"Enough!"

The voice was full of anger, like the roar of a famous man when he was insulted by a ruffian, and people couldn't help but stop what they were doing when they heard it.

Stopping may be disrespectful to him.

"Smack!"

There seemed to be an invisible sword in this voice, smashing the branch that Mo Ye was protecting with his mental power, and even Mo Ye himself, who was holding the branch, couldn't help but snort, and a little blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The only one who can have such a power and is here is the Sword Master, Dugu Jian.

"You two!Don't insult the swordsmanship anymore!Especially you!Dugu Ming!Do you really want me to die?!" The sword saint's anger was not small, but the fire he was making at this time was entirely because of the swordsmanship.

Mo Ye did quickly become a part of the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique", but his kind of quick development was just a pure copy move, but lost the agility of the sword technique itself, if there was another person, he also learned the tricks of 'Sword One' to 'Sword Eight', and practiced it perfectly, in terms of sword technique alone, Mo Ye would definitely be defeated within three moves.

Fang Cai's fight was just a bully that Shi Wuzun had never seen this set of swordsmanship, and the wonder of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique itself. As long as anyone understands the change in his tricks, he will kneel.

"Uncle. Mo Ye pressed his chest with one hand, and now there was a faint pain in the position of his chest, thinking that he was injured.

In front of the Sword Master, Mo Ye is an ant.

Shi Wuzun is too, but at this time, his appearance is much better than Mo Xie, at least he is only flushed, and he does not look like he is suffering from internal injuries.

"If you weren't my nephew, you'd be a corpse by now. The Sword Saint didn't know when he had walked out of the hut, he stood ten meters away from Mo Ye, his eyes seemed to contain divine light, making Mo Ye feel his face hurt.

"Haha! Uncle is so majestic!But it's just a nest!" Mo Xie waved his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Wushuang City has been slaughtered by the male tyrant! You are still in the mood to raise sheep here!"

"Presumptuous!" the Sword Saint snorted, and suddenly an indescribable momentum emanated from his body, only to hear the sound of "Qiang", the sword on Mo Ye's back was automatically unsheathed and inserted in the position of three steps in front of the Sword Saint.

This scene was mentioned in the movie, and if Mo Ye was an ordinary person at this time, he would definitely be tempted to bow to the Sword Saint instead of scolding him.

There is no way, Mo Xie has his own plans, but he has a complete set of "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" in front of him and it is free, so it is necessary to try it on the premise that the other party will not kill him.

Mo Xie has already thought about it, since he has taken over the burden of Dugu Ming, then he must not be like Dugu Ming in the original book.

Otherwise, what's the point of him taking on this task?

"Yes, I'm presumptuous! Wushuang City is now left with the two of us surnamed 'Dugu', as long as the uncle yells a few more words, I will be relieved, I can't carry such a heavy burden!" Mo Xie deliberately spat blood again, and simply sat on the ground.

The force emitted by the Sword Saint has at least doubled, but it is still within Mo Ye's capacity, but he needs such an effect.

The Sword Saint just has no emotion, not no brain, and when Jian Mo Xie was Paiden, he understood three points in his heart - that is, only a person like him who had no emotion would be so calm after hearing that his whole family was killed.

"Explain your purpose. "The momentum of the Sword Saint has decreased slightly, and the pressure on Mo Ye's body has decreased a lot, but Shi Wuzun on the side has such good luck.

The poor boy had already vomited three mouthfuls of blood, and at the same time his body had taken five or six steps back, a distance that suited his strength.

Just because the Sword Master won't make a death hand on Mo Xie doesn't mean that he won't make a death hand on Shi Wuzun.

"Those who learn swords shouldn't be like this, let's go find Xiongba, it just so happens that Uncle You're about to make a ten-year appointment with him, and the two things will be solved together. Mo Xie Dao slowly stood up from the ground at the same time.

The clothes on his body were originally white, but at this time, they were already stained with the wet soil on the ground and the blood that had just been spit out, and the color was wonderful.

However, at this time, no one cared about the clothes on his body, and no one laughed at his sentence "Let's go find Xiongba", because at this time, Mo Xie's sword floated strangely.

There was no trace of the fluctuation of true qi, and the sword master could not feel the fluctuation of true qi on Mo Ye's body.

It made him curious, and curiosity and the ten-year covenant led him out of the island.

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The world will.

"The disciple has failed to live up to the master's expectations, and he returned empty-handed, so please punish the master. Qin Shuang and Nie Feng knelt in front of the Jie Jian Rock, facing the male tyrant standing on the high stone steps.

These two poor guys are really sold and have to count the money for the seller, especially Qin Shuang, he will be sold at least twice after that.

"Get up, victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, and it was also very unsmooth when I walked the rivers and lakes for the first time as a teacher, let alone you. "Xiongba is a good actor, but anyway, it's a matter of self-theft, so he must not be ashamed.

"Master Xie. The kneeling two said.

"Feng'er, you're not young anymore, it's time to arrange a marriage for you......"

The plan to divide the storm has begun, but the result is by no means what he wants, or not exactly what he wants.

At least he didn't think about costing his daughter's life.

But there were many things he didn't expect, and just as he was about to take the first step in his plan, another thing happened that he didn't expect.

"Xiongba, do you want to do red and white things together?"

A voice with a mockery came from afar, and at the same time, a figure had just emerged from the stone steps below the Sword Relief Rock.

It is Mo Xie, he is not like Dugu Ming, who has to wait until the wedding to enter the world.

He advanced the time for the battle book, which was also planned.

Staying by the Sword Saint's side for a few days, he will be instructed by the Sword Saint in martial arts almost every day, which sounds very good, but only Mo Xie knows, it is very painful.

It's just a pity that Mo Ye's body can't cultivate its internal strength, at least not now. However, the Sword Saint didn't see any flaws, only that Mo Xie had practiced some strange internal skills, and Mo Xie could always find a way to use internal force when he needed to use it.

That's right, after trying n times for n, he has already figured out the upper limit of his current ability, which is about the ability to store the three sword qi transformed by half of the sword master's internal force.

However, it is necessary to have three catheters in the body at the same time, which is also the upper limit of the number of catheters.

At this time, he can be regarded as relying on it, the three sword qi, coupled with the recent comprehension of the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" (some skills of the Sword Saint Legend), he is now sure that he can do the interpretation of Wuzun without using the sword qi in his body, and it is estimated that the male tyrant here will not take care of his identity and not make a move.

Then even if the situation collapses and he gets out of play, Mo Ye will only face one of the three disciples of Xiongba - Xiongba has an identity, and his disciples also have arrogance.

Especially in the face of waste like "Dugu Ming".

Stepping on the last stone steps, Mo Ye looked at the shocked or angry expressions of everyone in the field at this time, and a wicked smile pulled out from the corner of his mouth

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