In the room, the young sect leader looked at Wen Qing in surprise and said in amazement: "It's really unexpected. I didn't expect that an ordinary person like you would have such a level of protective magic weapon in your body!"
"If I hadn't already cultivated to the True Spirit Realm, I probably wouldn't have been able to break through the defense of your protective magic weapon. Now I kind of understand why those people outside are so nervous about you."
Wen Qing looked at the young sect leader in horror. What was even more shocking was the jade pendant that Chen Mo gave her. She finally understood why Chen Mo had repeatedly told her to wear it personally and never leave it for a moment.
Just such an ordinary jade pendant actually blocked the young sect leader for half an hour.
The young sect leader gave a bad laugh, and the hot light in his eyes grew brighter: "Now, let's see who can come to save you!"
Wen Qing closed her eyes in resignation, her heart filled with despair: "Even if I die, I will never be insulted by him!"
"Xiao Mo, see you in the next life!"
For some reason, when facing death, the first person Wen Qing thought of was not Li Sufang, who had been the most kind to her, but Chen Mo.
Wen Qing hit the wall and wanted to commit suicide.
But the young sect master was faster than her, and he stepped in front of Wen Qing. Instead, Wen Qing ran into the young sect master's arms.
"Hey, the little beauty took the initiative to throw herself into my arms, so I would be disrespectful. Hahaha!"
Yan Qingcheng's face was cold, and he grabbed the bench from the side and threw it at the young sect leader.
The young sect master waved his hand casually, and the hard solid wooden bench crashed and sawdust flew, but the young sect master was unscathed.
"Hey, little beauty, don't worry, wait a moment, it will be your turn soon."
At this moment, Chen Mo sensed the aura of the protective jade pendant and was coming quickly.
Along the way, Chen Mo didn't care about shocking the world, and exploded with all his speed. Passers-by only felt a black shadow flash in front of their eyes, and could not capture anything.
In the room, the young sect master clicked on the acupuncture points of Wen Qing and Yan Qingcheng, and placed Wen Qing on the bed...
Suddenly, a sense of crisis hit, a scream fell from the sky, and a golden light burst in from outside the window.
Bang!
The young sect leader dodged to avoid it, and punched away the golden light with his hand.
Although the golden light was knocked back by him, one of his hands was also numb from the shock, and his face was full of horror!
"Who dares to sneak attack Grandpa!"
The young sect master looked out the window with a wary look on his face, but no one responded to him.
Hope rekindled in Wen Qing's eyes, and tears of humiliation fell down Ruyu's cheeks.
At this moment, Chen Mo was still several miles away, so he could only use a touch of spiritual consciousness to attach to the Tianzhan Sword to detect Wen Qing's condition first.
At the critical moment, Chen Mo used the Heaven-Destroying Sword to attack the young sect leader. However, due to the distance, the power of the Heaven-Destroying Sword was greatly reduced, and it was easily blocked by the young sect leader.
"The legendary swordsman is the ultimate swordsman who can take a person's head from a thousand miles away with one sword. With my current level of cultivation, this distance of several miles is my limit."
Chen Mo was a little frustrated and had a great desire to regain his strength as soon as possible.
However, this is enough. The potential crisis has not been resolved, and the young sect leader has no time to hurt Wen Qing.
This time was enough for Chen Mo to arrive and rescue Wen Qing and the others.
"Who has the guts to come out! Fight Grandpa and me for three hundred rounds!" The young sect leader looked around in surprise. Although he had reached the True Spirit Realm and was equivalent to a martial arts master, he could not detect Chen Mo who was several miles away.
Chen Mo's current speed has exceeded that of the high-speed rail. It is several miles away and has been completed in less than a minute.
The moment Chen Mo's figure broke through the door, the young sect leader was filled with horror: "It's you! You, you're not dead!"
"How can this be!"
The young sect leader was a little dazed. He really couldn't imagine how Chen Mo escaped from that mountain peak.
Glancing at Wen Qing, who was smiling and crying on the bed, and then at Yan Qingcheng, who was full of anger, Chen Mo saw murderous intent in his eyes.
"I will completely erase you from this world!"
The cold voice contained endless anger, and it seemed that the whole world was not enough to accompany him.
If Chen Mo had arrived even ten minutes late, even if the earth was destroyed, it would not be able to make up for the regret in his heart.
The young sect master was frightened, and a trace of fear arose in his heart. He felt that the young man standing in front of him was not a human being at all, but a bloodthirsty demon god!
"Don't do it. Do you want a hero to save the beauty? I'll hand them over to you and you let me go?" The young sect leader shook his hands and said with a smile.
What answered him was a soft cry, and the Heaven-Destroying Sword floated three feet above Chen Mo's head with fierce killing intent.
As if feeling the anger of its master, the blade of the Heaven-Zhanying Sword trembled in the void, and it made a soft roar like a dragon's roar that alternated between strong and weak, like a monster eager to drink blood.
The young sect master realized that Chen Mo would not let him go, and was ready to make a desperate move. In a flash, he came to the bedside and grabbed Wen Qingruyu's neck with one hand.
"Boy, let me go, or I'll kill you..."
Before he finished speaking, the young sect leader suddenly screamed: "Ah!"
A flash of golden light quickly flashed across the young sect leader's arm reaching for Wen Qing, and with a bloody sword, one arm was cut off.
"This, what kind of magic weapon is this! Why is it so powerful?"
The young sect master looked at Chen Mo in horror, wanting to control Wen Qing, but he didn't dare to stretch out his other hand.
Chen Mo's sword strike just now was so fast that he had no time to react.
"You don't deserve to know!"
brush!
With another sword strike, the young sect leader's other arm was neatly cut off.
A strong man at the Grand Master level had no power to fight back in front of Chen Mo, who was at the fourth level of Qi Condensation.
"ah!"
The young sect leader let out a scream and suddenly fell to his knees: "Master, spare my life! I am willing to surrender to you, master, and offer all my family property. Please spare my life!"
Chen Mo's eyes were blood red and his voice was cold to the bone: "Spare you? Humph, I will destroy you physically and mentally!"
The three-flavored true fire was released again, and the young sect leader was surrounded by flames and let out a horrified roar.
"What kind of fire is this? Why can it burn my soul! Master, have mercy on me, have mercy on me!"
The young sect leader was reduced to ashes, and Chen Mo unlocked the acupoints on Wen Qing and Yan Qingcheng.
"Sister Wen, I've made you suffer!"
Chen Mo's face was full of guilt, and his voice was low and gentle.
Wen Qing hugged Chen Mo fiercely and burst into tears. She had not shed a single tear after being imprisoned by the young sect leader for so many days, but the moment she saw Chen Mo after being rescued, she burst into tears.
A smile appeared on Yan Qingcheng's beautiful face, her eyes were slightly red, and she felt a sigh of relief for the rest of her life after the disaster.
"Sister Wen, don't cry yet, let me vent my anger for you!"
Chen Mo helped Wen Qing up, with murderous intent in his eyes. He held Wen Qing in one hand and Yan Qingcheng in the other, and strode out.
"who!"
The two young men guarding the door gave a cold shout and rushed forward immediately.
ah!
Chen Mo's eyes flashed, and spiritual power came out of his body. The two of them screamed, and their heads were in different places.
"Enemy attack!"
Someone shouted, and immediately, the four major families under the young sect master came out to kill Chen Mo.
Chen Mo held Wen Qing and Yan Qingcheng with both hands. A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared in his eyes. Everyone he passed along the way had their heads dismembered.
In front of Chen Mo, the inner warriors were no different from ordinary people.
From the guest room to the hall, blood flowed like a river in the courtyard, and the heads of the four major families who were discussing the matter were all shocked.
Yan Qingcheng and Wen Qing's faces were full of horror. Chen Mo was like a god of death. What they saw in front of them had completely subverted their understanding.