In the distance, more than a dozen people rushed over quickly.
The leader was a stubble-faced, majestic, mighty middle-aged man.
This person is the owner of Xuedao Village, Xuedao!
Most of the rest of them are warriors of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and even those with the lowest cultivation are half-step Spiritual Martial Realm.
“Boy, no matter who you are, if you dare to kill me, you will only die.”
Xuedao came to the front and saw the blood flowing into a river, his eyes were about to burst, and he roared angrily.
“After today, the Blood Knife Village will cease to exist!”
Su Mo said indifferently.
“It’s a big tone, you want to destroy my blood knife village, and you don’t look at yourself.”
Beside Xuedao, a deputy village master with a gloomy face sneered and said: “Village master, don’t bother you to do it, I will kill him!”
Xue Dao nodded and said, “Old Hu, be careful!”
Deputy Zhaizhu Hu gave a disdainful smile: “It’s only the first level of Lingwu Realm, no matter how strong it is, how strong it can be.”
Hu Fuzhaizhu is a second-level spiritual martial artist, powerful, and a first-level spiritual martial artist, he is not yet in his eyes.
After saying that, Deputy Village Master Hu flew forward, and a black saber appeared in his hand, and he slashed at Huashan Mountain with all his strength, and slashed at Su Mo’s head.
The jet-black knife light is cold and chilly, and its power is astonishing.
A cruel smile appeared on Deputy Village Master Hu’s face.
The next moment, the smile on his face froze suddenly.
A flash of white light, swift as lightning, directly cut him in half, and his intestines and viscera spilled all over the floor.
what!
Deputy Village Master Hu only had time to scream, and died immediately.
“what?”
Everyone turned pale with shock, Deputy Village Master Hu, who was at the second level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, was beheaded with a single strike.
Who is this boy? How could it be so terrifying!
Xue Dao frowned, and said coldly: “Everyone go together, surround him and kill him!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
More than a dozen senior officials of Blood Knife Village charged towards Su Mo with sabers in their hands.
The blood knife took the lead, holding a blood-red giant knife in his hand, and slashed out with a burst of blood.
“Blood Cloud Slash!”
The blood-colored saber energy, like a cloud of blood, tore through the void, unstoppable.
“Die! Die! Die!”
Su Mo’s eyes were also red-eyed. The two spiritual qi in his body circulated crazily, and the sword intent gushed out.
Wind Demon Sword Gang!
Wind and clouds!
The wind howled for nine days!
After performing three sword moves in a row, Su Mo stopped and stood there quietly.
At this moment, there was no one standing in front of him.
He almost killed all the people in Blood Knife Village.
Half of Xue Dao’s body was cut off, and he was lying on the ground, not completely dead, dying, his eyes were full of panic and unwillingness.
Looking at the ground where blood flowed like rivers, countless limbs and arms were broken.
Su Mo took a deep breath and shouted, “Swallow!”