-- On the other hand, there is still a need to kill

And he's tired of this life,

He still remembered that scene, for some reason, over and over again, always flashing in his mind, late that night, the decadent man in white was still drunk in the courtyard as before, when the eaves of the fence passed a very small stray white cat.

At that moment,

And in that moment,

At that moment,

His tongue seemed to experience the most wonderful sweetness in the world!

He accepted Yin Xuzhen's invitation in order to get rid of his sad fate and to assist the man who deserved to be assisted.

Unfortunately, the killer is always - and can only be considered a killer.

And in the memory of that girl, her appearance has faded into a blur, but I didn't expect her to escape alive under the pursuit of the Secret Division, which is a bit unexpected by herself.

A strange rhythm of collision came to his ears.

He took advantage of the situation to find a source,

It's a blacksmith house.

The greatsword emits white steam in the sink.

The old man was pale, and had nice eyes, and his beard seemed to have never been shaved, but he was always lying across his blood-stained arms, dripping blood from his sword.

The giant sword is bronze and colorful, rotten like a star, cold and evil, like water overflowing in the water, dull and heavy, and has not yet opened, and there is a sense of déjà vu that those who are not powerful cannot be martial.

Cast by drinking blood.

It's a fierce sword.

The old man's eyes were glazed, "Young man, are you scared?"

"Nope."

The old man blinked, "Young man, listen to me, you scared me."

“”

His eyes didn't move, "You're scared because of ...... You are very special."

“”

His pupils narrowed, and he licked his lips, "So I'm going to give you this sword."

“”

"Young man, this sword is the result of my life's work, and it will be forged after all." The old man stared at him, "My life's work is all here, and now I will give it to you. I hope you will spread the name of me and this sword far and wide all over the world! My sword is a peerless sword, which can be recorded in history.

The township and the abandoned wood are all famous swordsmiths in the world.

-- The township is more than old, and was once known as the first sword master of the "Jing" country, recasting the famous sword night crow, and spending ten years to cast five swords.

――The Abandonment Wood is the "Apostate" spurned by the Guangqi clan of the Southeast Sea, but he doesn't care, but he is proud of it, and claims to be the Abandonment Wood.

Hayabusafoot finally spoke, "Sword ...... Do you have a name?"

"I call it the Sword of the Withered Abyss."

"What a long name."

"I spent half my life and my wealth to be able to forge this sword.

"Yes."

"The name of this sword will be terrifying to the world."

"Don't."

The old man smiled, "Why?"

"I kill without a name."

The old man gave a skeptical look, "It doesn't matter."

Does it really matter?Or do you want me to be a stepping stone for the future owner of this fierce sword?Funny!He smiled slightly, "Gao surname?" but it was a cold smile.

The old man's heart sank, "Just call me a mediocre son!" the old man asked rhetorically, rubbing his chin with one finger. Why are you?"

Hayabusafoot suddenly turned his head keenly, and the old man followed his gaze.

No one

But the neighing continued, and the hoofs thundered, fierce and ferocious.

Cong Yongzi's face was full of horror, "I'm sorry! I'm leaving!" he glanced at Hayabusa, and quickly walked away.

Hayabusafoot also has a problem - how to notify the fat cat and the nearby border garrison?

He ran out quickly, his arm feeling heavy as he dragged the sword with one hand, and the greatsword rubbed against the ground, rattling on the ground.

By the time he reached the periphery, the outdoors was already chaotic or crazy like autumn wind and falling leaves.

The cone fire dome entered the tower, and black smoke rose indiscriminately.

- So fast!

The beast-clad barbarians on horseback saw him dressed in different clothes and hair, and they all pulled the reins of their horses and looked at him.

The men on the horses were wrapped in animal fur sweaters, some with joyful chuckles, cruel sneers, some with solemn faces, and most of them carried iron tools and wooden bows as weapons in their hands.

The fierce horse kicked out a white snort, and at the same time, an arrow struck at the Hayabusa's face.He touched the top of his forehead, and quickly folded down the sudden attack, but even if he had a strong body, there were vulnerable places that could not be exercised, and if he thought about it carefully, it seemed that all living beings in the world were like this.Hayabusa's head was raised, and the ferocity was unrestrained, and the originally gloomy and thin man turned into a terrifying butcher in the blink of an eye.

And this series of actions surprised those barbarians even more, and in the blink of an eye, Hayabusafoot began his relentless attack, a straight blow, the sword pierced through the chest, and the blood spurted non-stop.

While the horse was frightened, he took the person who was pierced by the sword back to the peak and slashed at the blood, and the other person exclaimed, because of the heavy blow, the men and horses fell, because the thigh was crushed by the horse, so he could only scream.

Swords, halberds, ge, spears, and spears were also briefly exposed to when he joined the army in the past, but this giant sword was too heavy and could not be used easily.

More and more hunters of the barbarians rushed towards him, and after a long fight to the death, the savages neighed in anger, and they slowly dispersed, and gathered all around, and soon the leader of the men and horses stood out with the skin and bones of the body.

Then, from the crowd emerged a tall and strong figure like a mountain, the creature had long teeth and jaws, a strong and curved back, and was not afraid of the cold, the animal skin was just casually tied around his waist, he shouted roughly, and held the thigh-shaped ice bone in his hand.

A burst of excitement, a roar.

Overwhelming power is often an integral part of charisma.

Some vulgar barbarian muttered, "Descendant of the Giant!"

"Heads-up!"

"Decisive battle!"

Finally someone announced, "Fight!"

Fighting - that is, the ancient ritual favored by savages in duels, the savages hold weapons in their hands, encircle and suppress them in a ring, imprison people in the array, and once they cross the boundary, they can attack freely.

The ring has been formed.

The ugly descendant of the giant stepped forward, his face hideous.He shouted, his hands in his hands, and he leaped down with the mallet.He did not avoid it, but stared intently.Then he raised his sword and went straight up.