On the urban-rural provincial highway between Anseong and Shifang Village.

A brand new van was traveling at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour. At this moment, there were seven people sitting in the van, all of them were martial arts masters.

In the driver's seat, the seat fabric was stained with patches of dark red blood, and the car was filled with the smell of blood.

"Tick tick tick~~" The blood dripped down the dry fingers, and the owner of the hand wiped it carefully with a tissue.

Chi chi chi~~~~

The wheels rubbed against the ground, making the sound of rolling rubber, but the interior of the car was eerily quiet.

An old man with gray hair in the passenger seat suddenly said: "The martial arts security bureau in Ancheng has been targeting us for a long time. The angel ordered us to create a terrorist raid in Ancheng first."

"Since the Warrior Security Bureau has discovered our stronghold a long time ago, they haven't sent anyone over yet." The skinny middle-aged martial artist in the driving position said and licked his lips. His upper body was covered in red blood and minced meat, sticking to his clothes.

It's like I just came out of the slaughterhouse.

The old man in the co-pilot's seat said coldly: "The warrior security bureau in Ancheng has transferred away the warriors who could be sent to deal with us long ago."

"The God King communicates with demons in the holy realm and formulates a plan to cleanse the world. Different dimensional spaces have been opened up all over China, and the Warrior Security Bureau cannot get away at all."

"Our team is not the only one carrying out the purification mission."

The old man and the middle-aged martial artist stared around, taking in all the cars coming and going.

Once there is any movement, they can jump out of the car immediately.

Before the stronghold is exposed, kill a few more evil people and then go into An City to wreak havoc. It is best to rush into the school and kill them. The credit will be enough for them to enter the Holy Realm and improve their strength.

From the back seat, a dry voice said: "It's too slow to take the provincial highway. We should take the highway. Now Ancheng simply can't spare the manpower to stop us."

Hearing this, the old man in the co-pilot said angrily: "Idiot, there is no one in Ancheng to stop us, why can't we ask for help?"

"Military martial arts masters and provincial security bureau martial arts masters are not something we can deal with."

"For so many days, the Ancheng Warrior Security Bureau has not taken action against us. It is probably asking for help. Maybe we have been targeted. It is not necessarily safe to take the provincial road. Do you want to die if you take the highway?"

Being targeted?

Inside the van, the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

The middle-aged martial artist in the driver's seat said fiercely: "If you really dare to come, the worst thing you can do is fight. They won't be able to send many people to deal with us. At most, they will only come with a few."

"The God King and the demons have contained the entire Beidou Army in the main provincial capital of Anjo."

The old man said bluntly: "The probability that they can invite the Beidou Army's martial arts masters is not high. If they really support us, it is probably the provincial security bureau or students from Wuhan University."

The gray-haired old man guessed based on the news that there was a high possibility of support from the Anjo Martial Arts Security Bureau, but as long as they were not Beidou Army Martial Arts Officers, they would have a chance to escape.

The dilapidated old provincial road has been in disrepair for a long time, and the ground is full of puddles with water. The tires of the van hit the potholes and quickly bounced up and fell down.

The chassis of the van made an overwhelmed sound.

There are very few cars on the road.

Suddenly, a bright black nanny car drove out of the tunnel opposite.

The old man in the co-pilot glanced and continued to scan in other directions.

Tsk tsk tsk!!!!

The sound of sharp tires rubbing against the ground suddenly sounded, which was caused by the force of the vehicle's sharp turn and reverse direction.

"Jump out of the car!" "Boom!!!" The old man's voice was directly disrupted by the ferocious impact. The huge force of the side impact caused the brand new van to dent in an instant, and the car body rushed off the road.

Only the old man and the three people on the other side opened the door in time and jumped out. Those who did not have time to jump out were knocked away by the rolling van.

"Bulletproof car." The old man looked warily at the nanny car not far away, which was only slightly dented and the glass was not broken, and his expression became gloomy.

He had a bad feeling.

Wow——

The door opened, and Qin Mo, Hong Meng, and Cheng Xi jumped out of the car. At this time, the door of the van that had been smashed was kicked open from the inside, and the remaining four people climbed out.

"Um?"

Seeing that Qin Mo, Cheng Xi and others looked young and young, and the clothes they wore did not look like military masters, the old man felt happy.

"He is a student of Wuhan University."

The old man's expression was slightly relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on Qin Mo and the others.

"The Anseong Martial Arts Security Bureau invited so many students from Wuhan University to die. It's really interesting." Climbing out of the car, the middle-aged man driving the car was full of energy and blood, and there was a trace of disdain on the corner of his mouth.

The impact caused pain all over his body, and his bones almost fell apart.

Originally, what they were most worried about was that the Anjo Martial Arts Security Bureau would invite Beidou Army martial artists, and they would all die, but it was a martial arts student who came.

"Is there any need to play the trick of crashing a car?" Qin Mo got out of the car and vomited his bitterness while leaning on his sword and weapon. At the last moment, Zhao Shu ordered the driver to crash the car and intercept the cultist's van.

None of them were prepared for the sudden collision. Even though their bodies were fine, their stomachs were in turmoil and they almost vomited.

Qin Mo got off the nanny's van and immediately looked at the people standing opposite the van. Among them, the most energetic ones were a middle-aged man and an old man.

"The two of them should be the target persons this time, the second-grade cult martial arts masters Xu Zhuhou and Fan Yong."

In the car, the Warrior Security Bureau sent detailed information on seven cult warriors.

There are two people who pose the greatest threat, Xu Zhuhou and Fan Yong.

Both of them are second grade.

Qin Mo specially remembered the faces of the two people. As for the other five people, Qin Mo didn't remember their names.

At this moment, Qin Mo, Jiang Rou and others could see at a glance that they were two second-grade martial arts masters.

Qin Mo's eyes showed anticipation.

Zhao Shu did not get out of the car and obviously would not intervene.

In fact, when students perform tasks, most of the instructors do not come, so there are more students participating in this task. If something goes wrong, all the disciples Zhao Shuxin has accepted will be wiped out by the group, which will have a bad impact.

If it were really a solo mission, Zhao Shu would definitely not come. She wouldn't care if one or two died.

The instructor of the Imperial Martial Academy has a lot of students who have died.

"There are only six people in total, and none of them is of the second grade. They are all first grade, fake first grade." Fan Yong saw a total of six people got out of the dark nanny car, and none of them was above the second grade.

They are all new students!

Imperial Martial Arts Academy actually sent a group of freshmen to deal with them.

"Don't be careless. The students from Wuhan University may just delay our time. Exposing their position will be detrimental to us. Let's go first." The old cult martial artist stopped the middle-aged martial artist. He was very keen and did not want to get entangled.

Although they deserved greater credit for killing the Wuhan University student, the appearance of Qin Mo and others also meant that their position had been exposed.

The old man has been in the Cult of the Gods for so many years and is used to hiding in dark places, making surprise attacks and killing people under different disguises.

Exposed fighting is not suitable for him.

"Evacuate!" The seven cult martial artists, including the old man, immediately prepared to run to the wilderness area.

But the next second, a powerful energy and blood emanated from the dark carriage, covering the seven people.

The seven people immediately stopped moving.

The blood was just a shock, but I had no intention of showing up.

"There is a mentor from Wuhan University." The old man's heart was cold. He knew that he could not escape, and he also instantly understood the meaning of the person who released the energy and blood. This was obviously the task of the students of Wuhan University.

I want to use him to practice swordsmanship.

"It's interesting. Killing one is enough for you, but killing two is enough for profit." The old man, the middle-aged man, and the other five cult martial artists all turned their heads.

Whoosh!

At this moment, a figure rushed out, and Qin Mo took the lead.

"Huh?" Seeing Qin Mo rushing out first, Cheng Xi immediately shouted, "Do it."

Jiang Rou drew out the two swords from her waist and ran straight towards one of the cult martial arts masters.

"Seeking death!" Among the cult martial artists, a bald martial artist in the back row who was covered in blood and had a fierce temperament rushed towards Qin Mo.

He was holding a black iron rod, which had long been stained red and black by blood, and became dark and shiny in the afterglow.

boom!!!

The sword blade collided with the iron rod, and the fierce force swayed away. The bald martial artist felt that his hand was unstable and the iron rod fell out of his hand.

"How could it be possible?" The bald martial artist was horrified. How could a first-grade martial artist have such strong explosive power?

"Chi~~~~" Qin Mo didn't give him time to think, so he changed his chopping style to cutting iron, and the sharp blade cut along the iron rod.

If you don't let go, the bald martial artist's fingers will be cut off. Let go and throw away the weapon!

At the critical moment, the bald martial artist chose to give up his weapons.

The iron rod lost its grip and fell downwards.

"Very decisive, but unfortunately, I still have to die!" Qin Mo waved his right arm, extremely fast, and passed by the bald martial artist's neck. The cold sword blade left a blood mark on the bald martial artist's throat like a thread.

The next second, blood started to flow.

Plop.
Chapter completed!