As the saying goes, you get what you pay for, although the "Holy Scripture" is a profiteer, but the things that flow out of its hands are all 'serious goods', and they will never drop the chain at critical moments.

It's like the 'energy storage pipe' attached to the dragon bloodline, this ability can be regarded as saving Mo Ye's life this time - the 'energy storage pipeline' can still be used when he is half-dead by the hemp fragrant bone, conscience goods......

"Summon the Fire Sword!"

Covering his tracks through the snowy slopes, Mo Xie whispered, although the concept of 'binding weapons' is actually 'within a certain range, just call out the name of the weapon to make the weapon fly into your hand', but in fact, it doesn't hurt to add a verb in front of the weapon's name.

He just thought it would be a little weird to say the word 'Fire Lin Sword' inexplicably.

Somewhere in the snowfield about a hundred kilometers away from Mo Xie's location......

"Zheng!"

The Fire Lin Sword, which was placed by Logan in the passenger seat, suddenly let out a loud tremble.

"Huh?!"

Logan was keenly aware of the movement, and the cold wind that blew through his ears as he drove quickly did not disturb his hearing.

Turning his gaze quickly, he saw a strange scene:

The Fire Lin Sword, which he had tied to his seat with a seat belt, suddenly broke free from the restraints imposed on it as if it had suddenly gained life.

The harness made of composite materials could not even be stopped under the blade of the Fire Lin Sword.

"Huh!"

Before Logan could make an effective stop move, the Fire Lin Sword grew wings and flew out of the saddle.

It was so fast, so fast that Logan thought he had some illusion.

"Oops!"

After all, Logan is well-informed, and he doesn't know how long he has lived, and he has traveled around the world with idle eggs, and he has seen more strange people and strange things.

So he didn't feel incredulous about the fact that the Huolin Sword flew on its own.

He knew that there might be a powerful mutant in the vicinity, and the other party's ability was probably like Magneto.

If it was just because the other mutants took away the Fire Blade, Logan wouldn't have called it bad, he called it bad because of the direction of the Fire Blade's flight.

The east side is the 'hardest hit area', hey!

Can you stop being so upright, will you die if you take a detour?!

Logan feels that something is going to happen, and nine times out of ten people who can recall the sword from a distance are mutants.

Using one's ability from such a distance, and crossing a minefield, the 'signal' of this ability is 100% going to be intercepted by the Sentinel Robot.

Big brother, the fancy death show has to fly......

“Shit！”

Logan scolded loudly, firstly because he was forced away by the Huolin Sword Man whom he used very easily, and secondly because a bad pen exposed his location.

The triggered Sentinel Robot will definitely split into two groups, one along the source of the ability to find the 'thief', and the other along the path of the ability to find Logan.

Eldest brother!

If you want to die, you can die yourself!

What hatred and what resentment!

The longer he lived, the more he encountered bad brushes, and Logan, who thought he could laugh at everything, found himself wrong.

The accumulation of a long history has finally undergone a qualitative change at this moment.

Because this time Logan encountered the Brake Pen to do what all the Brakes he had ever encountered before had failed to do - this Brake Pen would kill him.

If he really had the strength to go head-to-head with the sentinel, Logan wouldn't have chosen this fancy detour, maybe it's okay to deal with one or two, but if he encounters a bunch of them, everyone has to kneel.

At this moment, Logan really wanted to kill the shameful swordthief in front of him, but he twisted the steering wheel and fled in the opposite direction where the Fire Lin Sword flew away.

The ants were still stealing their lives, and Logan felt that he had to take responsibility for his life before the sentinels could chase after him.

Escape from the snow as fast as you can, and see if Professor X might arrange for someone else to come to your aid.

In the face of the sentry robots, in fact, it is possible to trigger combos between Logan and Magneto - first let the sentry imitate Logan's Edelman skeleton, and then Magneto will take it away in waves, which is what they did the last time everyone was under siege.

"Shameful sword-thief, go to hell!"

Real men never look back at the explosion, because if they do, they are in danger of blinding their eyes.

Logan had already understood the true meaning of escaping, and he would not turn back.

No, he didn't even look in the rearview mirror.

However......

This time he should look back......

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"Oops! I've found something good!"

Mo Ye, who came back from the back of the snow slope conveniently, had changed slightly compared to him before he went to the convenience.

Of course, the change here isn't reflected in the 'real-time weight', which is hard to see visually, unless you're in a special situation.

All he has changed is an extra sword in his hand.

Wielding a sword like a baseball bat, Mo Xie has an 'innocent face'.

"What is this?"

Zhang Xiaohu, who had been 'watching', held the gun with an expression on his face called 'preoccupied'.

"Oh, I'm afraid it's a sword in terms of appearance. ”

Mo Xie shook the gorgeously shaped Huolin Sword in his hand, this sword that was collected by Xiongba as the bottom of the pressure box had already been modified, whether it was in terms of appearance or momentum, it was not a sword inherited from the Broken Family.

Something too simple is something that cannot be taken by a generation of overlords, let alone worn on the side.

"I see. ”

Zhang Xiaohu's brows furrowed, he looked at the sword in Mo Ye's hand, or rather, at Mo Ye with the sword in his hand.

Well, judging by the way he holds his sword, I'm afraid he's a layman.

Zhang Xiaohu judged in his heart that the real sword master he had seen on TV in his early years before the end of the world came, and that kind of master would never hold a sword in this way.

It's just that although he seems to be a layman, thinking of Mo Ye's skills and reaction speed, even if he is given a wooden stick, I am afraid that he can exert no less power than a machete, right?

So Zhang Xiaohu subconsciously took a few steps back, he felt that he had to keep his distance from Mo Ye.

Ten meters, if Mo Xie wants to attack suddenly, he must have enough reaction time to pull the trigger, and ten meters is the safe distance after his result calculation.

However, in Zhang Xiaohu's sight, Mo Xie slowly walked to the edge of the sled, and he turned out a long strip of cloth from the sleigh and wrapped it around the sword in layers.

"Alas, the sticks brought out are too short, Matthew, try it, is this crutch easy?"

Mo Xie casually handed the Huolin Sword that had hidden its edge into Matthew's hand, and he motioned for Matthew to stand up with the sword.

"Brother......?"

Facing the hilt of the sword with the ornate decoration, Matthew didn't know what to do for a while, he had never seen anything so beautiful.

So his hands were trembling.

In the end, it was Mo Xie who forcibly stuffed the Huolin Sword into his hand to let this weak guy hold the hilt.

"You are also an adult, my brother can't always be by your side, take advantage of now, learn to be self-reliant, start with crutches to go to the toilet. ”

Mo Ye held Matthew slightly, and the words that came out of his mouth sounded like a responsible big brother.