Creation Color Master

Chapter 473 2 Blood Guard

At the foot of Baisong Mountain, on the only road in and out of Baisong Mountain, an old man in a rainbow white robe is looking at the road ahead, as if waiting for something?

At one side, there were eight disciples who were now sitting there in silence.

Elder Changhong looked back at his eight disciples, a trace of heartache flashing in his eyes.

He had twelve disciples in his lifetime, who inherited his legacy and prospered the Changhong lineage in Baisong Mountain.

Unfortunately, fate played tricks on him and the first four disciples were all killed by one man. Only then did he realize where his problem lay.

I only taught them the advanced sword skills, but did not teach them how to navigate the world, judge people and make decisions. I have really hurt them.

At first he didn't believe the news his disciple brought back, but when the identity token appeared, he understood and accepted the reality with sorrow.

To prevent any accidents, he went to the place Chu Mo mentioned. Sure enough, he found the inn and asked about the whole story. It was exactly the same as Chu Mo said.

When he heard that Chu Mo wanted to meet him to discuss cooperation, he went down the mountain without hesitation and waited there.

On a remote forest path, there were only a dozen figures standing there.

The moment he saw the six sword slaves appear, Meng Xiaofeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he said in a lost voice: "Killer, you actually have a group of killers as your subordinates."

Chu Mo said with a half-smile: "Meng Xiaofeng, your wishful thinking was wrong from the beginning. Your every move these days has been under their surveillance, including your secret meeting with the blood slave, and every word you said, they know it clearly."

Meng Xiaofeng looked at the group of black-clad killers in horror. He had not expected that their ability to hide was so strong. Even though he had been alert all the time over the past few days, he had not noticed their presence.

Meng Xiaofeng was completely frightened at this moment. He looked up at Chu Mo and said, "I came here to avenge my blood slaves. You were the ones who killed my blood slaves first. What do you think about this?"

Seeing that he was still trying to argue, Chu Mo said sternly, "Shut up, Meng Xiaofeng. You slaughtered the entire Tianming Village for your own selfishness. If I meet you, I will naturally kill this scourge. Do you think I can let him continue to kill people?"

Meng Xiaofeng sneered, "Chu Mo, why do you have to be so serious? Even the local governor didn't pursue this matter, so why bother? How about you let me go today and write off all our affairs?"

Chu Mo sneered and said, "It doesn't matter. I don't care what the local governor does. Since I have come across your matter, I will not forgive you easily."

After hearing Chu Mo's words, Meng Xiaofeng said sternly: "Chu Mo, why are you so aggressive? What happened between us is written off and we will not interfere with each other from now on. Don't forget that my master is the Blood Bubble Ancestor."

Chu Mo looked at Meng Xiaofeng, who was arrogant after mentioning the Blood Bubble Ancestor, with endless coldness in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Humph, the Blood Robe Ancestor's Blood Demonic Art, which turns living people into blood slaves, is such a vicious art. Even if you don't tell me, I will go find him."

After hearing this, Meng Xiaofeng stood there in a daze, showing an expression of disbelief, and said: "With your strength, you actually dare to provoke my master. You really don't know how to live or die. I'm afraid you will go there alive but not come back alive, hum."

Chu Mo looked at Meng Xiaofeng with a smile, and said slowly: "Oh, you don't need to worry about this matter, just go on your journey with peace of mind."

"Jiye, kill him for me."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jiye, who had been hostile to Meng Xiaofeng from the beginning, was naturally very happy now that he had taken action.

He just slashed out with his sword quickly, and the long sword was filled with endless sword intent. Under this attack, Meng Xiaofeng had no power to fight back.

Faced with the wind of death blowing towards him, Meng Xiaofeng could only accept death.

Just when Meng Xiaofeng gave up resistance and thought he would die today, he didn't expect that a figure blocked the fatal blow for him.

He looked forward and saw a middle-aged man in a black robe blocking his way. After seeing the man's appearance, Meng Xiaofeng was very surprised and asked, "Twelve Blood Guards, why are you here? Did Master ask you to come here to protect me?"

Facing the person who suddenly appeared, there was no trace of emotion on Chu Mo's face. Even though the other party's cultivation was comparable to Yang Jiye's, it was far from enough for him to come and save people with just such strength.

Just as Chu Mo was thinking silently in his heart, Meng Xiaofeng became arrogant again because of the arrival of the Twelve Blood Guards. He pointed at Chu Mo and shouted, "Chu Mo, you'd better let me go today. I'm not afraid to tell you that the twelve blood slaves under my master are all powerful and were famous strong men when they were alive. Be smart and let me go."

"I'll stick to what I said before. We'll keep to ourselves and I won't cause you any trouble. So, this is already my biggest concession. Don't push your luck."

Chu Mo sneered when he heard this, and said in a grim tone: "Meng Xiaofeng, I don't know where your confidence comes from. Did this person give it to you?"

"Do you really think I was just talking before? I must kill you here today. Six sword slaves, kill him for me."

"Yang Jiye, I'll leave these twelve blood guards that just appeared to you. I want to see how powerful the twelve blood guards under this Blood Bubble Ancestor are."

After hearing Chu Mo's order, Yang Jiye, who was originally ready to fight at any time, turned into a shadow when he heard Chu Mo's words and swung his long sword at him.

While Chu Mo was fighting fiercely, the Changhong clan, who were waiting anxiously on the trail on the other side, never showed up.

"Master, is Chu Mo trying to play a trick on us? Why hasn't he come yet at this hour?"

"Humph, this guy is so arrogant that he actually made Master wait here for such a long time. I think he is just here to make fun of us."

Old Man Changhong was still very calm, stroking his beard and looking into the distance. He was also wondering what Chu Mo wanted to do by looking for him?

Although he was a little conflicted, he decided to trust Chu Mo once. He didn't think Chu Mo would be so bored as to entertain himself.

Seeing his disciples all filled with righteous indignation, Elder Changhong coughed and said, "Why are you making so much noise? Maybe the other party is delayed by something. Seeing how you all can't keep calm, calm down and recite the sword formula a hundred times in silence."

Hearing this, the disciples wailed, obviously unwilling in their hearts, but under the pressure of Old Man Changhong's eyes, they still did as they were told.

Old Man Changhong chose to continue waiting for Chu Mo, and the battle on Chu Mo's side was gradually coming to an end.

The military strategists fought against the Yin-Yang strategists, the sword intent faced the power of earth and stone, one focused on attack and the other focused on defense, the dazzling attacks made people look sideways.

But despite this, the strongest defense was eventually breached, and Yang Jiye seized the opportunity and killed him with one strike.

The six sword slaves can easily fight across levels when combined, and can easily deal with even the second level Soul Condensation Stage. How could Meng Xiaofeng, who is only at the second level Awakening Stage, be their opponent?

Soon, he was stabbed through the heart by Zhen Gang's sword, and he looked up at the sky with unwillingness in his eyes.

Thinking of the appointment with Chu Mo, his heart immediately tightened. It was already noon, and he had to speed up.

The appearance of the Twelve Blood Guards delayed a lot of time, and the agreed time has passed. Chu Mo doesn't want to be seen as someone who does not keep his word.