The Magician of Cultivation

About 10 miles outside the east of the Imperial City is Yingxiong Mountain.

It was already dusk, and Yingxiong Mountain looked extremely lonely and desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

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A huge black shadow slid quickly across the sky, and then a human figure flew down from it, hitting the ground with a loud "bang".

The man was casually wearing a cloth jacket, and from the open collar one could see a large area of ​​bronze skin and high, bulging, hard pectoral muscles.

He wiped his bald head casually, raised his head and said loudly: "Third brother, the flying mount is too slow, I will go first."

"yes, Sir!"

The black shadow lowered its altitude, revealing Sun Xiaowei's pale and slightly gloomy face.

The burly bald man was obviously Tan Lang.

After leaving Junwu City, the two of them had traveled day and night to get here. After arriving here, Tan Lang could no longer bear the speed of the flying mount, so he jumped off and walked on foot.

A blood-red light emerged from Tan Lang's body, and the strong murderous aura forcibly tore the air apart.

Swish!

His figure disappeared in an instant, turning into a light of blood and rushing quickly towards the Imperial City.

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"Hmm? The city was breached?"

In just four or five minutes, Tan Lang appeared at the gate of the east city wall.

He slowly stepped onto the collapsed city wall, frowned and looked around, looking for possible clues.

It was obvious that a large-scale battle had taken place here. There were traces of dried blood everywhere, and a faint burnt smell filled the air.

In the gaps between the collapsed earth and rocks, fragments of human clothing, broken weapons and armor can be seen from time to time.

There was a bloodthirsty gleam in Tan Lang's eyes, and as his nostrils twitched, faint blood light gathered into a stream of red air that drilled into his nostrils.

"The death toll was about two days, at least tens of thousands of people."

He suddenly frowned and asked himself in confusion, "Why are there so many monsters dead? Does the Royal City have a large-scale group attack magic cannon?"

"Let's go to the inner city."

Tan Lang did not stay here for long. He turned into a light of blood and headed towards the inner city.

He had been to the Imperial City many times and was quite familiar with the structure of the city.

Soon he arrived at the magic rail car's No. 2 station, which was empty.

However, the corpses scattered all over the ground and the strong smell of blood revealed the tragic situation of that day.

The 'beast tide' was undoubtedly tragic.

Tan Lang's face turned pale. Even with his cruel and bloodthirsty style, he found it difficult to adapt.

Although rumors say that he was raised by a she-wolf and has a cold and bloodthirsty personality.

But the fact is not so. He was born in a small mountain village on the northwestern border, where people make a living by hunting and have a tough character.

Tan Lang's parents were killed by wolves while hunting, and he was lonely and helpless as a child.

Once when he was extremely hungry, he went into the mountains to hunt and encountered a female wolf that had just given birth.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Tan Lang's head instantly became filled with blood, and he started fighting with the mother wolf without caring about anything.

Fortunately, he eventually survived and recovered his strength by drinking the breast milk of the dead she-wolf.

From then on, perhaps due to the explosion of his potential, he developed a sense of Qi and gradually embarked on the path of cultivation.

Tan Lang hated monsters the most, and the tragic scene before him almost made it impossible for him to suppress the strong murderous intent that erupted in his heart.

"Devil beasts, all of them should die!"

Tan Lang's eyes were red, emitting a terrifying murderous intent.

He entered the realm of great martial artist with murderous intent, and 'killing' was the obsession and belief in his heart.

There was a flash of light in his hand, and the long saber was firmly grasped by his broad hand.

The blade was also covered in blood and made a buzzing sound, as if it could sense the boiling murderous intent in its owner's heart and wanted to drink the blood of the monster.

Tan Lang's figure disappeared, carrying with him murderous intent and anger.

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The inner city wall of the eastern part of the Imperial City.

Hu Shizhong held a silver-white halberd in his right hand and stood upright like a javelin. The silver-white chain mail on his body had turned dark red.

In just a few days, he looked ten years older, with a haggard face, messy beard and sideburns, and even some white hair.

After he separated from Sima He and Chen Tiexin, he returned here alone, staying here for several hours.

When patrolling city defense soldiers passed by here, they subconsciously slowed down their pace, for fear of disturbing this father who was immersed in grief.

"Chao'er..."

Hu Shizhong's eyes were a little dazed.

Hu Chao's energetic face appeared in the void in front of him.

Hu Chao's eyes were complicated, with pride in them, as if he was saying, Father, I have finally become a hero like you, but more of it was deep heartache and reluctance.

Perhaps he would not be able to recognize Hu Shizhong if he saw him now.

After all, his father paid the most attention to his appearance, and he usually polished his armor and weapons to a shine.

"The Beast Tide is over. I'm sorry, I... I didn't avenge you in the end."

Hu Shizhong lowered his head, his eyes blurred with tears.

"Li Yu is right. Only by completely solving the problem of the Qixia Mountain monsters can the kingdom become stronger and more fathers will not lose their children."

He looked at the illusory figure in front of him and asked timidly, "Will you blame your father?"

"How could I blame my father?"

Hu Chao shook his head, with a gentle smile on his face.

"What father and Li Yu have done will benefit Yucheng and even Xueyan Nation for generations to come."

He looked at Hu Shizhong affectionately, his eyes full of admiration.

"Father, you have to cheer up. The General Hu I know is a great hero."

"Chao'er..."

Hu Shizhong's eyes were moist, and he was about to say something when he was awakened by a loud shout.

"Stop!"

Not far from him, Guo Ning's eyes lit up and the fighting spirit in his body instantly boiled over.

咻咻咻～

Seven or eight alchemical feather arrows shot out like swimming fish toward the inner city wall, where a blood-red ball of light was approaching.

The blood clot moved silently and at an astonishingly fast speed.

"Human race? A fifth-level expert from the kingdom?"

As a hunter, Guo Ning also has amazing eyesight.

As his fighting spirit circulated, he could vaguely see that there was a bald man in the ball of light.

"Didn't they say the earliest you could arrive would be late at night?"

Guo Ning frowned.

However, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Since the arrow has been shot, we can only pray that the other party is safe and sound.

"If he is really a fifth-level expert, he shouldn't be injured so easily."

"You didn't even dodge? How arrogant!"

Guo Ning was a little angry.

The bald man didn't dodge or evade, but charged straight towards his feather arrow.

Although he did not use the 'Fatal Blow' fighting skill, he used 'Rapid Shooting' and 'Powerful Attack' at the same time.

With the amplification of "Strong Attack", the feather arrows can easily pierce the powerful third-level monsters, and even fourth-level monsters have to avoid them.

Level 5 humans are strong, but their physical strength is definitely not as good as that of level 4 monsters.

But the next moment, Guo Ning's eyes widened.

Not only him, but Hu Shizhong, who had come to his senses, also widened his eyes.