In Sunset Mountain City, an army has drained the water surrounding that palace. They are the most elite Praetorian Guards of the Shanyue Kingdom, standing around. The soldiers were silent, as if they were made of copper and iron.

The lord of Shanyue is already the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and his head is white, but it is difficult to hide the domineering spirit between his eyebrows. His eldest son was placed in front of him, his flesh and blood blurred, and his appearance indistinguishable. The lord of the country stood in the courtyard for a long time without saying a word.

I don't know how long later, a thin young man in brocade rushed over. He looked at the corpses on the ground and cried out in horror, "Father, something happened to the eldest brother." He was followed only by a black-clad maid, not even a single guard.

When the young man arrived, he quickly fell to the ground. Ignoring the blood on the ground, he hugged the dead body and cried: "Big brother, you died so miserably." Don't worry, I'll avenge you. ”

The miserable cries of the young man seemed to have touched the lord of the country. He touched a knife mark on his left cheek, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "Second brother, when did you start thinking about this." ”

This sentence hit the young man like a sharp arrow, and he was stunned for a moment, and before the tears on his face could be erased, he crawled to his father's feet. The young man hugged the feet of the lord of the kingdom and cried, "Father, why do you say this? My eldest brother and I have always had a deep friendship. ”

The lord of Shanyue looked down at his youngest son, and sighed again and said, "Second brother, when will you be like a mountain man." My Shanyue country is in the land of four wars, not by these little tricks, but by the sword in my hand. ”

The Lord of Shanyue slowly drew his long sword, and his thin face shone again. It seems to have gone back to many years ago, when I was driving on the battlefield. The soldiers from all over the world also drew their swords in unison, and the sound of swords intersecting made the entire palace full of a murderous atmosphere.

The second prince stopped crying, and he slowly stood up. The lord of Shanyue can't remember when was the last time he looked at his youngest son up close.

The second prince's body is still a little thin, but he has surpassed himself when he stands up. His slightly childish face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, showing heroic spirit.

The second prince looked at his father and slowly stepped back. When he got to the black-clothed maid, he seemed to be relieved. The second prince swept the sadness on his face and said in a deep voice: "Father, you are old and your thinking is outdated. ”

The lord of Shanyue waved the long sword in his hand, and the soldiers around him immediately surrounded the two of them. "Shanyue country has always been the king of the brave. Do you think that if you are my son, you will become king? Do you think you can carry this burden? ”

The second prince looked at his father, and said with a somewhat complicated expression: "The times are different, and the weak need the consciousness of the weak." He turned around and said to the maid with some awe, "I'll leave the following matters to you." Lord Night. ”

The waitress laughed sharply: "Don't worry, I took the money, and I will naturally do things." She shook the black canopy on her body, and the sky was suddenly cloudy, and in the blink of an eye, it was as if it had entered night.

The second prince looked at the pitch black in front of him, and felt that his hands and feet were cold. From time to time, from behind him, the sound of soldiers fighting and the roars of people before they died. From beginning to end, the second prince did not look back.

Soon, the sound died down. The second prince heard a soft call, and his voice was extremely familiar. The lord of Shanyue was not dead, and he stretched out his hand to grab his youngest son.

It was only a small step away for the lord of the country to touch it. He had never felt so weak that the darkness seemed to drain the strength of his body. "Second brother, remember to draw your sword. Before his trembling voice fell, a huge figure pounced on the darkness.

In the ears of the second prince, only the terrible sound of chewing flesh and blood could be heard. He subconsciously touched the sword on his waist, but he didn't dare to pull it out. The waitress emerged from the darkness, and she smiled softly, "The time of the gods has come, and the fate of mortals is already sealed. ”

In front of the porridge shop, Bai Hong withdrew his long sword. He stared at the fat boss, stretched out his right hand, and made a few strange gestures. Finally, he flipped the ring on the middle finger of his right hand over it.

The fat boss put down the kitchen knife in his hand and stared straight at the ring. On the triangular ring surface, there is a strange pattern, and several strange snakes are entwined together like vines.

For the first time, the fat boss's face showed a solemn look, and he also stretched out his right hand and flipped his ring. The rings are almost identical, except that he is silver and the other is gold.

The knife that peeked at the side was open, and his mouth was full of bitterness. As a member of the Killer Guild, of course he knew. In a union, only the top members can have a triangular ring. When the old guy was not dead, there was such one, and he often showed off: "Wait for you boy, with such a ring." I can go out and tell others that I am my apprentice. ”

The old guy with the knife Zhang Ji is only a copper one. Now it's time to open the eyes, and one silver one doesn't count, but one gold one comes. How many people did the other party kill and how many terrible tasks did they complete to get to this point?

Bai Hong chuckled and said, "Your Excellency, accept your feelings." He looked at the knife like a rabbit waiting to die. The fat boss lowered his head, the fat flesh on his face twitched slightly, and he didn't respond again.

Xiaodao Zhang put the bowl that had eaten clean, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle, it's none of your business, I'll do the rest by myself." He stood up and walked briskly to the outside of the stall, sword in his right hand and dagger in his left, his whole body ready to fire like a bow and arrow.

"It's useless, maybe you can fight with me for a few more years. Now, let me die obediently. Bai Hong shook the long sword in his hand, and a white light shot straight towards the knife, and its momentum was like thunder and lightning.

With a soft sound, the knife fell to the ground. Bai Hong, who withdrew the long sword, did not have a trace of a smile on his face. His face was gloomy, and he watched Xiaodao Zhang slowly stand up from the ground, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect you to grow so fast." I can actually predict the traces of the electric rainbow in my hand. ”

Bai Hong's words made the long sword tremble with some dissatisfaction. Xiao Dao Zhang looked at his right-handed sword, and a crack was already visible. Next time, even if he can predict the direction of the other party, this sword seems to be unstoppable.

Xiaodao Zhang sighed helplessly in his heart, whether it was ability and equipment, he was still too far behind the other party. The old guy taught himself for just a few months, and then suddenly fell ill and died.

Except for this strange dagger, the rest of the equipment was earned by himself. This right-handed sword was custom-made in the best blacksmith shop in the city. Unexpectedly, in the opponent's blow, it was damaged.

Bai Hong seemed to sense something at this time, he glanced back at the mansion in the city, and said with some displeasure: "Why, this nasty guy has also come to steal my business." ”

The fat boss took the bowl to the stall and began to clean it. The bowl was unusually clean, and there was not even a single leaf left. The fat boss squeezed out a smile on his face, he put down the bowl and scolded softly: "Stinky boy, why are you still like before, the starving ghost has been reincarnated." ”

He seemed to see again, many years ago, the little ghost who was only taller than the porridge stall. Squeezed out of the crowd, holding a bowl bigger than his head. He stared at himself, but he didn't beg like any other child.

The fat boss slammed the bowl on the ground with a crunching sound. He picked up the kitchen knife and scolded hatefully: "Stinky boy, did I owe you in my last life?" ”