Chen Mo smiled indifferently, he knew why this word Hui Sword Gate was slaughtered, although the Vulture Palace acted domineeringly, it was not easy to destroy people, unless the other party was evil, Wu Xingyun did not have the habit of killing;

The sword moves of the one-word wisdom sword gate are simple, but this Zhuo Bufan avoided Tong Ma and went to Changbai to get a sword scripture, Chen Mo just wanted to know what level the sword scripture had made Zhuo Bufan's sword moves reach.

Chen Mo had already cultivated his sword qi and the peak of the second layer of the Dugu Nine Swords, if a new sword intent was added, he might be able to improve it again, but he was now condensing the speed of the sword light, even if he wanted to improve, he would have to wait for his fifty swords to turn into one, and then his sword would not only extend the new power, but also be stronger.

"Revenge? Hundreds of people here are revenge, as for whether you have that ability, you still have to see if you have it. Chen Mo held the tip of the sword in his left hand and said with the long sword.

Zhuo Bufan's sword god thought that there was no second person in the world's swordsmanship, and as soon as he moved the long sword in his hand, he slashed horizontally towards Chen Mo's throat.

The speed of his sword was extremely fast, and even few people present could see the speed of his sword, but he was far inferior to Chen Mo as fast as him, and at the moment when he took out his sword, Chen Mo and him were exactly the same horizontal slash and slashed at his neck.

Chen Mo's sword moves were faster, and under the simulation of the Dugu Nine Sword Sword Intent and Xiao Wuxianggong, even Zhuo Bufan didn't know that Chen Mo's move was actually imitating his move.

Seeing Chen Mo coming with the same trick, Zhuo Bufan's body took half a step back, and the long sword stabbed straight into Chen Mo's heart.

Chen Mo still made a move from the second to the first, forcing Zhuo Bufan to constantly retreat and change moves, no matter how he made dozens of moves, Chen Mo would be one step ahead of him, forcing him to retreat and return.

Looking at the excitement of the bag seven or eight feet away, he shook his head and said:

"Is this a lesson from the seniors to the juniors? Chen Gongzi's every move was the same as him, but he was scared of him, could it be that this sword god was a slogan. Does Chen Gongzi have to be called Chen Dashen? ”

"Poof."

Wang Yuyan, who had been staring at Chen Mo, was made to smile by Bao Wei's words, and with her eyes, she could see all kinds of broken spells of the one-word wisdom sword, but she still didn't see the scene where Chen Mo attacked extremely fast after making a move, she said with a smile:

"Chen Gongzi's sword speed is faster than that of the sword god, so he can't be called a great god."

"What's that called?" Bao asked with a smile.

"I don't know, but it's generally best not to use the three titles of martial artists in the world. That is, gods, saints, immortals, with these titles are generally unparalleled in the same kind of martial arts, once someone is defeated with the same kind of martial arts, it will be very embarrassing, especially the same martial arts. Wang Yuyan pursed her lips and smiled.

The conversation between the two was not hidden, and Zhuo Bufan in the field could hear it clearly, he was so despised by the two who watched the excitement, he snorted lowly, and the tip of the sword in his hand came out half a foot of cyan sword light.

"Huh."

Chen Mo looked at Zhuo Bufan's sword seriously. He stared thoughtfully at this kind of sword light, which was different from the sword qi, this sword light would not be withdrawn when it erupted, nor would it dissipate for a while, but the sword qi was a consumable that was shot out.

Being able to spew out sword rays does not necessarily mean sword qi, and vice versa, Chen Mo will not spray sword rays at the tip of the sword, and the Yitian Sword and Lingyun Sword have their own half-foot sword rays. Of course, it is different from this extraordinary self-luck.

"The sword, it's the sword. The sword god is really extraordinary. Someone in the crowd shouted at the sword.

More than half a foot has an extra layer of advantage, Zhuo Bufan looked at Chen Mo with some reluctance, his body jumped up and turned, and his body stabbed towards Chen Mo like a diamond.

"It's stupid enough."

Chen Mo let out a sigh from his mouth, and as soon as his body stepped on Ling Bo Shenxing, he easily avoided this sword, and the long sword in his hand slid in a flash and converged into the palm of his hand with a flash of cold light.

The green mangs vanished in mid-air. Zhuo Bufan's head also flew down the cliff, he didn't understand Chen Mo's last sentence until he died, all because Chen Mo hadn't moved half a step from just now to now, and he had shown an unparalleled peerless light skill before, using a volley to attack a master who was faster than him in light skill and sword speed. Half a foot of sword light is meaningless.

"Poof."

Zhuo Bufan's body fell in front of Chen Mo, Chen Mo habitually squatted in a mock corpse, and took out a book of sword scriptures from Zhuo Bufan's arms, he was just about to turn it, and he felt two cold winds approaching in the back of his head.

The two silent flying knives arrived in the blink of an eye, and a beautiful middle-aged woman in red was happy not far away, she suddenly saw Chen Mo's body turn and the long sword in his hand rolled, and two cold lights flew in front of her at twice the speed before than before.

This woman's name is Hibiscus Fairy Cui Luhua, and her flying knife stunt is difficult to be defeated in the rivers and lakes, but she is staring at her in front of her with despair in her eyes at the moment, two blood holes are gurgling with blood, and the place is chosen appropriately, the blood is ejaculating, and the rest of the clothes are not stained with blood.

"What kung fu?" Fairy Hibiscus muttered with blood on the corner of her mouth.

"Deadly work." Chen Mo put the sword scripture into his arms for the time being, and said in a deep voice.

In the blink of an eye, the two masters were all slaughtered, and the body of the unjust Taoist was changed and retreated a few feet, and he suddenly turned his body two feet away, but said loudly in his mouth:

"I'm not from the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands."

"Huh."

A cold light flashed with a whistling, and the long sword that Zhuo Bufan fell to the ground flew several feet and pierced into the uneven road chief's vest and pierced out of his chest, he stumbled a few steps to the ground, looking at the long sword that was two feet deep into the ground and buzzing, he fell to the ground with remorse in his eyes.

The three strong men were all killed, and the black boss shouted in a deep voice with a tense face:

"Let's go together, I don't believe we can't kill him, kill him and kill Grandma Tong, and we can be freed."

"Ah, he's going to be fine, right?" Hearing that Boss Wu asked hundreds of people to besiege Wang Yuyan couldn't help but ask in surprise.

Bao is different, and muttered:

"I don't know if he's okay, these guys have something big going on."

Pieces of sword light swept out in a row, and corpses fell quickly, Chen Mo's eyes became fierce and abnormal as soon as he began to slaughter, and the imperceptible blood red in the center of his pupils continued to solidify, and the people around him began to feel a cold and bone-chilling aura spreading.

At the moment when Wang Yuyan asked, more than a dozen people had died under Chen Mo's sword, and the number of people was constantly increasing, the second layer of his Dugu Nine Swords had already turned to the peak of the realm, and his unused sword technique would not have an extraordinary realm, but it could increase his power unlimitedly.

Fifty sword lights flickered continuously, and whether it was swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, or Qimen weapons, in his eyes that were suddenly so cold that there was no emotion, a loophole represented a life. (To be continued......)