This red light flickered, and in just a moment, it was as dazzling as a red star, and above the blade of his sword, wisps of bright red mist appeared visibly with the naked eye.

The mist was viscous, and it was so thick that it turned into a liquid like a substance, and it was constantly linked together, forming a thin film that adhered to the blade of the sword.

These red mist exuded a bloody and cold aura, making Chen Mo like a killing god from ancient times, and his body shook with a shock, and the killing intent rolled away like a tide, with a monstrous evil aura, attacking Leng Ling.

At this moment, Leng Ling's face was extremely ugly, and there was even a hint of paleness. He had never seen anyone who could turn murderous aura into substance, this was how many people he had killed to be able to do it! Even those elders and seniors within the Sword Sect had more of an invincible edge in their aura than this murderous aura.

Leng Ling breathed rapidly, his eyes were concentrated, and his body had taken a few steps back, as if he was so shocked by this killing intent that he couldn't stand still.

"Senior Brother Leng still killed too few people, and he was so frightened by other people's murderous aura that he couldn't stand, it's a pity. ”

Dongfang Cheng shook his head and sighed, but the look in his eyes remained the same, as if he was confident, and he had great confidence in Leng Ling's strength.

The long sword in Chen Mo's hand was still ringing, trembling constantly, and on top of the thin membrane, several distorted and deformed faces actually rose at this moment. These faces, both men and women, were staring at each other with wide eyes and incredulous faces, as if they had never imagined that they would die like this.

And with the appearance of these faces, this long sword also began to become eerie, dark, and exuding a strange aura. And Chen Mo's long hair was flying at this moment, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly flourished, and he immediately turned into an afterimage and galloped out, and the long sword in his hand made a slashing motion.

The next moment, a huge roar sounded, kicking up the sky full of smoke and dust, so that for a moment, everyone couldn't see what was going on.

Then, the smoke and dust dissipated, and everyone looked at it, Chen Mo's sword was actually blocked, only an inch away from Leng Ling's throat. But this inch is like a moat, and this sword is deadly separated from it.

And blocking this sword is one of the nine knots of chaos.

"The sword can turn soft, and it can also fold. Sword two, break up!"

Leng Ling still had a hint of panic in his expression at the moment, but he subconsciously pinched the trick in his hand, brought the Chaos Imperial Envoy to his side, and blocked Chen Mo's fatal blow.

"Although Senior Brother Leng lacks experience in dealing with the enemy, as the elder of the sect said, his attainments in the sword technique can be described as the best in the Sword Sect, especially the mastery of my Sword Sect, the way of the Nine Swords, is almost engraved in the bones. ”

Dongfang Cheng stared at Leng Ling's movements, and spoke indifferently, as if he had already expected such a situation.

"The sword of chaos, to the fierce and fierce, if the fire burns the river, it sweeps the heavens and the earth!"

Leng Ling pointed out, and at this moment, the nine-section flying sword flew around him, forcing Chen Mo's figure back. And on top of this flying sword, a raging fire was lit. As the flames burned, they turned into a fire in the air, roaring towards Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's expression was calm, he stood with his sword in his hand, and the thumb of his left hand slashed on his index finger, and immediately a scar appeared on his index finger, and blood oozed out of it and fell on the hilt of the sword.

This ordinary sword made of mortal iron trembled slightly for a moment, as if it were a spiritual intelligence, and the distorted face on its sword body also seemed to come to life at this moment, opening its mouth wide, as if it was about to devour everything.

"Disperse!"

Chen Mo put the sword on his chest and let out a loud shout. Immediately, those distorted faces shook in unison, as if they had fallen from the sword, turning into a curling black mist, forming a wall of fog in front of him.

And the flying sword with flames in the ninth section rushed into this black fog with lightning speed at this moment. Instantly, from the black mist came a sizzling sound, like a flame being extinguished by water.

Leng Ling felt something, his face suddenly turned pale, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had seen the most terrifying picture in the world.

Sword cultivation is closely related to the sword in his hand, and it is inherited from one life. Since the Sword Sect came out of the sword pool and followed Leng Ling, he has been connected with Leng Ling.

Therefore, what he saw and felt in the black fog was presented in Leng Ling's eyes as it was and unmoving. made Leng Ling in this instant, such as after decades.

Every moment, every minute, every breath in these decades, he was killing and being killed. The screams, wails, and begs for mercy before everyone died, like the sound of miru, are endless.

And the pain of killing at first, and the indifference to seeing a person die in the end, are all displayed in him as they are. made Leng Ling feel like he was dozens of years old in this breath. The vicissitudes of life in his eyes, like Chen Mo, also exude wisps of murderous intent.

It's like he has experienced everything Chen Mo has experienced in the past few decades. This made him mature, made him realize, and made him feel no discomfort about killing people at this moment.

"Thank you, brother, for the gift. ”

Although Leng Ling didn't understand what he meant, he also collected all his spiritual power, took the chaos behind him, and respectfully clenched his fists. Everything Chen Mo had just done was said to be fighting the Fa, but rather to giving him the Dao heart that was extremely firm and unscarred during his decades of cultivation, making his future cultivation much easier.

"Needless to say. ”

Chen Mo said coldly, his eyes were lowered, and there was a flickering light in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

"There is a sword move below, but because of the lack of strength and aura, I can only use half a move. If Senior Brother Chen can block this move, he will immediately abandon his sword and admit defeat. ”

After speaking, the sword of chaos behind Leng Ling suddenly let out a hissing sound, like crying and complaining, and the grief was endless. As if the sword was about to collapse, a phantom suddenly appeared on the body of the sword.

This phantom is about two feet tall and tall, and when he looks up, his face is seven points like Leng Ling.

"Sword Nine, return to dust. ”

Leng Ling held it in his hand and made a sword-swinging gesture in the air, slashing straight down from top to bottom. The moment he made this action, several explosions immediately appeared on his body, and the sound of pounding was endless, and countless small wounds appeared on Leng Ling's body, oozing blood, making him turn into a bloody person in an instant.

And the blood on his body slowly seeped out, and it was absorbed by the phantom behind him, making the phantom more and more solid, as if it was about to step out of the void behind him. But after all, he was locked by countless chains, and he couldn't step out, so he could only make a slashing action like Leng Ling.

When this sword fell, the two were obviously far apart, but they seemed to be close at hand, as if, this sword had traveled through countless years and countless time and space, just for this sword to fall.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, Chen Mo could clearly see the trajectory of this sword swinging, but he couldn't do anything to block it, as if this sword fell, penetrating his body, it was a predetermined result, and nothing and anyone could change it. And Leng Ling's swing of the sword is the process of this sword falling.

Boom! As if time and space were shattered, Chen Mo could move again, he looked up, but found that Leng Ling was sweating profusely at the moment, half-kneeling on the ground, and constantly vomiting blood from his mouth, his whole body was bleeding like an injection, but there was an unconcealable light in his eyes, as if he was happy and helpless.

After all, this sword was only half wielded......