Chapter 173

In the room, the little patriarch looked at Wen Qing in surprise and said, "what a surprise! I didn't expect that you, an ordinary person, have such a level of body protection magic weapon!"

"If I hadn't already reached the true spirit realm, I'm afraid I couldn't break the defense of your body protecting magic weapon. Now I kind of understand why those people out there are so nervous about you

Wen Qing looks at the little patriarch in horror. What makes her more shocked is the jade pendant that Chen Mo gave her. She finally understands why Chen Mo told her to wear it close to her body and can't leave for a moment.

It was such an ordinary jade pendant that blocked the little patriarch for half an hour.

"Now, I see who can come to save you!"

Wen Qing closed her eyes and was in despair: "even if I die, I can't be insulted by him!"

"Goodbye in the next life, Xiao Mo!"

I don't know why, when facing death, Wen Qing's first thought was not Li Sufang, who was the most benefactor to her, but Chen mo.

Wen Qing bumps into the wall and wants to commit suicide.

However, the little patriarch was faster than her, and her body flashed in front of Wen Qing. Instead, Wen Qing bumped into the little patriarch's arms.

"Oh, the little beauty takes the initiative to throw herself in her arms. Ha ha ha

Yan Qingcheng's face was cold. He grabbed the bench from the side and threw it at the little patriarch.

With a wave of his hand, the hard solid wood bench crashed and sawdust flew, but the little Lord was unhurt.

"Hey, little beauty, don't worry. Wait a moment. It's your turn."

At the moment, Chen Mo is feeling the position of the body protecting jade pendant breath, and is coming at a high speed.

Along the way, Chen Mo didn't care about shocking the world. His speed broke out with all his strength. Passers-by only felt a flash of darkness in front of him, but could not catch anything.

In the room, the little patriarch points the acupoints of Wen Qing and Yan Qingcheng, and puts Wen Qing on the bed

Suddenly, a sense of crisis hit, a burst of air scream from the sky, a golden light burst into the window.

Bang!

The little patriarch dodged one by one, waved and punched the golden light.

Although the golden light was shocked by him, one of his hands was numb by the shock, and his face was shocked!

"Who dares to attack grandfather?"

The little patriarch looked out of the window, looking on guard, but no one responded to him.

Wen Qing's eyes rekindled hope, tears of humiliation slide down Ruyu's cheek.

At the moment, Chen Mo is still a few miles away. He can only use a touch of spiritual knowledge to attach to the sky chopping sword to explore Wen Qing's situation.

At the critical moment, Chen Mo Yu's emissary chopped the sky sword to attack the little Lord. However, due to the distance, the power of the sword was greatly reduced and was easily blocked by the little Lord.

"It's said that the top sword immortal can take a person's head from thousands of miles away with one sword. With my current cultivation, this distance is the limit."

Chen Mo is a little depressed and eager to recover his strength as soon as possible.

However, this is enough. The potential crisis has not been solved, and the little Lord has no time to hurt Wen Qing.

This period of time is enough for Chen Mo to rush to rescue Wen Qing and Wen Qing.

"Who is it! Three hundred rounds of fighting with my grandfather The little patriarch looks around in disbelief. Although he has reached the true spiritual realm and is equivalent to the master of martial arts, he can't find Chen Mo several miles away.

Chen Mo's speed has exceeded that of the high-speed rail, and he has already finished his journey in less than a minute a few miles away.

When Chen Mo's figure broke into the door, the young patriarch was shocked: "it's you! You, you're not dead

"How could that be possible?"

The little patriarch is a little sluggish. He can't imagine how Chen Mo escaped from that mountain.

He glances at Wen Qing, who is smiling and tearful on the bed, and Yan Qingcheng, whose face is full of anger. Chen Mo's eyes are killing.

"I'm going to wipe you out of the world!"

The cold voice contains endless anger. It seems that the whole world is not enough to be buried with.

If Chen Mo comes late, even if he destroys the earth, he can't make up for his regret.

The little patriarch was afraid. He felt that the young man standing in front of him was not a man, but a bloodthirsty God!

"Don't do it. You want heroes to save beauty, don't you? I'll give them to you, and you'll let me go? " The little Lord shook his hands and said with a smile.

The answer to him is a light cry, and the sky sword is suspended three feet above Chen Mo's head.

It seems to feel the master's anger. The sword body of the sky chopping sword trembles in the void. It sounds like a dragon's song, sometimes strong or weak, like a monster eager to drink blood.

The little patriarch realizes that Chen Mo will not let him go and is ready to put all his eggs in one basket. A flash of body shape, came to the bedside, a hand to grasp Wen qingruyu's neck.

"Boy, let me go, or I'll kill you..."Before the words were finished, the little patriarch suddenly screamed: "ah!"

A touch of gold flashed across the little patriarch's arm extending to Wen Qing. With a bloody sword, one arm was cut off.

"What is this! Why is it so powerful? "

The little patriarch looks at Chen Mo in horror, trying to control Wen Qing, but his other hand is too slow to stretch out.

Chen Mo Gang's sword was too fast for him to react.

"You don't deserve to know!"

Brush!

With another sword, the other arm of the little patriarch was cut off neatly.

In front of Chen Mo, the strong man in the master's state has no strength to fight back.

"Ah

The little patriarch uttered a scream and fell on his knees: "master, spare your life! I am willing to submit to the master and offer all my property. Please spare my life

Chen Mo's eyes were red with blood, and his voice was cold and penetrating: "excuse me? Well, I want you to be destroyed

Sanwei zhenhuo was released again, and the little patriarch was surrounded by the fire and gave out a cry of panic.

"What kind of fire is this? Why can burn my soul! Master, spare your life

The little patriarch turns to ashes. Chen Mo uncovers the acupoints of Wen Qing and Yan Qingcheng.

"Sister Wen, you have suffered!"

Chen Mo's face is full of guilt, and his voice is deep and gentle.

Wen Qing hugs Chen Mo and starts to cry. She has been imprisoned for so many days by the little patriarch. She has not shed a drop of tears. But when she saw Chen mo after she was rescued, she burst into tears.

Yan Qingcheng's beautiful face showed a trace of smile, eyes are also slightly red, the heart is the sigh of survival.

"Sister Wen, don't cry. Let me vent my anger for you!"

Chen Mo holds Wen Qing up. His eyes are still killing him. He holds Wen Qing in one hand and Yan Qingcheng in the other, and strides out.

"Who are you?"

Two young gatekeepers gave a cold drink and rushed up at once.

Ah!

Chen Mo's eyes twinkled, and his spiritual power came through his body. They screamed and their heads were different.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone yelled. Immediately, the four families under the young patriarch poured out their nests and killed Chen mo.

Chen Mo holds Wen Qing and Yan Qingcheng in both hands. In his eyes, there is a sea of corpses and blood. All the way through, all of them are dead.

In front of Chen Mo, the inner world warriors are no different from ordinary people.

From the guest room to the hall, a river of blood flowed in the courtyard, and the four family owners who were discussing the matter were shocked.

Yan Qingcheng and Wen Qing are full of horror. Chen Muru is the same God of killing. Everything in front of them has completely overturned their cognition.

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