"Who are you?" Zhou Qingshu was shocked and lost his temper. He subconsciously wanted to get the spirit sword, but because he didn't know where to catch the crazy sword bag last night, he threw it into that corner.

But then, after seeing Mo Wen's inner sect disciple's clothes clearly, Zhou Qingshu calmed down a little, and shouted in a stern voice: "Which peak are you a disciple of? Dare you break into my cave?"

The blood in Mo Wen's left eye flashed away, and he suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, and said coldly: "Five years ago, what mission did you take people to Zhao Country to perform?"

"Five years ago? Zhao Guo?" Zhou Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Why should I report to you? You are so courageous that you dare to sneak into my cave!"

Mo Wen smiled coldly: "It seems you haven't understood the situation yet."

"You are brave!" Zhou Qingshu had never been treated like this before. He was about to continue scolding him, but then he suddenly realized that the two concubines beside him slept like dead pigs and have not woken up yet. They are both sword-blooded.

A first-year spiritual sword master! He is not an ordinary person, and the slightest movement can wake them up! But at this moment... Zhou Qingshu immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

"You, who are you? What do you want to do?" Zhou Qingshu's tone softened, showing some discussion. He is not a fool after all. He can sneak into his cave silently. If this person is an ordinary inner disciple

He wouldn't believe it even if I beat him to death! He didn't even feel any sword energy fluctuations from the other party, but there was a cold aura that made his whole body tremble, even more terrifying than facing the pressure of the sword ancestor!

Mo Wen snorted, his body suddenly moved, turning into an afterimage, and the next moment he appeared in front of Zhou Qingshu.

Zhou Qingshu was startled, and with his right hand and the sword pointed at Mo Wen fiercely, a sword beam spurted out.

Mo Wen directly stretched out his hand to grab it, and the sword hit Mo Wen's palm, but it was like water rushing on the rocks, splashing out spots of light, and then Mo Wen's left palm moved forward without any hindrance until it pressed against Zhou Qingshu's.

The sword points upward.

There was a sharp click, and Zhou Qingshu's sword finger broke instantly.

"ah!"

Zhou Qingshu howled miserably, and then couldn't scream anymore, because Mo Wen's left palm had already grasped his right hand, and when he closed it with force, the crisp sound of bone cracking sounded like fried beans. In an instant, the five finger bones together with

The metacarpal bones were shattered into countless pieces. Severe pain hit Zhou Qingshu's spirit like a sea. He almost fainted from the pain. His eyes protruded like dead fish, and he opened his mouth wide and couldn't make a sound at all!

But it wasn't over yet. Mo Wen's hands moved continuously on his body, brushing over every joint, and the teeth-searing sound of bone cracking could be heard one after another. Zhou Qingshu was a spiritual swordsman in the early stage of Jian Gang, and under Mo Wen's guidance

It was as fragile as a puppet with his bare hands, and the protective aura was not much stronger than linen. Mo Wen's fingers collapsed wherever he touched them.

In just two breaths, all the joints in Zhou Qingshu's body that could be broken apart were forcibly broken apart without any skills, and it was completely destroyed by brute force!

After a pause of two or three breaths, Zhou Qingshu suddenly let out a miserable scream, but the scream was isolated by the protective sword array outside and only echoed inside the cave.

"Ah! Ah..."

Zhou Qingshu roared crazily and banged the jade bed beneath him with his only movable head. Now he regretted that he had understood the meaning of the sword, otherwise he would have fainted under such severe pain, but now not only did he not faint

It’s a sign, but it makes me more awake!

"Ah! Father! Save me! Ah! I'm going to die!"

Zhou Qingshu's face was distorted, and tears and snot were all over the bed.

Mo Wen looked coldly at Zhou Qingshu, who was suffering in pain, until he got used to the pain, or became numb.

After calming down, Zhou Qingshu's eyes were dull, his body was twitching rhythmically, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of water slurry. There was no trace of the former Wuwei Sword Sect's young master's style.

"Can we talk now?" Mo Wen's cold voice showed no fluctuation.

Zhou Qingshu rolled his eyes, a hint of fear flashed across his face again, and begged in a hoarse voice: "Please let me go, I will tell you everything you want to know. As long as you let me go, I will do whatever you ask me to do."

willing!"

"What did you do in Zhao country five years ago?"

"Yes, my father asked me to look for something called the 'Four Spirits Sealing Sword Picture'. Zhao Guoxin Sword Sect said that there was a suspected existence of such a sword picture, so my father sent me there." Zhou Qingshu's will was close to collapse, but

I want to get rid of this painful torture as soon as possible.

Mo Wen's eyes turned cold, his breathing became a little heavy, and he suppressed the killing intent that almost burst out from his chest: "Where is the suspected sword diagram?"

"Yes, it's a place called Zhujian Villa."

Click!

Mo Wen grabbed Zhou Qingshu's neck with his right hand, almost lifting him up in the air, and almost squeezed it out from between his teeth: "Who is going there?"

Zhou Qingshu groaned because of the severe pain in his body, but his consciousness became clearer under Mo Wen's murderous intention. If possible, he would choose to die immediately! He struggled and screamed: "Lu Xin! Inner Gate!

Elder Lu Xin!"

"Where is he?" Mo Wen tightened his right hand and almost pinched Zhou Qingshu's neck.

"He's dead! He died five years ago! He died at the Heart Sword Gate!"

"Who else?"

Zhou Qingshu was really going crazy. His body functions were almost completely disabled by Mo Wen, but his consciousness was extremely clear. All the pain in his body was 200% reflected in his mind. His neck was already pinched by Mo Wen.

Unable to make a sound, he could only respond with a crazy spirit, sending out a chaotic message.

Mo Wen imprinted this information into his consciousness and let go of Zhou Qingshu's neck, which was almost squeezed out of shape.

After staring at the half-dead Zhou Qingshu on the bed for a long time, Mo Wen finally did not kill him immediately, but began to arrange things inside and outside the cave. When everything was arranged, he smashed Zhou Qingshu's Dantian, completely extinguishing the possibility of his recovery, and then quietly disappeared

Leaving without a sound.

Turning around and taking a look at the cave, Mo Wen was plunged into darkness again. When the sun rises and sheds the first ray of sunlight, all the protective formations in this cave will explode at the same time. By then, the entire cave will be razed to the ground. Let Zhou Qingshu experience it.

The last hour of despair and pain can be regarded as punishment.

After dealing with Zhou Qingshu, Yin Shi was only half over. There were still three spirit sword masters who participated in the annihilation of the clan at the Sword Making Villa that day, all of them were elders of the inner sect. However, one of them, Lu Xin, had died by accident five years ago in the rampage of Mo Wen.

There are still two people left in the hands, one is in the early stage of Jian Gang and the other is in the middle stage of Jian Gang.

According to the information given by Zhou Qingshu, only one of the two elders is in the sect, and the other one is guarded by an important place of Wuwei Sword Sect.

Mo Wen did not spend much effort to find the cave of the early Jian Gang elder who had stayed in the sect, but he was not found. Only a few sword attendants remained in the cave. Mo Wen sent these few away without mercy.

The charming female spirit sword master uniformed him. After interrogation, the news was that the elder was assigned to the residence of the Shangzong envoy tonight to temporarily serve as a service staff.

"Messenger of the Shangzong?"

Mo Wen left the cave and looked at a mountain peak deep inside the sect. He narrowed his eyes. He did not see the envoys from the sect, but he could clearly sense at least seven streams of Sword Origin Realm coming from the direction of the sect from the outer gate.

The fluctuations! Except for the three sword origin ancestors of Wuwei Sword Sect, that means that the envoys of Shangzong who came this time are at least four strong men in the sword origin realm! If you want to catch up to that place, you will undoubtedly have to take a big risk.
Chapter completed!