The heat in his body had subsided, and it was as if the remnants of the hellish karmic fire had been stored in the 'energy storage pipeline' by Mo Xie within the allowable range—to be honest, he really hadn't encountered any energy that could not be stored in the 'pipeline' at all, whether it was the incomparable wind blade of the cultivator or the unparalleled sword qi of the old sword saint.

Mo Xie didn't leave the river far, there were many reeds by the river, he picked a random place and found a big stone plate to sit on it.

The strange unicorn arm will seem to be honest from now on, although the strength is still a little bit unsure, but at least it can be used, so the next meditation and recuperation is the right thing to do.

Mo Xie Ke never ignored his situation.

It's not fun to be hunted down by the whole world.

"Whew......!"

Spit out the old and embrace the new, and the turbid gas that had accumulated overnight turned into a long column of air that erupted from his mouth, blowing the reeds swaying.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, once the cultivator is immersed in the inner breath and the spiritual perception of the external time will become weak, Mo Xie only remembers that at the beginning, he sank his mind into the limbs and guided the inner qi to return to the sea, and when the operation of the internal breath can be carried out automatically, he began to meditate, and by the time he woke up from the meditation, the sky was already full of stars.

This was the first time in so many days that Mo Ye had time to look at the sky quietly, the sky in southern Xinjiang was very clear, and the stars seemed to be within reach.

The wind blows from the river and the mountains, and it is not cold, inexplicable. Mo Xie thought of the word 'Pure Land'.

Coming from strife all the way, he almost died several times, and unconsciously Mo Ye felt several degrees of fatigue, and at this time he had an urge to find a random place to sleep well.

However, this impulse came to his heart, and he forcibly suppressed it.

Although the world is big, his place of residence is getting smaller and smaller.

There was less and less time left for him, and he knew that the old people in Pumice Town were already in trouble at this moment.

Mo Ye's need for power was more urgent than ever.

"Huh!"

Simply took out some water and food from the space bracelet to fill his stomach, and Mo Xie rose up with his sword.

Mo Ye's start on the path of martial arts was indeed very late, and he had never done anything like 'practicing kendo day and night' due to the existence of mental power, but now he had to do it.

As if a student who had taken a long vacation was rushing to catch up with his holiday homework when the start of school was imminent, under the night sky in southern Xinjiang, Mo Xie broke off a reed to act as a long sword, and the high moves in the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" were displayed in his hands one by one, this time, he did not use telekinesis to assist.

Therefore, the sword moves he unleashed were a little out of shape, and the reed in his hand was bent after several swings.

"Huh!"

Reeds were everywhere, and Mo Xie threw away the deformed reeds and broke off one again.

"Smack!"

After a few swings, the reed in his hand bent again.

"Huh!"

Replace it with one again.

That night, the reeds by the river were devastated, as if someone had driven a harvester into the reeds, and the ground was full of bent reeds.

With the passage of time, the 'durability' of the reed rod in Mo Xie's hand increased, and he walked from 'Sword One' to 'Sword Two', until the reed rod broke when the many changes of 'Sword Two' were performed.

His swordsmanship began to become more level, and his sword moves along the way changed from sloppy to standard, and from one board to one glance to gradually bring charm, and with each movement of him, an invisible wind gradually condensed beside him, extending through his arm to the reed pole.

The sword movement is as fast as the wind, and the body is as fluttering as a cloud, and the lightness and elegance of this "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" finally appeared on Mo Ye's body.

It's just that this is still only a mortal level martial art, and if you want to deal with a cultivator, this level is no different from not knowing kendo at all.

Will Mo Xie do useless work?

The answer is no.

But what exactly does he want to do?

The answer to this question is known only to him.

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The fact that the 'madman Mo Xie' issued a war letter to the Zhou family in the Western Capital spread all over the country in a blink of an eye, and the people were full of voices for a while.

For the first time, the mundane were introduced to the existence of forces beyond the world, which most people had previously thought would only exist in mythological stories.

For the first time, the face of the Xiuzhen forces was trampled on like this, you must know that the people who were chased and wanted by them in the past would always only run away, and even if there were a few of them who were relatively NB, at most they just ran abroad, and the existence that dared to shout at them like this now has never appeared at all.

The Zhou family was furious, as the existence of being named and provoked, they had reason to be angry, but the ancestor of the Zhou family, who was as fierce as fire, did not stand up.

Because he had a fierce fight with a certain demon demon when he intercepted Mo Xie a few days ago, although he was forced to retreat, he was also injured and consumed a lot.

Right now, it is the end of the Dharma era, the aura is exhausted, and it takes a lot of time to regain qi, even if the supply of resources can keep up, a person at the level of Zhou Xinyan needs at least thirty or fifty days to regain qi.

So no matter what happens this time, Zhou Xinyan can't personally send a certain madman to hell.

However, the reaction speed of the Zhou family is not fast, and no less than ten strong people of the Zhou family came to the Western Capital in the afternoon of this day.

I have to say that these ten strong men are all elites, and when they first arrived in the Western Capital, they did not conduct a large-scale search of the whole city at the first time, or they rose to a high altitude and shouted below in order to lure the madman out.

They immediately went to the street and the building that had been destroyed by the 'madmen'.

"There is no spiritual power left. ”

The blood stains on the street have been cleaned, and no trace can be found, and the yellow line seals off the scene of the incident, and the police officers stand guard in twos and threes.

"His action of blocking bullets is inherent in his body, and it is likely that he has a tendency to refine his body. ”

It was a sight to see ten people standing in the street like stumps, but there was no one nearby who cast a single glance at where they stood.

It was as if they didn't even feel the presence of the group.

"Thirteen, among the people who came this time, your cultivation is the highest, what do you think?"

Among the ten men were men and women, tall and short, and among them was a man with a pale face, who sniffed about the air like a hound, as if there was some subtle smell in the air.

"I agree with Eighteen's words. ”

A woman with a beautiful face said,

"But I don't think it's too early to draw conclusions, Mo Xie has been able to escape under the wanted warrant for so long, and even the ancestor himself has not been able to capture him, we must not underestimate the opponent!"

"Thirteen is right! Besides, our people have not yet expired, such an existence that can make the ancestors return empty-handed is definitely not something that those of us who are outside the top ten can be contaminated, let's go to all parts of the city to set up formations first, and when the brothers expire, the formation will be completed again, even if the madman's ability is ten times higher, he will have to be ambushed here!"

A black-faced man said.

"That's the way the plan is, there's no need to repeat it, twenty-six, can you say something else?"

The woman snorted, turning away from anyone to see the disdain in her eyes.