Roy's body was dripping blood, but he walked towards the keg anyway. He didn't recover from his injuries, as long as the little barrel was a little better, what did it matter if some blood came out?

The little barrel turned to look at Roy, but two tears of blood were dripping from his eyes. Men don't flick when they have tears, and men don't shed tears when they bleed. But even if he is hard-hearted, he is now moved by Roy.

In a person's life, it is enough to have such a brother. At this moment, how much he wanted to forget Hou Yi and forget that Hou Yi was killed by Louis XVI. He just wants to have a brother like Roy, a good brother for life.

But just as he was about to move his feet, he noticed the wound on Roy's body. He stopped suddenly, the wound on Roy's body was his own. He doesn't have the face to call Roy a brother, he doesn't have the qualifications to call Roy a brother, and he doesn't deserve to be Roy's brother.

Originally, seeing the movement of the small wine barrel, Roy's eyes flashed with a trace of anticipation. But the next moment, the little wine barrel stopped its body, and his eyes were full of self-blame and guilt. Roy also saw the idea of the small wine barrel.

"I inflicted this wound myself, and it has nothing to do with you. Come back, in this life in my legend, you must be there! When I stand at the peak, you must also stand by my side, we are brothers!"

Even Cook, who was standing on the sidelines, was a little excited. Brother, it was the first time he had seen such a brother. He was used to seeing fratricide, but he didn't expect to see such a pair of brothers.

Roy's words were sonorous and his steps were firm, and he walked towards the small keg. Those eyes were full of affection, and Roy had never cared about what had happened before. All he cares about is the brother of the little wine barrel, the brother of eternity and eternity!

"No, Louis XVI killed my teacher, and you are a descendant of Louis XVI. The revenge of killing the teacher is not shared, I will not be your brother in this life!"

Roy looked at the keg in a daze, he didn't expect to get such an answer. The brotherhood between him and the little keg is absolutely not the slightest adulteration. But now it has become like this, which makes him a little unacceptable.

"I won't kill you with my own hands, but I'll still avenge my teacher!"

A look of determination flashed in the barrel's eyes, and then he moved away as fast as he could. His heart was dripping blood, and the blood all over his body was cold. His speed grew faster and faster, and he fled into the distance.

He didn't want to stay here, his body seemed to turn into a sharp arrow, shooting into the distance. Tears welled up in his eyes, but they were quickly dried by him. Fortunately, Roy didn't come after him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to dodge at all.

"Little Roy, I'm not worthy to be your brother!"

In his heart, he silently said such a sentence to himself. Then he left, and Roy couldn't find him. Roy had no idea where the keg had gone, and he wasn't prepared to find it.

"Why don't you go up and stop him?"

Cook finally couldn't help but speak, maybe he knew a lot about swordsmanship. But he didn't necessarily know much about other things, as if he didn't understand why Roy didn't stop the keg.

Cook also watched the previous battle, and he understood that if Roy wanted to chase, the little keg would definitely not be able to escape. Roy's speed was so fast that even as an archer, the keg couldn't match Roy's.

It stands to reason that the speed of an archer is much faster than that of an ordinary fighting cultivator. After all, they have to rely on the arrow feathers in their hands to shoot the enemy, if the speed is slow and they are close to other Dou cultivators, they have only one way to die.

"It's useless to stop him, he has to figure it out himself. Besides, the teacher asked him to come out to practice, and he definitely didn't let him follow me all the time. We have our own ways to follow, and it is better to separate. ”

Roy's eyes stared into the distance, as if he had crossed an infinite distance. His eyes were as deep as the vast starry sky, and like the deep sea. It's just that all this can only be put down for the time being, and he firmly believes that the little wine barrel will be able to figure it out.

After all, the grievances of the ancestors are the grievances of the ancestors, they are them, and they are still brothers. Perhaps the little keg no longer recognized Roy as his brother, but in his heart he certainly did.

Maybe it was just Roy's thoughts, but he believed that the little keg must have thought so. Anyway, the two grew up together, but unfortunately everything was not what he thought. When he saw the barrel again, he couldn't believe it.

"I'm going to the City of Death, where are you going?"

Originally, when he saw Cook, Roy was in a good mood. It's a pity that the small wine barrel incident happened, which made his mood low. If it weren't for the belief that the little cask would be able to recover in the future, I'm afraid he wouldn't be in the mood to talk to Cook right now.

"Different ways, I'm going back to the Holy Sword Mountain once, so say goodbye!"

Cook nodded at Roy, and then flew away. He also knew that Roy needed someone to be quiet now, not to need his comfort. Besides, he Cook is not a comforting person, so it is better to leave early.

Roy nodded, not thinking too much about it. After Cook left, he also rushed to the City of Death. This time I met Cook here, but it was unexpected. Especially what happened later, it made him even more sad.

Fortunately, he had been mentally prepared for this matter for a long time, after all, the little wine barrel had just found out. And when he knew that he was a descendant of Louis XVI, he expected this scene. Although things turned out a little differently than he expected, they were not unacceptable after all.

Beneath the bohemian exterior of the small wine barrel, there is a fiery heart hidden. It would be strange if the little cask, when he learned that he was a descendant of Louis XVI, was still indifferent and still called him a brother.

The two of them grew up together, and Roy naturally understands the heart of the little keg. He took a deep breath and pressed these things into the depths of his heart for a moment. There is no need to worry about such things, he always believes that as long as he gives the little wine barrel enough time, the little wine barrel will understand everything.

He had to have faith in the keg, and if he was still worried about such a thing, it would be distrust of the keg. Instead of wasting time thinking about it, it's better to move up the ranks as soon as possible.

For the next month, Roy was practicing his fighting skills. The four-door fighting skills have been practiced countless times, especially the shuttle fighting skills are getting better and better, making his speed faster and faster.

It was also this month that made him completely relieved of the matter of the small wine barrel. If the little keg hurts him himself, there will be something. But the last injury was obviously caused by himself, and the little wine barrel had no intention of killing him.

Obviously, even if the little wine barrel does not regard him as a brother in his mouth, he still regards him as a brother in his heart. The corners of Roy's mouth curled slightly, and then he hurried towards Death City at a faster speed.

Death City is different from other cities, and it is also different from the main cities of those peak forces. As the main city connected to the Cult of Death, if the Cult of Death is too exposed, what is the ability of the Cult of Death to be hidden all the time?

If Dean Lilith hadn't told him, he wouldn't have found Death City. This is a city that belongs to the killers, this is a dark city, this is a hidden city. Fortunately, he had specific guidance, and these could not stop him at all.

In front of him appeared a huge mountain, about a thousand feet high. The towering ancient trees seem to hold up the sky. The leaves are verdant, as if they exude some kind of fragrance, which is refreshing.

These ancient trees seem to form a kind of formation, dotted around, and secretly conform to a certain law. Rays of sunlight shone on the peaks, but unfortunately the mountains were dark, and all the sunlight was blocked by huge leaves.

The strong and powerful branches seem to be winding for an unknown number of feet. Under the trees, there are flowers blooming, and even if there is no sunlight, they can still grow very well. Wisps of fragrance came out, as if they were going to get drunk.

Roy didn't stop, and then stepped into the forest. As soon as he entered, he felt the hairs on his body stand on end and the temperature plummeted. In fact, this change in temperature does not feel anything to him at all.

It's just that the atmosphere here is too eerie, giving people an extremely cold feeling. An aura of terror spread, captivating, as if something terrible was about to come out.

is also a master of art and boldness, if he is replaced by a timid person, I am afraid that he will be too scared to walk. This dense forest is no other place, but the location of the City of Death. It's just that it is covered by the peerless array, and outsiders can't see anything at all.

Even if someone walks through here, they won't find anything. This peerless great array was arranged by the powerhouses of the Dou Sheng Great Perfection Rank, and Roy didn't find anything. But this is the location that Dean Lilith said, and there must be no mistake.

He took out a bronze badge, and then he injected a large amount of law power. The bronze badge glowed, and then a sea change took place. Towering trees disappear, flowers dissipate, and grass disappears.

A huge city appeared in the middle of the field, and the walls were all black, deep and terrible. An extremely dull, bloody, and cold-blooded aura was spreading, drowning the place.

"Is this the City of Death?"

An eerie aura swept in, rendering everything in all directions. The temperature around it also dropped sharply, as if the space was about to be frozen. A trace of ice flowers falls, and the scene is a little poignant.

On both sides of the city, there was not a single guard guarding the gates. Anyway, there is a peerless array to resist, and those who shouldn't come in can't get in at all. The people who can come in don't need them to check it.

Roy didn't hesitate too much, and just walked in. He didn't walk fast, but not slowly, and in a few moments he was in the city. This is his first time in Death City, and it is normal for him to be a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he entered the city, he felt a surge of murderous aura. There is a moat on the outside of the castle, and the water inside is golden. It is said to be called the Yellow Spring, but the Yellow Spring here is not the real Yellow Spring.

The gates are the mouths of murderers, with long fangs reaching into the sky. It's as if you're going to devour someone into it, as if you're in a real purgatory. Everything here seems so gloomy, it doesn't feel like a mortal world.

Not only are the gates dark, but even some of the surrounding buildings are of this color. But the color of the ground is not like this, but dark red. That's the mark left by too much blood, left on it for a long time.

The main cities of these peak forces are all the same, and they do not use force at will. If you don't obey, the consequences will be unimaginable. However, there is a special case in Death City, that is, killers can attack and kill others here, of course, the premise must be the killer of the Death Cult.

Two Dou Cultivators can't fight, but it's nothing for a Dou Cultivator and a Killer to fight. This is also a kind of cruel competition, which is very beneficial to the killers of the Death God Sect, this rule is known not only to the killers within the Death God Sect, but also to some of the fighting cultivators who come in.

The battle between the Dou Cultivator and the Killer is also unknown how many times the Dou Sheng's scroll has been experienced. The ground here has turned dark red, and it is unknown how many people have died. Roy walked in it, but his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Where did you come from, give Lao Tzu all the money and property!"

A flash of silver light flashed, as if it were the fastest move in the world. It was a killer dressed in black, and he was holding a dagger in his hand. At the tip of the dagger, a faint green glow shimmered.

The killer was confident that he would be able to make a successful assassination. A person like Roy who can enter Death City, but his own strength is not strong, obviously has a certain backstage. There must be treasures in this kind of person, who will he kill if he doesn't kill him?

This is a killer, rushing silently.

It's a pity that this killer is not qualified, and he has to shout before killing, isn't this a fool? Maybe he thinks Roy is too weak, but is it really the case?

For the sudden appearance of such a killer, Roy had been prepared for a long time. He sneered, and then disappeared from the killer's eyes. He was holding the dagger, but he suddenly lost his purpose, which made him puzzled.

"Aren't you trying to kill me? Why can't you even find me?"

The killer's hairs stood on end, and a feeling of extreme danger hung over him. Hearing this voice, he swept into the distance as fast as he could, wanting to leave here.

With just this hand, he knew he was looking away. This boy, who looks seventeen or nineteen years old, is definitely a strong man. I don't know how strong it is, but it's much stronger than him anyway, at least the speed is far beyond him.