Chapter 1448 Killing Is so Difficult

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Wuji, who was lying on the ground, saw Chen Mo walking towards him step by step, with a fierce murderous intention on his lips, and said coldly: "Don't think that you can deal with me if you get Taichu Snow Lotus, Bahuang The disciples of the academy can kill you even if they are seriously injured."

"Really?" Chen Mo asked back, then changed the subject and said, "I have no enmity with you, but you want to take my life. How can I be soft on someone like you?"

"Kill me?" Zhao Wuji smiled.

"Boy, you are so ridiculous. You are just cultivating a god, but you still want to deal with me, a Hedao monk. Haven't you heard a saying, everyone under the Hedao is an ant?"

After saying this, Zhao Wuji's face looked extremely confident.

The strong ones who combine the Tao are indeed more powerful than the monks of the Transformation God. Their physical bodies have surpassed the Transformation God and understand the existence of the Tao. Although the Transformation God is also a master, it is just the Tao that transcends everything and reaches the supreme level. For this reason, Zhao Wuji only Will look down on Chen Mo.

Si Meng who was on the side saw Chen Mo walking towards Zhao Wuji and felt a little moved, but she also nodded and said: "Little guy, it was me that caused your injury. Fortunately, you refined Taichu Snow Lotus and your body is safe. I advise you to leave quickly. Zhao Wuji is stronger than me, but you are a god-former, so you can’t deal with Zhao Wuji.”

After hearing this, Chen Mo took a serious look at Si Meng. She was like a heroine. Even though her self-destructing spiritual sword was backfired, she still had a naturally powerful temperament.

And her beauty is considered to be outstanding, she is well-maintained, her skin is as white as snow, and her face looks pitiful under her pale complexion. After just one glance, Chen Mo had a crush on her.

Because when she came to this world, Si Meng was the first woman to be kind to Chen Mo.

You know, as soon as Chen Mo came to Bahuang, he was captured by Ye Hao and went to mine. There, Chen Mo saw the warmth and warmth of people. Everyone was selfish, but Simeng was unique.

Si Meng wouldn't even die to give a treasure like Taichu Snow Lotus to Zhao Wuji, but when she saw Chen Mo was seriously injured, she took the blame to herself. This was so kind.

Although she calls Chen Mo little guy now, Chen Mo is indeed a little guy in the eyes of the Hedao monks, and Si Meng is older than Chen Mo. In addition, she calls Chen Mo little guy because she thinks Chen Mo is interesting, which makes Chen Mo All a little embarrassed.

Frowning, Chen Mo said: "There are things that a man does and things he doesn't do. Zhao Wuji almost took my life. If I can just walk away, then wouldn't I be a real waste?"

After saying that, Chen Mo walked towards Zhao Wuji and looked down at his angry face.

For some reason, Chen Mo had an intuition that even if the opponent was injured, Chen Mo would not be able to deal with it.

However, he was really bullying people too much, and Chen Mo couldn't vent his anger without killing him.

Taking out the Wuchen Heart-Moon Sword, Chen Mo injected spiritual power into it, and then looked at Zhao Wuji with interest.

"You said I can't kill you, I still need to verify this."

With a glance, the Wuchen Heart-Moon Sword carried all Chen Mo's strength and stabbed at Zhao Wuji. Wherever it passed, it was extremely powerful and landed on Zhao Wuji's chest as if it could penetrate everything.

"Damn it, damn ant, don't let me recover, otherwise, I will cut you into pieces."

Zhao Wuji was furious, thinking about what kind of person he was, yet he fell into Chen Mo's hands.

The key is, this guy is still an ant-like god-forming monk.

In his heyday, Zhao Wuji could stab Chen Mo to death with one finger.

If Zhao Wuji hadn't been seriously injured, Chen Mo would have been cut into pieces.

The sword blade fell on Zhao Wuji's chest with a clang. Chen Mo felt that Wuchen Xinyue was about to come out of his hand. His mouth was numb and his body took a few steps back. His eyes were filled with horror. Looking at Zhao Wuji's proud smile, Chen Mo said in disbelief. : "So strong?"

In the world of cultivation, Chen Mo can kill anyone with a single movement of his hands. However, when he came here to kill a seriously injured Hedao monk, it was so difficult, even impossible.

When did Chen Mo become a weakling?

"Haha... Boy, don't waste your energy." Seeing that Chen Mo's attack on him was harmless, Zhao Wuji couldn't help laughing loudly and said disdainfully: "You still have time to escape before I regain my strength, but you will still die. I Zhao Wuji has never been insulted like this before, and I swear that I will not be a human being until I kill you."

"oh!"

Chen Mo rolled his eyes and said, "Everyone on the left and right is dead, why should I run away?"

"What do you mean, you still want to take action against me?" Zhao Wuji's face darkened. He originally thought that Chen Mo would run away after seeing how powerful he was, but in the end, this guy wanted to take action against him. In this case, wouldn't he have to suffer Chen Mo's humiliation made him lose his face.

Staring at Chen Mo fiercely, Zhao Wuji said coldly: "Don't be so shameless. The only way to offend me, Zhao Wuji, is to die. If you can't kill me, you still have to attack me. This just gives you another ugly way to die. Don't Let me suppress your soul under the Nine Springs and never be reincarnated."

"You're threatening me at this point?" Chen Mo pretended to be angry, but he was extremely depressed. When had it been so difficult to kill someone, and the other party was seriously injured and couldn't move, but he couldn't let Chen Mo kill him.

Immediately, Chen Mo picked up the Wuchen Xinyue Sword, aimed at Zhao Wuji's eyes and stabbed him down.

This part is the weakest part among all people. If this can't hurt Zhao Wuji, Chen Mo can leave.

Otherwise, staying here is a waste of time.

The blade of the sword emitted an extremely sharp cold light, which even made Zhao Wuji a little afraid.

Si Meng in the distance was afraid to witness it. She knew Zhao Wuji thoroughly.

Chen Mo's sword could definitely hurt Zhao Wuji's eyeballs.

Sure enough, as the sword fell, Zhao Wuji's miserable cry soon sounded.

"Ah~ stop it." Zhao Wuji's eyes hurt and they were about to break.

Blood leaked from the eyeballs, looking hideous and terrifying.

However, Chen Mo smiled even more when he saw that it was working.

"Zhao Wuji, it turns out that you also have a flaw. I can't kill you, but I can mutilate your eyes, including your ancestral treasures. It's a waste to keep them there. It's better to cut them off in two."

Chen Mo also had an evil smile on his face when he said this.

He would never be soft on his enemies, let alone someone like Zhao Wuji.

Chen Mo had almost died in his hands just now, and he remembered this in his heart.

The sword fell, destroying Zhao Wuji's first eyeball.

The world was filled with Zhao Wuji's angry voice.

"Boy, tell me your name. When I recover from my injuries, if I don't kill your eighteenth generation ancestor, I will not be Zhao Wuji, and everyone related to you will also die."

"Ah~ don't...my life and foundation!"

Under Zhao Wuji's anger, Chen Mo directly destroyed his ancestral treasure. Resentment suddenly burst out from Zhao Wuji. He stood up suddenly with a fierce look on his face. Facing Chen Mo, his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, "Damn it." Ants, please accept your fate."