From a scientific point of view, the unicorn arm is an organ mutation produced by the blood of a divine beast in the body of a mortal, and this mutation is one inside and outside, whether it is the indestructible appearance on the outside or the blazing blood that will attack from time to time on the inside, it is not something that the human body can supply and develop.

The blood of the unicorn flows in the arm of the unicorn, and the Sanjiao entrance is the barrier between the blood of the unicorn and the human blood, and the only thing that can pass through it is energy and nutrients, and if it is opened, the blood of the unicorn will flow all over the body.

Mo Xie didn't get up from the river for a long time, first, he was getting familiar with the Qilin Arm, even if this arm had grown on him for a long time, but now it still made him feel strange.

Second, the fusion of the Qilin blood and his own bloodline made Mo Ye feel extremely hot, and he doubted that if he landed now, he would fall into a state like heat stroke.

Countless splashes exploded on the surface of the river, from the initial special effect of 'detonating water mines' to the current situation where the undercurrent is surging, and occasionally there are water columns erected from the river, the power on the unicorn arm is too violent, and this arm is indeed a peerless weapon to greet the opponent's face in close combat, but if it is used to hold the sword, it is obviously a cheat.

The swordsmanship pays attention to the freedom of retraction and release, the balance of rigidity and softness, and it is by no means that the greater the strength, the better--of course, such as Mo Ye's 'sword one superimposed on sword eighteen', it is purely a move that breaks through skill with strength, but there is no such concern.

However, this kind of 'open up when you meet' style of play is very hurtful, and if you just deal with stronger miscellaneous fish, you can just cast a little bit of NB swordsmanship, and there is no need to use secret techniques.

"Whoosh!"

Standing in the heart of the river, only one head was exposed above the water, and Mo Ye's right hand was pointed at the sword, pushing forward without hurry.

Push it out, retract it, roll it out again, and so on.

Mo Ye faced the upper reaches of the river, the current of the Dao continued to cancel out the rushing river, his figure initially retreated with the river, like a fallen leaf with the flow, but as time passed, as he adjusted the frequency and posture of his arm dance.

An unclear meaning emerged from his movements, as if it were a hint of the ancient.

It seems to come from the roar of Pangu when he opened the sky!

That's the wind.

The howl of the wind.

Mo Xie has struck a blow of anger from the final enlightenment in the trial of the Qilin Arm, and the highest achievement he has achieved so far by practicing swordsmanship.

The wind-like sword intent spread under the water, and although it could not resist the flow of the entire river, it was possible for the light to resist the waves hitting Mo Ye's body.

It's just that Mo Ye's figure is still retreating, maybe because the internal qi and spirit in his body are in a state of deficit, maybe because he is still not fully familiar with the Qilin arm after the unsealing, or maybe because the anger has not returned to him.

So he's backing away.

His face began to turn red, as if he had been choked by someone, and he was holding his breath in his chest, unable to go up or down.

The river is continuous, in a sense, it is the embodiment of infinity and infinity, and the ancients often compared time to the river.

In the face of time, even divine weapons will eventually be destroyed and decayed.

"Poof!"

The flush on his face finally broke out at the critical point from red to purple, turning into the stars in Mo Ye's mouth, and in the big river, there was a little plum red.

"That sword, after all, still hasn't been restored......"

Mo Xie regretfully stopped the movements in his hand, but the blood in his mouth continued to flow out.

The blood fell into the river, and there was a little smoke coming out.

How hot is this......

Mo Ye curled up and dived into the water, and he slowly stretched his body in the water, allowing the river to have the greatest contact with his body.

After a long time, Mo Xie floated up again, and he began to swim towards the shore.

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Last night, some people crossed a river, some broke through a barrier, and only one person crossed most of the country's land and finally set foot on the land of southern Xinjiang.

"What a weak soul......"

I don't know what year it began, the 'grass' became a dangerous place, and anything strange could happen in it, such as someone stepping on something in the grass and dying with a whimper.

It's just that as an excellent modern person (self-styled), Ni Qing never thought that this kind of episode would happen to him.

After all, this is a civilized country, and at the same time, he is also a mature adult, and the fear of 'grass' should not appear in an adult like him.

Until he was sent to repair a railway damaged by an earthquake somewhere in southern Xinjiang......

Maybe it's because of the overnight rush, maybe it's because of the three no-food that he hurriedly ate on the road, or maybe it's the scene of the accident that makes people sick to the stomach, in short, less than half an hour after entering the work, Ni Qing has already reported that he has asked for leave to go to the grass or squat or vomit four times, and now it is the fifth time he has stepped into the grass.

There is no toilet used by civilized people in the wild, but Ni Qing, as a civilized person (self-styled) who still has some requirements for himself, will never step into the same grass twice.

So, as the number of times he reported to deal with some gastrointestinal problems increased, the grass he was crouching in began to gradually move away from the large army.

It was the fifth time he had stepped into the grass, and as he went in and unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants to squat, a cold voice blew through the back of his neck like a midnight wind.

"Who?!"

Ni Qing almost urinated out, and the instant adrenaline surge made him jump.

When he jumped, he was still alive, but by the time he fell, he was a corpse.

Until he died, Ni Qing didn't figure out who was talking behind his back, and he didn't even know how he died.

"Plop!"

Another body collapsed in the grass, and one pioneer used his life to re-emphasize the horror of the grass.

Why do you say 'again'?

To the west, there was another bush in Sanzhang, and no one saw it, and in the bush there was a corpse consistent with Ni Qing's death.

His eyes were wide open, his face was pale, and his mouth was wide open, as if he had seen the most terrible thing in the world!

"But it did provide some useful information. ”

A figure slowly walked out of the grass where Ni Qing had died, and the blades of grass swayed away from his body, as if he had an instinctive fear of the executioner who took a life without saying a word.

The man had blonde hair, dark eyes, and a pale face that looked like a corpse that had been drained of blood.

His name is Lin Ming!

"Zhou family, is it strong?"

There was no emotion in his indifferent dark eyes, but his frowning brows told the world that he had encountered a problem.