Murdering Heaven Edge

Chu Mo smiled and flashed, and directly crossed the two Tianjianshan disciples, the figure disappeared directly in front of these two people. N∈

"What about people?"

"How come?"

“Is there an illusion?”

"How is it possible? I just saw it!"

Two poor Tianjian disciples, looking at each other with a dull look, the whole person is not good.

Then, the two looked at each other and saw the faint color from the other's eyes. Then, the same voice said: "Do we have a ghost!" The two Tianjianmen disciples all made a slap in the face, pale face.

But right away, they heard the direction of the distant sect, and there was a loud roaring voice.

"This voice... How is it like our doorkeeper?" said a disciple.

"I also think... very like our door!" said another disciple.

"What do we do then?"

"What do you do? Just take it here! Mom, don't look at the face and kill, are you too lazy to kill them? What do you want to do? What can you do? Want to go up the mountain to die?" The Tianjianmen who spoke Disciple, older, at this time, he still does not understand that the other is to seek revenge, then he is an idiot!

At this time, on the Tianjianmen Mountain, above the large square, Chu Mo has already fought with a group of people.

The doorkeeper of Tianjianmen saw Chu Mo, angry and angry: "Small beast, we have been looking for you for two years, I can't think of you today dare to come to the door!"

The elders of Tianjianmen over there are all surrounded. Although I don’t know what Chu Mo is eating, I have the courage to go to the martial art of Tianjianmen. But since I am here, I don’t want to go back. Now!

Chu Mo is too lazy to talk nonsense with this group of people, he looked coldly at the door of the sword, and the elders who looked familiar. It was this group of people who sneaked into the Yanhuang City and shot him together, causing him to be hit hard.

"Since I am here today, it is natural to take your dog's head!" Chu Mo said, rushing to the Tianjian door master, a light, a moment, shot at the Tianjian door.

puff!

The Tianjian Gate Master did not have time to say a word more, and the light passed directly through his eyebrows.

Plop. The body of Tianjianmen fell to the ground, and his eyes were still big. As if he didn't believe it at all, he was the master of such a sect, such a powerful master, and he died.

The other elders were all horrified. One of the elders seemed to recognize what the light was. He couldn’t help but exclaim: "That is the sword of Yin Ming's ancestors! How can it be in your hands... little beast, What happened to your Yin Ming ancestors?"

Other elders. All are scared and stupid, all over the body!

What happened to Yin Ming’s ancestors?

Is this still used?

If he is alive, how can his most beloved weapon appear in the hands of the enemy?

"Kill him!" One of the elders made a crazy roar.

puff!

That little sword. Go straight through the throat of this elder.

When!

The long sword in the hands of the second slain elder fell to the ground.

In the crowd, a young man was shocked to see this scene, full of stunned eyes. Still with a thick incredible!

"Isn't that the boy I met on the grassland that year?"

"He is Chu Mo? In just two or three years... How could he rise to this level?"

This young man is exactly the cold autumn!

Just when the cold autumn was shocked, the third elder. Already dead in the hands of Chu Mo.

So far, Chu Mo has not even revealed his own weapons.

Leng Qiu-ming took a nap and then he turned and left.

Tianjianmen is finished!

Even Yin Ming’s ancestors died in his hands. Who could block him?

Do you know the ancestors who lived in the legend?

Don't be kidding, the ancestors are dead and dead, no one knows. Maybe it is already dead.

Leng Qiuming is a very smart young man, talent is good, people are also smart, in the Tianjianmen, prestige is not low, but at this moment, he has been scared.

The other people did not notice the departure of Leng Qiuming. In fact, all the Tianjianmen disciples here were almost scared of their courage. Their legs were soft, their bodies were squatting, and even the courage to escape... Lost.

In their eyes on weekdays, like a god-like elder, in front of this boy, it is as small as an ant, and in the blink of an eye, it will die!

The same door, to several elders, in front of Chu Mo, there is no enemy at all.

Not even a fragrant martial arts, all died under Yin Ming's most beloved little sword.

Chu Mo took a deep breath and looked around. When he looked around, all the disciples of Tianjianmen all lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at him!

Moreover, a considerable part of the repair is low, the legs are soft, and they are directly squatting there, and they are eager to ask for mercy.

"Do not kill me……"

"It doesn't matter to us, don't kill me..."

"We are just ordinary disciples... please don't kill us!"

Chu Mo did not take care of this group of people, but searched in the crowd. In the end, he did not see the trace of Leng Qiu-Ming. In his heart, he said: Nothing is here, it’s good luck, otherwise...even if you don’t kill you, Also at least abolish your skill.

At this moment, there was a sudden anger in the distance: "Who would dare to come to my Tianjianmen to open the killing ring? The old man wants to break you down!"

Then, a figure, like the same group of light, rushed over here, the whole person, just like a meteor.

innate!

Another innate!

It is no wonder that Xia Jing said that this day the sword door is not easy to deal with, and the foundation is really not shallow.

Chu Mo looked cold and watched as the figure continued to fly. When the figure flew over the top of Chu Motou, the whole person of Chu Mo suddenly jumped in the place, and then he slammed his feet and squatted at the man.

"Get me back!"

boom!

That person instantly went out!

The feet of the two... directly collided together!

A loud noise was heard, like a thunder.

Shocked a lot of days below the sword disciples seven bloodshed.

Then, this figure, like the time of coming, was smashed back by Chu Mo, and it also sent out a fierce anger.

The leg bones of one of his legs... completely broken!

"Who else?" Chu Mo’s voice enveloped the sky above the Tianjian Gate, and the cold dawn was like sweeping in all directions.

In the depths of Tianjianmen, in the mountainside of a mountain, an old man who had to be white, quietly sat there, everything that happened outside, as if he had nothing to do with him.

Including the death of the Tianjianmen and the elders, and just a congenital ancestor who was directly abolished by a leg, the old man who was all white, was indifferent and did not move.

However, when Chu Mo shouted out the scorpion, the eyes of the old man suddenly opened, and the two sharp swords were shot in the middle of the scorpion, but the light was just a flash. (To be continued.)