"Kill, he's just an acquired ten-fold, so many of us, are we still afraid that he won't succeed?"

"This man is so arrogant that he really thinks that we are afraid of him?"

"Kill this person, this immortal cultivation order is ours, the road to immortal cultivation is close at hand!"

A murderous aura rose into the sky, and the breeze that was originally still small was actually whistling at this moment, and the immortal cultivation order was close at hand, and this group of people was finally completely provoked to kill. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If it is completed, the road to cultivating immortals is close at hand.

Defeat is another ten years of penance.

Wu Shaoyang's eyes were full of horror, even if the group of immortal cultivators had just been on his body, they had never been crazy, and now, even if he was far away from the center of the immortal cultivation order, this murderous aura also made his heart tremble.

Countless martial artists were as dense as a swarm of bees pouring out of the nest, and Chu Mo, who was centered on the Immortal Cultivation Order, was the first to bear the brunt.

Everyone knew that in order to get the cultivation order, they had to get rid of this ten-fold martial artist of the day after tomorrow.

Looking at the dense and murderous warriors, Chu Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth brought a strange smile.

Lowering his head, he gently wiped the iron sword with a touch of scarlet in his hand, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice: "Old man, it's been ten years, I'll take you crazy!"

It's just a thousand, it's just a group of juniors who are not yet congenital, since you want this immortal cultivation order, then you can stay one by one!

Seeing that the attack that was close at hand was about to attack his body, Chu Mo, who was originally motionless, finally moved.

With a slight twist of the long sword, the immovable sound area of the mountain pierced through the crowd like a withered leaf.

Swordsmanship, sword with people, sword with my heart.

Chu Mo's speed was not fast, and he even looked a little clumsy in the eyes of everyone, but in this clumsy figure, scarlet blood flowers kept blooming.

This group of people was horrified to find that every time they confidently thought that the arrogant warrior in front of them was about to be attacked by themselves, they found that a terrifying scar on the neck was slowly spreading.

Every time he pulled the sword flower, it was a splash of blood, and the originally green grass was unconsciously covered with dead corpses.

Blood, stained all over the land, red and bewitching, bewitching and terrifying.

The fear in Wu Shaoyang's eyes became bigger and bigger, and he clearly saw that the white shadow was as terrifying as death, and the groups of martial artists everywhere he passed were so desperate that they covered their necks and slowly collapsed unwillingly.

Blood poured out of their hands, and the rust that was still rusty on the hands of the Grim Reaper slowly receded, and the entire sword body was full of bewitching scarlet.

Wu Shaoyang finally understood that the so-called rust was not the result of oxidation when exposed to air, but blood, which was the result of the blood that had not been wiped off.

This is a demon, the thousand-strong warrior brigade has become sparse and scattered in less than a few minutes, blood splattered everywhere he passed, and what is even more terrifying is that this person's white shirt is not stained with the slightest trace of blood.

It's still so white, and it doesn't stir up dust.

"No, this is a demon, he is not a human at all, he is a devil!" The remaining group of warriors finally became frightened, and they frantically threw away their weapons and fled in all directions.

The order of cultivating immortals is important, but it is even more important to be alive.

Only by living can there be hope.

But they were horrified to find that they could not escape at all, as if they were locked by death, and they were already unconscious after a flash of cold light.

A cold wind blew, Wu Shaoyang shivered, where was there that group of murderous warriors in front of him, and some were just martial artists who pushed to death.

On top of this group of corpses, a white-clothed man was standing with a sword, with a smile on his lips like a grim reaper.

Looking at the Shangqing with the handle in his hand exuding a bewitching scarlet, the corners of Chu Mo's mouth curled slightly, as if he was talking to himself: "Old man, are you satisfied?"

Recite~

Shangqing Jian let out a soft groan, as if he was replying to Chu Mo, content, enjoying.

"It's been ten years, and you still can't change this murderous nature!" A demon who kills people without blinking an eye has the face to blame a sword, which is really shameless.

This group of people does not have a master whose strength has reached the innate sixfold or above, although there are thousands, they don't even give themselves a single skill point, Chu Mo is a little pity.

What a few minutes of your time wasted!

Sighing lightly, Chu Mo looked at Wu Shaoyang: "I said, I guarantee that your martial arts family will quit unharmed, and now that I promise to do it, you can go!"

He was not afraid that this Wu Shaoyang would snatch this immortal cultivation order, and this thousand corpses were enough for him to recognize the situation in front of him.

More than a dozen martial artists swallowed heavily, their faces were extremely pale, but everyone's eyes were looking at Wu Shaoyang, the backbone of the martial family.

Wu Shaoyang's face was full of wry smiles, but he also had a hint of happiness: "Thank you seniors, I don't know if the seniors can tell me the name?"

Chu Mo's brows furrowed slightly, and seeing Chu Mo's expression, Wu Shaoyang swallowed heavily and hurriedly explained: "Don't blame the seniors, the juniors just want to know your name, so that they can remember it, and they have no other intentions!"

On the path of martial arts, the one who reaches the path comes first, even if he is already thirty, but it is natural to call Chu Mo's senior.

Wu Shaoyang is not an idiot, an acquired ten-fold person can do this kind of sword without leaving a trace, and blood is splashed three feet without touching his body, he will not die, maybe, but he must have escaped with serious injuries!

And the person in front of him, the strength of the innate master is undoubted, but Wu Shaoyang can't think of who this innate master in front of him is!

"Chu Mo!"

The eyebrows stretched, and Chu Mo finally chose to tell him, his name couldn't be hidden, and he had an immortal cultivation order in his hand, who wouldn't know?

Chu Mo!

Wu Shaoyang was shocked, who doesn't know Chu Mo's name? The husband of Liu Qingya, the fairy of Allure, although he is also famous because of Liu Qingya's reputation, but it is just a joke, who calls him a waste.

But in the past two days, there has been a huge wave in the entire Chu country.

It was rumored that this person was Xiao Yiran, a sword immortal who fell ten years ago, and this news undoubtedly shook the entire Chu State.

That's the demon who stirred up the situation in the Chu country!

Although it is rumored that he is just an immortal under the yellow grade, compared with him who was already a congenital double ten years ago, Liu Qingya, who only reached the eightfold earth grade immortal quality at the age of twenty, said that the latter is nothing at all.

After ten years of retreat, even if his strength is not what it used to be, Wu Shaoyang knows that Xiao Yiran in front of him has at least recovered his innate strength.

Also, apart from him, who else can do such a bleak situation among the thousands of acquired martial artists, and destroy the enemy head while talking and laughing!

With a wry smile, but with respect: "It turned out to be the predecessor of Sword Immortal Xiao Yiran, but this immortal cultivation order has chosen a good master!"

His brows furrowed slightly, and he waved his sleeves: "Xiao Yiran, I'm no longer him, I'm Chu Mo!"

"Yes!" Wu Shaoyang didn't dare to provoke the god of death in front of him: "Then the junior will take someone away!"

Chu Mo didn't pay attention to Wu Shaoyang, the Shangqing sword in his hand was sheathed by himself, and he glanced around, but the green ridge became empty and lonely at the moment.

Lowered his head and picked up the culprit immortal cultivation order that he had discarded on the ground, and received it in his arms at will, slowly disappearing on the battlefield full of corpses.