man in front of him with a punch, the man suddenly secretly complained in his heart, it seems that this time he encountered the idea of piercing his hands.

At the moment, I had to pull the tiger skin as a banner to see if I could scare this fierce guy.

"I know that your Heavenly Immortal Pavilion is indeed not weak......" Jiang Mo smiled, his smile a little cold.

"Since you know, why don't you hurry up ......" The man's face showed a glimmer of hope, since the other party knew about the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion, everything was easy to say, but before he finished speaking, the knife flew back upside down, directly through his heart.

"The person I want to kill is the person from the Heavenly Pavilion. ”

After killing more than a dozen people from the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion without blood, Jiang Mo did not linger any longer, but walked briskly towards the white-faced scholar-like guy.

"Are you from the Saint Martial Sword Sect?" After walking in front of the white-faced scholar, Jiang Mo asked indifferently.

"Yes, I am a disciple of the ninth generation of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, my name is Wang Wentao. The white-faced scholar introduced himself.

"Since the Holy Martial Sword Sect has been destroyed, you still report your sect so blatantly, and you are not afraid of being hunted down by the Heavenly Netherworld Sect?" Jiang Mo stared into Wang Wentao's eyes, however, the latter did not seem to be lying.

"I know that it will lead to hunting and killing, but I heard that our Sect Master gave the Sect Master Order to a junior disciple before he died in battle, and he is the future Sect Master of our Holy Martial Sword Sect.

As long as I can find him, there is hope for the revival of my Holy Martial Sword Sect, so of course I can't be incognito.

I still want to find that junior brother, and under his leadership, revive our Holy Martial Sword Sect!" Wang Wentao said with an expectant expression, and even his expression became a little reverent.

"You've heard all this?" Jiang Mo frowned and asked with some confusion.

If the other party is really a disciple of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, then he should have seen his own appearance in that battle.

"Well, that's right. When the Heavenly Hell Pavilion led the thirteen major factions to besiege my Holy Martial Sword Sect, I happened to go home to save my relatives, so I escaped. Wang Wendao explained, but a look of righteous indignation appeared on his face, and he patted his chest and said, "If I had been in the sect at the beginning, I would definitely fight with those turtle king bastards!"

Looking at Wang Wentao's sworn appearance, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel a little funny, with his strength, those monks of the Heavenly Hades Pavilion could destroy him just now.

"Do you know who I am?" After a pause, he felt that what Wang Wentao said was almost right, and many details could be consistent with the disciples of the Holy Martial Sword Sect, and Jiang Mo was ready to reveal his identity.

"You, Your Excellency should have a grudge against the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have killed a dozen Heavenly Immortal Pavilion monks in the downtown area. Although Wang Wentao is a little arrogant, his ability to analyze and judge is still good.

"I am the junior brother in your mouth, who passed on the position of sect master to me before the fall of the sect master. In the future, I will take the senior brothers who have escaped the catastrophe to revitalize the Holy Martial Sword Sect together!"

Jiang Mo said flatly.

After Jiang Mo finished speaking, Wang Wentao instantly became excited, his eyes became red, he grabbed Jiang Mo's arm, and said excitedly: "What? What you said is true? Are you really the sect master of the Holy Martial Sword Sect?"

Excited, Wang Wentao asked many questions in a row.

Jiang Mo gently patted Wang Wentao's shoulder, then took out the golden token that represented his identity and shook it in front of Wang Wentao.

"If it's really the Sect Master's Token, that's right. No wonder when you saw the people of the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion just now, you had a murderous face!" Wang Wentao seemed to have found a backer, and said excitedly: "Sect Master, in the future, I, Wang Wentao, will obey you, and if you let me kill the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion, I will never frown." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Mo smiled, thinking that his current strength, let alone killing the Heavenly Hades Pavilion, could easily destroy him by sending a team at will.

"For the time being, you don't need to charge into battle, what you need to do is to work hard to cultivate and improve your strength. Jiang Mo shook his head and said.

"Oh, Sect Master, it seems that you don't believe in my strength and loyalty to the sect! I, Wang Wentao, have no other skills in this life, that is, I am loyal to the sect, and I have a heart!"

Jiang Mo was helpless, patted the latter's shoulder, and comforted: "Don't worry, there will be a chance for you to be loyal in the future, but we should preserve our strength now, and it is not appropriate to bump into the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion that is in the limelight." ”

"Well, it's still the sect master's foresight, your words, I, Wang Wentao, should obey them. The white-faced scholar clenched his fists and said seriously.

"Now, I will give you a task, which is to find a way to find the elder disciples of the Holy Martial Sword Sect who are still lucky to survive, and then bring them together in my name. Can this task be completed?" After pondering for a while, Jiang Mo said earnestly, as if he had high hopes for Wang Wentao.

"Please rest assured, Wang Wentao promises to complete the task. ”

"Go ahead, pay attention to keeping your identity secret, except for the disciples and elders of this sect, don't reveal your identity to outsiders. ”

Before leaving, Jiang Mo instructed.

(End of chapter)