On the square in the center of a certain city in the Ottoman Empire, there was a circle of pedestrians standing in front of and on the left and right, some of them were passers-by carrying vegetable baskets, some were children of nobles wearing long swords, some were city guards wearing armor, and some children with toys in their hands and some old men and women with old clocks and clocks.

This circle is very large, roughly about a thousand meters in diameter, so many people gathered together, not only to join in the fun, but also to watch a wonderful action blockbuster that is about to be staged for free, everyone who stopped and stayed was more interested in the ten people in the circle.

Naturally, they didn't know exactly what was going to happen next, but at least these people could be sure that there was about to take place here a big battle that would be rare in their lives, and it was not a simple exchange. It's just that the light faintly feels the murderous aura from the circle, and everyone understands that this will definitely be a bloody fight, either you die or I die.

It's not that the spectators don't want to talk about it, but the atmosphere in the stadium is so tense that they don't participate in the battle, just watching, but just that, it already makes them feel like they are almost overwhelmed by some invisible pressure and can't breathe.

So no one spoke, no one dared to speak, and all the onlookers quietly looked at the motionless ten people in the venue with a mood of expectation and uneasiness.

In the circle, there were ten people, and these ten people did not stand side by side in a five-on-five manner, but eight of them spread out from each other and stood in eight directions in front of the other person, left and right in an encirclement manner, firmly surrounding him, and the last person stood on the periphery of the circle of eight people with a fierce face.

He looked at the young man surrounded by eight people unkindly, and said in a deep voice: "Chloyd, I will give you another chance to do the last thing, if you surrender now, I can save you from death, otherwise you will definitely die later." ”

The age is only twelve or thirteen years old, and the height is not even one meter six, but behind him is a blood-red heavy sword that is more than two meters long, the person does not move half a step, but it gives people infinite pressure, as if a hill suddenly fell from the sky to your heart, so that all the onlookers have the illusion that they have to hold their breath for a while.

Chloyd looked coldly back at the young man outside the encirclement wearing blood-red armor and a blood-red sword at his waist, and said indifferently: "Brody, this is exactly what I want to say to you. ”

His voice was cold and not loud, but because of the unusually quiet of the room, it was clear to every spectator present, and the young man named Bro naturally heard this reply full of contempt and disdain.

Bro, it's a surname. There is not a single person who lives in this city who does not know the surname, for Büro is the only hereditary nobility recognized by the king. Hereditary is not only about status, but also about money and great power. Each generation of mayors can be said to be the current heirs of the Buro family, and there will be no changes at all.

Even if the current heir dies, the mayor will still be inherited by the elder brother or younger brother of the same generation as the heir, and since the founding of the Ottoman Empire, there has never been a situation where the mayor is not a member of the Bro family, so over time, this has become a tradition here.

However, the only candidate for the mayor of the Buro family for generations is also related to their family's strength as strong as a city wall, and there are not only many descendants in the entire Buro family, but also all of them are super powerful swordsmen. It can be said that this is a family of cultivators who have practiced swordsmanship for generations.

If the Buro family is placed in the capital Sword Saint City, it will naturally not be famous, but if it is placed in this small city, it shows the strong strength of the Buro family. Brody, the heir to this generation of the Bro family, is also the only candidate to become mayor, so he can only kill those who dare to challenge his majesty.

In order to establish authority in the hearts of the people, and to make the soon-to-be people worship him as if they were their fathers, Brody made the decision to kill the young man in front of him. With a slight wave of his hand, Brody gave orders to kill eight of his most proud men.

The eight middle-aged swordsmen who had been maintaining a preparatory posture, after discovering the young master's eyes, nodded neatly, and then the long sword in their hands tightened at the same time, without any discussion, and they stepped forward at the same time with an extremely tacit understanding, as if they were tied to a pocket, turning into eight afterimages, and instantly reducing the encirclement by more than half. ,

The eight swordsmen moved extremely fast, and in just a few breaths, they were already completely close to the young man who was surrounded by them, and the people around them didn't see how they moved at all, only that the eight people in front of them suddenly moved at the same time, as if they were an afterimage produced by quickly shaking their fingers.

Each swordsman had more than a dozen illusory figures, and after that, all the onlookers only felt that there was a sudden flower in front of them, and they couldn't tell which was their real body and which was the illusory figure.

"Wow!" Like a wave rising into the sky, and like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, the spectators, who had been forced to remain silent by the oppressive atmosphere, finally let out a scream at the same time at this moment, not because they were panicked and frightened, but completely shocked by the visual impact in front of them that far exceeded the movie.

The screams of thousands of people at the same time immediately formed a huge momentum in the sky above the battlefield, as if the water was tumbling violently, and even after a moment, everyone subconsciously stopped their mouths, but there were still echoes like rumbling thunder rolling into their ears.

"This ...... Such a fast speed has far exceeded the speed of a bullet! It's too fast!" In the echo, after a man who couldn't help but speak because he was too excited in his heart to express his feelings, the people who had been silent and did not dare to talk seemed to be explosives ignited by the fuse, and suddenly, as if they had exploded a pot, and at the same time began to talk about it.

The battlefield, which originally had only echoes but no conversations, suddenly seemed to turn into a noisy and noisy vegetable field in an instant, saying everything, but only not leaving, but the onlookers gathered more and more. From a bird's-eye view from above, the encirclement that had been reduced by the eight swordsmen to a diameter of only ten meters was like a huge beehive, and countless people were daring to come from all directions, doubling the circle that was originally only a few thousand onlookers.

"Hey, who do you think will win?" asked a rustic-dressed stranger as he pushed the arm of a lady next to him.

"Nonsense. Young Master Brody, of course. The lady next to him didn't reply, but a slender old man behind him sneered.

"I don't think so. You might lose. The stranger shook his head with a wicked smile and said.

In fact, he didn't mean anything, he just made a joke casually, and in his hometown he was born to joke and like to argue with others. Who knows, as soon as his words came out, he attracted the cold eyes of all the others around him, and then he was as if he had been stabbed in the heart, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak again.

Only then did the lady who had been pushed by his arm slowly say, "Master Brody is the mayor's eldest son. He is also a genius who has cultivated the swordsmanship of our Ottoman Empire since he was a child. It is impossible to lose, and the only one who will lose will be the young man who dares to challenge the majesty of the young master without his strength. No, he will definitely die. Victory and defeat will soon be known. ”

"Master Brody?" the stranger repeated, and then immediately remembered that the family that his father had instructed him to join before entering the city was not the Bro family?

As soon as he heard that it was the mayor's eldest son, the stranger immediately became excited, and his eyes instantly lit up, as if he was talking about his family's ancestors, and his eyes showed great admiration, and he said excitedly: "You mean, this one is called Brody, oh no." This young master Brody is the eldest son of the most powerful Brody family in the city?"

The woman and the old man smiled and nodded at the same time, seeing the admiration and yearning on the faces of the stranger, and at this moment they accepted the stranger, who at first glance looked like he had just come from a foreign country.

The discussion grew louder and louder, and the people who had been talking in small voices gradually became bold as more and more people gathered around them, and with the noisy atmosphere. No longer talking softly, but shouting loudly, he took the initiative to start cheering for Brody's side. There were even sarcastic, sarcastic and even sarcastic remarks against Chloyd.

"Kid, are you scared? Why don't you make a move? Are you stupid by the master of the Buro family in our city?"

"That's right, didn't you say it confidently when you first challenged Master Brody? Why don't you say a word now? I see, not only are you scared stupid, but you are afraid to die of fear in your heart. ”,

"Not bad. I'm just scared to death. I saw that this little baby was about to pee his pants in fright. But it's too late for you to regret it now, little baby, just wait for death. We don't have sympathy for you, a little imp who dares to offend Master Brody. ”

"Die!

"Yes, kill him, Master Brody, kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

As one of the spectators uttered a sentence that looked like a criminal being judged, all the spectators who surrounded the battle arena were infected by the indignation of the other people around them, and they continued to say, "Kill him!"

All of a sudden, the sound offensive of almost tens of thousands of people was like an invisible force, constantly encouraging the eight swordsmen who had been unable to hurt the young man for a long time and some of them were beginning to doubt in their hearts.

From the beginning of the battle to now, more than half an hour has passed unconsciously, although the eight swordsmen shot at the same time, slashing and stabbing the young man's vital points in various places, but the young man's skills are too weird, and he is like a ghost who does not exist here, and every time he can dodge the attack with the blade of the sword.

The hearts of the eight swordsmen suddenly rose with doubts, but just when they felt that this young man's strength was not simple and they were about to deal with it seriously, the huge cheering sound around them was like an unimaginably powerful force, which was instantly injected into their bodies, making their somewhat wavering confidence double in an instant, and their confidence immediately turned into arrogance.

Almost at the same time, the eight of them all had the urge to be handsome in front of these spectators. As a result, the eight swordsmen who had just stepped into the intermediate cultivator level actually performed their own tricks at the same time, rushing together towards the young man who was firmly surrounded by them.

Chloyd glanced at the eight swordsmen indifferently, didn't even bother to say a word, but with a cold glint in his eyes, he pulled out the blood-red heavy sword behind him at lightning speed, and at the same time, his body quickly rotated like a spinning top. At the same time that the eight terrifying sword moves attacked him from all directions, the blood-red heavy sword in his hand swung out violently.

After hearing the sudden explosion of eight "bang" crisp sounds in the air, the original confidence was high, and he had already rushed in front of Chloyd, but the eight swordsmen who performed their tricks at the same time seemed to hit a spring, and they all flew upside down at the same time. At the same time, a thin slit like a silk thread appeared in his chest, a terrible wound that directly divided his body.

The blood splattered like rain, and the eight swordsmen who were full of pride, full of confidence, and even had an unusually awe-like expression in the previous second, were actually cut off their entire waists by the young man's sword in an instant, and were split in two, and died.

All the spectators who saw and witnessed this scene were all frightened and pale in an instant, and their mouths were speechless. The shock, which was far beyond imagination, made them forget to speak for a while, and the noisy scene instantly fell into a deathly silence.

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