Southern Xinjiang, a city with ancient charm, under the blue-gray sky, a man stands on a high-rise building that no ordinary people dare to set foot on weekdays.

"Mo Xie is here!!"

He had a sword in his hand, and with his roar, he slashed the sword with a strange red glow on a corner of the roof.

No one could question the sharpness of the Fire Lin Sword, and similarly, no one could question the power that Mo Xie had bestowed on him in this slash.

"Wow!"

A terrible crack began to spread from the roof of the building, and in a matter of moments, a corner of the building broke away from the building, and after a brief pause, it fell under the force of gravity.

"Peng!"

Steel bars and stones burst open on the ground, and it was only then that the crowd of onlookers erupted in exclamation.

"Hurry! Call the police!"

Someone pulled out their phone.

"Call the woolen police?!This is a government building!"

Someone reminded.

"Disperse, everyone!

Someone shouted.

"Run, run!"

Sharp-eyed and well-positioned people saw several helicopters flying from behind the building, and when they landed, the crowd exploded, and it was fitting to describe this scene as 'scattering birds and beasts'.

It's just that, as the name suggests, birds and beasts don't talk about 'traffic rules'.

Therefore, at least fifty unfortunate people were left on the ground, or with broken arms and legs, or simply spitting blood from their mouths, and seeing that they were about to die.

But at this time, no one will listen to the moans of these people, pay attention to the life and death of these people.

"Click......!"

A dense rain of bullets emanated from the machine guns on the helicopter, and Mo Ye, who was standing on the roof of the building, had to temporarily avoid the edge.

There were five helicopters that arrived, and it had long been heard that many cities in southern Xinjiang had helicopter airports, and even most of them were military airports, but Mo Ye was still shocked by the speed of their police.

He expected that he would not encounter this level of resistance until he had demolished the upper part of the building.

"It seems that the order given to the military by the 'above' may not be 'captured alive'......"

Turning over and hiding on the other side of the building, standing suspended in the air, Mo Xie secretly thought in his heart.

"If it's really a 'kill order', then after I am exposed, the orphanage should be safe......"

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Ye's eyes showed a hint of relief.

"Let's fight!"

With a flick of the sword in his hand, Mo Xie closed his eyes.

Perception activated!

In an instant, everything around him was presented in Mo Xie's mind, the location of the five helicopters, and even the trajectory and final landing point of each bullet were all within Mo Xie's control.

"Huh!"

The sword in Mo Ye's hand suddenly turned into a red ray of lightning and shot out, and this red ray circled in front of Mo Xie like a force mark, and then it actually bypassed the building and shot into the sky behind the building.

"Boom, boom, boom! boom!"

In the eyes of Mo Ye now, the gunship is no longer enough to see, maybe the too dense barrage will still cause some trouble for him, but that's all.

"Fire Lin Sword!"

Perceiving the five huge fireballs suspended in the sky behind him, Mo Xie called back the Fire Lin Sword.

"Boom!"

The divine sword was in hand, Mo Xie turned around, and the sword was flying.

"Mo Xie is here!"

Six large characters remained on top of the building, each of which was half a human being in size.

Under the Huolin Sword, the tempered glass is just a little harder tofu, but Mo Xie's magic literacy is still too poor, this line of writing is crooked, and when it is sent to the expert, it is inevitable that there is a suspicion of being laughing and generous.

Exploding the machine and leaving words, Mo Ye still felt that it was not enough, he looked down, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

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About ten minutes later, dozens of cars painted with camouflage paint drove under the building.

"Report! The crashed helicopter has been recovered! Military and civilian casualties have been counted......

A middle-aged man in camouflage uniform stepped out of the car leading the group, and before his feet hit the ground, a young soldier rushed to him and saluted him, along with a large series of reports.

The middle-aged man has no interest in this kind of stylized report, and he cares more about the living than the dead.

"'Mo Ye came here to visit'......"

He looked up and read the words on the building.

"It's crazy, a strange man, want to be weird?!"

He muttered in his mouth, although he had already known all the information about Mo Xie and the man's glorious achievements before he left this mission, he still didn't have much fear in his heart.

Even that dangerous element is right now in southern Xinjiang.

"Aside from these six bullshit words, did that man leave any information?"

The middle-aged man took a step, and the square in front of the building was full of rubble and blood, and it looked like a mess.

"Report to the chief!" The other party said a word to one of the survivors at the scene, saying that he wanted him to bring the message to the authorities. ”

The soldier continued his report.

"What?"

The middle-aged soldier didn't look back, he was still looking at the place where the battle had broken out.

He said he would come here again this time tomorrow. ”

The young soldier replied cautiously.

"Oh. ”

The middle-aged man's response was so indifferent that the young soldier almost wanted to ask him what he would do tomorrow.

"You go back first. ”

The middle-aged man drank the soldier away, he stood under the tall building, and silently took out a mobile phone from his pocket.

"Hey, Mr. Zhou, 'Mo Xie' has appeared in Southern Xinjiang......"

His tone was the same as that of the soldier who had reported to him earlier.

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Day and night, the blood clan's consistent code of conduct, even today, with artifacts such as 'sunscreen' and all kinds of covering, this ancient tradition has been continued.

"The representative of the Fanzhuo clan has arrived!"

The underground palace is brightly lit, and today, the atmosphere here is lively and solemn.

Although the news of the true ancestor's rescue was only released a day ago, in the information age, under the spread of people with hearts, the entire dark world knew the news.

Every True Ancestor has an extraordinary significance and status for the Blood Clan, no matter which branch clan in the Blood Clan, after receiving the news, they all sent their representatives to meet the True Ancestor as soon as possible.

Of course, this is on the premise that they are unaware of the aggressive ideas proposed by the current 'True Ancestor'.

"Hey, Brother Lawrence!I miss you so much!The last time we met seemed to be a century ago~~"

Representatives of the various clans did not arrive at the same time, the representative of the Fanzhuo clan arrived relatively late, and by the time he was introduced into the palace by the attendants, there were already dozens of people here.

Lawrence was surrounded by several older men, talking to each other, and when he heard this, he paused for a moment, and then turned away with a wry smile on his face.

"I didn't expect the representative of the Fanzhuo clan to be you, Brother Gunny, you have always been good?"

He walked up to the visitor with open hands, and the two embraced each other warmly.

"It's okay, it's okay! It's just that my sister often 'greets' you in my ear, you see, my ears are going to be calloused......"

Gunny laughed that he and Lawrence were 'people of color' in the Bloodline, so they had a good relationship in private.

"By the way, which of the True Ancestors awakened this time is one of the Blood Classics, can you reveal it to me privately?"

Quietly, Gunny whispered in Lawrence's ear, but the Blood's hearing is so good, in the same room, even the softest whisper will be captured by someone with a heart.

"Brother, you're forcing me to make a mistake...... The name of the True Ancestor, how can we discuss it privately?"

Lawrence smiled wryly.

"Okay, brother, since the Fanzhuo clan is here, then it is estimated that the people who should come are also coming soon, if you wait for your courage enough, you might as well ask Lord Zhenzu in person. ”

The Van Drape were known for being 'late,' and Lawrence pushed Gunney away without a trace, and then he glanced at the waiter, who knowingly brought a glass of amber liquid.

"The new hall of fame, called 'Yellow Rose', brother, you can taste it. ”

The waiter brought a glass of wine, and Lawrence pointed to the drink to divert the conversation.