The caravan bound for the main city of Athena continued to stop, and the speed of the drive became twice as fast as usual, and the smoke and dust billowed and drove side by side towards the nearest Fort William. After driving for four days and three nights, it seemed that there was still a day to go, but the front wheels of Liang Bo's vehicle suddenly banged loudly, and the front tires of the vehicle were tilted towards the grass on the side of the road. Fortunately, Liang Bo is also a decades-old driver, holding the steering wheel with both hands, lightly stepping on the brakes, and using the inertia of the car to park the car on the side of the road, which escaped the catastrophe. The car behind also stopped on the side of the road, and the people in the car were all nervous at the moment, carefully watching the surrounding situation and preparing for battle at any time. But after a while, there was no movement, and seeing that there was no one around, I pressed my heart and got out of the car to check. It turned out that Liang Bo's tires were punctured by iron nails erected on the road. Zhao Jia also got out of the car to check and confirmed that there were no traces of man-made, it was purely an accident, so he didn't say anything more, and helped replace the spare tire together.

The shovel was a little restless, looking back and forth at the surrounding situation, the shovel on his back was already clenched in his hand, thinking that he was ready to dig a hole and escape. Yixuan looked at the old man's fuss, and said mockingly: "You are also a person who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, so why are you so nervous about a flat tire? Even if we really encounter danger, we will die vigorously, shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods. The shovel Mo rubbed the shovel in his hand, and said nervously: "Don't curse me, I can live until now at this age, all by relying on my intuition of danger and the spirit of running away regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one." As the saying goes, if you stay in the green mountains, you are not afraid of no firewood, and you young people are young and frivolous, and never fear life and death. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but they don't know that if they are wild in front of tigers, they will give their lives in one bite. I don't know life, I don't know death. I didn't understand it, and I talked about death all day long. It is good to have ambition, but it is better to die than to live, only by living can you realize your unfulfilled wishes and do what you like to do. If you die, what ambition is there to talk about, what is it to become stronger, what is revenge, there is no fart. Yixuan just wanted to fight back, but suddenly felt a sense of internal urgency, said hello to He Er, and wanted to get out of the car to relieve himself. The old man of the shovel seized the opportunity and mocked loudly: "Just when it comes to fart, your will come, the lazy donkey grinds and urines a lot, you are the one who dropped the chain at the critical moment!"

After a bit of leisurely fun, Yixuan lifted his pants and hummed a little song and walked in the direction of the truck, but when he looked closely, the sky in the direction of the vehicle was full of smoke, and it was already burning. He was taken aback, thinking that the shovel was really a crow's beak, and the wind under his feet made a flash of lightning and moved quickly in the direction of the convoy.

After two flashes, Yixuan had already come to the vehicle, but the scene in front of him shocked him. Zhao Jia was already covered in bruises, lying on the ground motionless with blood, He Er was only half of his body left, his waist was scorched black and lifeless, and Mark's head rolled down on the side of the road, and his body was already in a different place. A young man of his age, slightly inferior in height, wearing a black top hat and a black trench coat, the black drift slid down his forehead, covering half of his eyes. He held a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right, although he was handsome, what was surprising was that he had a pair of blood-red pupils, exuding a strange light, and was staring at him coldly and mercilessly, making Yixuan shudder. Liang Bo lay at his feet, his stomach, hands and feet had been pierced by the sword, and he was drenched in blood. Blood was foaming in his mouth, his eyes were already dilated, and he was about to die of anger. The young man said coldly: "Since you don't know anything, there is no need to live, so go on the road with peace of mind." With that, the long sword in his hand fell and stabbed Liang Bo's heart. Yixuan shouted, "Don't." But it was too late, Liang Bo was instantly angry and died. He drew his long sword, pointed the tip of the sword at Yixuan, and said coldly: "Where is the thing? Yixuan didn't answer, he glanced around first, and found the faintly dented dirt bag under the car, thinking that the shovel should have escaped, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He calmed down and said, "Before we start, why don't we talk about it, you and I don't know each other, why do you want to destroy us? Is it just for the same thing? What exactly do you want? Now that all the people in the caravan are dead, if you kill me, then you will never find what you want." The young man thought for a moment, lowered his sword, and said coldly: "I am Zorro, a bounty hunter, and I have been commissioned to come and find a dagger. Meng Liangcheng's Lu Feng old dog said before he died, Meng Liangcheng changed hands, he was disheartened, he originally planned to return his weapons to the original owner, to the mountains and forests, who thought that my arrival could give him permanent relief. That Lu Feng old dog was originally a judge, if the dagger was in his body, I was afraid that he would take him at most one move, who would have thought that he would actually send away his personal weapon, and the creator who strengthened the attributes of the weapon had no contract weapon, and it was rubbish. Although he lost some of his hands and feet, he still died by my sword. Oh, he should really thank me, it is better for me to give him a good time to live in such a shame. Zorro shook his hair and continued: "Since the thing has returned to its original owner, I will definitely go to the Athena continent to search for it. I heard that the caravan from Mengliang City to the main city of Athena is your family recently, so I have tracked it all the way here and come to ask you for it. Yixuan thought to himself, Lu Feng must have been the root of his teeth hated by the old ministry who was loyal to his father in the past, and randomly thought of the entrustment of his old friend of the shovel, and knew it in his heart, but said on his lips: "How can such a valuable item be transported to the main city of Athena by air train or other more secure means in this caravan transporting grain, and return it to Duke Kamiao." Nazzoro's pupils shrank slightly, and he said with a sneer: "Boy, I only said that it was sent to the main city of Athena, but I didn't say who I wanted to give it to, it seems that I have found the right person, catch you first, I have ten thousand kinds of torture for you to speak." With that, he jumped up, and the long sword and the long knife danced in unison towards Yixuan.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yixuan flashed behind Zoro, and a hand knife fell, slashing towards the back of his head. However, Zorro is not an ordinary person, Yu Guang saw Yixuan's figure flashing to the back, receiving the sword in his chest, and his body rotated, and the speed was extremely fast like a hot wheel, slashing towards Yixuan's chest. Before the sword blade arrived, the sword qi came first, and the cold sword qi opened a hole in Yixuan's arm. He didn't dare to pause and distance himself from Zorro, and as soon as he landed, he cast a flash again, came to Zorro's side, bent down to avoid the blade, and kicked Zorro down. "Good boy, it's very fast and I have some skills, but it's a pity that these are all shows, let you see my hidden killing skills, the wind and clouds. With that, a fierce cyclone rolled up and down Zorro's body, enveloping him like a tornado. Yixuan was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly retracted his legs to avoid it, if he was one step too late, his legs would definitely be cut into flesh. Even if he avoided it, his calf was still scratched by the knife qi, and the pain was unbearable. He cast a flash again, away from Zorro, but as soon as he landed, a vortex of sword qi like a tornado was already flying towards him at a speed visible to the naked eye. It turned out that Zorro had already predicted where he landed, and the whirlpool of sword qi formed by the wind and clouds could not only rotate around Zorro to form protection, but also shoot at the enemy, with an astonishing speed. This is the gap, the huge gap between actual combat experience and one's own strength. Zorro is not wrong, Yixuan is in front of him, it is child's play. But Yixuan didn't give up, he endured the sharp pain in his leg, and used the flash again when the wind and clouds were still a few centimeters away from him, and came behind Zorro, clasped his hands together and roared with all his strength and smashed down on the back of his head.

Just as Yixuan smashed Zorro to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and a long sword pierced through Yixuan's chest. It turned out that at the same time that Yixuan smashed into Zorro, Zorro did not dodge, but received a hard blow from him, and the long sword in his left hand stabbed into Yixuan's chest at that moment. But the strange thing is that Yixuan's chest did not spurt blood, but as if it had been burned by fire, a black hole appeared in his chest. Zorro stood up, straightened his neck, picked up the top hat on the ground and put it back on his head. Let out a sneer and said disdainfully: "Heh, the speed is so fast, it's really hard to catch you if I don't sell some flaws to you." It's a pity that your fists are weak and weak, except for a little pain, but they can't hurt me in the slightest. Tell me where it is, and I'll make you less guilty and give you a good time. Yixuan was lying on the ground, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth, and although Zorro did not penetrate his heart, it also left him seriously injured and unable to fight again. He glanced at Zorro, only to see the hilt of the long sword in his left hand, but the blade turned into black flames. And the long knife in his right hand, the blade turned into a cyclone and wrapped around the hilt. This is the strength of the Enhanced Weapon Attribute Judge, "That's not right!" Yixuan said in horror, "How can you have two weapons at the same time to sign a contract with you and confess to you?" Zorro smiled and said, "I haven't introduced you yet, the long knife in my right hand is called the Cloud Shocking Knife, and it is the weapon I originally used." This sword in my left hand is amazing, called the Flame Sword, it can unleash the black fire of hell and burn everything, and if I don't use it properly, even I can be devoured. That night, I sensed that the boy with the gun was not easy to deal with, so I unleashed the black flames of Hell and burned him to the ground. As for the first strong man who died, he actually snoozed and slept during the vigil. I killed him and dirty my sword, and strangled him directly with a rope, and those who take it lightly are not qualified to live. You deserve it, hahahaha. Zorro laughed wildly as he spoke, and suddenly, Zorro stopped laughing, his eyes glowing a strange red through his hair. He continued: "You're right, I'm the kind of dual-attribute creator in the eyes of your world, the kind of alien that everyone gets and is condemned, the kind of soul that is born with a curse. But everyone who knows who I am is dead, and you are no exception!"

Yixuan snorted, and his breath gradually weakened. His body was in tatters, his organs were damaged, he felt death coming, his eyes were scattered, his brain was numb to pain, and his will was gradually blurred into endless darkness. There was a faint cry of Zorro in his ears: "It's a little heavy, tell me where the things are, you're going to die... As he spoke, he slapped his face in an attempt to wake up Yixuan. But he couldn't hear or feel it anymore. The words of the shovel echoed in my head: "I don't know life, I don't know death." It's dead, there's no fart." However, the endless dark void still did not stop, spreading out in his pupils, and Yixuan gradually lost the source of life.