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The shone of the sun changes the trajectory little by little, and time passes imperceptibly.

A qualified Assassin would wait patiently for his target to appear, even if he was numb, but still meticulous. Until the moment the target appeared, it struck with lightning speed and ferocity.

Waiting is a test.

Even if the long wait does not bring back the desired result, such a hone will make people's spirits more tenacious.

Charan was not an Assassin, but he had the patience of an Assassin.

So, hidden in the grass and trees, he still waited quietly, waiting for the result he was expecting.

The process of waiting is a mental torment, and long-term mental concentration is like a taut bowstring, and the next moment the string breaks, or relaxation is fatal.

If the will is not strong enough, beware of a split, different thoughts will suddenly appear and waver to distract your attention, and in this way, failure will become doomed.

The suppression of the breath did not interfere with the prediction of perception, and if he could describe it, he would have remembered the radar in the previous life, scanning a suspicious target.

A high-ranking swordsman has the pride of being superior to them, and behind this pride is the strength they rely on.

Sword skills, strength, speed.

And what exerts this qiē comes from the qi contained in the body.

After the fall of the gods, the law of fernu was formed, and people who could not possess the ability to communicate began to explore other ways because they did not want to be weak.

It is the unchanging truth of this world that the weak depend on the strong to live, and the strong rule and exploit the weak.

After the suffering of the Age of the Gods, thousands of years of repressed patience finally broke out, and people began to seek strength and ziyou, fearing that one day they would again become weak and powerless to resist.

In fact, there is no difference between man and God, but the difference is the disparity between the two.

This power created a gap between them, and by the time people began to gain that power, their souls had already lost themselves to their boundless ambitions, and before they knew it, they had become the "gods" they once cursed and hated.

The world remains the same, except that the top of their heads has changed to theirs.

On the path of the quest for strength, the exercise of someone guò produces a wonderful flow of air that begins to lead the world to change.

In the time of the gods, no one knew about it, because they had never felt it.

After the formation of the Fernu Law, Qi was also generated, and people began to regard this Qi as a relic of the Law to heaven and earth.

The generation of qi comes from the absorption of self-exercise, and when the qi in the body becomes full and full, the qi also undergoes a qualitative change.

The difference in each person's physique determines their absorption of qi, and in the fact that everyone can practice qi, there are only a few people who can really stand out.

The understanding of qi, the use of qi, and so on have become obstacles in front of people.

When the qi in the body is formed, people can cāo vertical the flow of qi in their own body, and the process of cāo vertical also determines the apex of their future strength.

The flow of air in the body can not only strengthen and sharpen the senses, but also slow down the body's injuries and pains through the body, and achieve healing effects.

The qualitative change of qi determines the strength of the efficacy, and the use of qi also affects the development of each person.

When the long-term habit of focusing on the use of qi in a certain aspect, the fit of qi in a certain aspect also becomes far beyond other places, and the swordsman of the same level of strength, one side focuses on using qi for speed, and the other side evenly applies qi everywhere, and the result is self-evident, and the swordsman who focuses on speed wins with overwhelming strength.

This is a use of qi.

There are only two kinds of people who try to match the qi with the increase in all aspects, the fool and the madman.

There are only a handful of people who can fit all the way around Elderland's history, and these people are undoubtedly proud of the era to which they belong.

Dreams of becoming such people will only be more mediocre, because they are not the darlings under the Fernu Law, maybe they have talent, but in the end, they may not grow to that height and die.

Geniuses are all envied, and peerless geniuses are all dying young.

Xia Lan is not a genius, he just has a mysterious system.

Without this system, he would have died in the Year of the Fog Flower, and if he was still alive, the Median Swordsman would have been his apex.

He knows his own abilities better than anyone else, he is not strong enough, he can't become stronger by himself, all he can rely on is the system that keeps him climbing.

The system is a cold save.

Don't ask for mercy, it will only make you passively accept everything. If you slack off, if you give up, it will mercilessly turn into dead things and leave you with nothing.

For the use of qi, Xia Lan focused on speed, reacting, shooting, and moving.

His choice was simple because he wanted to live.

Being able to run faster than others on the run is a victory.

And the speed of his reaction made him like an assassin, if he was not absolutely sure, he could quickly flee with a miss.

As a swordsman, he has no excellent swordsmanship, only superficial and practical military swordsmanship, and he is convinced that as long as his sword is faster than others, then any skill is useless.

In his quiet and hidden tracks, he suddenly sensed that countless strange characters exuding a strong aura were approaching, who were they?

He suddenly wondered if these people were the accomplices of the mysterious high-ranking swordsman on the viewing platform.

What do they want to do?

In the direction they were traveling, the target was the white "prison" from which he had escaped.

……

"Tirrant, you're finally awake!"

Tillant slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly heard a familiar voice of concern in his ears, and his vision gradually cleared, and he saw Angelo's anxious face.

Struggling to get up slightly, a sharp pain came from the wound in his abdomen, which made him moan in pain.

"If you don't want to die now, stop this reckless act immediately." Angelo angrily pressed his body back to lie down.

"What time is it?"

Looking out the window at the still bright light, Tillant squinted his eyes slightly and said weakly.

"It won't be long before dusk."

"Dusk? It doesn't look like I've been in a coma for long. Tillant chuckled.

"Tirrant! Now that your body can no longer lead, let me confront the king in your place. ”

Seeing his friend's appearance, Angelo gritted his teeth and said.

He couldn't bear it any longer, did he really want to let himself watch him die? He can't do it!

"No one can change what I decide! Not even you! Don't do anything stupid, I'll let Waldorf monitor and solve it. Tirrant looked at him, his eyes determined and serious.

"You—" Angelo clenched his fists, glared at him fiercely, and slammed his ear angrily, "Isn't there room for negotiation?" ”

Tirrant shook his head slightly, and said, "I think Valdorf will bring news in a while, perhaps, there is no way back." ”

Looking at Angelo's painful face, Tirrant sighed lightly in his heart and said, "What about your business? Has the content of the confession been completed? ”

"I have gathered all the most loyal members of the society, and those noble ministers have been gathered and waiting to be sent at any time, but in the process of concentration, we found that some people have escaped!"

Speaking of the escape, Angelo became angry again.

"How many people escaped? Who are they? Tirrant hurriedly asked.

"As far as we know, there are three people, one of whom is the Lord Teig Husov Amanta who is well known to the royal capital, and the other two seem to be minor nobles from outside the royal capital, namely Norvid Silendov Yare and Delevor Sier, according to the members of the society who guarded the Lord of Amanta and the nobles who confessed the situation, at that time the Lord Amanta pretended to be dead to attract their attention, and Yalei on the side took advantage of the situation to stun all our members, and then changed their clothes to escape; Another minor nobleman, Sil, appears to have mysteriously disappeared when your assassination sparked a riot. Angelo explained slowly.

"Wait, that nobleman named Yalei you said stunned us all? Why didn't any member raise the alarm at that time? After a moment of thought, Tillant asked, grasping at a point of doubt.

"The nobleman named Yalei is a stranger, according to the nobles present at the interrogation, they do not know him, it was introduced by Lord Amanta, they only know that the other party is from the province of Dolan. At the same time, most importantly, he is very strong, and the guards are almost always stunned at the same time, and they don't seem to have any chance to react. On this point, Angelo said solemnly.

After a long silence, Tirrant sighed softly, "Forget it, let them escape, but you must do your best to guard the remaining nobles." ”

"Understood!"

Angelo said seriously, if he found that there were still nobles trying to escape, he would definitely kill them mercilessly.

He will not accept the disgrace of the second time.

"Are you awake?"

The voice of the black-robed man suddenly echoed in the room, and the two of them turned their eyes to see each other appear strangely in front of them.

"Waldorf, I hope you're bringing good news." Looking at the appearance of the black-robed man, Tirrant said with a reluctant smile.

"It's a pity, Mr. Tirrant, it seems that your message has not changed the King's mind, and the royal guards have already been dispatched." The black-robed man said in a low voice.

"What?"

Angelo on the side looked at the black-robed man in shock, although he had already accepted this result in his heart, but when he really heard the bad news, his tenacious nerves could not help but waver, and he looked back at Tirrant, because this might be the last time he was with him.

"Angelo, go and complete your mission."

Tirrant closed his eyes and struggled to reach out in front of him to signal to retreat.

"But you-"

"Angelo, don't let me down, our dreams, our future are in your hands, I don't want to see myself die without hearing the trumpet song of hope for the future, I will not turn a blind eye before the revival of the kingdom comes."

"Take care!"

"Take care!"

Hands clasped together, this is the last parting of a friendship.