The river rushed to the face, only to stop abruptly when it was about to touch Mo Ye's clothes, which was a very strange thing even in this high martial world.

Compared with Mo Ye's dashing Shi Wuzun, it is inferior.

He didn't dodge the water droplets that exploded on all sides, but these water droplets hit him with a "zizi" sound, like meeting a soldering iron.

This is Shi Wuzun's masculine internal force self-protective body.

Ancient martial arts are like this, often not exposed to the surface, they are mainly for the tempering of the martial arts practitioner itself, from the inside out, the most profound martial arts usually do not see any magic. In contrast, Mo Ye's mental power was inferior.

"He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the big post. "It should be Shi Wuzun's current attitude.

"Good internal strength. Seeing this, Mo Xie couldn't help but praise it, although he didn't know much about it.

"My skill is nothing in front of Dugu Shaoxia. Shi Wuzun has something to say.

In his opinion, "Dugu Ming" at this time was almost able to fight with Nie Feng and Qin Shuang when he was looking for the fire monkey before, but at that time, he deliberately showed weakness and hid clumsiness, presumably with other plans.

Shi Wuzun couldn't see through this person a little, he was thinking, if it weren't for such a big event in Wushuang City, "Dugu Ming" would probably continue to disguise.

A master is willing to be insulted by someone whose strength is lower than his own and does not want to show his strength, this forbearance and release of martial arts can not do it.

This is such a scary person.

It seems that there is already a bloody storm in front of him, and once the young master of Wushuang City no longer endures, I am afraid that there will be more than one city of dead people.

Shi Wuzun suddenly had an impulse.

He wanted to bury Dugu Ming in front of him on this big river.

And then he did just that.

"Dugu Shaoxia, offended. Shi Wuzun roared in a low voice, and put his hands together to face Mo Ye is salute.

This gift is so that innocent people will not die in vain, and because now he will strike at a man who has not yet committed evil deeds, taking his life and the ambition of revenge.

This may be a bit overkill, but Shi Wuzun has an urge to "do it himself".

"What?" Mo Xie had already seen that Shi Wuzun was wrong, and a trace of murderous aura appeared on his body, although it was very weak, but those murderous aura were real. Mo Xie secretly mobilized his mental power, and at the same time, his right hand had already touched the sword at his waist.

Shi Wuzun tore off the rosary on his wrist and secretly recited the Buddha's name, and then the rosary in his hand was sent out by him.

The red light turned into a starry sky and shot towards Mo Ye, and every bit of red light was a rosary with Shi Wuzun's powerful internal strength, and the speed was so fast that it had left behind such a hot weapon as bullets.

"Pound! pound!" The rosary made a dull sound when it hit Mo Ye's open shield, like the strike of a sledgehammer.

The strength of Shi Wuzun's hand and the prosperity of his internal strength can be seen.

The three first rosary beads hit Mo Ye's shield and were already about to reach the limit of the shield, but Mo Ye's ability to adapt to changes was not covered, and with the force transmitted from the rosary, his whole person retreated and avoided this burst of 'Gatling' fire.

He stood at the bow of the boat, and Shi Wuzun stood at the stern of the boat, and he should have no room to maneuver, unless Mo Xie jumped overboard. But in that case, he would be a living target in the water.

The flexibility of a person in the water is only less than eleven on the shore, which is just common sense in martial arts, unless you major in water warfare.

Shi Wuzun treats people with himself, and the young city lord of the unparalleled city will never practice the kind of martial arts that have no use value and have no grace, so his move has sealed all the retreats except for Mo Xie in the water.

He was confident in the rosary he had ejaculated, especially in the face of sudden attacks.

Only this time he miscalculated.

Mo Ye stood on the surface of the water, and with the help of telekinesis, he distributed the weight of his entire person onto the surface of the water.

At this time, Shi Wuzun's eyes almost popped out. After walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, he has seen such a thing for the first four times.

But at the moment, there was no way to stop, and the boat was driving in the middle of the river, and Shi Wuzun had to abandon the boat and swim ashore by himself - of course, this was the case when Mo Ye did not pursue him.

"Drink!"

There was no way, Shi Wuzun had no choice but to fly up and slash out in the air with a palm at Mo Ye.

In this chapter, he borrowed the advantage of flying up, but he was already timid in his heart, and I am afraid that he did not have half the strength of all the Buddha beads he shot.

There were thirteen prayer beads in total, and all of them had fallen into the river at this time.

Although Mo Xie didn't know what Shi Wuzun was going to do, it didn't prevent him from verifying his own strength - according to the test he had just tested, Shi Wuzun couldn't kill him.

Mo Xie didn't dodge or dodge, but just let his shield gradually dissolve into the palm power of Shi Wuzun. As for Shi Wuzun, he only felt that his body was in a quagmire, and this palm force that was enough to open the stele and crack the stone seemed to be hit in the quagmire, and gradually lost its original strength.

By the time Shi Wuzun's palm touched Mo Ye's shoulder (Mo Ye deliberately), ten percent of his palm power was already less than two or three.

Mo Ye only felt a burst of hot air flow from Shi Wuzun's palm through his shoulder to his body, and then his body took the initiative to absorb this hot flow.

Suddenly, Mo Ye felt an explosive power in his body, as long as he had a thought and combined with the palm he waved, he would be able to release this power again.

This is the special ability he got after exchanging the dragon bloodline, storing energy.

"Master, you don't imitate it very much. Mo Xie said softly, and at the same time, the internal force that Shi Wuzun had hit into his body was transferred to the river under his feet.

Suddenly, the innocent river was destroyed by Mo Ye for the second time, and this time a few unlucky fish were hit.

Shi Wuzun was also affected and was knocked back to the ship, his body smashing the ship's already somewhat broken shed.

But fortunately, Shi Wuzun did not suffer any internal injuries at all, not even external injuries.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" he muttered, at this time he already knew that Mo Ye was definitely not the kind of forbearant careerist, otherwise he would at least be injured and vomit a few mouthfuls of blood just now, not the current situation.

Mo Xie didn't want to hurt people, even when he was chasing the fire monkey, he didn't kill or injure anyone (Dugu Ming finally did a good thing), which shows that his nature is not bad.

Shi Wuzun can't kill a person who is not bad in nature.

"The Sword of the Holy Spirit. Mo Xie lied, he didn't understand the internal strength of this set of swordsmanship at all, and at the same time, even the Holy Spirit Sword Technique itself did not have the effect just now.

Purely in terms of effect, this is closer to the "Sword Rushing Waste Point" in "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect".

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Just when a brief fight between Shi Wuzun and Mo Ye broke out on the river, an elder on an isolated island not too far from them opened his eyes.

He couldn't remember the first few days he had locked himself in a dark hut, and it was easy for him to get into a state of mind of "selflessness and forgetfulness". It's just that just now, his state of mind was broken.

"Someone is coming. He whispered, "An ordinary person, a master, all have murderous aura in them. ”

But then he closed his eyes again and continued the posture of "five hearts to the sky".

The light from outside shone through the gap in the small door of the hut and fell on the old man.

The light seemed to fall on a mirror, and then went back the way it came.

The old man is like a peerless sword, which cannot tolerate the slightest contamination of the mundane.