Chen Mo thought for a while, took out a face towel from his arms and put it on Ren Yingying's face, Qu Feiyan pouted and looked at him on the side, Chen Mo had to pretend to take out a face towel from his arms again and put it on for her to wear, which made her smile widely.

"No one recognizes Ying Ying now, I think they'll continue to come out and intercept you, right?" An expectant killing intent flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, and he smiled.

Xiang Wentian is known as the king of heaven, that is, the lord who is not afraid of heaven and earth, but seeing Chen Mo's killing intent that can penetrate the soul from his eyes, he can't help but have goosebumps on his body.

Ren Yingying was with Chen Mo during this time and knew that Chen Mo's killing intent was very strong, even if she played the Pure Heart Pushan Mantra, it was useless, she didn't know how many times Chen Mo had killed to have such a powerful murderous aura, but she knew that Chen Mo had been waiting for a killing that would allow him to burn his blood, she stepped forward and grabbed Chen Mo's hand and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Mo, you're ready to kill."

Chen Mo took out a copper yaksha mask from his arms, put it on his face, and said coldly:

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, but I won't let go of what was sent to me to kill."

Ren Yingying's heart trembled, Chen Mo's killing intent at this time swelled, in order to complete the task, for a large number of martial arts values, in order to be able to go back and take away his women one day, Chen Mo regarded the enemies who dared to appear as the source of martial arts values, and the demonic nature that killed thousands of people before now began to gradually breed in his heart, he bared his teeth and said coldly:

"Xiao Yan'er and Yingying rode a horse, and rode one to the left, and I opened the way in front of us, and those who blocked our path were unforgiving."

"What about those people from the Wuyue Sword Sect?" Ren Yingying couldn't help but ask with some confusion.

"Songshan's all killed, the rest drove them away, and there is no need to stay if you don't know whether you are alive or dead." Chen Mo flicked his toes and said in a deep voice.

"Haha, Brother Chen is domineering enough, then let's go." Xiang Wentian also jumped on the horse and said with a laugh.

The three fast horses left the gazebo and moved forward quickly. Before he could run for ten miles, a group of black-clothed Demon Sect people surrounded him, Chen Mo let out a long roar from his mouth, and his body shot down from his horse and rushed into the crowd of Demon Sect.

Seeing Chen Mo rushing into the crowd, two men holding copper hammers danced heavy copper hammers and crashed into Chen Mo, this heavy blade crushed people with force. It's a pity that Chen Mo won with speed, the long sword in his hand flashed two sword lights in a row, and the four copper hammers in the hands of these two people fell to the ground, while a red mark appeared at the center of their eyebrows and slowly fell backwards.

Chen Mo didn't stop at the beginning, his magic was extremely flexible, and he drilled into the crowd far more slippery than a loach, a man holding an iron card flew out, and the two iron cards in his hand slapped to the middle, Chen Mo's body slipped and turned behind this person. The long sword pierced from under his armpit and pierced into his vital acupoint.

Just when Chen Mo killed the iron man, another man swept with an iron rod in his hand, and the seven or eight swords, guns, swords, and halberds in his hands on the left side did not stop rushing forward, Chen Mo swept the corner of his eyes, and the long sword in his hand burst out with sword light, and thirty-six sword lights flashed away, but Chen Mo had already rushed into the other crowd again, and his body was like a ghost sword and lightning harvesting life.

"What a weird body technique, such a terrifying sword technique." Xiang Wentian, who thought that there were only a few people in the world who could rival him, looked at the fallen corpses in horror and said.

The three of them did not have anything to do with Chen Mo's killing. Along the way, Chen Mo had already said that unless he was defeated, others would not be allowed to go into battle. Even Xiang Wentian obeyed the arrangement because of Ren Yingying, but he didn't expect that once Chen Mo made a move, he would be like a soul seducer who harvested souls.

However, in ten breaths, Chen Mo only shot ten times, but there were more than thirty corpses lying on the ground, but these people in the Demon Sect did not retreat, when Chen Mo stabbed a sword into the chest of a person with a big knife again. More than a dozen people armed with spears formed a gun formation, and they split into three ways: upper, middle and lower, and stabbed at Chen Mo.

Xiang Wentian glanced at Ren Yingying, who was covering her face, this chaotic gun formation was a formation created by a master in the Sun Moon God Sect, even if he wanted to break it for a while, it was not easy, but when he looked at Ren Yingying, he was a little worried about Chen Mo's killing intent in Ren Yingying's eyes. But he didn't feel anything about the battle in front of him.

When Xiang Wentian turned back, Chen Mo's body strangely twisted from the gap in the gun array, the long sword in his hand went up and down, the sword light flashed with blood, and when Chen Mo swept into the rest of the crowd again, the dozen or so demon sect martial artists who formed the gun array fell.

Killing the people who stood in the way, Chen Mo glanced at his iron sword, although it was only the most ordinary iron sword, but there was no collision in this fight, the blade was still sharp and intact, wiped the blood stains on the sword Chen Mo turned around and returned to his horse, turned over and jumped up, Chen Mo looked at Xiang Wentian and said:

"Left, let's continue on our way, I want to see how many people on the rivers and lakes are not afraid of death."

In Chen Mo's martial arts gate records, sixty-eight of the killings gave fifteen martial arts points, thirty-three people gave twenty martial arts points, four people gave thirty martial arts points, and only one forty points.

One thousand eight hundred and seventy martial arts points, this is the largest martial arts reward that Chen Mo has received in history, killing these people and killing the lama and other people in the rivers and lakes at the beginning, only a little Chen Mo's eyes were slightly red, and a faint evil aura condensed in his pupils for a long time and did not dissipate.

Under the Yaksha mask, Chen Mo's slightly cold face was covered, Ren Yingying rode the horse to Chen Mo's side, took out a hand towel from her arms and wiped a little blood stain on Chen Mo's mask, she looked at Chen Mo softly and whispered:

"Brother Mo, let's go, I hope those people don't come again."

Chen Mo spit out a little depressed sullen in his heart, he has killed more and more, and he has become more and more indifferent to killing, although he has not yet bred demonic nature, but he also understands that if he wants to survive, he must continue to complete tasks and constantly improve his martial arts value, these all need to kill, maybe some of them are killed by mistake, but who is good and who is bad in the rivers and lakes has time to investigate and fight.

Ren Yingying's surprisingly gentle made Xiang Wentian stunned, but as soon as he saw that Ren Yingying was already an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, such a performance was also clear to an old guy like him, he turned his head to look ahead and said:

"How about we go to Hangzhou?"

Chen Mo knew that the secret that had been buried in his heart for months had to be revealed, and he said in a deep voice behind the mask:

"Xiang Zuo wants to go to Meizhuang to save people, right?"

Xiang Wentian looked at Chen Mo and asked:

"You know that, too?" (To be continued......)