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On the square in the center of a city in the Ottoman Empire, there were pedestrians standing in front, back and left and right. Some were passers-by carrying vegetable baskets, some were noble children wearing long swords, some were city guards wearing armor, and some children holding toys and some old men and women in old age.

This circle is very big. If you think about a rough calculation, it is about a thousand meters in diameter. So many people are gathering together, not just to join in the fun, but also to watch a wonderful action blockbuster for free. Everyone who stops and stops is more interested in turning their attention to the ten people in the circle.

Of course, they are not very clear about what will happen next, but at least these people can be sure that a battle that is rare in this life is about to happen here, and it is not a simple exchange. It is just that the murderous aura that Guangguang vaguely feels from the circle. Everyone understands that this will definitely be a bloody battle, either you die or I die.

The spectators didn't want to talk about it, but the atmosphere in the venue was too tense. Although they did not participate in the battle and were just watching, just this made them feel like they were almost unable to breathe by some invisible pressure.

So no one spoke, no one had the courage to speak, and all the onlookers watched quietly at the ten people who were motionless in the venue with a feeling of expectation and anxiety.

There were ten people in the circle. These ten people did not stand side by side in a five-on-five way, but eight of them scattered each other and stood in the eight directions of the other person in a surround way, surrounding him firmly. As for the last person, they stood on the periphery of the eight-person circle with a fierce look on their faces.

He looked at the young man surrounded by eight people in a bad mood and said in a deep voice: "Croyd, I will give you another last chance. If you surrender now, I can save you from death, otherwise you will definitely die later."

He is only twelve or thirteen years old, and is less than 1.6 meters tall, but behind him is carrying a blood-red heavy sword that is more than two meters long. The person did not move a step, but it puts endless pressure on people, just like a hill suddenly falling from the sky fell into your heart, making all the onlookers feel that they have to hold their breath temporarily.

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

His voice was very cold and the volume was not loud, but because of the extremely quiet inside the venue, every spectator present could hear it clearly. The young man named Bro naturally heard this answer full of contempt and disdain.

Bro, this is a surname. No one who lives in this city does not know this surname, because Bro is the only hereditary nobleman recognized by the king. Herd is not only status, but also money and huge power. Each generation of mayors can be said to be the responsibility of the contemporary heirs of the Bro family, and there will be no changes at all.

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

However, the Bro's family can become the only candidate for mayor for generations, which is also related to their family's strength as strong as a city wall. The entire Bro's family not only has many descendants, but also are all super-strong swordsmen. It can be said that this is a family of cultivators who have practiced swordsmanship for generations.

If the Bro's family is placed in the capital Sword Saint City, it will naturally not be famous. However, in this small town, it will show the strong strength of the Bro's family. Brody is the heir of this generation of Bro's family and is also the only candidate for the mayor. Therefore, for those who dare to challenge his majesty, he can only kill him and then quickly.

In order to establish authority in the hearts of the people and to make the people who are about to become their own people worship themselves as if they are their fathers, Brody made the decision to kill the boy who was overestimating his abilities. With a light wave, Brody issued a kill order to his eight most proud subordinates.

The eight middle-aged swordsmen who had been maintaining their preparatory postures nodded neatly after discovering the young master's eyes, and then tightened the sword in their hands at the same time. Without any discussion, they stepped forward at the same time, as if they were tying their pockets, turning into eight afterimages, which instantly narrowed the encirclement by half.

The eight swordsmen moved extremely fast. With just a few breaths, they had already approached the boy surrounded by them. The people around them didn't see clearly how they were moving. They just felt that the eight people in front of them suddenly moved at the same time, as if they were afterimages produced by shaking their fingers quickly.

Each swordsman had more than ten illusory figures. After that, all the onlookers felt that a sudden burst of tears in front of them, and they couldn't tell which one was their real body and which one was the illusory figure.

"Wow!" It seemed like the waves soaring into the sky, and it was like a thunderbolt falling from the sky. The spectators who had to remain silent were forced by the suppressed atmosphere and finally screamed at the same time. They were not because of panic, but because of their complete panic and excitement.

Thousands of people screamed at the same time and immediately formed a huge sound over the battlefield, just like a violent rolling water surface. Even after a moment, everyone subconsciously stopped their mouths, but there were still echoes around them like rumble and thunder rolling into their ears.

"This...the speed is so fast, it has far exceeded the speed of the bullet! It's too fast!" The echo echoed, after a man who couldn't help but speak because he was too excited to speak, the people who remained silent and dared not discuss seemed to be ignited by the lead. Suddenly, they seemed to be in a panic and began to talk all the time.

The battlefield, which originally had only echoes but no conversation, suddenly seemed to have become a noisy vegetable market in an instant, with all the words, but they did not leave. Instead, more and more visitors gathered. From a bird's eye view, the eight swordsmen had been reduced to a circle of only ten meters in diameter, which seemed like a huge beehive. Innumerable people were hearing the sound from all directions, and they doubled the circle, which had originally only thousands of people watched.

"Hey! Who would win?" A rustic foreigner pushed the arm of a woman beside him and asked curiously.

"Nonsense. Of course it's Mr. Brody." The lady beside him did not reply, but instead a thin old man behind him sneered.

"I don't think so. Maybe I will lose." The foreigner said with a smirk and shook his head.

He actually had no malicious intentions, just joked casually. In his hometown, he was born to joke and liked to argue with others. Unexpectedly, as soon as he said his words, they attracted the cold eyes of everyone around him. Then he seemed to have been stabbed in the heart, and his whole body was so scared that he trembled and did not dare to speak again.

At this time, the lady who was pushed by him slowly said: "Young Master Brody is the oldest son of the mayor. He is also a genius who has practiced our Ottoman swordsman since he was a child. He cannot lose, but the only one who will lose will be the young man who overestimates his abilities and dares to challenge the master's majesty. No, he will definitely die. The outcome will be decided soon."

"Master Brody?" The foreigner repeated the sentence, and then he immediately remembered that the family his father told him to join before he entered the city was the Brody family?

When he heard that it was the mayor's eldest son, the foreigner suddenly became excited. His eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was talking about his ancestors. His eyes were filled with admiration and he said excitedly: "You mean, this person is called Brody, oh no. Is this young master Brody 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 foreigner, they accepted this foreigner who had just come from another place at this moment.

The discussion grew again and the momentum became louder and louder. As the people who were originally just talking quietly gathered more and more people around them, they gradually became bolder with the increasing noisy atmosphere. They no longer talked softly, but shouted loudly and began to cheer for Brody on the side. There were even harsh words of sarcasm, sarcasm and even ridicule Croyd.

"Kid! Are you scared? Why don't you take action? Are you scared by the experts of the Bro family in our city?"

"Yes! When you first challenged Master Brody, weren't you very confident? Why don't you say a word now? If you have the ability, you should speak. I see, you are not just scared, but you may be afraid of death."

"Not bad. You're just afraid to die. I think this little kid is so scared that he wet his pants. But it's too late to regret it now. Little kid, wait for death. We won't sympathize with you, a little kid who dares to offend Master Brody."

"Go to death! A little thing who is ignorant of the sky and the earth! Kill him!"

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

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

After a speech that seemed to be a criminal judge, Piaotian Wenxue.com surrounded the battle venue and was so crowded that all the spectators were infected by the anger of other people around, and they echoed one after another, saying, "Kill him!"

For a moment, the voices of almost tens of thousands of people were like an invisible momentum, constantly encouraging the eight swordsmen who were unable to hurt the boy and began to feel suspicious in their hearts.

More than half an hour has passed since the beginning of the battle. Although the eight swordsmen took action at the same time, slashing and stabbing the young man's key points in various places, the young man's skills were too strange. He was like a ghost that did not exist here, and he could dodge his attack against the sword blade every time.

The eight swordsmen suddenly had many doubts in their hearts, but just when they felt that the young man was not simple and planned to deal with it seriously, the cheering sounds around him, which were as powerful as an unimaginable force, instantly injected into their bodies, making their somewhat shaken confidence doubled in an instant, and their confidence immediately turned into arrogance.

Almost at the same time, the eight people felt the urge to show off in front of these spectators. So, the eight swordsmen who had just entered the level of intermediate cultivators all used their own tricks at the same time and rushed towards the young man who was firmly surrounded by them.

Croyd glanced at the eight swordsmen indifferently, and was too lazy to say a word. He just flashed a cold light in his eyes, and he pulled out the blood-red heavy sword behind him at a lightning speed. At the same time, his body quickly rotated like a gyro. At the same time, his eight terrifying sword moves attacked him from all directions, the blood-red heavy sword in his hand suddenly swung out.

After hearing eight "bangs" suddenly burst out in the air, my confidence was high, but I rushed to Croyd. The eight swordsmen who used their tricks at the same time seemed to hit a spring, all flew backwards at the same time. At the same time, a thin slit like silk appeared on my chest, which quickly spread, a terrible wound that directly divided my body.

The blood was like raining, splattering wildly. The eight swordsmen who were extremely proud and confident in the previous second, and even had an extremely arrogant expression were instantly cut off their entire waist by the boy's sword, and they were divided into two and died.

All the spectators who saw and witnessed this scene with their own eyes were frightened in an instant and pale and speechless. The shock far beyond imagination made them unable to close their mouths, and they forgot to speak for a moment, and the noisy scene instantly fell into a deadly silence.

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