The sound of a sword is the most essential sound that steel can make.

It's just that such a voice comes out of a person's body.

Why do you have to fight to the death when you meet?

Is it 'just because I looked at you one more time in the crowd'?

Mo Xie couldn't understand the middle-aged man in front of him who was menacing him, he didn't have the ability to see through people's hearts like Lin Ming.

However, this did not prevent him from reacting.

"Whew!"

The sword fingers stabbed like the wind, and the middle-aged man's steps were elegant, three or four meters in front of Mo Xie in the last second, and behind Mo Xie in the next second.

The confrontation was completed when the two men were staggered.

Swordsmen don't need too many moves to kill, as long as they occupy the opportunity at the beginning, the outcome of the battle has already been decided.

At least for swordsmen in the traditional sense.

"I'm sorry. ”

Collecting the recruitment, the middle-aged man brushed the dust that did not exist at the cuffs.

His mission was accomplished, and no one had ever been able to save his life under this thrust, even in the most advanced body armor.

At most, the things of foreigners can prevent Ming Jin, but the sword qi is not only Ming Jin.

Especially his sword aura.

"Da!"

With his back to the middle-aged man, Mo Ye knelt on one knee.

He looked like he was badly wounded, just like every enemy in the middle-aged man's impression after he had been hit by his killer move.

"Young man, next time I remember to check if I can help others before I want to help them, anyone who stands in the way of Qin Ye will have to go to hell even if they are gods and Buddhas. ”

Walking past Mo Ye, who had already been judged by himself to be a 'dead man', the middle-aged man sighed softly.

Killing people is not what he wants, if it weren't for the fact that he owes others favors, he should have stopped asking about the world a long time ago.

It's just that he owes a favor, and it's a great favor.

And all he can get in return is to kill for others.

That's what he did.

"Alas. ”

This sigh came from the bottom of his heart, presumably he had a deep guilt in his heart, right?

That's why he delivers a fatal blow to the target with the fastest means.

The moment the two of them staggered, the sword qi contained in his hand smashed the target's organs, cleanly, and would never leave others with more than a second of pain.

He's done this in the past, and it's the same this time.

With the same technique, the result should be the same.

The swordsman, who was disgusted with murder, was not even interested in examining the dead, and he walked briskly past the occasional one.

"Qin Ye?"

It sounds like a ghost's voice, and on a cold winter afternoon, the sun is just right, which should be a good time for Jean to feel warm and bask in the sun. Just hearing this voice made the middle-aged man fall into an ice cellar.

Turning back in shock, the man who should have died got back on his feet.

Mo Ye didn't even have a single hole in his body.

This level of attack can't even break his telekinesis shield, not to mention that it is probably only the swordsman himself who feels that this blow is fast from beginning to end.

Of course, in the eyes of passers-by, it is impossible to capture the movements of middle-aged people.

He was slow, and for Mo Ye, who cultivated the fast sword, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, the stab of the middle-aged man just now had not yet reached the level of 'Sword Five'.

Today's Mo Ye is enough to perform the 'Sword Eighteen' even if he doesn't rely on the assistance of telekinesis, but in that case, it will be completely worthless.

Therefore, the blow just now did not hit Mo Xie at all, the swordsman only hit the old clothes that Mo Xie used as a stand-in, hastily taken out of the necklace space, and were 'blown up' by the telekinesis.

Under the fierce sword aura contained in the swordsman's sword fingers, this dress just turned into powder in an instant.

It's quite fleshy.

On 'fast', Mo Xie threw off the middle-aged swordsman a few streets.

"Oops!"

Knowing his defeat the moment he heard the voice, the middle-aged swordsman ran away without hesitation.

Stay and fight a strong enemy for 300 rounds?

That kind of thing is the patent of young people who don't know the depths, and an old man like him would never do such a thing with a hot brain.

After a few dodges, the old Jianghu disappeared into the corner of the street, and there were obvious traces of stabbing in his neat and neat body.

The swordsman probably used the stabbing technique to escape.

But it's a pity that in terms of speed, he is far inferior to Mo Ye, although it seems that he has gotten rid of Mo Ye at this moment, in fact, Mo Ye's spiritual power has already locked him.

"...... Master Qin?"

Saying the name, Mo Xie felt that he had caught a big fish.

The water in Pumice Town was much deeper than he thought.

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Eventually, it fell.

There are no accidents, and it is extremely reluctant to get to this point with such a physique.

Mine, a teenager fell on the mountain road.

The ore in the back basket had been scattered all over the ground, and the dark ore was in sharp contrast with the young man's face.

His face was so pale that he looked like a caveman who had been in the dark room all year round.

"Buzz ......"

The only sound left in his ears was the cacophony of indistinguishable information, and the boy felt that his soul was slowly leaving the shell.

His condition was terrible, his clothes were soaking wet, and it wouldn't be long before his body temperature dropped to a dangerous level in the cold of winter.

He had a wound on his leg, a memento of his fall when he had just exhausted his strength.

The wound was about five or six centimeters long, and the stones on the mountain road were sharp, and it was easy to cut through his skin that was not thick enough. Blood poured out of the wound like a spring.

It's just that he can't feel it anymore.

It's like he doesn't feel the scolding from the foreman from afar, and he doesn't feel the nearest worker putting down his burden and running over to check on him.

He couldn't see the anxious faces.

He only felt that his soul was being sucked into a dark place.

At this moment, the word 'soul' somehow popped into his mind.

He could feel something indescribable passing through his body, seeping down the rocky path behind him.

"Am I going to die?"

Lying on the ground, the blood from the wound on his leg had stained the ground red.

Brother Ming asked himself.

A few of the first workers had already begun to dress his wounds, and many more lifted his upper body.

They are trying their best to save Brother Ming.

It's just that no one found out.

The blood that flowed from Brother Ming's body seeped into the ore.

It's like water seeping into a sponge.