"Where is this?"

"Whose sword is this?"

"Why are my thoughts so cloudy?"

"My head hurts, it hurts!"

"And who are you and why are you here?"

......

"This is the city of Dekka of the Tariku Empire!"

"You have been holding this sword in your hand, no one can take it out, whose sword is it, you have to ask yourself!"

"That's what hit you on the head, your confusion and your headaches!"

"As for who I am?"

"My name is Moda, a doctor here! I'm here because this is my doctor's office!"

......

A young, deep, hoarse voice asked one by one.

An old, loud, kind voice answered one by one.

As soon as the old man's voice stopped, the young man fell asleep again!

"Hehehe! The catastrophe will not die, the catastrophe will not die! Mo Mou is fortunate to be able to save you, a person of great fortune, and this life is worth the trip! Hahahaha!"

The door squeaked, the door closed softly, the footsteps gradually faded away, and a shallow snoring sound came from inside the room.

"Coo-coo!" The next day, the loud rooster crow woke up the man in the house who was wrapped like a white rice dumpling.

He opened his eyes, his cold eyes glanced at the sword he held in his right hand, he wanted to raise it, but he found that he didn't seem to have the strength to lift half of the sword, he gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and slowly closed his eyes.

......

"Sun!"

"My name!"

"Dead!"

"Is this my sword!"

"Zheng~"

The broken sword was pulled out of its scabbard with a trembling sound, mixed with the sound of cutting through the void.

Ordinary, an ordinary sword that can't be more ordinary.

The only difference is that the sword is missing about a third of the tip.

"Hey, that's not bad, young man, it's only been half a month that you've been able to go to the ground, it's really a good physique, you young people are different, if it were me, not to mention that you were so seriously injured, you would have to fall to Huangquan Road if you fell on your head!"

Lieyang turned his head, looked at the kind old man, and said coldly, "Did you save me?"

"Alas, the young man is serious, why talk about what you can't save or not, our doctor's job is to save the dead and the wounded, and if we are in a hurry, we can even save the horses that have difficult births, not to mention that you are such a young man! Saving a life is better than a seventh-level floating slaughter. Young man, listen to the old man's words, there is still a long way to go, and there are some things that should be put down!" said to Lieyang with a smile, but the tone of his voice changed later, and he was quite serious.

"Thank you for reminding me, I'll handle my own affairs, don't worry about you. I owe you, and I'll come back one day to pay you back!" Lie Yang thrust his broken sword into the dark scabbard, got up, and limped to the door.

"Young man, although I don't know your name, I believe that you are a person worthy of trust, don't let yourself regret it, and don't let me down!" Mo Da turned his smiling face and said earnestly to the sun who had already walked at the door.

Lieyang looked down at a bloody scar on his chest, and said without looking back, "My name is Scar!"

Moda shuddered, narrowed his eyes, and then returned to the grinning face he had seen before.

"Gluttony, what you owe me, I'll take it!" Lieyang raised his head, looked at the north from afar, and said coldly.

Ten days later, in a passage next to the woods!

"Zheng~"

Blazing Sun pulled out the sword from its scabbard, slashed it behind him without looking back, and then pushed the sword into the scabbard with great speed.

"Roar!"

With a painful roar, Lie Yang slowly turned his head, looked at the silver-tailed tiger whose neck was cut off on the ground and kept spasming, and said coldly, "Come out, you've been following for more than an hour, it seems that you can't wait to see Hades!"

"Hehe, the brothers are outside, we didn't intend to offend, no, the most urgent business is poor, the brothers are not happy, you see that this one is hungry and monkeys, so find a way to borrow some money from the hands of the brothers in the aisle, don't be surprised!" At this time, a group of people in black clothes and white masks walked out of the surrounding woods from a distance, and a person who looked relatively strong in the lead said to Lieyang with a smile.

"I have a thousand taels here, I don't know if it's enough!" Lieyang squinted his eyes and said coldly.

"Of course enough, of course enough, Brother Ren is so generous, it really makes Bi very grateful, if my brother has any difficulties in the future, tell me, I believe that my brothers will definitely not blink their eyes regardless of going up the knife mountain and going down the sea of fire!" The sturdy young man smiled and complimented, but what flashed in his eyes was not a compliment, but a lewd light!

"Okay, I can give you this thousand taels, but I have one condition. Lieyang's eyes narrowed into a jumper.

"Brother Ren said, no conditions are a problem!" said the young man with a big grin to the sun. But he was quietly gestured by the hand behind him.

"You say, is it worth exchanging your head for a thousand taels?" Lieyang's voice became cold, cold as if talking to a group of dead people, eerie and low.

"Haha, Brother Ren is really joking, Bi is not the one who likes to joke!" The young man's tone gradually turned cold, and with a dozen gestures, more than thirty people behind him rushed towards the scorching sun, and the sword light and sword shadow pointed directly at the scorching sun.

Lieyang's squinted eyes slowly opened, looking at such a group of people, his body slowly began to tremble, excited, very excited. So much so that the eyes of the scorching sun were full of blood red.

The moment the first person to run in front of Lieyang raised his knife to cut it down, Lieyang moved.

With a flick of the gauntlet on the hilt of the left hand, the broken sword flew out at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and the sword shadow swirled around the side of the blazing sun, and after the sharp sword shadow cut off the person who raised the sword, the hilt also fell into the right hand.

The right hand is off, and the blade of the sword is pointed obliquely. , took a step forward with his right leg, leaned forward slightly, stepped hard under his feet, and with a deep pit under his feet and a ring-shaped smoke and dust fluctuating everywhere, the scorching sun had disappeared in place.

Three seconds. Or it can be said for a moment.

The black sword light slashed through the center of the crowd like a scythe from hell.

Then, screams, cries, blood splatters, objects falling, all at the same time, remembered.

More than 30 people who had been cut off by lazy waists were still struggling and crying on the ground, but the sun was as if they hadn't seen it.

Gently picked up a piece of intestines at his feet with the scabbard, and slowly walked towards the sturdy young man who had come to the head.

"That sword! That's a sword! You, you're ......"