Chu Mo smiled. His body flashed, and he passed by the two Sky Sword Mountain disciples, vanishing before their eyes.
"Where is he?"
"Why is he gone?"
"Was I hallucinating?"
"How is that possible? I saw it clearly just now! "
The two pitiful Sky Sword Sect disciples looked around in a daze, not feeling well at all.
Then, the two of them looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. Then, they said in unison, "Are we seeing ghosts?!" The two Heavenly Sword Sect disciples shivered and their faces turned deathly pale.
But immediately, they heard an earth-shattering roar from the direction of the sect.
"This voice... why does it sound like our sect leader?" one of the disciples said.
"I also feel that... it sounds like our sect leader!" the other disciple said.
"Then what do we do?"
"What do you mean what do we do? Just stay here! D * mn, can't you see that he doesn't even want to kill us? What do you want to do? What can you do? Do you want to go up the mountain and die? " The Sky Sword Sect disciple who spoke was a little older. At this time, if he still did not understand that the other party was here for revenge, then he would be an idiot!
At this time, on the Sky Sword Sect Mountain, on the spacious square, Chu Mo was already fighting with a group of people.
The Sky Sword Sect leader saw Chu Mo and was enraged. "Little b * stard, we have been looking for you for two years. Who would have thought that you would come to us today!"
On the other side, the elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect also surrounded him. Although they didn't know what gave Chu Mo the courage to come to the Heavenly Sword Sect, since he had come, he wouldn't be able to go back!
Chu Mo could not be bothered with this group of people. Coldly, he looked at the Sky Sword Sect leader and the few familiar elders. Back then, it was this group of people who had infiltrated Yan Huang City and attacked him together, causing him to be seriously injured.
"Since I am here today, naturally I will take your dog heads!" As Chu Mo spoke, he waved his hand at the Sky Sword Sect leader, and a beam of light shot towards him.
Puff!
The Heavenly Sword Sect Master didn't even have time to say another word before the ray of light pierced through his forehead.
With a plop, the Heavenly Sword Sect disciple's corpse fell to the ground, his eyes still wide open. It was as if he couldn't believe that he, the dignified leader of a sect, such a powerful expert, had died just like that.
The other elders were all shocked. One of the elders seemed to recognize what the light was and couldn't help but exclaim, "That's Forefather Yin Ming's sword! Why is it in your hands … Little bastard, what did you do to Forefather Yin Ming? "
The other elders were all scared silly and their bodies were covered in cold sweat!
What happened to Patriarch Yin Ming?
Was there still a need to say it?
If he was alive, how could his most beloved weapon appear in the hands of his enemy?
"Kill him!" One of the elders let out a crazed roar.
Puff!
The small sword pierced through the elder's throat.
Clang!
The sword in the hands of the second elder who was killed fell to the ground.
In the crowd, a young man watched this scene with incomparable shock. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief!
"Isn't this the young man I met on the grassland?"
"He's Chu Mo? In a short two to three years … How could he possibly raise his cultivation to this level? "
This young man was Leng Qiuming!
Just as Leng Qiuming was overwhelmed with shock, the third elder had already died at the hands of Chu Mo.
Up until now, Chu Mo hadn't even … drawn his weapon.
Leng Qiuming shuddered all over. Then, he turned and left.
The Heavenly Sword Sect was finished!
Even Forefather Yin Ming had died at his hands. Who else in the entire Heavenly Sword Sect could stop him?
Those legendary Forefathers who didn't know life from death?
What a joke. No one knew whether those Forefathers were dead or alive. Perhaps they were already long dead.
Leng Qiuming was a rather smart young man. He was talented and quick-witted. In the Heavenly Sword Sect, his prestige was not low. However, at this moment, he was already scared out of his wits.
The others did not notice Leng Qiuming's departure. In fact, almost all the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples here were scared out of their wits. Their legs were weak, and their bodies were trembling. Even the courage to escape … was almost completely gone.
The elders who were like gods in their eyes were actually as insignificant as ants in front of this young man. In the blink of an eye, they were all dead!
Their sect leader and several elders were no match for Chu Mo at all.
In less than the time it took for an incense stick to burn, they were all killed by Yin Ming's most beloved small sword.
Chu Mo took a deep breath and looked around. Wherever his gaze landed, all the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples lowered their heads. None of them dared to look him in the eye!
Moreover, a considerable number of those with low cultivation bases directly knelt there, trembling and begging for mercy.
"Don't kill me …"
"It has nothing to do with us. Don't kill me …"
"We're just ordinary disciples … please don't kill us!"
Chu Mo did not pay attention to this group of people. Instead, he searched the crowd. In the end, he did not see any trace of Leng Qiuming. He thought to himself, You're lucky you didn't appear here. Otherwise … even if I don't kill you, I'll at least cripple your cultivation.
At this moment, an angry voice suddenly came from afar, "Who dares to come to my Heavenly Sword Sect and start a massacre? I'll tear you into a thousand pieces! "
Then, a figure dashed over at high speed like a ball of light. His entire person was like a meteor.
Xiantian!
Another Xiantian!
No wonder Xia Jing said that the Heavenly Sword Sect was not easy to deal with. Their foundation was indeed not shallow.
Coldly, Chu Mo watched the figure flying toward him. When the figure flew above Chu Mo's head, Chu Mo suddenly leaped up, and then … kicked that person fiercely.
"Get lost!"
Boom!
That person instantly kicked!
Their feet … collided with each other!
An earth-shattering sound was heard, like a sudden clap of thunder.
Many Heavenly Sword Sect disciples below bled from their seven orifices.
Then, just like how it came, the figure was kicked back by Chu Mo. Furthermore, the figure let out an extremely furious and miserable howl.
The bones of one of his legs … were completely shattered!
"Who else?" Chu Mo's voice enveloped the entire sky above the Heavenly Sword Sect. His cold gaze seemed to sweep across the surroundings.
In the depths of the Heavenly Sword Sect, in the belly of a huge mountain, an old man with white hair and beard sat there quietly. It was as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.
Including the death of the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader and the elders, as well as the crippling of a Xiantian Ancestor's leg, this white-haired old man remained indifferent. He did not seem to be moved at all.
However, when Chu Mo shouted, the old man's eyes suddenly opened. Two rays of light as sharp as swords shot out from his eyes. However … this light only lasted for a moment.
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