A year later, in one of the darkest and dirtiest cells in the basement of the Ottoman Empire's Sword Saint City, a fat rat was crouching motionless in a rat hole in the wall, without making any sound. However, one of its small eyes stared at a porcelain bowl outside the cave that was larger than its body, and its eyes were extremely vigilant, as if it was thinking about something.

A moment later, it suddenly moved, without warning, and its body was like a ghost, like a wind that came and went without a trace, and in a flicker, it successfully jumped onto the porcelain bowl in a series of afterimages that appeared and disappeared.

Looking at the fragrant white rice wafting out under him, the little mouse suddenly let out two happy cries, "Squeak! squeak!", and then, under the light of the black little eyes, its whole body immediately jumped down without hesitation, and pounced on the fragrant white rice.

But unfortunately, as soon as its calves left the ground, its body began to disobey the call. Not only did it not fall into the rice that had been making its salivation for days, but its body slowly floated up as if it had no weight.

A second later, the little mouse sensed that something was wrong almost immediately, as a muffled thunderous laugh rang in its ears. So, it immediately twisted its body frantically to try to escape, and its two little paws suddenly danced like a kitten carried by the neck, but it was not the neck that was being carried at the moment, but the tail.

Seeing this, Rod shook his head expressionlessly and threw it away. With the muffled sound of flesh colliding with the ground, the little mouse suddenly let out a "squeak" scream in pain, but when it was free, it did not dare to stay any longer, and immediately looked like a thief who had been caught but escaped by luck.

It only paused on the ground for a moment, and then rushed into the mouse hole that had no light, but was extremely safe, and then never dared to come out again, but it still didn't seem to give up, and its little black eyes were always staring at the porcelain bowl not far away, as if just looking at it could make it feel satisfied.

"Huh. This little guy. Today is the 357th time it has come to steal rice. It's really persistent. Rod, I can't imagine that time flies, we've all been here for a year, it's been a long time. Did you burn that mantra yesterday after you memorized it?"

Seeing the tragic condition of the little mouse, in the corner not far in front of Rod, an old man with unkempt hair, dirty clothes, a beard so strong that he had completely covered his mouth, his face was not only old but also extremely haggard, his left hand was severely disabled, and he didn't even have a finger on it, he suddenly smiled, looked at Rod and said.

"It's all burning. Hearing this, Rod nodded slightly, the old man opposite him was none other than the first person who was once supreme in the Ottoman Empire, the Sword Saint Abel. It's just that the title of Juggernaut had disappeared with the fall of the Ottoman Empire a year ago.

At this moment, what is talking to Rod is just an old man with a pale appearance, a haggard face, and a disabled left hand, which is extremely ordinary.

Although Abel is still a cultivator, his lifespan is still as endless as that of a Sacred Domain powerhouse, and the aura in his body is still as powerful as he was at his peak. But no matter how strong his aura was at the moment, it was useless. Because he is a swordsman, a swordsman without a sword is like a wasted man whose hands have been cut off, nothing at all.

That's why Abel looks so old, compared to when he was in his prime, it was like two people. But maybe it was because he suddenly had a new understanding of life after he lost his strength, and he gradually opened it up as time passed, so he could still laugh.

Although the smile is reluctant and the smile is bitter, at least he can occasionally smile from the bottom of his heart because of a little thing in life. For example, in the boring year in the cell, he found a little pleasure in the behavior of the little mouse stealing rice and repeatedly defeated.

But he could laugh, but Rod couldn't. It's not just that at this moment, Rod's hands and feet are shackled with shackles that are stronger than platinum, his hair is also unkempt, and his body is filled with a disgusting stench. ,

is also because Rod really can't bear to see the first person in the Ottoman Empire whom he admires the most, and now he is his master, and he also told himself all the swordsmanship he has learned all his life and the perception of the Holy Realm realm, and even the description of the sword god-level realm that he regards as precious as life has been told to his Abel in 1510, becoming like this and suffering from this.

"Master......" Rod's voice landed, and a thick unbearable color suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he wanted to open his mouth to persuade again, but was immediately stopped by Abel and said, "This is the three hundred and first time you have persuaded me." Don't say it again, today is the last step, and I've already done it here, do you want my Abel to give up?"

Abel looked at Rod, his eyes were unusually serious and firm, and when Rod saw this, he suddenly fell into a deep silence and stopped speaking, and after a while, he nodded silently.

"Come on. Seeing that Rod finally stopped hesitating, Abel's face suddenly flashed with a happy smile, but this smile was full of sourness in Rode's eyes.

The next moment, I saw Rod's left palm slammed on Abel's exposed back, and with a sudden force, his five fingers were completely embedded in the flesh in an instant. Abel's face suddenly turned white, and at the same time, Rod's eyes suddenly showed an unbearable color, but only a moment later, his face was immediately replaced by decisiveness, and his five fingers were snapped violently, and then he pulled back vigorously.

I only heard a soft sound of "Ahh

The next moment, with Rod's full pull, he was pulled directly from his back. In an instant, a drop of cold sweat suddenly rolled down Abel's forehead, and his body couldn't help but tremble, but he was worthy of being a tough guy who had been a cultivator for hundreds of years, and he didn't even snort and let the blood flow endlessly.

Seeing this, Rod hurriedly tore off a corner of his clothes and used it as gauze to wrap Abel's wounds, and then he carefully gazed at Abel's back and was relieved to make sure that the blood had stopped smoothly. However, when his eyes fell on Abel's back and saw the hundreds of scars that were almost all because of him, a faint hint of heartache flashed on Rod's face again.

"Good. Look at what is written on the back of this skin. This is the last piece of skin that hasn't been torn off by you. Memorize today's mantra as well, and if you practice hard for a few more decades, with your qualifications and talent in swordsmanship, you may really be able to reach the realm of the Sword God that I have always dreamed of.

Coupled with today's most rearly skin, these are all the exercises and insights I got from that kid in Wuqi. Abel nodded, and after exhaling a long breath deeply, he said slowly.

Rod nodded silently, his memory is excellent, although he is not as smart as Wuqi, but his perception of the realm of swordsmanship and the comprehension of the exercises are almost unmatched, and in just over a minute, he memorized the three lines of small characters on the inside of the blood-drenched human skin, and then said: "Remember, Master." ”

"Good. Burn it. Abel nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head to look at the fireplace behind him, which was still dancing and flickering.

Rhodes nodded, and with a casual flick of his right hand, the human skin immediately resembled a meteor, drawing an afterimage in the air, and slowly dissipating with the burning sound of "snort" flames.

At this moment, a big laugh suddenly sounded, and both Rod and Abel were startled at the same time, and suddenly turned their heads to look at the cell door, but after a moment, their eyes all turned into undisguised disgust.

I saw a man wearing a bright red armor, ordinary facial features, but there was an extraordinary aura hidden between his eyebrows, only one right arm, but his face was extremely ruddy, and he suddenly swaggered to the door of Rod and Abel's cell, and said with a smile: "You two, long time no see." I'm coming to see you again today. ”

"Hmph!" Rod was so disgusted with this person that he didn't bother to take another look, and after snorting coldly, the person immediately turned his head and turned his back directly, no longer talking nonsense. Abel's face also showed displeasure, but he was not as direct as Rhodes, but looked at the person in front of him in silence, and his face became more and more somber.

This person was none other than Sakai, who had been cut off by Rhodes a year earlier. In the past year, he has tried almost every means he can think of to persuade Rod, but the result has always been an unsatisfactory failure. ,

So it can almost be said that this year's time was not at all pleasant, and even very depressed, but because the regent Bakda had seriously warned him not to hurt Rod, he could only persuade again and again, but he could not be rude.

But after all, he Sakai was cut off by Rhodes, although his strength had declined at the beginning, but after a year of hard work, his strength at this time once again stood at the peak of the master level, so it was impossible for him to be willing to hold this sulk all the time without venting. So, in the end, he poured all his anger on Abel.

That's why Abel looks so old, of course, he is actually scarred now, and Abel hasn't had a good day in the past year. He had been tortured by Sakai almost every day, and now he didn't see any new injuries, except that last night's injuries were covered by Abel's tattered clothes.

In order to be able to ask what he wanted from Abel's mouth, Sakai naturally wouldn't kill Abel, but he didn't come here today because of this incident, but for another reason.

"Rod. Anyway, I'm your former teacher, even though it's in the past. But are you disrespecting my teacher like this?" Seeing the attitude of Rod and Abel, instead of getting angry, Sakai deepened the smile on his face and said slowly.

"My teacher is long dead. You're just a traitor, and my current master is the Sword Master. I don't know you. Rod replied indifferently.

"You don't have to persuade anymore. It's useless. Come now, I'm ready today. Rod's voice landed, and Abel nodded immediately after, and said with a light smile.

"I don't know what's wrong!" Hearing the taunts of the two, Sakai's face suddenly showed a slight anger, and he subconsciously spat on it, but only a moment later, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and under the corner of his mouth, a sneer suddenly appeared on his face, and he said: "Lord Ben is in a good mood now, so I'll let you go today." However, the main purpose of my visit today is not this matter, but to tell you something else. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Abel and continued: "Abel, even if you don't say it, I've already found out now. Who killed Prince Balk's father, Balvin? The first one is you, the second one is the old guy from Ugins, and the third one. ”

Speaking of this, Sakai suddenly stopped, turned his gaze to Rod's back again, and said with a sneer: "His name is Worthen, and his strength is only about the same as mine, and he is only in the master realm." I have sent someone to inform the regent and the prince of this news, and they must have known it by now.

We can't kill Dou Sheng for a while, but I think if we send a few master-level powerhouses to assassinate the third person, there will be absolutely no suspense in the result. Rod, I know you're not interested in this matter, but I think you must be very interested in this third person's apprentice. Because his name is Wuqi. ”

As soon as these words came out, Rod's body suddenly trembled. Although he still turned his back to Sakai and did not make any sound, it was as if a shocking wave had suddenly set off in his heart, and there was a sense of foreboding that he had never felt before, and at this moment, even his eyes suddenly froze, like shooting stars, flashing a fleeting look of worry.