Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

In a cave deep in the mountains, Ye Buwen laid out the things he had robbed one by one.

Ye Buwen sighed as he looked at these things.

Since he was wanted, he has been going further and further on the road of sprinting.

Picking up the bronze mirror, Ye Buwen looked at his handsome face and was obsessed with it, but his hair was greasy and annoying.

After being narcissistic for a while, Ye Buwen started to do his business.

Picking up the bronze mirror, Ye Buwen gestured twice on his chest and pressed it on his chest.

He clenched his right fist and knocked the bronze mirror up and down, left and right, while slightly adjusting the position.

Ye Buwen nodded with satisfaction until he felt comfortable.

He planned to use this palm-sized bronze mirror as a heart-protecting mirror.

The material, size, and hardness of the bronze mirror are simply natural equipment.

Ye Buwen had this idea when he saw this thing for the first time. After all, he didn't rob things randomly.

Bronze mirrors, iron sheets, iron basins, needles and thread, clothes, cotton clothes, these are all excellent materials for synthetic armor.

If you want to return to Xianggu City, fighting is essential, and a hard self-defense armor is very necessary.

In this era of cold weapons, iron armor is a huge advantage.

In terms of combat power, a person with armor can be compared to several unarmored soldiers.

Moreover, wearing armor improves defense and blood-sucking ability, which is a perfect match, an immortal combination.

When playing games, who can refuse a character who is fleshy, invincible, and has a little damage, and is still full of blood after fighting for a long time.

Only with armor on, Ye Buwen feels safe.

Although he has learned sword skills, Ye Buwen will not be arrogant and think that he is a martial arts master.

After all, this sword skill is just from an unknown little escort.

Picking up a cotton coat, Ye Buwen tried it on to try the size.

It's a bit big, but it doesn't matter. It's probably not big enough after sewing iron, copper and wood pieces.

Ye Buwen began to modify the cotton coat.

Two bronze mirrors were wrapped in clothes and sewn inside to protect the heart and lungs.

The iron basin was shaped with a hammer, and the upper and lower layers of animal skin were sewn together as a helmet to prevent being shot in the head.

As for the defensive collar on the neck, Ye Buwen used wood instead and modified it because there was no suitable material.

Wrist guards were grabbed ready-made.

For the body armor, Ye Buwen decided to cut and trim his two worn-out long swords and inlay them with wooden boards.

Because iron materials are limited, the leg guards below the legs can only be made of wood.

Although the material is simple, it has the ability to protect against swords and weapons, which is better than using the body to hit.

The sound of knocking was heard in the silent forest, and it lasted for five days intermittently.

In a small pond in the mountains, Ye Buwen looked at himself on the water surface wearing homemade armor.

The animal skin helmet wrapped the head and the back of the head, the neck had a high collar to protect the neck, and there were wooden boards on both sides of the shoulders to protect the arms. He was wearing a thick cotton coat, which was concave and convex, and looked a little strange.

Although the appearance was not very delicate and majestic, the defense was in place.

The only thing missing now is the baptism of a bloody battle.

Ye Buwen moved his hands and feet slightly, took out his knife, and slashed it fiercely at the water surface under his feet.

A large group of water splashed up, the water waves rolled, and the scenery on the water surface was shattered.

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In Xianggu City, under the city gate, there was a commotion in the passing team.

Many pedestrians entering the city moved to both sides of the road, and the middle avenue was suddenly vacant.

A man wearing a helmet, wearing a heavy cotton coat, holding a long knife and fully armed strode towards the city gate, dragging two pieces of wood behind him.

There were words engraved on the wood, and a literate person read:

"Ye Buwen holds a knife and asks for justice. Why is the person who sentenced me innocent guilty?"

"The dog thief county magistrate came out to confront, make the evidence public, and give me justice."

Ye Buwen stopped a few dozen meters away from the city wall, erected two pieces of wood engraved with words, and propped up the triangular stabilizer under the wood to fix it.

"This man is the rapist Ye Buwen who was offered a reward of 1,000 taels of silver. He caused a lot of trouble some time ago." Several passers-by opened their mouths wide and looked at Ye Buwen with wide eyes.

"He dared to come out alone with a reward of 1,000 taels of silver. He is too brave. Aren't you afraid of being beheaded for the reward?"

"I guess he is determined to die and wants to fight to the death to prove his innocence." A scholar-like man said.

"Brother, do you believe he was wronged?"

"I believe it. Based on his actions, he must have done it because of a huge injustice." The scholar was quite sure and immersed in his inner romance.

"Maybe it was a show. He was offered a reward of 1,000 taels of silver and faced the pursuit of many masters. He knew that he had no hope of escaping and wanted to gain some fame for himself when he died.

Those storytellers and literati like this kind of thing.

If the commotion is good, the theater will also make it into a play." A passer-by commented.

"You all missed the essence and the point. Ye Buwen has offended the rich and powerful. Rape and murder of a good girl is just a crime arbitrarily created by the rich and powerful.

This time he shows up, he will definitely die.

The person who can offer a reward of 1,000 taels of silver and make such a big noise is not simple."

"Don't tell me, the government army sent many people to search the mountains and houses, just to find Ye Buwen.

The Lincang army has also been dispatched.

To be able to mobilize such soldiers, he must have a big background in the army."

"Oh, someone took action!" Someone among the passers-by exclaimed with wide eyes.

I saw a middle-aged man in the crowd dressed in escort uniforms, holding a long knife and approaching Ye Buwen.

"Ye Buwen, you are a wicked rapist who has learned to quibble. The government has issued a wanted order, which means it is a done deal.

Look, I have your head, take the reward!"

Ye Buwen raised his knife and looked at the person who was speaking, his mouth corners raised, his eyes cold.

"Very good, the first drop of blood will start from you."

"Kill, look at the knife."

The escort shouted and rushed with the knife.

Ye Buwen held the knife horizontally, his expression calm, unmoved, responding to changes with the same attitude, observing with sharp eyes.

When approaching, the escort leaned slightly to the right, holding the knife in his right hand.

Based on the knife usage habits, Ye Buwen quickly guessed that this was a horizontal chop from right to left.

After the horizontal chop, it is estimated that it will pierce the chest from the shortest path, or it will be a chop with the knife. The two attack paths have excellent action continuity and lethality.

But it may also be a trap, a fake move.

A countermeasure flashed quickly in Ye Buwen's mind.

A moment later, Ye Buwen reacted, lowered his knife with his hand, and stepped back, as if to avoid it.

The escort stepped forward to increase the attack distance and ensure that he could attack.

But suddenly, Ye Buwen leaned forward, took the initiative to meet the knife, and stabbed with both hands.

"Oops, a fake move." The escort opened his mouth wide, panicked, his eyes showed panic, and his body stagnated for a moment.

"Puff!" The tip of the knife pierced into the flesh, and blood splattered.

The escort still had a panic expression, and he looked down at the knife that pierced his body dully.

The knife was on his chest, and blood gurgled from the wound.

Then there was a feeling of suffocation, difficulty breathing, and then unspeakable pain.

145, 110, 101, 78...

In Ye Buwen's sight, the escort's health bar flashed a few numbers, then dropped to 78, and then slowly dropped.

"Save me, let me go." The escort cried bitterly, his expression twisted and ferocious with pleading, and he struggled to squeeze out a slight sound from his throat.

Ye Buwen's expression did not move, and there was no trace of humanity on his face, just like a puppet.

With a swing of his arm, Ye Buwen drew out his long knife, and the escort fell to the ground.

"Lao Lin!" A shout came from the crowd.

Ye Buwen raised the knife again, with the tip of the knife pointing downward.

"I'll send you on your way, so you don't have to suffer." Ye Buwen said softly, and stabbed down fiercely.

In an instant, a miserable scream marked the complete loss of life of the escort.

The blood bar returned to zero and then disappeared, which meant that this body had lost its vitality and died, and was a dead object in the blood bar field of view and was not displayed.