The country of freedom, the devil's sect.

The reason why the Demon Kingdom is named freedom is because of its national style, free and unruly.

People here seem to have a characteristic, as if they will abandon all morality and etiquette for what they think in their hearts.

This phenomenon is particularly evident in the territory of the Free Kingdom belonging to the Demon Cult.

"Take it!" At the door of the store, a figure in black angrily grabbed the package that the store protected tightly into his hand. The huge force made the store stagger.

"Sir, this is my family's annual meal money. Without this, my family can't live."

The store owner is a smart and capable middle-aged man with panic and begging for mercy at this moment.

The figure in black looks much younger, but the gloomy eyes and the deep scars on the corners of his mouth make him look very scary, giving people a dangerous atmosphere.

"Hmph, what's up to me? I also need money."

"Sir, if we don't have this money, our family will starve to death."

"So what? And the owner of your tavern is afraid of starving to death. At most, I think that I can't live in this city anymore."

The boss of the restaurant looked at him, and it was obvious that the other party was talking about it.

"But even so, my family will live in dire straits, sir."

The owner of the wine shop continued to cry and beg.

The man in black sneered, "I'm already kind-hearted if I don't kill you. What else do you want?" He said that, slapped the boss of the winery on the face with his hands.

"Woo." A scared whimper came. Deep in the wine shop, a young woman with excellent figure and a pretty teenage girl snuggled tightly together. The little girl couldn't help but shrink tightly into her mother's arms when she saw the fierce appearance of the bad guy.

The man in black focused his eyes on the young woman, and his eyes became greedy and full of desire, and the man's desire.

"Sir, don't, you have taken away all the money. Please don't attack my wife and daughter, sir!"

The middle-aged wine shop owner was very panicked. He finally got married with his beautiful wife and raised his daughter so old that he would never have to be buried in the hands of a devilish demon cultivator in this demon country today.

How can ordinary people compete with warriors who possess martial arts?

Under the obstruction of the wine shop owner, the man in black kept moving forward, and a trace of black smoke-like gas emitted from his body.

"Miss, you have such a handsome face. Why not be happy with me?"

The boss's wife and daughter screamed in horror, and at the same time, the body kept retreating. The owner of the wine shop lay down on the legs of the man in black who was hugged, and still walked forward without any obstacles.

"Ah!!" The screams of the young woman and the girl were accompanied by the sound of her clothes being torn.

"Ah! No." There was also the owner of the winery shouting in despair, clenching the knife on his waist with his hands, ready to fight to the death or to die.

"Hey." A low voice sounded, hoarse, low, but very powerful.

At some point, behind the man in black, a knife was worn on his back and wearing a navy blue uniform, and black flame embroidery could be vaguely seen on his clothes.

The man with a knife was gently held on the man in black's erect neck with his hand, and the man in black who was aggressive just now seemed to be lifted up by a cat with a erect neck, unable to move, and the man with a knife could hold him.

At this moment, the man in black no longer felt immersed in lust, but became alert and surprised.

"Who are you? I should have no grudges and grudges with you."

"yes."

"That's the hero who is the heroic knight?"

"no."

"Then, what do you want?"

"Kill you."

The man in black looked shocked suddenly, and his whole body was filled with energy. With the perception of wandering between life and death countless times, and the internal strength of his body, he condensed on his fist. A trace of black air filled his body. The familiar black air was one of the main symbols of the demon cultivator.

The man in black smiled fiercely again. This move was realized by him several times in the ray of life and death, and he saved him from danger several times.

A master of a half-step hero stabbed his throat with a sword, but he used this move to inject a trace of black gas into the body of the half-step hero in one fell swoop, causing the opponent to lose his combat power by corroding his internal strength, and then brutally killed by him.

He was confident that this young man in blue would never be able to guard against it. His young face looked like he had a short experience in the world. How could he understand the sinisterness of the people's hearts in the world?

With a dark smile, the fingers stained with thick black air had not touched the young man at all, and then he heard a click, and the fingers of the man in black had broken.

The man in black looked at his fingers in shock. Before he could react, he heard another click, and the man in black's arm was cut off from thin air by a sharp knife intent.

This time the man in black reacted, "Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much. Heroes, hello, hello."

The man in black then realized the difference in strength between him and the young man in front of him.

He half-kneeled on the ground and cried and begged the young man to let him go, but he only saw Gu Jing Bubo in the other party's eyes, without the slightest emotional fluctuation caused by murder.

In the calm and dark eyes, there was no slight pity or ruthlessness, as if the person who killed was not a human being, nor the slightest righteousness of eliminating harm to the people.

It’s like killing someone is killing, just wanting to kill, it has nothing to do with anything else, just thinking about it, then do that.

"Soon and Soon." Several blades slashed the flesh and blood. While the man in black was still staring wide, he began to see his body being removed into eight pieces.

"Ahhhh." The family of three next to him hugged each other in horror at this moment, watching the fierce demon cultivator being cut into eight pieces by the young man.

This is the country of freedom, the country of demons, and nothing happens here is not surprising, because the most notorious demon cultivators and warriors in the world gather here.

The different ways of practicing have led to different minds and ways of doing things, and have also created different cultures here.

But any place, a region that can be called a country and a city, must be orderly. Where there is no order is a land of chaos and killing.

"Thank you, thank you." The girl resisted her disgust and nausea towards the corpse on the ground and thanked the man in front of her.

Her parents were so scared that their legs were limp and they could not stand up. Facing the black-clothed demon cultivator, they could still understand the other party's request and fear. But facing this young and powerful warrior, they could only feel panic, because the other party seemed to be just for the purpose of killing people, but he wanted to kill people.
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