Guan Tiansheng's faces changed slightly, and he turned his head silently and looked behind him.

The sunlight passed through the branches and leaves of the pine tree, leaving a staggered reflection of light and darkness on the ground, and under a straight and straight pine tree, a woman in Tsing Yi with a beautiful face was quietly looking at the four people, holding a bamboo branch in her hand.

The woman is good-looking, looks young, has a thin body, and does not look threatening, but the few of them have been galloping for so long, and they have not found the woman following behind them, which shows that the latter's kung fu is definitely not shallow.

However, the four of them still have absolute self-confidence, so young, no matter how strong they are, they can be stronger than a product.

According to Chen Mo's previous judgment, his strength is at most three grades.

Four to two, Guan Tiansheng still has absolute certainty.

"Just a helper, the advantage is still on our side." Guan Tiansheng held the dragon spear in his hand, and he didn't plan to talk nonsense anymore.

"Really?"

Chen Mo smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted the peiyu on his waist, and said with a smile, "Xiao Ling, come out and say hello to a few people."

As the words fell, an extreme cold enveloped this mountain cliff, and the yin wind rose in all directions, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground.

Guan Tiansheng's eyebrows froze, and then cold sweat oozed from his back, only to see an incomparably rich red light gushing out from the peiyu on Chen Mo's waist, and then a woman wearing a wedding dress, with snow-white skin and a dead breath, appeared beside Chen Mo, and shouted without a trace of emotion: "Husband."

The scorching heat of August could not dispel the chill on the four of them at all.

Guan Tiansheng's pupils shrank violently, and the moment the woman in the wedding dress appeared, a huge chill enveloped him, making his hands and feet cold and his body stiff.

"Ghost Domain... Ghost King, you... As the envoy of the North Town Fusi, you live in ...... Actually raising demons." Lu Chang behind Guan Tiansheng pointed at Chen Mo with his fingers trembling slightly.

The strength of the ghost king is comparable to that of a second-grade martial artist of human beings, and the female ghost in red in front of him seems to be even worse.

"Aren't you afraid that this matter will be known to the imperial court?" Zhou Shangming said.

"Kill you, and no one will know about it." Chen Mo's gaze swept to Guan Tiansheng, and said lightly, "It's a good birthday, then let's turn it into a funeral."

"Little Spirit, kill him." Chen Mo pointed at Guan Tiansheng and gave an order to Xiao Ling.

A few years ago, Xiaoling's strength might have been second-grade.

But now, after cultivating the ghost cultivation method for more than two years, his strength has reached the first grade, and it is still enough to deal with Guan Tiansheng.

"Yiren, these two are handed over to you, and I will deal with him." Chen Mo pointed at Zhou Shangming and Shi Yuqing again, and handed the two over to Ye Yiren, while he dealt with Lu Chang.

When the Ye Yi people were still third-rank, they could fight against the second-rank warriors and compete with the first-rank warriors.

Now that he has broken through to the second grade, there must be no problem in dealing with Zhou Shangming and Shi Yuqing.

When he slaughters Lu Chang, he can free up his hands to help Ye Yiren or Xiao Ling.

After saying that, the two of them rushed towards the four of them almost at the same time.

Guan Tiansheng didn't dare to be careless, swept out a shot, and went straight to Xiao Ling, while speaking: "Several of you, you can see your housekeeping skills, don't make a mistake in front of the juniors."

The ages of the four combined, far more than 300 years old.

"Bang!"

The embroidered spring knife is out of the sheath, and the knife light is dazzling in this mountain forest.

Chen Mo held the knife in one hand and the sheath in the other, pointing at Lu Chang.

Shi Yuqing wanted to swap with Lu Chang, he would deal with Chen Mo, and Lu Chang and Zhou Shangming would deal with Ye Yiren.

However, the bamboo branch in Ye Yiren's hand swept out a brilliant green light, brought up a piece of soil from the ground, and from the bottom up, slashed towards Shi Yuqing, blocking the latter back.

Immediately, Ye Yiren landed on Chen Mo's left side, his gaze swept towards Shi Yuqing and Zhou Shangming, and the bamboo branches stretched out, dividing the battlefield.

"Boy, you think too highly of yourself, Lu has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, and you alone want to kill me."

Lu Chang untied the yellow cloth wrapped around the big knife, revealing the true face of the big knife, with nine copper rings on the back of the knife.

Holding horizontally in front of him, he glanced at the other three positions, and his right foot was slightly

Twist it slightly.

Wipe......

The toes kicked into the dirt, and the boots left a semi-oval pit in the fallen leaves, and the dirt splashed and burst out, and the nine copper rings on the back of the knife rang out, all tilting in the direction of the tip of the knife, and fell in front of Chen Mo in the dust.

This knife was blocked by Chen Mo's raised arm horizontal knife, Chen Mo's arm that raised the knife did not sink for half a minute, this block, it seemed relaxed and natural, and then there was a loud shout, and the arm that raised the knife to block made a lifting motion, and the friction between the two knives burst out of the Dao Mars, and it was hard to pick up the hand that Lu Chang held the knife with all his strength.

The figures of the two retreated at the same time, and Lu Chang's backward movement seemed to be a little staggering.

Lu Chang's eyes were horrified, as an old Jianghu, although he had just made a move, he could see the way out from this move.

It's like a person who practices martial arts, holding a hundred-pound knife and slashing at a person, the other party not only blocked, but also blocked it with a knife with one arm, and he was able to pick up his hand holding the knife some.

It takes a lot of effort.

How much strength does Chen Mo's knife-wielding arm have?

Not only that, when the friction between the two knives was about to separate, if he didn't hide quickly, before the back of the opponent's embroidered spring knife was converted into a blade, let go of the hand holding the knife, and then catch the knife after the knife passed, and his wrists would have to be cut off by Chen Mo.

And Chen Mo looked at Lu Chang with some surprise after resisting just now.

It's not an accident about his strength.

It's just that the other party's power is too small.

"That's it?" Chen Mo raised his eyebrows.

Seeing that Lu Chang was so old that he could still wield such a heavy nine-ring broadsword, Chen Mo thought that it would not be easy to fight.

Now it seems that he shouted him.

"Shaft."

Hearing this, when Lu Chang heard this, he thought that the other party was making a mocking remark, a person who was seventy or eighty years old, how could he hold his face.

The majestic true qi surged out from the body, pouring into the nine-ring big knife, causing a knife to appear on the knife body, like a green snake entrenched, and then rushed out towards Chen Mobang, bringing out a bright green light from the dim mountain forest, and Lu Chang slashed out with a knife.

Chen Mo did not avoid it, and held the knife arm in his right hand to rotate inward, the tip of the knife downward, and hung out close to the left, reaching the front of the back of the knife.

When Lu Chang's figure arrived, he was dressed in splendid clothes and round clothes, and he lifted and split with a knife in one hand, bringing up a bloody glow.

"Eight Desolations Prison."

"Bang!"

A crisp knife roar erupted from the mountains and forests, overpowering the sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs.

While!

The nine-ring broadsword broke into two and fell to the ground.

Lu Chang's eyes were full of consternation.

But now he can't say a word.

From the neck to the footsteps, there is a blood line.

In the next second, half of his head slipped off.

With a "bang", Lu Chang's body also fell to the ground.

Chen Mo's knife just now not only broke his knife, but also killed him.