On the top floor of the Hope, in a separate and spacious room.

A middle-aged man with his bare upper body was holding a long knife in his hand and slashing hard in the square training ground.

The sword flower in his hand danced in the air, and with his strong arms and strong shoulders, he faintly revealed a few different kinds of beauty.

This man's figure is not a tall and fierce man in the traditional sense, although the figure is slightly slender, but it is mainly lean meat, strong and majestic!

Between breaths, I saw that his blade slashed several times, with strong force, with layers of sound of breaking through the air, it looked fierce and accurate.

Sweat slowly flowed down the countless large and small scars on his body, making the already somewhat weird appearance even more weird.

But when it comes to weirdness, it's not just the countless scars on the man's body, but the dense horizontal stripes on his back.

I believe that if you know how to see it, you will definitely grow your mouth in shock, and then leave quickly without hesitation, and never dare to make a mistake in front of him.

Because the tattoo on the man's back is resolutely the unique label of all territorial sanctioners-the life-seeking map.

As for what a life chart is, to put it simply, it is to use a tattoo to record human life.

From the moment you are selected to become a sanctioner, this status will give you superior treatment, but it will also give you countless constraints and constraints!

In the beginning, there will be a dedicated person to record your identity and leave an imprint file. After that, according to the traditional regulations, after every ten enemies killed, a special tattoo artist will smell a horizontal line mark on the back, which will become your exclusive honor and pride! It is the only criterion for the promotion of the sanctioned person and the reward for merit.

Think about it in turn, when the number of horizontal lines on the back of the sanctioner is, it means that the more people are killed, the higher the force, and at the same time, their own status will rise step by step, and they will be respected and valued by everyone!

It seems fair, but you must know that the average life expectancy of the sanctioners is no more than thirty years old, so even if you really have the ability, you have to play with the god of death again and again, and only by surviving can you get the next chance to challenge. Cycle and back until death!

At this time, this man has no less than 300 horizontal bars tattooed on his back, which is a silent proof that he has killed more than 3,000 enemies by himself so far, and in the cruel land of the Evil Land, there are very few people who have achieved such an achievement, almost negligible, second to none!

This is the real god-killing demon king. A true messenger of hell!

I saw that his training method was very unique, with multiple wooden stakes placed in front of him, and a fresh apple was placed on top of each one!

Luck! Spit out!

The horse walked as steady as Mount Tai, stomped lightly, and an inexplicable dark energy instantly hit the apple into the sky, and then a silver light flashed fiercely, and a faint layer of rhyme had appeared faintly.

Out of the knife, sheathed. The overall action is done in one go, giving a breathtaking feeling.

Many apples were torn apart without any reaction in the air, and even fixed directly in the air in an instant, and finally fell down in unison like birds with broken wings, leaving the ground full of residue and juice.

The man was not satisfied with the action in one go, but had a somewhat dissatisfied look, and waved it in the air a few times, as if looking for some kind of force that ordinary people could not understand. Whispering

"Taigu, is it because you haven't had blood for so long that you're so slow?"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Before the man could figure it out, three knocks on the door came from not far away, completely disrupting the man's thinking.

He frowned and looked sideways, the displeasure on his face undisguised.

At this moment, the man's face was clearly revealed for the first time, with a slightly stubble face, revealing an angular cold handness; The thick eyebrows are raised slightly rebelliously, and under the long and slightly curly eyelashes, the dark and deep ice eyes look wild and unrestrained, and there is a bit of sexiness in the evil spirit. The three-dimensional facial features are as handsome as a knife, and the whole person exudes a kind of megatron self-denial.

This is a kind of pride from the bones, a real kingly spirit.

The man unhurriedly picked up a white towel and draped it on his body, adjusted his mentality, and then said leisurely

"Come in!"

Immediately afterward, a sanctioner in bright red armor walked in respectfully, slightly bent under his spine, and never dared to look directly at the man in front of him.

"Lord Regent, the Tiger and Par Riders look like they're about to make a move, and the guards have just caught one and sent him to the prison! Do we need to protect the continuation of the fire? ”

The man listened to the report of his subordinates, his expression did not change, and he wiped his damp hair with the towel on his body at will, and whispered without a trace of emotion

"No, wait and see. Look at how famous this little white face can be! ”

When the Red Armor Army heard this, they nodded again and again, and their waists seemed to be lowered.

"Go and pass on the situation on the ship to your lord! Tell him to rest assured! ”

After speaking, he waved his hand casually.

The subordinates comprehended, and hurriedly bowed their waists and retreated, but before closing the door, they mustered up the courage to look at the regent not far away. The eyes are filled with endless adoration and awe!

In the badlands, the lord is the absolute speaker of a territory, and he has supreme power. However, the position of the regent is definitely not to be underestimated, and the regent is elected as the most powerful samurai in each territory. Every rush is led by the Regent.

How to say that the lord is the faith of a territory, and the regent is the soul of this territory! One is indispensable. All the sanctioners maintain a unique loyalty to them!

The man watched his men leave, and then lowered his hand to pick up a piece of apple that had fallen to the ground, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Looking at the layers of mist at sunrise outside the window, I unconsciously showed a smile that others couldn't read, and read softly

"Tinder? Haw Par Ride? Hehe, you know what a praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind......."