Retrograde fairy way

"Boom! Crack! Boom!"

There were bursts of noise in the dark night. Listening to the movement, it seemed that some large animals were fighting.

"Huh! Although this basic swordsmanship is simple and clear, all arts are not separated from their roots. They all need to be developed step by step, just like military boxing. I have practiced for nearly 30 years before I have the skills I have today. I want to fly with the sword. It’s hard, maybe I’ll have to practice more in the future!” Wang Mo muttered to himself with a bitter face as he looked helplessly at the epee in his hand.

His military boxing has been a man for more than 30 years in two lifetimes. Since he was sensible, he has practiced without interruption, but he has reached the point of proficiency in the group. In addition, his body is extremely powerful, and the blue-white boxing formed on the peak of his boxing Gang is the evidence, but Wang Mo's knowledge of martial arts is too little, and he has been groping for cultivation by himself. If he hadn't learned a little bit of Qihuang at the beginning, he might not be able to practice this "Open Source Scripture" , Just like killing the iron-skinned fire ox with a single punch, it was just due to his hard-working blow, but he didn't know that his gang directly drilled into the fire ox's head, shattered his brain and died.

With the light and shadow of the bonfire, looking at the surrounding trees and ravines, it is not difficult to see that Wang Mo is practicing the "basic swordsmanship" he said.Speaking of this basic swordsmanship, Wang Mo, who has never touched a sword, scratched his head anxiously. After all, the scene of flying with a sword and taking the enemy's head thousands of miles away as described in the jade slips is so desirable, and Wang Mo He is just a young man. Although he has a calm personality, which young man has no dreams?

Wang Mo has been practicing this basic swordsmanship for a few days, and he naturally uses the 'door panel' after the transformation, or the current epee.

I saw that with the dancing of the epee, I still couldn't grasp the strength at first, and I just relied on brute force and the weight of the epee to show its power, but this not only consumed a lot of energy, but also had no effect on the cultivation of swordsmanship. , Wang Mo inevitably felt a little impatient, so after waving to vent his anger, Wang Mo leaned on the epee, panting, and muttered helplessly to himself.But even if he was anxious in his heart, he also understood that this cultivation was not something that could be accomplished overnight. After all, he hadn't practiced it several times, so he couldn't be as proficient in this basic sword technique as he was proficient in using military boxing.

"Huh! Shout!"

Wang Mo, who was tired from practice, played a sword flower with his left hand and inserted the epee into the soil casually. He walked to the fire and picked out a large lump of burnt hard mud that was roasting in the fire with a branch, and then stretched out his hand With a "bang", it was smashed directly, and Wang Mo's expression was intoxicated, obviously there was something hidden in the mud.

This is a delicacy that Wang Mo imitated from his memory. Speaking of it, it is still very famous-beggar chicken. Maybe Wang Mo, who was on the way, did not plan to spend the night in the city. After seeing the dark sky, he plunged into it. In the woods by the roadside, I caught this unlucky big bird, washed it alive in a small river not far away, and then burned it.

Seeing how Wang Mo was feasting, he was obviously quite satisfied with his craft. After all, he had lived in the mountain village for a year, and he had learned many crafts from Yang Li, an old hunter, especially this kind of wild game barbecue. Products can be seen everywhere.

"Miss, let's go! Ah!"

Not long after eating and drinking, a sudden miserable cry woke up Wang Mo who was meditating, but Wang Mo didn't check it out. Although the sound sounded loud and sad, but such a cry in the middle of the night obviously couldn't be What a good thing, Wang Mo, who didn't want to be nosy, slowly closed his eyes. It was already late at night. It was the first cold winter, and the night was even more quiet. Such a scream at this time was really chilling, and most people would be horrified. The cry was frightening, and fortunately, it was late at night and no one was walking at night, except for Wang Mo.

It's just that Wang Mo didn't want to cause trouble, but the trouble came to him. Maybe this is the sadness of being the protagonist, or Wang Mo never thought of himself as the protagonist.

"Plop!" As the sound of running gradually approached here, a very thin figure under the moon-white light appeared next to Wang Mo's fire. Perhaps the long-term running made this person exhausted. When he arrived at Guangming, he fell to the ground with powerlessness.

"Help me, save us!" The visitor saw Wang Mo sitting by the fire, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he crawled towards Wang Mo desperately, but the disheveled appearance reminded Wang Mo of his previous life because of After seeing the "Sister Sadako" curiously, and then thinking of the miserable cry not long ago, it really makes people shudder.

Wang Mo frowned and looked at the person in front of him. Through the light of the fire, he could vaguely see that it was a woman, but her body was stained with blood, and cotton wool was exposed in some places in the gray-blue linen jacket. I really can't think of such a woman, what would be worth making people late at night After chasing here, looking at the tattered boots on her feet, it was obvious that she had run quite a distance.

But now that it's in front of him, Wang Mo doesn't want to care about it and he can't. After all, Wang Mo is a man of flesh and blood, and he can't see a life disappearing in front of his eyes. If he didn't check it just now, it can be said that he didn't want to be nosy, but now it's in front of him. Seeing the appearance of the woman on the ground in front of him, the men in black who followed after a short time could tell that Wang Mo had been dragged into the water in this matter.

And these people surrounded Wang Mo together, obviously with the intention of murdering people to silence them, after all, coming here late at night, and doing such deeds, it must not be a bright thing!

"Can my friend entrust this woman to us?" One of the leaders asked in a hoarse voice.The men in black came to the fire, and when they saw Wang Mo's immature face, they all heaved a sigh of relief, but when they saw the scary sword sticking out of Wang Mo's left hand, they were shocked. Following the principle of caution, they exchanged glances with each other, and one of them spoke.

"If you want someone, come up and get it yourself!"

Wang Mo looked at the fainted woman beside the fire. He was naturally aware of the actions of the men in black. Now that they met, the other party obviously had no good intentions. Can't let people get hurt!

Wang Mo's spiritual sense came out secretly, and he found that these people were all at the second level of Qi refining, and the strongest one among them was only at the third level. He claimed that he could not save this woman in a fight, so he pretended to agree to seduce her. When they stepped forward, Wang Mohao made a surprise attack and killed them.

"Okay, hehe, thank you for your convenience!" The men in black thought that Wang Mo was afraid of them, so they all let out a sinister laugh that only they could understand.

One of the men in black walked slowly towards the woman lying on the ground. He thought that Wang Mo would not do anything, but he didn't notice it at all. It was as if Wang Mo was sitting still. The energy fluctuations brought out by it may be that the "Open Source Scripture" cultivated by Wang Mo is too profound, and now the innate qi he cultivated is even more restrained. Ink movement.

Several times when fighting against immortal cultivators, Wang Mo found that the energy in the opponent's body was extremely obvious when he fought, but he had no such scruples, so in the eyes of others, he looked like a pure physical cultivator.