Murdering Heaven Edge

The old man was obviously scared and stupid. I couldn’t think of Chu Mo’s tyranny to this point. This is the lore of their ancient swords!

Many people know that the ancient swordsmanship is very powerful and has been passed down for a few years, quite old. I also know that the disciples of the ancient swords of each generation walking in the world are very powerful, and they are amazing. But very few people know that the swords of the ancient swords are also a must!

Because there are very few disputes with people, so today, people who know the swordsmanship of the ancient swords are not much in the whole world.

Of course, Chu Mo will not know.

But he did feel the power of their swords, so Chu Mo shot, but also quite fierce.

This knife was originally directed at the head of the old man.

At the moment of the knife falling, Chu Mo hesitated a moment and turned the knife that could have opened the old man's head to the shoulders of the old man.

Hey!

One of the old men’s arms screamed and screamed, and then the whole person fell from above the high heavens.

Although Chu Mo did not kill him, this knife is absolutely uncomfortable for this old swordsman. Because Chu Mo's knife method contains a strong law of heaven and earth, it contains the Tao of the ink. Therefore, this knife will not only break the old man's arm.

The Emperor's arm is broken and can be reborn, but the arm that has been broken by the knife of Chu Mo, even if it is born again, may need to be raised for many years.

However, this is already the result of Chu Moren’s righteousness. Otherwise, this knife goes down, this old man will die undoubtedly, even the gods can smash him!

The seven-man sword array, one less, the complete killing was broken, and the power suddenly reduced countless times.

Chu Mo used only a few knives, and the remaining six emperors were all dusty. He didn't kill, but the six men were all seriously injured like the old ones before.

"Small beast, how are you!" The strong old man is furious.

"Is it right? I should stand there and be killed by your swordsmanship?" Chu Mo looked at the strong old man and said faintly: "I came to your ancient swords, not to kill. Not to want to be in you. There are two things that I am curious about now. First, your ancient swords have been extended for many years, and there is no dispute with the world. Why do you see that I have such a big reaction? I asked if I have not offended you, do you think? Want to see the Windrunner friends, is it so difficult to verify one thing? Why do you want to obstruct all kinds? Second, there is such a big movement here, the windrunner is in your ancient swords, not an old-age figure, why is he? Hasn't it always appeared? Is it a guilty conscience? Or is it not at the ancient swordsmanship?"

The strong old man took a deep breath and his anger gradually converges. He looked at Chu Mo coldly and coldly: "You said that the windrunner may be enchanted, can there be evidence?"

Chu Mo shook his head: "No."

The strong old man angered: "Nothing by you?"

Chu Mo sighed: "Maybe for you, the windrunner, he is your loved one. You can't accept the fact that he is enchanted. I can understand it. If someone suddenly finds a door, the person around me is enchanted. I became a blood slave of the Mozu, and I will feel angry as well. I will also ask the other party if there is any evidence."

"You know it before?" The strong old man said with no anger.

Chu Mo said: "I got the news before, I have a list here, you are not my first choice."

The strong old man’s voice flashed and he looked at Chu Mo: “What do you mean?”

Chu Mo nodded.

The dialogue between the two is like a dumb puzzle, but both of them understand the meaning of the other party.

Especially the strong old man, holding his hand on his forehead, and then sighed: "I know I know this bastard!"

In the end, the voice of the strong old man became a little sobbing.

All the wounded people have been sent back to heal, and there are only a dozen people left. The young man who was attacked by Chu Mo’s tactics was still there. He looked at the old man and said loudly: “The windrunner’s uncle could never be the kind of person he said, he nonsense!”

The strong old man sighed and waved his hand: "You all go down."

"Elders!" The youth seemed to want to say something.

The strong old man said: "My words, can't you understand?"

"Yes." The young man was unwilling to go with other people and walked back in three steps.

Here, there is only the old man who is now a strong and decadent man and Chu Mo.

The old man looked at Chu Mo, and then looked bitterly: "In fact, many years ago, I had this suspicion. But I don't believe this will be true. He is my disciple."

Chu Mo is silent and looks at the old man.

The old man recalled: "He was an orphan from an early age. The talent is actually not good. In the same generation of disciples, it is impossible to become the best. We are the most ancient swordsmen, each generation of disciples. The excellent one walked the world. So the windrunner had no chance to leave the ancient swords."

The old man said, then muttered: "I blame me. If I didn't let him go out, I wouldn't have happened later."

"You smuggle let him go out and practice?" Chu Mo seized the key to the problem, looking at the old man asked.

The old man sighed: "Yes, it is my selfishness, let him replace the person who should have gone out. I am the elder of the ancient swords, and our ancient swords are not the heads of anytime, anywhere. In the era of the door, the elders were the most powerful ones. At that time, he pleaded and said that he wanted to see the world outside, and he did not want to be alone in the ancient swords. We are masters, but we are similar. Father and son, he respected me very much and was very filial. When I was soft, I made that confused decision."

An orphan, who lost his parents from an early age, was generally gifted and adopted by the ancient swordsman elders. Then I gave a variety of resources to cultivate a little bit. After I grew up, my mind was alive and I wanted to see the bustling world outside. Then the elders of the ancient swords were confused and made a mistake. Put this apprentice out.

This kind of thing is actually said to be worn, and it is no big deal. The rules are dead and the people are alive. Besides the rules of some martial arts, even Chu Mo feels very wonderful.

For example, in the ancient swords, only one of each generation of disciples can go out to walk in the world, and the rest can not leave the sphere of influence of the ancient swords. I have to stay here for the rest of my life. This rule does not even know what it is because of what.

Therefore, the smuggling of the elders, Chu Mo did not feel anything.

Speaking of it, this windrunner did not lose face to the ancient swords. After he went out, he made a lot of fame in the world, and experienced many battles, big and small, without a defeat. Then return to the sect, the realm has been improved, and finally succeeded beyond the realm of the emperor, stepping into the ranks of the top power of the quasi-supreme.

With the old man's narrative, the image of the windrunner is a little bit full in Chu Mo's mind.

The Windrunner is a fairly conceited person, and he is also working hard enough.

He used to be talented, or to replace others, to be able to leave the sect and walk in the world. Then he was replaced by him, even if he didn't say it, but his heart must be very unpleasant.

The big name created by the Windrunner in the world is like the counterattack of the ancient Jianpai disciple of his generation. As if telling each other: Although I replaced you, I am doing better than you!

"Later, he returned to the martial art. At that time, his strength was infinitely close to the quasi-supreme. I was delighted at the time, but my heart was somewhat doubtful." The old man sighed: "With his talent, it is really not very good. It may have such a great achievement. Even if I got the adventure, I got a chance, but it was also unbelievable. As a result, I had a big fight with him. He said that I didn’t believe him, even he said that I he"

The old man said this, want to laugh, but the eyes are red. He looked at Chu Mo: "Have you ever seen someone who has a child in this world? Although he is not my own, I have no Taoists in my life, and I have no children. I regard him as if I am, will I marry him? ?"

Chu Mo thought of his Master Monarch, the kind of envy, once again along the heart of Chu Mo's heart, very warm heart. At this time, he seems to have some understanding of the poor old man in front of him, why the reaction at the beginning was so big.

The old man looked up at Chu Mo and whispered: "Now do you understand why I hate you so much? Because you are Chu Mo! Because you have been killing Qin people in this day! And Qin family, is the Mozu! And when you come to the door, you want to see the windrunner, that is the one that I least want to see!"

"He is not here now, right?" Chu Mo said.

"Yes, after we had a big argument with the mentor, he left, saying that one day, I would prove it to me, and I want to know how good he is. He said that one day, if the martial art is in danger, he will definitely return. She sheltered us." The old man sighed: "There are still a lot of inexplicable words. At that time, I suspected that with his talent, it is impossible to make such great progress, but I really did not think about it to the Mozu until Recently, the more I think about the more wrong, I always feel that his changes are too strange."

"After he left, came back?" Chu Mo asked.

The old man nodded: "I have come back many times and often give some guidance to the later generations, so those children respect him very much."

"When did he come back last time, what time is it? Can you find his exact position?" Chu Mo asked the old man.

The face of the old man showed a struggling color.

Chu Mo said seriously: "This matter is related to the air traffic of the entire Terran monk. If you don't want to kill him, or watch him kill countless people, it is best to find him and seal him. ”

"You, are you not killing him?" The old man raised his head fiercely and looked at Chu Mo. In his eyes, he showed a hint of hope. To be continued