The rivers and lakes are so big, the waves are rising, and they can't be avoided.

"Magic ...... Devil ......!"

Collapsed mountains, in the rift valleys, rivers of blood.

Staring blankly at the sky, he looked like a poet if he ignored the sluggish look on his face and the crotch of his trousers, which was imprinted with water and emitted a foul smell.

Just now, this team, which is nominally a 'search and rescue' but is actually wiping the butts of some big people, has been attacked.

No, it is not accurate enough to say the word 'attack', it would be more accurate to say 'massacre'.

A man in a suit spun out from the other side of the mountain with a red-colored sword, and then slashed at sight.

The temperature in southern Xinjiang is not suitable for wearing a suit, and the current era is not suitable for dancing with swords and swords.

How can a broken iron bar be able to defeat a gun?

Some of the people in the team who went here with their true purpose were armed with guns.

However, they didn't have a chance to fire even a single shot.

The speed of the other party was so fast, a person, a sword, as if turned into a blood-red light shuttling through the crowd, just a blink of an eye, these hundreds of people were all dead, only a lucky person hiding in the corpse pile escaped.

The other party did not clean up the battlefield, and in the eyes of a master like him, it was obviously a loss of identity to let his hands stain the smell of corpses, and similarly, letting his sword drink the blood of the rats hiding in the corpse pile was also a defilement of the sword.

The other party walked away like this, but before leaving, he drew a line of words with his sword on the ground:

"Mo Xie is here!"

Bones strewn all over the place and a frightened unlucky ghost bear witness to the gore in this line.

However, this is just the beginning.

Not far from this place is Xijing, half an hour later, a man with black hair and black eyes and extraordinary equipment walked onto the bustling streets of Xijing, and his appearance caused everyone to exclaim:

"It's him!"

"How dare he be here!"

"Call the police!"

"Haha! The bounty is mine!"

Countless people spontaneously formed a circle to surround the man walking on the street in the center, this kind of experience that was watched by all the people and pointed out by thousands of people Mo Ye experienced not long ago, this kind of pressure released by countless eyes, even a master who knew that he had some force could not bear it.

However, the man who was surrounded and pointed at did not even lift his eyelids, until the surrounding environment became noisy and harsh, until the road in front of him became impassable.

"Huh!"

No one saw how he moved, and a fiery red sword appeared in his hand out of thin air, and the demonic red color was like a flower bud, blooming petals in the crowd.

"Ahh

"Murder!"

The encirclement that had been like an iron wall a moment ago collapsed and collapsed when the red light appeared, like a clod of earth meeting a torrential rain.

The crowd dispersed, leaving only a few severed arms and a few of the loudest screamers on the ground.

Holding the phone in the severed arm, the lying man lost his breath.

"Listen! The contemptible surname is inexplicable! The first time I arrived in the land of Guibao! The contemptible man was fortunate enough to meet the Zhou family's high feet in the rift valley outside the city yesterday! I was grateful for the 'courtesy' of the Zhou family! Today I came to give a special gift! However, the rivers and lakes were reckless, and they failed to prepare a heavy gift, and they had heard for a long time that the noble family had produced many outstanding people, so the contemptible people decided to stay in the western capital for three days, and they were willing to meet the masters of the Zhou family! After three days, if the contemptible people were still alive, they would refine millions of living beings as a gift!"

The cold voice was neither high nor low, but it was just right for the whole street to hear it clearly.

Bold words, no, it should be said that it is a symptom of the late stage of the second disease, but at this time, no one dares to stand up and feed him medicine.

"Bah!Bah!"

When people don't open their mouths, they let the bullets speak on their behalf, what kind of place is the western capital? What can be called 'capital' must be the Longtan Tiger's Den.

The SWAT officers were dispatched the second he appeared on the streets, and the bullets were a long-standing shot prepared by snipers crouching in a certain building and in some corner.

I have to say that the police force here is very capable, and it can respond in just a few tens of seconds.

The Western Capital is not worthy of its reputation, and likewise, it is not ashamed of the 'Mo Evil' to come here.

The precise trajectory ended on the forehead, chest, waist and abdomen of the man on the street, back and forth, and calculated all possible evasions.

It was too late to hear the sound, and the bullets fired by the sniper at short distances were faster than the speed of sound.

The speed of the bullet was certainly fast, but the man with the red sword was even faster.

Just as no one had seen how he drew his sword, where he drew it, and how he drew it, no one could see the man's movements at this time.

"When!when!when!"

Three soft sounds accurately responded to the previous gunshot, and the guy who called himself 'Mo Xie' easily shot the incoming bullet, and then he shook his left hand on the side of the street, the building where one of the snipers was hiding.

This is the only action he has made since he appeared that has been seen by everyone.

"Boom!"

From the bottom up, there was a violent explosion on the third floor of the building, shattering all the outward-facing glass, and then the flames rushed out.

The building began to collapse from that floor, smashing half a street of buildings.

"It's just a warning. ”

'Mo Xie''s voice was still the same as before, neither high nor low, neither salty nor light, but this time no one dared to laugh at him again, and no one dared to shoot at him again.

Whether it's blocking a bullet with a sword or destroying an entire building with a weak left hand, it's not something that a mortal can do.

This kind of image has always only existed in certain movies and books, and in those movies or books, such a presence is called-

"Cultivator!"

Someone thought of the word, and his eyes were full of horror, but when he looked up, he found that there was also that kind of horror in the eyes of others.

"The legendary cultivator is actually real?"

"What kind of existence is the Zhou family?"

"Hasn't the state always emphasized atheism?"

"How long will you lie to us?"

'Mo Xie' disappeared into the streets, and no one dared to follow his traces, not even to look at his back.

It's an instinctive fear, or maybe it's just some powerful hint.

But none of that matters anymore.

"Inform the Zhou family that someone has blatantly violated the 'Cultivator Convention'!"

In an inconspicuous building, a man in a long robe had a gloomy face, and he looked at the dust rising in the city, and threw a yellow talisman out the window.

The yellow talisman flashed in the air, and the pedestrians on the street did not notice this scene at all.

No, it should be said that no pedestrians on the street ever cast a glance at the building, as if it didn't exist at all.