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Mo Zifan saw that his right hand had recovered intact, this was the strength of the eleventh heaven after blood refining, obviously his hand was swollen like a bun last night, and it was recovered overnight, and the recovery ability of the body could no longer be compared with ordinary people.

Jumping from an ancient tree forty or fifty meters high, last night, I spent the night on a few forks, for breakfast, I simply ate a little wild fruit to fill my stomach, and continued yesterday's cultivation.

Yesterday he was able to accurately and effectively stab ants, almost instantaneously able to stab forty or fifty swords; today he did not stab as he did yesterday, before picking up the wooden sword, carefully recalled yesterday's feelings, and summed it up, the reason why yesterday was headless and brainless, and he stabbed for a long time as if he was dying, was to accumulate experience, because he almost knew nothing about swordsmanship, and had no experience.

As the saying goes, simple things are done repeatedly, and repeated things are done innovatively.

If yesterday was repeating simple things, then today he is doing innovative and repetitive things.

Mo Zifan sharpened a wooden sword again, yesterday's wooden sword had been deformed, the tip of the sword had been blunt, holding the wooden sword, his eyes were slightly closed, feeling the flow of qi and blood in his whole body, according to the guidance of the "Five Swords of Doom", adjust the flow of qi and blood, at this moment, he had a feeling that the sword in his hand was no longer a sword, but his own arm.

"Hah!"

Mo Zifan's closed eyes opened suddenly, his right hand stabbed out, withdrew, and stabbed out again, the action was like flowing water, the powerful power of qi and blood burst out like a volcano, his right arm was red like a red-hot soldering iron, the roots of his blood vessels swelled, and he could hear a muffled sound from his right arm from time to time.

The wooden sword is like the wind, fast as lightning, the sword shadow is connected into a piece, just like a strengthened sewing machine needle, in the continuous needlework, the movement is steady and flat, the ant swarm scurrying everywhere on the trunk of the tree, falling like a dumpling, the ants that have fallen on the ground, a black patch, the speed of the ants gushing out of the hole can hardly keep up with the speed of being stabbed by the wooden sword, if there are no ants gushing out of the dead wood, Mo Zifan smashed the tree trunk with a fist with his left hand, and then stabbed again with his right hand, and the cycle began until the sun was shining.

Suddenly, the body of the wooden sword seemed to be wrapped in a gust of wind, and more than a hundred swords were stabbed out in an instant, and Mo Zifan roared and inserted the wooden sword into the dead tree.

"Haha, I finally practiced the first sword of the "Five Swords of Breaking Doom", and I came to Crazy Bee Ridge. Mo Zifan let out an inexplicable ecstasy in excitement, and was suddenly amazed by a bird in the forest.

The second sword of "Five Swords of Doom", the phantom of ten thousand swords, is to stab the leaves, requiring a thousand leaves to be pierced in an instant, and the leaves must not be damaged in any way.

"You have to prepare a little first. Mo Zifan thought carefully about the danger of going to the Wild Bee Ridge this time, based on his experience in facing the bees in his previous life.

First, bees have a keen sense of smell, and the fragrance of flowers can be smelled hundreds of miles away, which shows the strength of their sense of smell; second, bees are also very sensitive to vision, and react violently to dynamic things, especially dark woolen clothes; third, in rainy weather, bees generally inhabit the nest, and if they are bold and close to them, it will definitely cause bee swarms.

So he first rolled in a mud pool, and his whole body was covered with a thick layer of silt, then he found some milk pine juice, filled a full bamboo tube, and headed for the Wild Bee Ridge.

Crazy Bee Ridge is full of bushes, there are no tall ancient trees, but everywhere is the fragrance of herbs and flowers, the more you go up, the more flowers and plants, if you don't understand, I thought that I came to the flower field of birds and flowers, all kinds of flowers are everywhere, Mo Zifan was careful along the way, after an hour of hurried and slow climbing, he has come to the halfway up the mountainside, fortunately, he escaped a few wild honeycombs unharmed, from the bottom of the ridge to the halfway up the mountainside, there are hardly too many wild honeycombs.

Just when Mo Zifan was about a few hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, the crazy honeycomb suddenly became more numerous, and there was a honeycomb almost forty or fifty meters away.

The dense wild beehives are large and small, dark brown, some hang on the forks of trees, some wrap the whole shrub, the big ones are almost the size of a house, the small ones are the size of a table, and they are covered with fist-sized hexagonal beeholes, the hexagon is the most space-saving and material-saving, and the structure is the most stable.

Seeing such a perfect masterpiece, Mo Zifan did not have a trace of beauty, only to see a fist-sized wild bee, the whole body is blood red, the tail is a blood-colored and black zebra crossing, the bee tail long sting needle is half a little finger long, the thickness of a sewing needle, in and out, from time to time there is a cold light flashing, rich in the poison of wild bees, is densely surrounded by the hive.

"Oh buy it!" Mo Zifan was like a mud leg at this time, his whole body was covered with mud, only two bright eyes were exposed, and he finally felt the true face of the wild bee at close range, his calves couldn't help but tremble, he gritted his teeth, and continued to crawl forward.

Whenever he was about to be discovered by the mad bee, Mo Zifan would immediately stand still, and the mad bee would hover over his head for a while, and then he would leave, and the cycle would start again, just like that, and finally came to the top of the mountain with difficulty.

I saw that there is an unusually thick short neck tree at the top of the mountain, just like a deformed ancient tree, about 20 meters high, but there are three adults hugging each other, this ancient tree seems to be unwilling to grow taller, there is a whole body blood red hanging on it, there is about more than 100 square beehives, the bee hole is abnormally large, there are probably heads so beaten, the hive is surrounded by a group of skull-sized crazy peaks, all are blood red, the long sting needle is almost as big as chopsticks, this is the nest behind the wild peak.

"Suck!"

Seeing this scene, Mo Zifan felt a chill in his heart, if his body was accidentally stung, wouldn't it be necessary for the two to wear it!

Then Mo Zifan lurked under a stone wall, hiding under a boulder, which was relatively dark and easy to move, took out a bamboo tube from behind, carefully grabbed some dead grass, and then poured milk pine resin on it, and took out a fire twist, which took almost half an hour to complete.

When everything was ready, Mo Zifan was already sweating profusely, and if any of these links went wrong, it would lead to a failure, so he nervously put the tied fire primers away, only to see that he quickly ignited more than a dozen fire primers, and used the speed of a hundred swords to throw more than a dozen fire primers around the nest of the mad bee.

The fire primer poured milk pine juice on the ground, and soon the fire was everywhere, and the top of the Crazy Bee Ridge suddenly smoked everywhere.

Sure enough, Mo Zifan stabbed the beecomb, oh not the crazy honeycomb.