"Hurry up, hurry up, damn it, you garbage, you moths" A big man with a full face kept whipping the person in front of him with the whip in his hand, and every whip in front of the person in front of him would flash a burst of silver light in the air. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The person who was whipped did not make a sound of pain, as if the whip was caressing his body, but occasionally raised his head to look at the big man's eyes, showing a trace of cruelty and coldness, but there was no such hatred.

This is a prison where prisoners are held in a certain mountain range under the jurisdiction of Haoyue Palace in the southern part of the Haoyue Continent, but it is not ordinary prisoners who are imprisoned here, but some martial arts cultivators who kill people and slaughter the city.

There are four continents in this plane, namely the Haoyue Continent, the Star Continent, the Desolate Ancient Continent, and the Firmament Continent, and the four continents are governed by the Haoyue Palace, the Star Pavilion, the Desolate Ancient Sect, the Firmament Tomb, and the four golden forces.

Under the four golden forces, there is the platinum power, and under the platinum power, there is the bronze power, and under the bronze is the lowest black iron power.

Layer by layer, the hierarchy is strict, several continents are all martial arts, and the level of cultivation is also distinct, and the level represents identity.

It is divided into nine levels, iron level martial arts, bronze level martial artists, platinum martial artists, golden martial artists, king-level martial artists, imperial martial artists, and honorable martial artists. Saint-level martial artists and god-level martial artists.

Each level is divided into nine orders, such as the first iron level, and this is the depths of the Haoyue Mountain Range where the Haoyue Palace is located where the god-level martial artists are located.

It is rumored that in the depths of this prison there is a fifth-order god-level powerhouse, the Sword God of the Heavens, and the heavens.

Early in the morning, as soon as the sky was bright, a group of prisoners with heavy shackles on their hands and feet walked neatly towards a tall building under the leadership of a big man with a face full of flesh and flesh that was no more than a second-order platinum level.

From time to time, the big man roared at the prisoner, and the long whip in his hand flew in the air from time to time and whipped towards a prisoner, and occasionally a few prisoners tried to resist, but just gathered the spiritual power on his body, and a burst of silver light emitted from the chains that imprisoned his hands and feet

The spiritual power is sucked in.

This was followed by the long whip in the hands of the big man and the incessant insults.

"Aren't you cows? Yo, isn't this the sword king Zhang Yidao? Where's your knife? Damn, I'll make you the king of the sword, hahaha" Some of the jailers around the big man laughed.

At this moment, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in the opposite building walked towards this side, the young man's face was very pale, but it was not like the kind of malnourished pale, but more like tired, the young man's name was Qin Bing, just like the name, the young man's face

A chill.

Qin Bing had spent sixteen years in this prison known as the Prison of the Strong, and no one here knew why Qin Bing had come here when he was just born, not even himself.

For everything that happened in front of him, the young man Qin Bing seemed to be used to it, and he didn't feel too scared.

It is also a child who has lived in prison for 16 years, from opening his eyes and learning to walk to growing up, he will always get used to the things he sees every day, and even the things he has personally experienced.

Suddenly, without warning, a long whip shot towards the thin Qin Bing, and in the face of the oncoming whip, Qin Bing did not dodge, because he knew that if he dodged, there might be more whips on his body.

"Poof"

The whip slammed on Qin Bing's shoulder, and suddenly his clothes were torn like tofu, and the flesh and blood on his shoulder flew horizontally, and a long cut appeared on his shoulder.

In this regard, Qin Bing only frowned slightly, his lips were bitten tightly, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head and didn't take a second look, just stood there quietly.

None of the prisoners stood up to speak, and all the prisoners were not really cold-blooded, except for the occasional cruel smile, more of them showed a face that could not bear it. After all, in cold-bloodedness, everyone grew up watching Qin Bing, and they all once hugged the little guy

In the end, Dahan probably didn't feel much fun, so he could only yell after two strokes; "Little bastard, roll"

"Look at it, you bastards, don't you go quickly, do you want to eat a few whips," he said, frantically pumping towards a few people.

After all the prisoners and the big man left, a trace of hatred appeared in Qin Bing's originally calm eyes, and his fists tightly clenched the things that were originally held in his hands, and when Qin Bing let go of his hands, the originally hard things in his hands had been pinched

The powder flew out with the wind.

If those prisoners and the big man hadn't left at this time, they would have been surprised to close their mouths.

A piece of hard iron essence was actually pinched into powder by Qin Bing's bare hands, you must know that with the hardness of iron essence, it is generally not as good as a fifth-order platinum-level martial artist, it is impossible to knead iron essence into powder with bare hands.

No one would have thought that a sixteen-year-old boy would actually be a fifth-order platinum-level powerhouse.

Nowadays, in these continents, young geniuses are not uncommon, and there are no fewer people who have reached the fifth-order platinum level at the age of sixteen, but those are some teenagers who were born under the platinum-level forces, at least the bronze-level forces are still unable to cultivate a sixteen-year-old fifth-order

Platinum Genius.

In this plane, basically cultivating from a young age to ten years old to reach the iron level, the eighteen bronze level is already considered a talent, and the iron level is collectively referred to as a martial artist.

..........。

In a cell somewhere deep in the prison.

On a wooden bed, a simple quilt on the wooden bed, a man covered in tattered clothes and loose hair on the bed lying quietly on the bed, but his exposed body was actually cut off on all four limbs, which looked like a human-shaped wooden stick, and the ears and nose on his face

Liang eyeballs were also cut or dug out.

At this time, although the person lying on the bed had his ears cut off, he could still hear the voice, listening to the movement beside him, and said; Beaten. ”

It turned out that the person who came in was Qin Bing, who was just outside.

"No Reverse Uncle" Qin Bing, who had always had a cold face, showed a smile on his face after seeing the crippled man, only here in this prison full of indifference and coldness, only this person could bring Qin Bing a feeling of warmth.

"Silly boy, although your uncle can't see it, can't you smell the smell of blood?" The man's terrifying face showed a smile that was even more terrifying than a ghost.

"I want to go against the sky, unruly, swear against the sky, but end up like this" The man's voice was full of loneliness.

Unexpectedly, in this strong man's cage, there is really a generation of strong men who dominated the four continents fifty years ago, and the sword god is against the sky, and against the sky. With a soft sigh, the cell was silent for a while, and the mind of the sky kept recalling all kinds of foreign affairs.

Qin Bing knew that Uncle Reverse remembered some sad things again

"Xiao Qin Bing, how is your cultivation of the Heaven-Defying Sword Technique," Heaven-Defying Heaven suddenly asked as if he had thought of something

"Uncle Rebellion, no matter how much I attack the sword move now, my spiritual power cultivation is already a fifth-order platinum martial artist," said Qin Bing proudly for his cultivation.

"Well, that's right, little Qin Bing, Uncle Reverse doesn't have any gifts for you"

"Uncle Rebel, I don't need your gift"

"Hehe, silly boy, I remember tomorrow is your seventeenth birthday here, right?" Ignoring Qin Bing and continuing against the sky, like an old man who had already reached the twilight, he said kindly;

"Child, uncle has a gift for you, come and put your hand on your uncle's head"

According to the instructions of the anti-cangtian, Qin Bing gently placed his left hand on the forehead of the anti-cangtian.

Feeling Qin Bing's left hand on his forehead, he smiled slightly and said with a smile; "Do they think that if I cut off my limbs and abolish my spiritual power, I really have no strength at all?"

Suddenly, there was a hideous look on the face of the sky.

Qin Bing only felt that suddenly he was dizzy, and an inexplicable suction force came from his left hand attached to Uncle Rebellion, and then it was dark in front of him, and soon Qin Bing felt that his eyes were bright again, and he appeared in a strange place, and his eyes were all gray

Cover.

"Where is this, I'm here like this, where are you, uncle? From beginning to end, Qin Bing never suspected that rebelling against his uncle would harm him.

Suddenly, the entire gray space was agitated, and a majestic figure appeared in front of Qin Bing's eyes, this person was dressed in black, and a seven-foot long sword was diagonally on his back.

Qin Bing felt that he had never seen this person, but why did he feel familiar.

Just as Qin Bing was thinking about who this person was, the man in black spoke; "Xiao Qin Bing, this is your consciousness space"

Hearing the man's voice, Qin Bing instantly heard who this person was.

"Uncle Rebel, how did I end up here, you... You.. Qin Bing found that the uncle in front of him was no longer a crippled person whose hands and feet had been chopped off. The look of joy on his face was self-evident.

"Xiao Qin Bing, uncle's time is running out, I'll go out and explain to you, now you have to feel with your heart," said Reverse Cangtian stretched out his hand, and the long sword behind his back flew to Reverse Cangtian's hand after "whooshing".

Look at it.

The first move of the anti-heaven sword trick, "I am the king of the eight wildernesses, holding a long sword against the sky." With the use of the sword move, the momentum of the whole person against the sky instantly climbed to the peak, and the sword qi in his hand was wanton, dancing faster and faster.

The second move of the anti-heaven sword trick, "Even if the road ahead is boundless, my sword heart will never die"...

The third move of the anti-heaven sword trick.......

After a long time, when the anti-sky sword technique used all three moves, the entire figure didn't have time to speak, stretched out his hand and waved his hand towards Qin Bing's consciousness space, and the slightest golden light then melted into Qin Bing's consciousness space, and then dissipated into Qin Bing's consciousness.

Outside, Qin Bing closed his eyes tightly at the moment, and there was an invisible sword aura on his body, sometimes gathering, sometimes spreading, not for a long time, when Qin Bing felt that in his consciousness space, a small silver sword slowly took shape, but the small sword that had just been formed was like madness

The boat in the storm will dissipate at any time.

Finally, when the little sword was completely stabilized, Qin Bing opened his eyes and didn't have time to be happy. Tears flowed down his eyes, and Qin Bing didn't know how long it had been since he had shed tears.

The reverse sky on the wooden bed kept spitting out blood from his mouth at this time. The appearance is very miserable.

"Uncle Rebel, what's wrong with you, Uncle Rebel." Qin Bing cried and shouted.

Turning his head with difficulty, "Hehe, Xiao Qin Bing, don't be sad, uncle is going to die, in fact, as early as seventeen years ago, my uncle didn't want to live in this world, but after seeing you, I felt that you were the same as my uncle when I was a child, so I would trade with those guys."

You raised.

Now that you have grown up, your uncle is also relieved, but you can't stay here forever, just now it was your uncle who used his soul to condense into power and enter your consciousness space.

The anti-heaven sword technique you cultivated was accidentally picked up by your uncle in a cave when he was young, and his uncle's qualifications are limited, and he can only cultivate the first three moves, and you will know it when you cultivate it yourself in the future.

If these words of the sky are known by outsiders, they will definitely have the idea of wanting to kill and rob, what kind of exercises can you reach the god level and the fifth order powerhouse by only cultivating the third layer and learning three sword moves.

"Uncle, tell me who made you like this, and I'm going to take revenge on you?" Qin Bing thought that his uncle, who treated him like a parent, was about to die, so he would have no relatives in this world in the future, and the seeds of hatred were planted deep in his heart.

"Silly boy, live well, don't avenge your uncle, your uncle doesn't want you to live in hatred in the future, you ......" Feeling the clicking sound of Qin Bing's clenched hands, he sighed against the sky; "Uncle won't tell you, you want to

Avenge your uncle, then make yourself strong and find it yourself. ”

Child, Uncle will use the remaining soul power to create a soul storm, and they would never dream of thinking that although my spiritual power has been abolished for all these years of imprisonment, it will actually make my soul reach the sixth order of the god level, hahahaha, they would never have dreamed of it.

"Let's go, why don't you go, get out" became crazy against the sky at this moment.

Looking at the thunderous Uncle Rebellion, Qin Bing knelt on the ground with a bang, and buckled nine heads against the sky, hitting the ground very much every time.

"Father and child are gone," Qin Bing said softly

The reverse sky on the wooden bed fell silent the moment Qin Bing called out his father, and shouted loudly; "Good. Okay, kid, I can finally hear you call me father, and I'll be blind to death."

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