Chapter 2054 Masked Old Man

"Protect Hong Jian!"

Tian Mo kicked open the car door and locked it. He knew without asking that the enemy was coming for the box, and this was the only valuable thing in their hands.

Hong Jian pressed the window and shouted, "Be careful!"

Although the bright samurai sword made Hong Jian's eyelids jump, he still calmed down, locked the doors and windows, and called Ye Tianlong.

Regardless of whether Tian Mo could deal with it or not, Hong Jian hoped to have support, after all, the box was too important.

"Swoosh!"

When Tian Mo flashed the black knife, a burst of dense and sharp sounds suddenly sounded on the seemingly calm road.

Twenty-six men and women in black attacked at the same time, raised their hands together, and twenty-six darts poured out.

The darts burst again in the middle of the shot, one became three, and seventy-eight darts covered the past.

Overwhelming.

"Dang dang dang!"

Tian Mo's face changed slightly, and his wrist shook, swinging out a circle, shooting down dozens of darts.

But he could deal with the darts calmly, while the three Tianmen disciples who got out of the car door had no time to react. As soon as they pulled out their weapons, their bodies shook violently.

Several streams of blood spurted out of their bodies.

The darts pierced their vital points and cut off their lives. The three of them fell to the ground without even screaming.

The remaining five Tianmen disciples were shocked and angry. They drew their sabers and wanted to rush forward to fight desperately, but thinking of Hongjian's safety, they could only temporarily endure their hatred.

They moved quickly to surround Hongjian's car.

"Swoosh!"

The darts attacked and killed three people, and the twenty-six enemies rolled on the ground, scattered like phantoms, and rushed towards Tianmo and others at a very fast speed.

They had extraordinary body movements and fierce attacks, making it difficult for people to catch them. On the way, they shot crossbows with their right hands, and the sharp sound was piercing.

"Be careful!"

Seeing that the enemy was so difficult, Tianmo's face couldn't help but change. He swept down more than a dozen crossbows, and the Tianmen disciples also waved their sabers to block the crossbows.

Four or five of them hit the car body, leaving several marks and making Red Arrow's eyelids jump.

"Looking for death!"

After Tian Mo blocked two waves of attacks, he swept his left foot and reflected a wave of crossbow arrows back.

"Dang dang dang!"

The black-clothed men in front swung their samurai swords and chopped off all the crossbow arrows reflected by Tian Mo, but the force of the crossbow arrows made them feel severe pain in their palms.

"Swoosh!"

Just when the enemy formation was slightly stagnant, Tian Mo moved. Tian Mo moved and was in front of them in an instant, seemingly about to crash into them.

Seeing the bursting Tian Mo, the black-clothed man clenched the weapon in his hand and chopped it up without saying a word.

There was a loud bang, like the wind singing, like the sound of rain, and then under the sunlight, a ray of light suddenly appeared, splitting the eyeball and splitting the human wall.

"Dang!"

Three black-clothed men fell out with blood splashing from their necks, knocking over seven or eight companions behind them, and the formation was slightly messed up.

Tian Mo did not stop. The sound of the knife was clear and the light of the knife was like lightning. A streak of blood splashed out. In the morning breeze, it was extremely bloody.

"Ah——"

A man in black screamed and fell to the ground. Before he lost consciousness, he saw the black knife that killed him piercing the chest of another companion.

The armor on the latter was as fragile as paper. Then, the companion's body flipped and knocked down five or six latecomers.

After his life was extinguished, the red streak was like a guiding line, going straight to the way it came.

Tian Mo jumped like a ghost and attacked like a devil. In a flash, he killed seven or eight people with the black knife.

The black-clothed enemy was slightly stunned. It seemed that he did not expect Tian Mo to be so fierce. He immediately waved the samurai sword to block it with all his strength.

Several men in black circled half a circle, then turned and rushed towards Tian Mo, preparing to join the battle from behind.

"Pounce!"

Tian Mo did not even look at them. He kicked a samurai sword on the ground, and one person's chest was directly pierced, bursting out a large amount of blood.

As the rest of his companions were waving their swords in anger and moving forward, Tian Mo kicked the dead body with one foot, and the body flew backwards with a "bang", knocking down several people.

In just this moment, Tian Mo swung his sword again and again, and chopped down three retreating enemies to the ground.

Blood stained the ground.

"Swoosh!"

At this time, four samurai swords took the opportunity to pass to Tian Mo's back. Tian Mo flashed his right hand and suddenly swung the black sword horizontally.

There was only a continuous "clang clang clang" sound, and four weapons flew into the air.

Taking advantage of this gap, Tian Mo tilted the blade and suddenly swept horizontally. Only three screams were heard, and the three people had been slashed in the neck by the black sword.

Died on the spot.

"Kill!"

Seeing Tian Mo kill four more companions, the rest of the enemies not only did not retreat, but became even crazier.

They came to kill people, but ended up being chopped off by Tian Mo.

Tian Mo's face was not solemn. He maintained the proper calmness and indifference, holding the bloody black sword and swinging it repeatedly.

The knife light was like snow, and in the snowflakes, there were also pieces of fallen red. The hands were broken and the knife was broken, and the sound of ding-dong kept coming.

Although this group of attackers was brave enough, and their strength and speed were amazing, Tian Mo was still not something they could resist.

In just half a cup of tea, Tian Mo killed nearly ten people again. Among the enemies who attacked him, no one could stop his knife.

All the people who besieged Tian Mo fell to the ground and were killed. No one survived.

"Kill!"

Seeing Tian Mo killing people, the five Tianmen disciples were delighted and shouted together, and at the same time accelerated their offensive.

Soon, they killed the three enemies they were fighting.

"Swoosh-"

At this moment, a car that came over at an unknown time suddenly opened the door and shot out a masked old man.

He rushed straight into the Tianmen disciples who were protecting Hong Jian.

As soon as the Tianmen disciples swung their swords, they saw a palm shadow flash, and they felt a sharp pain in their chests, and then they all vomited blood and fell out.

One by one, they were seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness.

Hong Jian's face changed drastically, as if he didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful.

The masked old man stared at the box in Hong Jian's hand, pressed his palm on the bulletproof glass, and exerted force suddenly.

"Crack!"

The bulletproof glass shattered in an instant, and countless particles flew everywhere. Hong Jian instinctively moved to the other side to open the door, and at the same time pulled out the gun behind him.

"Swoosh!"

Just when the masked old man was about to take down Hong Jian, he saw a flash of sword light, and Tian Mo stood in front of him.

Twenty-six men in black and eight Tianmen disciples fell on the ground.

"You want to stop me?"

The masked old man put his hands behind his back, stared at Tian Mo who was blocking his way, and said coldly: "Do you know that whoever blocks me will die?"

The masked old man was tall and straight, and although his hair was white, he did not look old at all. Standing there, he gave people a sense of upright pine and cypress.

But his eyes were like lightning, without any emotion, which made people feel scared.

Tian Mo pointed his sword at a distance: "No one can take the box away!"

"You are looking for death!"

The masked old man exuded a strong pressure. Tian Mo could still act as if nothing had happened because of his own strong skills.

But several injured Tianmen nephews and nieces could not help but feel uncomfortable.

"Fight!"

Tian Mo took a step forward, and the black sword stretched out diagonally, and the wind blew his clothes.

This simple opening move, because of the sudden surge of the fierce killing intent on Tian Mo's body, showed thousands of hideous...