Mr. Qin couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out very much.

He couldn't figure out how the Sith managed to blow himself up.

He'd already banned the Sith - the ropes that were tied to the Sith were all spelled, not to mention the boy urine that kept pouring down.

According to an old man who had dealt with vampires, the local methods handed down by the ancestors could be used all over the world.

He couldn't figure out why the Sith had blown himself up at this time, the Daywalker siblings had been in his hands for more than a day and a night, and there were countless better times in the interrogation during this time if he wanted to play self-destructing, such as when the siblings were interrogated separately earlier.

The experience of the ancestors is not wrong, what is wrong is that they are only dealing with ordinary bloods, not daywalkers.

Mr. Qin didn't have time to figure it all out, the Sith's exploding body turned into a life-threatening bullet, and no one in the entire room was spared.

Including Mr. Qin.

He was a sturdy man and wore armor, except for a wound in his left hand, which had a cut less than five millimeters in diameter.

The Sith's broken bones only took away a room of miscellaneous soldiers and a small breach in Mr. Qin's hand, which seemed to be a big loss, but in fact it was a big profit.

"Gollum. ”

Mr. Qin took a sip of the wine in his hand.

"It's really hard to drink, it's not wine but medicine, right?"

He threw the bottle on the ground.

"Made, it's blown up...... It seems that even half of the blood on his body will not be recovered. ”

Mr. Qin dipped a little blood splattered on his body and sent it into his mouth, and the four canine teeth in his mouth grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they reached the level of the Sith.

No two leaves are the same, and no two teeth of the same length are either.

He is no longer Mr. Qin, but Sith.

This is the power of this generation of daywalkers.

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Mo Xie was studying his sword path, but this time he didn't choose to enter the mountain, but stayed in the city.

It is still the Spring Festival, and the outsiders who originally made a living in Jianye have not yet returned, plus all kinds of locals who travel and visit relatives, and a large number of buildings are vacant, and Mo Xie only spent a dozen red tickets in exchange for the right to use a residence of more than 100 square meters for a month.

There was everything in the residence, especially a big bed was big and soft, if it weren't for Mo Ye being anxious to sort out his thoughts and heal his wounds, he really wanted to lie on this big bed and sleep on it for three days and three nights.

He was indeed very tired, and the long journey and the battle all night, either of the two things on the body of an ordinary person was enough to crush the other party.

But can't sleep right now.

"I can barely use Sword Twenty-Two so far, but this sword is just a little more moves, a little more varied, and a little faster than Sword Twenty-One, but...... Zhou Xinyan can definitely keep up with my speed, and the situation will definitely evolve into a hard-fought confrontation at that time. It's not good for me. ”

"The hand of the 'Concussive Sword' has been seen by Zhou Xinyan, and it is not uncommon to see it, it has lost its value as a miracle move, after all, when I am here to study how to deal with Zhou Xinyan, Zhou Xinyan will never stop. ”

"I've got to research something new. ”

Mo Xie sat on the floor, while luck connected several broken tendons and veins in his body, and kept thinking about it.

The white glow continued to appear and disappear on his body, and the cracks on the surrounding floor suddenly appeared between the light and the extinction, and the power of the sword qi, even if Mo Ye was already trying his best to restrain it, was still incomparably sharp.

"Hmmm. ”

As soon as Mo Xie raised his hand, a white and bright long sword appeared in his palm out of thin air, and the sword body trembled slightly, which seemed to be as pleasing to the eye as white jade and as pitiful as a delicate flower, but it was such a long sword that could easily take the life of the Jindan monk as long as it left Mo Ye's palm.

"No, I can't feed more qi into the 'air sword'...... Unless it intervenes in the cultivator's runes. ”

Mo Ye stroked the qi sword with his hand, he could clearly perceive how each sword qi inside the qi sword was arranged and moved, he tried to control the sword qi to combine the shape of the 'soul destroying seal', but every time he drew the last stroke, the mark would automatically collapse, and even the air sword almost collapsed, if it weren't for Mo Xie's extremely strong control over the air sword, it would have exploded ten times.

The sword can no longer be strengthened, so it can only make the person who holds the sword stronger.

"Well, let me think again. ”

Mo Xie re-dispersed the qi sword into sword qi and returned it to his body, the aura of the end of the law era was lacking, and he didn't have time to replenish and perfect it with so much consumption last night, and now every bit of qi has to be saved.

He lowered his head and thought about the theories of kendo bosses throughout the ages:

"The world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and unbreakable?...... I don't need it for the time being, so I change it. ”

"The good is like water, and nothing in the world can resist it?...... I don't have the money to change the "Tai Chi Heart Method" to practice the Tai Chi sword, change it. ”

"There is no sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart, there is no sword in the hand, there is no sword in the heart?...... I can condense the qi sword now, and there is no place in my body that can't spew out sword qi, so I should have achieved 'no sword in my hand'...... So what is 'no sword in the heart'?...... Unreasonable, unreasonable. ”

When Mo Xie thought about this, there was finally a great god who couldn't stand it:

"Why don't you think you have a sword in your hand but a sword in your heart?

The great god who can't stand it is naturally the "Holy Scripture", and after Mo Ye became a 'poor egg' again, the "Holy Scripture" has been silent for a long time.

For objects that have lost their value of exploitation, the Holy Book is too lazy to bother.

It's just that Mo Xie is really not presentable, and he has been talking to himself in his mind since half an hour ago, and the "Holy Scripture", which is staying in the depths of Mo Xie's soul, is forced to listen to this BB word for word in his ears unconditionally.

It knew very well that this was just the beginning, and for the sake of its own ears, the Holy Book felt that it was itself that stood up and let Mo Ye clearly understand himself.

"Picking leaves and flying flowers can be used as swords, and if you can do this, even if you don't have a sword in your hand and a sword in your heart, there's nothing wrong with it. ”

Mo Xie was not surprised at the interjection of the Holy Scripture, or that the plot of the interjection of the Holy Canon was already in his plan.

"Well, that's true, if your enemies still think that the 'leaves' and 'flowers' thrown from your hands are swords and not hidden weapons. ”

The Holy Book hummed.