The incomparably powerful force slammed into the black soil, and the black soil quickly became extremely hard in the power of the sudden riot, and Tie Jinwu's iron fist landed on it with an unparalleled roar, and the sound was not much inferior to Yin Lie, although it was not as good as Yin Lie.

Lu Xuan could clearly feel the strong vibration of the black soil under his feet, although this attack did not break through the soil, it had already caused it to be violently shaken.

What kind of attack caused the entire columnar landscape to be so turbulent? Lu Xuan looked at all this dumbfounded, and immediately a touch of ecstasy appeared on his face.

The power of Tie Jinwu's blow is terrifying, which is really gratifying!

Extraordinary, Tie Jinwu also has the ability to feel true qi in all directions, whether it is his sensitivity to true qi or the degree of use of true qi, all of which show his powerful deterrent power.

"It's a pity that Tie Jinwu's strength has recovered now." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lu Xuan's mouth, looking at the soil in front of him. The pitch-black soil was unharmed, and even the slightest crack could not attract Lu Xuan's attention.

"But......" Lu Xuan's eyes turned to the torn, and an incomparable fear surged in his heart, "There is something mysterious hidden in this, and if you think about it carefully, there is a secret hidden in it that makes people palpitate. ”

It's like this rooster, even if it's torn apart, it still exudes a terrifying emotion that makes him tremble.

The bloody scene made him feel hideous in his heart, such a bloody scene filled his heart extremely, and Tie Jingo's strength made him realize that the so-called strength was nothing but an invincible event.

Realizing all this, Lu Xuan put away Tie Jinwu, then looked at the thatched hut that fell into the abyss, a crying smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then walked towards the black iron cable.

At this time, there was a cold breath on the iron cable, and the refreshing chill made him feel cold in the polar region. As far as the eye can see, it is impossible to see what is underneath, everything is shrouded in an incomparable fog, and everything in front of people is shrouded in a thick fog.

"So that's what you call bravery in your heart?" Such words appeared inexplicably in Lu Xuan's heart.

Lu Xuan walked on it cautiously, his heart throbbing slightly. The current situation is in danger, but if he does not pay attention at all, he will fall into the abyss.

The consequences of falling into the abyss are not something that anyone can bear, for some people, Lu Xuan's life and death have a similar relationship with the happiness of a grasshopper, but for others, Lu Xuan's death means a good medicine for his life, which will instantly make him feel the brilliance of excitement.

With this in mind, Lu Xuan walked lightly on the iron cable, he looked at the mysterious fog below, trembling, as if walking on the ground.

The current situation can be described as a glance for ten thousand years, and the fear in his mind made him walk on thin ice, and at this moment, his divine consciousness suddenly crossed his mind like a meteor catching the moon.

Where am I? Lu Xuan was a little confused, he was lying flat on the floor tiles, trying to raise his hand, but found that his consciousness and body were estranged, that is to say, his control of the body could not reach the level of fingers, as if he was used to something, even if he obtained another object of the same kind, he could not completely dispel the influence of inertia.

But thankfully, although this estrangement exists, it can be overcome after all, and he just raised his arm and stroked it on his head.

The pain invaded his lungs like wisps of cool breeze, and Lu Xuan couldn't help but gasp.

What's going on? Am I hurt? Why is it so painful? And this pain becomes clearer and clearer as time goes by, as your grasp of your body approaches completion? Although this kind of thing shuttling through time and space sounds outrageous, the Internet has not seen it less, and there will be some psychological endurance, but I have never heard of anyone who will be hurt when traveling through time and space!

With such curiosity, Lu Xuan struggled to get up from the ground, and he was stunned to find that there was a pool of blood under his body, which meant that he was lying in a pool of blood just now!

This discovery made Lu Xuan completely panicked, and all kinds of changes when he woke up were hovering in his heart with mysterious fear in the unknown, at this time there was still dripping blood dripping on the ground on his body, such a amount of bleeding was enough to make a young and vigorous young man die!

Lu Xuan took a more appropriate measure against this phenomenon, that is, to wait and see the changes, the changes in his body did not make him feel the imminent death, and there was no abnormality for the time being, except for the continuous invasion of the endless pain that came out.

Another phenomenon is that he observed it from his own body, which was dressed in bronze armor, which resembled the style of an ancient Roman gladiator, and showed the majestic style of ancient Rome in the mottled blood and rust stains.

Where have you traveled to? Lu Xuan smiled dumbly, if it weren't for the lack of mirrors, he really wanted to see if he had crossed over to someone else.

Thinking like this, he walked slowly towards the sunny place in front of him, he was a little cold at this time, the cold air like an ice cellar kept coming out of his body, if he could absorb some of the warmth of the sun at this time, then he would be grateful.

He gradually emerged from the massive doorway, and the scene that followed made him understand the source of the noise he had heard when he had just woken up. He turned his head and saw that his position was a spacious road, which was paved with colorful texts, bricks and red tiles, and the image of a two-winged flying dragon was built with gold bricks in the center of the road.

The path passes through the thick and majestic city walls, resting on a high platform at one end and stretching long at the other, a flying bridge that floats in the darkness and does not know where to touch.

"The glory of Augustus will fall on which warrior! Where the glory belongs, let's wait and see! An infectious voice shouted, and suddenly the crowd below shouted a tsunami, and the enthusiasm of the crowd was like a wave of rising and falling, fluttering high with the flags on the city wall. Wen Feiyu had no doubt that the girls wearing olive branches at this time had been carried away by joy, their eyes exuded reverence for heroes, and if necessary, they would not hesitate to offer their hot kisses and chastity.

What the hell is all this going on? He could see what grand ritual was being performed by the group, the purpose of which was yet to be investigated, but he knew that this was no longer his original world.

His thinking about cause and effect seems to involve a painful nerve, and some memories seem to be about to break through the ground, but due to the lack of certain opportunities, they are not unearthed after all.

He kept going, until at last he was completely exposed to the sun, and the sound of the hysterical cry from the high platform spread through the boundless wilderness: "Behold! Our hero has appeared! The warrior who was the first to come out of the Minoan Labyrinth has returned triumphantly! He will be the king who will lead us to victory in the war! We will follow in his footsteps and spread the splendor of Augustus to all corners of the earth! ”

The man's voice said impassionedly, but the reaction of the crowd that should have been enthusiastic was not as passionate as he expected, and the man was a little dazed, and couldn't help but look at the comer, but then a complicated expression appeared on his face.

This expression is representative, because the emotions of most of the masses are mixed together to form such a bitter gourd face. Emotions of disbelief, disdain, indignation, loneliness, and remorse are mixed together, like a colorful palette washed by the rain and mixed together, complex and vivid.

Triumphant...... Caesar?

I don't know who drank the lottery first under the venue, anyway, he got a lot of support from many people almost instantly!

"The henchmen of the old king do not deserve to have the sword of triumph!"

"Let this salted fish go to his hapless ancestor!"

All kinds of shouts and so on and so forth, and it took Wen Feiyu a while to finally know that their edge was aimed at him.

I...... My name is Caesar? Wen Feiyu faced Qianfu Leng and pointed at him, his thoughts gradually drifted into the distance, and he cowered in his own husk, this thought was like oil dripping into the fire, and his memories suddenly came like a stormy wave.

The owner of this body is named Caesar, who is a descendant of the famous Caesar Knight, due to the change of royal power, and the aging Caesar Knight's inability to fight in all directions, the result is that the battle of the undead is defeated in the battle of the undead. Caesar's knight, who dedicated his life to the kingdom, died a heroic death, but his sacrifice was not treated justly by mankind, and under the manipulation of ill-intentioned careerists and politicians, Caesar's reputation stinked like a salted fish on the street!

Lu Xuan suddenly showed a wry smile, this wry smile shocked him very much, because this seemingly unconscious action really showed his empathy, that is to say, he was extremely indignant at the situation of the original owner of this body!

On the eve of the paladin's selection, Caesar borrowed a few copper plates from a troubadour friend with a pair of old boots with leaky toes to buy an iron sword, which glittered in the bonfire and accompanied him all night, and the troubadour sang in a low voice: "The Thorn Knight is on a king's mission to rescue the princess from the dragon's lair, the princess is a lovely child who is loved by everyone, her cheeks are like golden apples, her skin is like the ice and snow of the north, and the Thorn Knight rides his skinny old horses, Embark on the journey in the twilight ......"

Caesar stroked the hilt of his sword, as if comforting his comrades who were about to face a major decision in life, and his tone revealed disdain: "You have sung this epic not a thousand times but eight hundred times, you can't change some new tricks, otherwise who will give you a copper plate." ”

The troubadour was stunned, and his chanting came to a halt, and he could not help skipping the middle part and singing the last part of the poem: "The Thorn Knight was assassinated by the lover in front of him, and he fell down among the rose petals and looked at the exposed hilt of the knife on his chest, and his eyes swept over the princess's face like the wind in the woods, and ah—like the wind in the woods on the face of the betrayed lover—and from then on the only word of mouth was his words, that pain is power." ”

Pain is strength......