With a bang, a bug was trampled to death by the foot falling from the sky.

In a red robe and with a faint red pattern on his head, Konitz frowned at the broken trees in front of him.

The hot jungle seemed to remind Konitz of the years of practice in the volcano. His expression was slightly distorted, as if evil light was revealed in his eyes.

Konitz was trained as a genius at Tracia's home since childhood.

It is precisely because of this that he received countless sword training, but he did not have time to think about the knowledge of politics, business, management, and interpersonal relationships.

He originally thought he didn't have to learn these things at all. As long as he had a sword in his hand, he would have the confidence to cut everything in front of him.

He has been the first in swordsmanship since he was a child. No one has ever surpassed his swordsmanship talent at home, in the family, in the academy, and in the Cost area, and he does not think that anyone in the world can surpass it.

The world's number one sword, when this thought emerged from his heart, the boiling blood once burned all over his body.

Until he met Fang Xingjian.

Thinking of Fang Xingjian, his huge heart, which had been tolerated by dragon blood, jumped hard a few more times.

It was the Fang Xingjian that made him feel the feeling of failure for the first time. When he found out that the other party had changed his job as the Storm Sword Master and he could not catch up with the other party no matter what, endless panic came.

I cannot surpass the Fangxing Sword and my talent is far inferior to the other party. So what is my meaning? What is the use of my practice for so many years? Is the meaning of my existence a trampled by him and looking up to him all my life?

Why, why should there be such genius in the world, and why should there be such beasts in the world?

Jealousy, hatred, and anger turned into boundless flames, and together with the earth-mind flame, burning his body in the volcano.

The boundless evil power distorted his mind, tortured him, and tortured everyone he met.

The martial arts and killing methods in the ancient hell path are focused on how to make your opponent fall into hell if you don’t go to hell.

Now, Konitz has turned into an evil ghost from hell under the burning of the heart fire and the earth fire inside and outside, and his only goal is Fangxing Sword.

Beside him, Rebecca squatted down, looked at the cuts of the tree trunk and the wolf corpse on the ground, squinted his eyes and said, "This little beast is running so fast."

Cynthia on the other side frowned and said, "I'm afraid that he will upgrade after killing violent animals and those niggers on the way, and that will be even more troublesome. You have to find him quickly."

Konitz sneered and said, "It's useless to upgrade. The Storm Sword Hero only has 8 speed qualities at the first level. No matter how much he upgrades, he will only have 150 to 160 points in speed qualities. It's amazing, but the methods we prepared are enough to deal with him."

However, he didn't know that Fang Xingjian was not the Storm Sword Master, but the Fengying Sword God with a first-level 11-point speed quality. He has a more growth-oriented expertise, "One sword lights the body, the world bows the head". Every velocity quality can increase the movement speed by 2% and the shooting speed.

Rebecca stood up, looked at the mountains in the distance and said, "He went there."

The group of people made a bang at their feet, and the airflow had already been cut and flew towards the mountains in the distance.

Kaunitz and others stepped into the village step by step, and the red lines on his forehead faintly formed a red flame, which was a strange phenomenon after the immortal body of hell.

After casually scanning the vast village, Konitz turned his head and saw a dozen young and old men coming over. Seeing their outfits, a white-haired old man in the lead said, "A few are knights?" He said excitedly, "You are here to kill the niggers, right? There was a comrade in your army, who was also a knight. He killed four niggers and had already left."

As he said that, the villagers took out the food they had just prepared and wanted to offer it to Konitz and others. Both the elderly and the children showed sincere smiles on their faces, obviously welcoming the knight in front of them.

But Konitz and the others just looked at everyone coldly, no one took the food, and no one spoke.

Konitz swept through the chicken, duck, fish and meat on the other party's hands. Looking at the food with mud, dust and scorch, a hint of disgust and disdain flashed in his eyes.

A feeling of uneasiness spread in everyone's hearts. Konitz slowly walked to a little girl, squatted down with a smile, touched the little girl's head and asked, "Hello, is the knight who has just passed by you, a man with a lot of swords? As soon as he walked, dozens of swords flew around behind him."

The little girl nodded seriously: "Yes, the Knight ran so fast, and the swords flew away."

A strange smile appeared on Konitz's face, and then asked softly: "Do you know where he went?"

At this moment, the little boy who had pointed the way for Fang Xingjian, slapped Cornits off the palm of the little girl and blocked the girl: "How do we know if you are his comrades? And if you are comrades, why should you ask him where he is going? Don't you know this?"

Konitz touched his chin, looked at the people in front of him and suddenly smiled again.

"I originally wanted to just lie to you."

"But I thought about it again. Sure enough, what qualifications do you civilians have to let me cheat me?"

Konitz slowly stood up and said coldly: "Which direction did the beast go?"

Everyone present immediately became nervous. The white-bearded old man walked up tremblingly and said, "Sir, the knight left as soon as he said, we really don't know where he went."

With a thunderous sound, Konitz blew his fingers, and the old man had already fallen down a blood hole in his head. Judging from his movements and appearance, it was as easy as killing a sheep or a cow.

Rebecca and others stood behind him, not caring about what happened in front of him.

This is the Miracle Continent. In this era that was darker than the Middle Ages, these mountain village civilians were much better than cattle and sheep in the eyes of nobles like Konitz.

"I kill a person every time I ask." Konitz smiled and said, "Where did that beast go?"

With a thud, another person fell down.

Someone screamed and wanted to run away: "No."

Someone knelt down and said, "Please, please spare us, we really don't know anything."

In a panic, the little boy clenched his fist hard, his pupils constantly shrinking and expanding, as if he had entered a conflict between heaven and man.

Konitz's eyes fell on him. After a smile, he had already appeared behind the other person, patted the little boy's shoulder, and his mouth whispered to the other person's ear: "You seem to know something."

The little boy's body shook violently and said, "I...I don't know anything."

But how could a teenage boy hide the cover-up from Kaunitz and the eldest prince in Kaunitz? He patted the boy on the shoulder and squirted, another old woman fell to the ground.

The boy's body shook, and there was more cold sweat on his body. Screams kept coming from his ears. Konitz's voice sounded again next to him like a devil's moan: "Is your sister behind you?"

"don't want!"

Konitz grabbed the other party's sister, and the red figure suddenly appeared ten meters away like a ghost. Looking at the little boy's nervous look, he chuckled and said, "I'll ask you one last time." His palm gently touched the little girl's head and asked, "Where has he been?"

After all, the other party was just a teenage child. He suffered a major change. Now facing this pressure, how can he bear it? He knelt on the ground and said with difficulty: "He...he went...Gmlin Bay."

Konitz laughed: "You are smart, you didn't lie to me."

The next moment, the girl in his arms turned into a flame, and it had already burned to ashes in less than a second.

"ah!!"

The boy screamed, his eyes suddenly widened, and blood vessels on his neck burst out. He rushed towards Konitz, but was ignited by a spark in the next moment, and in the blink of an eye, only ashes were left.

The killing began in an instant and ended in an instant. Konitz nodded. Their secret operation was not in line with the rules of the empire, so how could it not be silenced?

What's more, silence here can be considered on Garcia's nigger head, which is extremely convenient.

Rebeccasen said, "That little beast is indeed going to chase Mmkoya, Konitz, the people you prepared are also going there with the main force, right?"

"Of course there." A trace of ferociousness appeared on Kaunitz's face: "This time he was doomed. Not to mention that it was just a Storm Swordsman who had only changed his job for three months. Even if he had increased to level 19, he would be dead this time."

"Huh?" The eldest prince in his body snorted coldly in dissatisfaction.
Chapter completed!