The sunlight changes the trajectory bit by bit, and time passes by unconsciously.

A qualified assassin will wait patiently for the appearance of the target, even if the person is numb, his spirit will be meticulous. Until the moment the target appears, he will attack fiercely with lightning speed.

Waiting is a test.

Even if the long wait cannot return the expected results, such training will make people's spirits more tenacious.

Xia Lan is not an assassin, but he has assassin-like patience.

Therefore, he was still waiting quietly in the grass and trees, waiting for the results he expected.

The waiting process is a torment of the spirit. Long-term concentration of the spirit is like a tense bowstring, the breaking of the string at the next moment, or relaxing, are fatal.

If your will is not tenacious enough, be careful, different thoughts will suddenly appear and shake and distract your attention. Such an impact will also become destined.

The suppression of breath did not interfere with the prediction of perception. If he could describe it, he would think of the radar in his previous life, scanning all suspicious targets.

A superior swordsman has their own pride that is superior to others, and after this pride, it is the strength they rely on for trust.

Sword skills, strength, speed.

And all this comes from the energy contained in the body.

After the fall of the gods, the FerNu law was formed. People who were unable to have the ability to communicate began to explore other ways because they were unwilling to become weak people.

The weak live with the strong, and the strong rule and exploit the weak and survive. This is the unchanging truth of this world.

The suffering of the age of the gods passed, and thousands of years of depression and patience finally broke out. People began to pursue strength and freedom. They were afraid that one day they would become weak again and were powerless to resist again.

In fact, man and God are no different, the difference is the power of the difference between the two.

This power created a gap between them, and when people began to gain that power, the infinitely expanded ambition and desire had already made their souls lose themselves, and without realizing it, they had become the "gods" they once cursed and hated.

The world has not changed, the difference is that the top of their heads has changed into them.

On the road to pursuing strength, some people have produced wonderful airflows through physical exercise, and it is this airflow that has begun to lead the changes in the world.

In the age of the gods, no one knew this aura because they had never felt it.

After the FerNu law was formed, qi was also produced, and people began to regard this qi as the legacy of the law to the heaven and earth.

The production of qi comes from absorption during self-exercise. When the qi in the body becomes full and full, qi also undergoes qualitative changes.

The difference in everyone's physical condition determines their absorption and accumulation of qi. In reality, where everyone seems to be able to practice qi, there are only a few people who can truly stand out.

The understanding of qi, the use of qi, etc. have become obstacles to people.

When the qi in the body is formed, people can control the airflow in their bodies, and the randomness of the manipulation process also determines the peak of their future strength.

The flow of air in the body can not only strengthen the body and sharpen the senses, but also slow down the body's injuries and pain through the air in the body to achieve healing effect.

The quality of Qi determines the strength of the effect, and the use of Qi also affects everyone's development.

When you have been accustomed to using Qi in a certain aspect for a long time, the fit of Qi in a certain aspect becomes far beyond that of others. Swordsmen with the same level of strength focus on using Qi in speed, while the other side averages Qi in various places. The result is self-evident. Swordsmen who focus on speed win with overwhelming strength.

This is a use of qi.

There are only two types of people who try to increase their aura with all aspects, idiots and madmen.

There are only a few people who can achieve all-round fits throughout the history of Elderland, and these few people undoubtedly look down on the era they belong to.

Those who dream of becoming such people will only become more mediocre, because they are not the darlings under the FerNu law. Perhaps they have talent, but in the final end, they may not grow to that height and die barely.

Geniuses are all jealous, and peerless geniuses die prematurely.

Xia Lan is not a genius, he just has a mysterious system.

Without this system, he would die in the Year of the Fog Flower, and if he was still alive, the median swordsman was already his culmination.

He has to understand his abilities more than anyone else. He is not strong enough. He cannot rely on himself to become stronger. All he can rely on is the system that keeps him rising.

The system is a cruel existence.

Don't pray for mercy that hopes for it, it will only make you passively accept everything. If you are lazy and give up, it will turn into a dead object without mercy and make you have nothing.

Regarding the use of Qi, Xia Lan concentrated on speed, reacted, took action, and moved.

His choice is simple because he wants to live.

Being able to run faster than others on life is a victory.

The speed of his attack and reaction made him look like an assassin. If he was not sure, he could quickly escape if he failed to hit the attack.

As a swordsman, he does not have excellent sword skills, only basic and practical military swordsmanship. He firmly believes that as long as his sword is faster than others, any skill will be useless.

In the quiet and hidden trace, he suddenly felt that countless strange characters with strong aura were constantly approaching. Who are they?

He suddenly thought, whether these people were the accomplices of the upper swordsman with mysterious origins on the viewing platform.

What do they want to do?

In the direction of their movement, the target was the white "prison" he escaped.

...

"Tirrant, you're finally awake!"

Tilrant slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly heard a familiar caring voice in his ears. His vision gradually became clear. He saw Anqiro's anxious face.

He struggled to get up a little, and a sharp pain suddenly came from the wound on his abdomen, which made him moan in pain.

"If you don't want to die now, stop this reckless move immediately." An Qiluo pressed his body back and lay down.

“When is it now?”

Looking out the window, Tirrant narrowed his eyes and said weakly.

"It will be dusk soon."

"Dununday? It seems that I haven't been in a coma for a long time." Tilrant chuckled.

"Tirrant! Now your body can no longer lead, let me confront His Majesty the King on your behalf."

Seeing the friend's appearance, An Qiluo gritted his teeth and said.

He can't stand it anymore. Do you really want to watch him die? He can't do it!

"No one can change the things I decided! Even if you can't do it! Never do anything stupid. I will let Valdorf monitor and solve everything." Tilrant looked at him with his eyes firm and serious.

"You—" An Qiluo clenched his fist, stared at him hard, then angrily hit his ear, and said, "Is there no room for negotiation?"

Tilrant shook his head gently and said, "I think Valdorf will bring news in a while. Maybe there is no way out for things."

Looking at Anqiro's painful face, Tilrant sighed in his heart, saying, "What about your business? Has the content of the explanation been completed?"

"I have gathered the most loyal members of the society together. The nobles and ministers are all waiting for the despair at any time. However, during the concentration process, we found that someone had escaped!"

Speaking of the escape incident, Anqiluo became angry again.

"How many people have escaped? Who are they?" Tilrant asked quickly.

"As far as we know are three people, one of whom is Teige Husov Ammantas, who is well-known to the capital, and the other two seem to be small nobles outside the capital, namely Norvid Silandov Yare and Delevo Sir. According to the members who guarded Ammantas and the nobles who explained the inside story, Ammantas pretended to be dead and attracted their attention. Yare, who was beside him, took advantage of the opportunity to faint all our members and then changed their clothes to escape. The other little nobleman named Sier seemed to mysteriously disappear when your assassination caused a riot." Anqiro explained slowly.

"Wait, the noble you mentioned named Yarei knocked us all out? Why didn't the members give an alarm at that time?" After thinking for a moment, Tirrant grabbed a question and asked.

"The nobleman named Yare is very strange. According to the explanation of the interrogated nobles, they did not know him. They were recommended by Ammanta Sir. They only knew that the other party was from the province of Dolan. At the same time, the most important thing is that he is very skilled, and almost all the guards were stunned at the same time, and it seemed that they did not give them any chance to react." Anqiluo said solemnly about this.

After pondering for a while, Tilrant sighed, "Forget it, let them escape, but we must try our best to guard the remaining nobles."

"clear!"

Anqiluo said seriously that if he was allowed to find that there were still nobles who tried to escape, he would definitely kill them without mercy.

He will not accept the second shame.

"You're awake?"

The voice of the man in black robe suddenly echoed in the room. The two of them turned their eyes and saw each other appear strangely in front of them.

"Waldolph, I hope you will bring good news." Tilrant smiled reluctantly as he looked at the appearance of the man in black.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tilrant, it seems that your relay has not changed your mind. The guards of the king have already been dispatched." The man in black robe said in a low voice.

"What?"

An Qiluo, who was standing beside him, looked at the man in black in shock. Although he had already accepted the result, his tenacious nerves were shaken when he heard the bad news. He turned around and looked at Tilrant, because this might be his last side with him.

"An Qiluo, go and complete your mission."

Tilrant closed his eyes, struggled to reach out and signaled to retreat in front of him.

"But you-"

"Anqiluo, don't let me down. Our dreams and our future are in your hands. I don't want to see myself unable to hear the horn of hope for the future after I die. I will not be able to rest in peace before the revival of the kingdom comes."

"Take care of yourself!"

"Take care of yourself!"
Chapter completed!