At the south gate of Yangon, more than a dozen warriors lazily leaned against the wall of the city gate. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info they were wandering warriors hired by the current lord of Yangon City, that is, the Wang family, to perform the duties of the former city guards, such as checking on people entering and leaving the city, in order to earn a meager salary and rations.

It's just that the job is so easy that they are bored and have nothing to do. For a morning had passed, and there was not a man at the gate who went in or out of the city.

"The city of Yangon is huge, and the population of one million is less than 200,000 now. Not even a single person passed through the gates in the morning. A warrior sighed.

"There is chaos everywhere now, and only the city is safe. It's hard work, but you can always survive. What to do out there? ”

"Stability is also our security, but not those civilians, so no one wants to enter the city."

While they were chatting, a warrior looking into the distance suddenly shouted, "Someone is coming." ”

When everyone turned their heads, they saw two figures running towards the city gate on the avenue more than a thousand meters away. The person running in front should be a teenager in shape. More than a thousand meters behind the young man, there was a tall warrior who seemed to be wearing armor chasing him.

"Be on guard."

In the land of chaos, the wind is roaring. Those who were not vigilant died. Therefore, the warriors guarding the gate of the city immediately drew their weapons.

"Hey, why is that young man a little familiar?" The two chasing people got closer, and a warrior looked at the young man in front of him and said in surprise.

The young man approached the city gate only a few hundred meters in a blink of an eye, and a warrior suddenly shouted: "It's the grandson of the Wang family." ”

"Help me." The boy looked at the guards at the city gate, and shouted in horror as he ran desperately. His face was covered in blood and sweat. The blood was splattered on his face by his parents, who used their bodies to shield him from the incoming armor.

"Father, mother. If I survive, I will avenge you. I will never forget the faces of these people. The boy gritted his teeth and ran to the city gate with all his strength.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters.

"I am the grandson of the Wang family, I order you to block the people behind, he is a cultist, and whoever takes his head will be rewarded with 100,000 taels of gold." A hundred meters from the nearby city gate, the young man shouted.

"One hundred thousand taels of gold?" The eyes of the warriors in the city gate cave lit up collectively. The Wang family is now the acting city lord, but the soil emperor of Yangon City, their grandson was hunted down and killed, if they were saved, the benefits would be immeasurable.

A warrior with a longbow reacted quickly, and rushed out of the city gate first, and while bending his bow and arrows, he drank: "Prince Wang, I will help you." ”

The warrior's arrows quickly hit the bowstring and were about to pass by the boy. I saw the warrior chasing after the young man, and threw the spear in his hand at the young man from a distance of more than 300 meters.

"Boom."

The spear pierced through the air, causing a loud roar. The white cloud-like martial arts qi wrapped around the spear, attaching a powerful kinetic energy to the spear. In the blink of an eye, the spear flew a distance of three hundred meters, nailing the running teenager to the ground.

"Not good." The bow-wielding warrior was a beginner-level martial artist, and when he saw the spear flying, the martial arts qi attached to the spear, he dropped the bow and arrow in his hand without thinking about it, turned over and threw himself on the ground on the side. He held his head in both hands, his body curled up in a ball, and his martial arts strength was even more stimulated without money, protecting his whole body.

"Boom."

The next moment, a huge explosion came to mind, countless dust, gravel with a strong wind blowing on the body, crackling. The warrior who was curled up on the ground waited quietly for the aftermath to dissipate before raising his head to take a look.

Less than five meters beside him, a large pit more than one meter deep and nearly two meters in radius suddenly appeared on the extremely solid ground that had been stepped on by countless pedestrians. In the middle of the pit, the tail of a spear was inserted, and the front half of the spear was deeply embedded in the earth. Around the pit, blood stains of flesh and tattered thumb-sized clothing were faintly visible.

"Fortunately, I have seen the martial artists of the transcendent realm make a move, and fortunately I dodged quickly, otherwise I would have died without a corpse by now." The warrior breathed a sigh of relief, remembering the thrill just now, if he was one step slower, he would be blown to pieces by the gangqi. Thinking of this, he no longer had the courage to take the bounty.

"I've seen adults." The warrior lowered his eyebrows, and the body that had just stood up climbed down again. He knelt quietly on the ground, his forehead touched the ground, and walked to Xiao Wu in front of him with a respectful greeting.

It was Xiao Wu who was chasing at the young man who threw the spear at him, and he walked to the pit and stretched out his hand to pull out the spear. He glanced at the warrior who was kneeling beside him. This martial artist was nothing more than afraid that he would kill someone, after all, what he had just done offended him greatly.

Xiao Wu smiled: "Get up." I am a warrior of the Yu Dynasty, my sword, only against the enemy. ”

"Thank you, sir." The warrior who knelt on the ground wiped the cold sweat on his head, and couldn't help but praise his cleverness, and once again survived from the ghost gate.

Xiao Wu didn't care about him, frowning and thinking: "Chasing all the way, they desperately protected this young man, and now that I killed him, why do I always feel like I missed one?" ”

The fifth realm is the Yi Ling realm, where wisdom is opened, the spirit is strong, they can get mysterious guidance in the underworld, and they have a strong sixth sense.

Martial artists of the transcendent realm walked on the continent, and sometimes when they came to a place, they suddenly felt in their hearts: there was danger ahead, and they couldn't go on.

There was no warning, no clue, and their spirits, their hearts, automatically warned of danger ahead. These warriors immediately changed direction. When they check it out afterwards, the guidance of the heart is often true. There is indeed great danger ahead, and if you really walk over, you are likely to die.

Some intuitive beasts can sense danger before an earthquake, such as an earthquake, and migrate. And the martial artists of the Fifth Realm have intuition that is stronger than these beasts. It can also be extended, and with the guidance of the spirit, it can lock on to a target that is hundreds of miles away. It is even possible to perceive in advance what has not yet happened. This is the supernatural power of the transcendent realm, powerful.

Just like now, Xiao Wu obviously killed all the people of the Wang clan who escaped, but he inexplicably felt that one was missing. He stood in front of the city gate and began to close his eyes and ponder, thinking through everything, and even bringing himself into the shoes of the royal patriarch to think about things.

A fragment suddenly appeared in his mind: before the army surrounded the manor, the royal patriarch felt something and sent one of his heirs out in advance. The man who had escaped in advance, very young but very talented, dressed himself and ran alone into the wilderness.

Because there was a great master in the army, the royal patriarch sensed it and knew that this catastrophe could not be avoided. So everything in the back is acting, whether it is saying those words or staring at the young man, who is now under his feet, the young man who was blown to pieces by a shot. is still fighting in the back, desperately, all of them are acting, they are all delaying time.

"Ginger is still old and spicy." Xiao Wu smiled, knowing that the person who escaped would not be able to catch up. These clips are all simulations in his mind, right or wrong, even if the person who escaped is standing in front of him, he may not recognize it. It's all imagination, one might even say fantasy. But Xiao Wu was seventy percent sure that these imaginations were real.

"My lord, are you going into the city? Whether a wizard is required. At this time, the martial artist who was originally lying on the ground stood up, came to Xiao Wu's side and asked respectfully.

"Enter, now Yangon City. Only enter, not out. Xiao Wu put the spear on his shoulder and strode into the city gate. He leaned against the wall, just like the warriors guarding the door.

The warriors beside him looked at each other, and a person walked over, bowed and asked, "My lord, what can I do for you?" ”

"Watch the gate for me, and don't let the gates close." Xiao Wu casually dismissed a sentence and began to close his eyes and recuperate. He fought all the way, fought hard with the royal patriarch for more than ten moves, tread the water again, pursued more than ten miles all the way, and killed the two great martial artists and five martial artists who escaped and blocked the Wang family, and he was indeed tired.

Half an hour later, two squads of sergeants arrived at the gates of the city. A Wu Chang was covered in blood, and the head of a delicate-looking girl who looked no more than twenty years old hung from her waist. He gave a military salute to Xiao Wu and reported: "General, the remnants of women, children and children have all been killed. ”

"Well, you go back and report to Your Highness, I'll wait here." Xiao Wu waved his hand.

"No." The captain nodded five sergeants, turned around and left.

At noon on this day, Yangon City ushered in a chaotic turning point. An elite group of cavalry with the heads of the Wang family, from the patriarch to the heads of three-year-old children, surrounded the four gates of Yangon. The order is only allowed to enter, not to leave, and a curfew is enforced. From today onwards, all those who commit adultery, those who go out with weapons, those who gather in groups, and those who do not stop giving orders will be killed on the spot.

At noon on this day, all the people of the Wang family living in the city were slaughtered. The black dragon flag fluttered on the wall of the city lord's mansion, at the four gates of Yangon City.

In the most central square of Yangon City, there is a Beijing view that is more than 20 meters high. There were sergeants killed all the way, including more than 700 heads outside Anyang Town, and more than 2,300 heads inside Anyang Town. and the six hundred and thirty-eight heads of the Wang family, including the warriors of the courtyard and the servants of the family. At the top of the Kyokan Temple. The head of the patriarch of the Wang clan, who was originally in Yangon City and covered the sky with one hand, was the acting city lord and the martial artist of the transcendent realm.

One afternoon, all the heads of families, gangs, and forces in Yangon City. A prestigious folk warrior, a ranger. The walking disciples of the cultivation sect, as well as those in the martial arts realm above the great martial master, all received the notice.

"Go to the banquet at the city lord's mansion at night, and those who don't come will destroy the three clans."