Gounod's far-sighted leader, Shi Wenyin once trained a group of blade warriors, these warriors specially carried out some assassination operations for him, among which the strongest blood-colored elite warrior is his righteous son Tyrone, Tyrone is a legend in the slums of the Immortal Fortress, this kid who has been an orphan since he was a child can mix like a fish in water in the underground block, before he met Shi Wenyin, he was almost the underground king killer of the Immortal Fortress.

No one knows how Shi Wenyin subdued this unruly natural killer, people only know that the day before Tyrone declared his allegiance, a crow covering the sky and the sun fell on half of the immortal fortress, so many people often say that Tyrone is the son of a crow.

Today, Tyrone is given the name Shadow of the Blade, which means the strongest of the Blade Warriors.

Tyrone, who was holding the dagger, grinned, his fingers caressed the sharp blade, and smiled weirdly: "The knife is born." ”

Countless blades flew away from his side at this moment, his figure disappeared suddenly, like the world evaporated, Li Qing's body instantly tensed, and he slapped it with a palm in the air: "Heavenly Thunder Break!" ”

The invisible power expanded in an instant, and the disappeared Tyrone suddenly appeared behind Li Qing, who was cold with murderous intent, and made a throat cutting action, and the cold cold light flashed away: "Under the knife, die!" ”

"Sneer......"

Sparks flew, and the golden bell jar on Li Qing's body at this moment was extremely small, but extremely condensed, like an entity, but the sharp dagger still cut through Zhong Bi in the tug-of-war, and at the same time, the cold light in the sky shot towards Li Qing, who had no protection, like a torrential rain, and every blade was heavily inserted into Li Qing's body.

The illusory iron cloth shirt is full of blades.

Li Qing twisted around and threw a hard kick at Tyrone's side.

"Peng ......"

Tyrone's figure flew upside down, the soles of his feet made traces of more than a hundred meters on the ground, he held the knife with both hands and stuck it on the ground, and finally stopped the backward figure, Tyrone looked down at his feet, flesh and blood blurred.

Tyrone reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression grim.

is worthy of being a blind monk in the newborn land, none of the people who came out of that ghost place are normal, so they are not dead.

After Li Qing's blow, he stood there quietly, Tyrone sneered, and with a grip of his palm, the dozens of blades inserted in Li Qing's body flew back upside down and returned to him, at the same time, Li Qing's figure also fell softly, supporting the ground with one hand, gurgling blood stained his monk's robe, and the hideous dragon head on his shoulder was stained with blood, which was even more aggressive.

Half-kneeling on the ground, he reached out and touched his throat, and a line of blood was clearly visible.

The two figures jumped to his side, showing a trapping trend, and Song Wei with combat power and the immortal monster doctor sneered, Tyrone slowly stood up, and said indifferently: "Can you fight one, fight two, can you fight three?" ”

Li Qing barely stood up.

Tyrone clenched his dagger and said coldly, "Blind, you deserve to die." ”

Li Qing just said softly: "Maybe." ”

Tyrone looked at him with pity: "You said that you don't want to stay in the land of the newborn, don't stay in the Hundred Years Old Mountain, you have to come to our Guno to seek death." ”

Li Qing was silent for a while, then suddenly shook his head and said, "This is not Guno. ”

Tyrone pointed around and laughed: "Blind, I don't blame you for being blind, but I can tell you very seriously, this is the territory of Shell City, the border territory of our Gono Empire, of course, in a few years, this may become the inner land, and our border line will be pushed all the way to the southeasternmost harbor." ”

Tyrone laughed wildly: "From the Desolate Ancient Plains in the west, to the Sacred Desert in the south, and to the Nascent Land in the east, the whole world is the land of my Guno King after all!" ”

Tyrone looked directly at Li Qing, and said solemnly: "My father-in-law has already said that the world of the Rune Continent, we Gunuo, want ninety-nine!" ”

Li Qing sighed and muttered, "Actually, in Predu, Feng Ya shouldn't have let Shi Wenyin escape back to Gunault. ”

Hearing this, Tyrone squinted slightly, and his face was full of sarcasm: "If it weren't for the fool of Gounod III, my father-in-law would have set foot on the land of the newborn, just that little girl, I was lucky to have some adventures, and I really think I am the mother of the land of the newborn?" ”

Li Qing has always been not good at verbal disputes, he looked back, it seemed that he glanced at the small village at the entrance of the village in the distance, this small village where he had lived for five years, seemed to be moved: "Here, it's really not Guno, this village is called Lanbo Village, and there are Lanbo people living here." ”

Li Qing hadn't seen that face, but the voices had already left in his mind.

There are Aunt Xu, who doesn't care about gains and losses, and is good at selling rice, there are naughty butcher shop boys who are naughty and not bad-hearted, and there are also old Lu Tou who is calculating and unforgiving, and of course, there is also a cute little guy who is stupid and kind.

A smile appeared on Li Qing's face.

He folded his hands again: "One person's journey can destroy the world, and the diligence of many people can save the world, here, I think it's very good." ”

The monk's robe on Li Qing's body began to shine slightly, and the giant dragon embroidered on his clothes seemed to move slightly.

Tyrone's heart flooded with an unspeakable sense of danger.

"Do it!"

Tyrone suddenly snorted, and instantly burst out, the dagger in his hand stabbed at Li Qing's head, and a butcher's knife also flew towards Li Qing, where the butcher knife passed, a slight crack opened in the ground, Song Wei released a black cannonball into the sky, the cannonball exploded, and the sky was full of extremely corrosive acid falling like rain.

The golden dragon climbed out of Li Qing's monk's robe and coiled on Li Qing's body, his body slowly squirmed, the dragon's head was raised, and he roared in the sky, and the shocking dragon chant echoed throughout the Lanbo Mountain Range.

The monk's robe suddenly exploded, revealing Li Qing's sturdy torso, and the mighty dragon power overturned the rushing Tai Long, and the butcher knife was also directly twisted and broken into two halves, and those acids were not allowed to get close to the body, turning into mist.

The golden dragon soared into the sky, rising against the storm, its body expanded instantly, and its body was exposed to everyone's eyes, its vigorous and powerful body wrapped around the remaining half of the mountain, and the mountain seemed to be wailing.

The people at the entrance of the small village also saw the golden dragon flying into the sky.

"Oops."

Wu Er's expression was gloomy, but he couldn't get out, on the roof on the side, the clown who was accompanied by Ruoying was too troublesome, this guy's body was extremely weird, ordinary people couldn't catch it at all, Wu Er could only barely keep up with his keen sense of smell, although facing this clown was not his opponent at all, but he couldn't stand up to those endless means, just slackened for a moment Wu Er was caught with the opportunity, and saw a villager being cut off by the clown, if he didn't react quickly, That villager didn't just lose a hand.

He could go over to help Li Qing, but the more than 100 people here would all be tortured to death.

Wu Er glanced back at the shivering villagers who had gathered in a circle, and he began to hesitate to leave them behind, after all, it was the life of that friend that was more important to him.

The clown crouching on the roof had a terrifying grin.

Wur was in a struggle, he was ruthless by nature from the Wasteland Plains, not to mention the people who protected these Guno.

Wu Er, who was about to abandon these people, stopped.

Gounod...... Person.

He remembered Li Qing's words yesterday.

"They're not Gounods, they're Rambo."

Wu Er slammed his fist on the house next to him, and the whole house collapsed, believing that if he passed, this more true friend would not only not be happy, but would also alienate himself completely.

Even if he has changed, the foolishness in his bones is still there.

Wu Er couldn't understand that other people's lives could be compared to his own. But he understood that it was too worthwhile for the blind man to be able to exchange his own lives for the lives of so many people here.

Qi Wang stood in the crowd, looking at the dragon in the distance.

He couldn't understand why things had suddenly turned out like this.

He hopes very much now, the blind man is still blind, he doesn't mind raising the blind man for a few more years, although the people in the village will say anything, but it's okay, as long as Qi Wang doesn't mind, that blind man, should ...... Wouldn't mind either.

Qi Wang didn't like the feeling now.

Very weak.

Qi Wang looked at Wu Er, who had begun to be irritable inexplicably, and asked, "What's wrong with Master Li, will he die?" ”

Wu Er frowned tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know, although he has the power of a divine dragon, mortals will never be able to conquer this power. ”

Qi Wang sighed and was silent.

On the mountainside, the ground was full of broken glass jars, green liquids, and scattered instruments, and the three of them stood around Li Qing in a strong manner, but on their periphery, the dragon also surrounded them, looking down.

"Shenlong Li Qing ......"

Song Wei's heart began to throb even if it was mechanically made, although Gu Nuo had already heard of this blind monk, but there was not much information, the only battle of Shuoji Temple, the four thousand Ke martyrs who besieged the Hundred Years Old Mountain, only three people survived, and two were crazy, one was unconscious, and only a few fragments.

Tyrone breathed a lot heavier, and said in a condensed voice: "I have seen the three soldiers who survived from the Shuoji Temple, they have been shouting dragons and flames like crazy, I always thought it was crazy words, but I didn't expect it to come true." ”

Doctor Meng Zu, who had been smiling strangely, subconsciously stepped back, showing fear, and for the first time began to be afraid, this madman who had always only called Meng Zu spoke: "Dragon, dragon, dragon!" Meng Zu! Meng Zu! ”

Li Qing asked slowly, "Did they say anything other than dragons and flames?" ”

Tyrone didn't answer, but his body became more and more tense, and he already smelled the familiar breath of death, only this time, it was not the blade in his hand that dominated it.

Li Qing raised his right arm, spoke slowly, and whispered to the golden dragon, "Come." ”

The golden dragon roared in the sky, and then flew into the air, falling vertically in a straight line, the dragon's head was wide open, rushing towards Li Qing, the golden light covered everything at this moment, and the air waves rushed to his face, Tyrone crossed his hands in front of him, trying his best to resist the wind and waves before he was blown over.

The air wave dissipated, the golden dragon had disappeared, and Li Qing in the middle was covered with golden lines, simple and profound, he just stood there quietly and made Tyrone feel suffocated, this has nothing to do with momentum, just the most primitive feeling in his heart.

He seemed to be standing beside an abyss, leaning down to look at the bottomless dark abyss.

He saw Li Qing reach out and take off the cloth on his eyes.

Tyrone's eyes widened, and he suddenly remembered the last words of the unconscious soldier ten years ago when he was in the dark room and was about to leave: "Blind, open your eyes." ”

Tyrone only felt that in the bottomless abyss, a huge indifferent eye suddenly appeared, staring at him through endless distances.

Like a god looking down on an ant.

Li Qing, a blind monk, slowly opened his eyes.