"Listen, the junior who holds the sword of this seat!"

The moment the Huolin Sword broke, a voice sounded in Mo Ye's head.

Hoarseness and trembling are clearly not guttural sounds that the human body can make.

This sound was similar to scraping glass with a piece of metal, and after only a few words, Mo Xie shivered.

"Who?"

The moment he asked this question, Mo Xie knew that he had said a nonsense, because, from the beginning, there was no intention of concealing his identity from the convenience.

This was the voice left by a certain senior who had held the Fire Lin Sword before Mo Ye.

"Junior, this is the hidden hand left by this seat in the Huolin Sword, as long as the Huolin Sword is broken, then, this hidden hand will be triggered. ”

The voice continued, but at this moment, Mo Xie had suppressed this trembling, and in its place, it was a defense.

After all, the routine of 'hearing other people's voices in his own head' was very familiar to Mo Ye.

He has already been cheated by such a routine, so he is naturally extremely cautious at the moment.

"Don't panic, what remains in the Huolin Sword is only a thought left by this seat in the past, if things go well, this seat has already stepped into the immortal path at this moment...... Well, if the effect of the 'dragon vein' is really as recorded in ancient books......"

Just as Mo Xie continued to use his spiritual power to probe the source of this voice, that voice was the first to calm Mo Xie's vigilance.

"Senior, was the previous 'Fire Eclipse Sun' your doing?"

Mo Ye's vigilance is not so easy to remove, he is stubbornly guarding his mind at the moment, and almost all his spiritual power has been collected into the sea of knowledge, or the spiritual space, in case someone plots against him without knowing it.

At this moment, his precautions against this 'uninvited guest' had completely overshadowed his attention to the cultivator below whose life and death were unknown.

The war in 'Xiao Qiang' is far bloodier and more cruel than the real knives and guns in the outside world.

As a person who has the experience of 'Yin Death Linming', he knows this very well.

"Okay, junior, I don't care if you are a descendant of the broken family, the Huolin Sword is destroyed, that name means that you should be in danger. Well...... Do you want to get a chance to help you get out of danger or even kill your opponent back? If you want, then open your mind, if you are willing to die, then let go of the residue of the Fire Lin Sword in your hand. Well, the inheritance of this seat must not be handed over to a waste. ”

The hoarse and ugly voice did not react to Mo Ye's question in the slightest, just like a recording left by the realization, which was simply taken out and played back at the moment.

Mo Xie is not a master of 'spiritual power versus spiritual power', his talent is more 'spiritual power versus matter', so at this moment, he can't distinguish the truth of the other party's semantics.

So he hesitated, but he didn't hesitate for long.

"Damn, this thing is so weird!

The decision was made almost in half a second, and Mo Ye decisively let go, allowing the broken sword in his hand to fall.

However, at the moment when he let go......

"Poof!"

The broken sword, which had lost control and should have fallen to the mortal dust, flew back into Mo Ye's hand violently and autonomously, and the speed was so fast that the air between the palm and the hilt of the sword exploded, sending out a crisp air explosion.

"Yes, how can the inheritance of this seat be handed over to someone in a desperate situation? If you dare to abandon the sword, then at least it means that you have escaped. ”

That ugly voice sounded in Mo Ye's mind again, and at the same time, a fiery energy flowed into Mo Ye's body from the hilt of the Huolin Sword.

"Ahh

The Qilin Arm didn't react to the invasion of this energy, just a breath, so fast that Mo Xie didn't even have time to ruthlessly amputate his right arm before it had already invaded his brain with this heat.

For a moment, Mo Ye only felt that countless information was pouring into his mind.

"Eclipse Sun Sword Technique!"

Mo Ye saw a sword technique, and countless fiery red villains demonstrated one move after another in his consciousness, full of domineering spirit that swallowed heaven and earth, and for a while Mo Ye was actually shocked.

"What a domineering sword road!"

Mo Xie couldn't help but sigh in admiration, however, the next moment, all the villains practicing swordsmanship in his consciousness disappeared, and in their place, there was a strange beast that looked at the heavens and the earth.

Fire Kirin!

From Mo Ye's point of view, this fiery beast suddenly pounced on the main body of consciousness that belonged to him, the soul.

"Ahh

If the pain of burning your finger on a candle is '1', then the pain of putting your soul on the fire and playing barbecue is probably '1000', and only Lin Ming will take the initiative to play such a heavy game.

In an instant, the pain went to the bone marrow.

As a normal young man, Mo Ye was very simply black-eyed and unconscious.

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In Pumice Town, the sky was so gloomy that I couldn't tell the exact time.

The workers' revolt in the orphanage was eventually suppressed, and the town's police force was never vegetarian.

"Made! What a bad thing, a group of poor ghosts want to rebel too!

Because of the large number of troublemakers, and the fact that the orphanage was an easy place to defend and difficult to attack, it took three or four hours for the militia and police to enter the orphanage when the number of casualties needed to be controlled, but compared to the time spent on 'running', the battle was resolved in less than thirty minutes - including the time for the offenders to be escorted out.

The whole battle only caused three friendly soldiers to be wounded, which can be said to be a very successful battle, but there are still people complaining.

"Made! is this kind of trouble, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you!"

Pot-bellied and dressed in a green uniform, if you look at it from the back, this person looks like a frog that has been magnified more than N times.

At this moment, the 'frog' was pointing at the leader of the crowd who was escorted out in handcuffs and roaring loudly. In his tone, it was as if the other party had a blood feud with him.

"Captain, don't you just haven't been able to eat the first bite? Let's go to the neighboring town, I heard that some Western goods have been introduced recently~~"

A guy next to the 'green-skinned frog' who seemed to have the word 'dog's legs' written on his face said comfortingly, and by the way, he faintly blocked the 'frog''s view, lest the other party look at the prisoner and get angry again.

"Damn! You know a yarn!"

The doglegs' flattery and persuasion did not work, and the frog's face lit up with resentment.

"Li Xinmei is a woman I've been interested in since I was a child! Wang Zexi's bastard! Amazing! Lao Tzu will play with your woman next time!"

The frog's voice was full of resentment, and he desperately needed a target to vent at this moment.

"Boom!"

The unfortunate dog leg unfortunately became the 'target', and he was punched in the abdomen, and the huge force made his whole body arch, and his mouth was even more unbearable drooling.

"Team...... Captain ......"

He fell to the ground, and all of a sudden, he cursed his own troubles.