Inside the tall and majestic city walls, there was a scene of prosperity, the sun was shining in the sky, and everything was so beautiful.

''Whew!''

At this moment, from the direction of the city gate, a burst of breaking wind sounded, and the terrible force directly tore open the air, so that everyone who came and went hurriedly got out of the way, and some of them were even paralyzed on the ground, unable to bear it.

Even the soldiers guarding the gate did not dare to stop it, because it was a monk, and they couldn't stop it at all.

Several figures quickly swept into the distance, and from a distance, it was completely a rainbow of light, and where they passed, smoke and dust rose on the earth, and the trees were blown by the wind, and they were about to fall to both sides.

If such a few people are on the battlefield, they are absolutely worth thousands of troops and horses, and it is not a problem at all to destroy a city of "mankind".

This is the horror of the monks, which makes the "world" frightened, not at all a level.

At the city gate, in the hearts of all people, the common thoughts, were all cold, and the cold air was blowing down their backs.

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In the dark and ancient trees, on a lifeless path, a thin figure walked lonely, but there was no sadness on the face, on the contrary, a deep joy, visible to the naked eye.

The young man's name is Su Yuchen, a poor child, under the pressure of life, doing unsightly things and stealing one by one.

He walked quietly alone, the sun shining on his face, his slightly immature face, covered with a layer of gold, and the mature pupils seemed to be extremely incompatible.

Looking up at the sky, the incomparably brilliant sunshine, he subconsciously sighed fiercely, his hands were clenched with ten fingers, and all the beauty had nothing to do with him.

Because, in his life, it is just a never-ending darkness, doing the same thing every day, and being able to live is something that needs to be considered all the time.

And food, undoubtedly the most important thing, is also the main reason for stealing, in order to fill his stomach, and he is not alone.

Thinking of this, Su Yuchen quickened his pace, someone was still waiting!

However, at this moment, there was a sound of wind howling behind him, and his way forward was also blocked, surrounded on all sides, and there was no way out.

Su Yuchen was stunned for a moment, just stealing a few buns, not in such a posture, naturally feeling the invisible oppression, he knew that the person who came must be a monk.

But just when he came back to his senses and was about to speak, he noticed something, his immature face suddenly became hideous, and in a pair of pupils, anger burned fiercely, eager to break those people into pieces.

That kind of angry appearance, as if there is a great hatred, no matter what you do, you can't resolve it, there is an unforgettable hatred.

It was still a few young people, but the robes they were wearing were exactly the same, and Su Yuchen's gaze stayed on their chests from beginning to end, and the hideousness on their faces was even more terrifying, which should not be shown at this age, and the pain in their hearts was ten thousand times more uncomfortable than killing themselves.

I saw that there, there was a unified pattern, and if you looked closely, it was a temple that had shrunk many times, surrounded by black mist, as if it was in a dark water, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling.

It seems to be the root of depravity, as long as it is a person, it will be creepy, but at this moment, in Su Yuchen's eyes, there is only hatred and hatred, and the anger in his heart is eager to burn it.

Then, he suppressed it again, and his face flashed with hideousness, because the other party was a monk, and one of them couldn't resist, let alone seven or eight people, and the sheep fell into the wolves, and they had no power to escape.

"Brothers, what are you doing to stop the little brother like this?" Su Yuchen desperately suppressed the anger in his heart, showed a smiling face, and said with the most modest attitude, it can be said that people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

"You stinky beggar, you dare to steal my young master's things, and if you don't return it quickly, you can spare your whole corpse." ''

''Otherwise, you will be punished by the nine clans, and life is better than death.'' One of the oldest young men, with a gesture of contempt, spoke harshly, and decided the life and death of others by his own will.

Su Yuchen's face remained unchanged, but a murderous aura appeared in his pupils, his eyes almost turned red, and finally held back again, and said humbly: "Brother monks, I am just a beggar, how dare I steal your young master's things, I must be mistaken." ''

The young man's robe, tattered, and the surrounding world, the same silence, I can't see the slightest youthful vitality and the vitality of the young man.

"It's a coincidence, it's you beggars who don't know whether to live or die, and the rest of the people really don't have the courage to cut off an arm if you don't hand it over." Next to the young man who spoke before, another young man spoke, his eyes were full of cruelty, and at first glance he was the kind of beast that killed people without blinking, and his expression was extremely cold.

The faint killing intent in Su Yuchen's eyes was even stronger, the other party was so strong, he didn't give him a chance to explain at all, but there was no way, how could mortals compare with monks.

''It seems that you are very unwilling!'' It was the boy who spoke, and pressed over step by step, his body glowing faintly, and then he struck out.

He swung his fist, which seemed to be light and fluttering, but the essence was many times more terrifying than an ordinary iron sword, even a stubborn stone would be penetrated.

Su Yuchen couldn't avoid it, because it was too fast, the speed of a monk far exceeded that of mortals, so he didn't dodge, he used a fist to resist, and suddenly broke the bones, and suddenly the blood flowed for a long time, and the severe pain made his eyebrows overflow with sweat, and the arm became soft and useless.

The collision ended extremely quickly, the young man on the other side still pressed up, and with another punch, Su Yuchen's arm exploded directly, fell off from his shoulder, and in an instant, he became a one-armed boy.

Because of the pain, he staggered to the ground, but there was no softening in his eyes, and he glared at the young man viciously, knowing that it was impossible to live today, and he was bitten by the other party, and he couldn't avoid it at all.

Therefore, there is no need to continue to pretend to be a grandson, even if it is a mortal, everyone is equal, and now, it is pointless to beg for mercy.

''You just beat me to death, all in one word, Lao Tzu didn't steal.'' Su Yuchen's eyes sharpened, like the eyes of an eagle, sharp and sharp.

It's just that it lacks strength, and there is no deterrent at all, on the contrary, it makes the young man who just made a move, the look on his face is even more cruel, and he shot again, he walked closer, kicked it hard, and stepped on the young man's chest, and immediately the bones there were all broken, and several mouthfuls of blood spit out from his mouth, splashed on the tattered robe on his upper body, which was miserable.

In fact, it is still merciful, far from using all his strength, otherwise he would have died, and the monk's kick can definitely tear the earth, not to mention the flesh and blood of mortals, it is easy.

In Su Yuchen's heart, he really felt death, getting closer and closer, his eyes were darkening, his spirit began to be unclear, the foot that was stepping on his chest was crushing, and there was a heart-rending pain.

Again and again, the pain penetrates the bone marrow.