The ancient city stands at the end of the wilderness, vast and untouched. It has existed for unknown years, like a sleeping giant.
A figure covered in mud, water and grass clippings was walking slowly with a sword in his left hand.
When other people passed by, they felt disgusted, as if they were smelly beggars, but that was not the case. There was no smell, it was just the mud and water splashing from the heavy rain that clung to it. Just make it clearer.
However, there is currently no water, so it is naturally impossible to clean.
This is Chen Zong!
In the wilderness, Chen Zong stopped and walked, and it took him several days and nights to get out. When he came to this city, he was ready to enter the city to rest. After all, the dry food he carried had been eaten. This ordinary body must
Eating can ensure strength and survival.
Entering the city, you did not encounter any obstacles, but after entering the city, Chen Zong's appearance would inevitably attract the attention of many people.
As he walked, Chen Zong paused because he heard shouts full of Jianghu atmosphere and saw the crowd crowded into a circle. He walked over to take a look out of curiosity and was startled.
It was a bare-chested man with bulging muscles, as if they were made of fine steel. He had a solemn look on his face and was exercising his strength. The muscles were bulging, as if full of explosive power.
Immediately, after finishing his movement, he exhaled loudly, thrust his arms forward suddenly, and immediately grabbed a stone half a man's height. His eyes widened, the muscles in his arms bulged, and the veins bulged like snakes, seeming to be swimming around.
"ha!"
With a loud shout, the man squatted down and stabilized his legs, then immediately picked up the big stone and raised it above his head.
"That's awesome."
"That stone must have weighed two to three hundred kilograms, and it was lifted up in one go."
"You are truly worthy of being a samurai."
The spectators around were all in awe, as if they were shocked that the man could lift a stone weighing two to three hundred kilograms. In Chen Zong's view, this was such an incredible thing.
Two to three hundred pounds!
What's that?
"Is it possible that there is no so-called cultivation in this world?" Chen Zong couldn't help but secretly guess.
If this is the case, then with the strength of my body, I'm afraid there won't be any danger.
Chen Zong was still worried before, that is, he has no cultivation base. If he meets a master who has cultivation base, it is difficult to tell whether he will be an opponent.
Now it seems that my worries are unnecessary.
Of course, Chen Zong is not sure what it is, after all, his understanding of this world is very superficial.
After a few more glances, the man raised the big sword in the corner and performed a set of sword skills. The sword skills looked bright and amazing, but in Chen Zong's eyes, they were rough. Even so, it caused a stir around him.
The audience screamed and marveled, and received a lot of reward money for this.
But for some reason, Chen Zong felt a sense of desolation and sorrow.
Shaking his head, Chen Zong withdrew from the crowd and continued walking forward. After walking for a while, he saw another person performing a show, also known as a warrior.
"What on earth is going on?" Chen Zong felt confused, but his stomach suddenly growled.
Hungry!
Chen Zong has not eaten for a whole day. No matter what the world is like, he still needs to find something to fill his stomach first. It happens that not far away, there is a restaurant.
"Where did the beggar come from?" A man in gorgeous clothes stood near the window of the restaurant and shouted with disdain.
"This is... a warrior who practices asceticism, right?" Another person at the table said hesitantly, not sure.
"Samurai... So what if you are a warrior? No matter how powerful you are, if I throw money at you, you still have to kneel down obediently." The man in gorgeous clothes said with a disdainful smile.
In this era, there is no so-called extraordinary power. Samurai are just a group of people who polish their bodies and hone their martial arts. They have superior strength, speed and skills than ordinary people. They have extraordinary strength and can do it against a pair.
Two, versus ten or more.
But even the legendary strongest warrior who can defeat a thousand enemies, a super being known as the Martial Saint, cannot break away from the limitations of mortals. He will still suffer from birth, old age, illness and death, and he also needs to eat three meals a day and sleep late at night.
After all, samurai are just a group of ordinary people who pursue personal power.
In this era, almost the vast majority of samurai have become the guards of those families or wealthy businessmen, etc. They just have different names, but the essence is the same.
Even though he is the Martial Saint who governs the country in this country, his status seems to be very high, but in the final analysis, he is not serving the country.
In the eyes of ordinary people, powerful warriors possess extraordinary force and are superior, but in the eyes of wealthy people, warriors are high-level thugs.
"You... come here and show me your performance. If you satisfy me, I will give you some reward at my discretion." The gorgeously dressed young man seemed to want to show his superiority. He picked up a piece of fruit on the table and threw it out of the window.
Throw it to Chen Zong.
Chen Zong seemed to have realized it a long time ago and avoided it lightly.
"Looks like you have some ability. Come on, give me a good show. If you perform well, I will be rewarded." The gorgeously dressed young man seemed to be aroused and shouted to Chen Zong outside the window again.
He said loudly and attracted the attention of many people.
"That must be the second son of the Liu family. He is teasing those warriors again."
"The Second Young Master has a high status. It is an honor to be teased by him."
Chen Zong looked up and saw the young man in gorgeous clothes, with oily hair and pink face, staring at him in a condescending manner, as if he was superior.
That look made Chen Zong feel disgusted. A ray of cold light burst out from his eyes, penetrating through the air like a sharp sword, killing everything.
Mr. Liu was stunned for a moment, as if his eyes were pierced. He screamed and fell back, knocking over the drinks on the table.
Immediately, he realized that his reaction was embarrassing and embarrassing, and he suddenly became irritable and angry.
"You... kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy immediately, otherwise, I will make your life worse than death." Mr. Liu suddenly stood up, leaned his upper body out of the window, and pointed angrily at Chen Zong, with saliva flying and murderous intent on his face.
Although he has never killed anyone with his own hands, Mr. Liu has ordered his subordinates to kill many people.
Outside the restaurant, the expressions of everyone who had been attracted to watch suddenly changed and they all backed away, fearing that they would be implicated.
"You are looking for death!" Chen Zong suddenly became angry, and a trace of murderous intent came out from deep in his heart.
When did a mere ordinary person with no cultivation base and weak muscles and bones dare to speak like this to him?
"How brave, how dare you disobey the young master." A loud shout was like thunder, and suddenly, a tall and strong figure leaped out from the wide window, falling heavily like a big stone, and headed towards Chen Zong.
The momentum was astonishing, as if it was going to crush Chen Zong into a meat pie.
The overwhelming pressure was astonishing, and a flash of sword light suddenly appeared. Chen Zong slipped his feet, as if gliding on the ice, avoiding the opponent's blow in an understatement.
"Liu Er, break his legs and drag him in front of me to kowtow and apologize." Young Master Liu immediately shouted.
The strong man holding a big sword was his guard Liu Er, a warrior trained by the Liu family. He was born with an amazingly strong body and could lift two hundred kilograms of weight with one arm. After practicing martial arts, his strength was astonishing. He once
Killed a huge buffalo with one punch.
Liu Er has eyes like copper bells, a ferocious look, and an astonishing murderous aura. He has taken action for the Second Young Master Liu and has killed many people who are not pleasing to his eyes.
"Okay." Liu Er's voice sounded like muffled thunder. Immediately, he stepped out with his thick legs and feet, charging out like a bison. The big knife weighing more than thirty kilograms in his hand brought about a terrifying strong wind, and the sword was bright.
It was extremely dazzling and struck down hard, as if a knife was about to split the mountain.
Everyone in the distance was even more frightened.
This Liu Er is a famous warrior in the city.
That ascetic warrior is dead. This time, it will definitely be miserable.
His legs would be broken, he would be dragged before the Second Young Master to beg for mercy, he would be severely humiliated and then tortured to death.
Thinking about the past, those who know it can't help but look pale, and some timid people have closed their eyes and dare not look.
"Isn't that Liu Huan's guard?"
In another restaurant not far away, there were people sitting near the window. They were attracted by the sound and were startled.
"Liu Huan must have ordered the guards to kill people again. That's all he has."
This knife looked extremely amazing, at least to others around it.
But in Chen Zong's eyes, this sword was nothing. Although it was not slow and powerful, it seemed rough. At least in the eyes of Chen Zong's superb realm, it was full of flaws.
Chen Zong didn't move. In other people's eyes, he was too frightened to react. The second young master, Liu Huan, couldn't help but show a cruel smile and was already thinking about how he was going to torture this incompetent person.
I have become a warrior, but I dare to disobey and offend myself.
There was even a hint of ferocity on Liu Er's face, extremely ruthless.
At the moment when the sword light fell, an extremely sharp sword light suddenly lit up, but it was so fast and extremely fast that it flashed past like a stream of light in the sky and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Even a highly skilled warrior like Liu Er felt like an illusion, let alone other ordinary people, who could only vaguely glimpse a fleeting light.
But Liu Er's slashing sword paused slightly, and then fell powerlessly in front of Chen Zong. Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, intact, but Liu Er's eyebrows had a blood hole at some point, and blood mixed with brain matter was gurgling out.
.
Chen Zong moved his steps lightly, and Liu Er fell forward with his eyes wide open and full of incredible fear. His strong body hit the hard ground, as if a big drum was beating. The dust flew away, and everyone could only feel the ground.
With a shock, everyone's mind went blank.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, there seems to be only a ray of light."
"Dead...dead, Liu Er is actually dead..."
Everyone around was horrified and shocked.
"Liu Er...Liu Er..." Liu Huan also reacted, his face changed drastically and he exclaimed repeatedly, but got no response. Then he pointed at Chen Zong in surprise, anger and fear, his fingers trembling: "You
...You...what are you...what kind of magic are you using..."