The Ronnie River reflects the reflection of several people, and the curling smoke from cooking cooks became even more distant above the river. Occasionally, a breeze blew, disturbing the clear dreams all over the river and bringing the aroma of barbecue.

Tranquil, distant and comfortable.

But Spielberg knew that all this was a manifestation. No matter how distant and comfortable the scene was, it could not change the man's fierce nature. He was the most terrifying murderer in the history of the Imperial Empire, and a dangerous prisoner who dared to attack the majesty of the empire and the royal family.

No matter how comfortable and quiet the scene was, it could turn into a bloody slaughterhouse in front of him in the next second, dripping blood, as if he was hell.

Besides, even when they were having a picnic at this time, they were prisoners pursued by the Insit Empire with all their might. Those Insit Empire police detectives who were like hawks and dogs would appear in front of them in the next moment.

So even though Spielberg, a man with a fat face, was barbecuing meat seriously at this time, he also focused on observing the situation on Bai Yang at all times.

There are secrets about "gods", and even secrets related to becoming a god. Even the Insit Empire is tempted by things, will not fight?

Just as Spielberg was distracted, with a crisp "pop" sound, the 80-year-old gentleman slapped Spielberg's bare head.

"You damn bad guy, you didn't even notice it? You're a waste of food, do you know?"

The old gentleman was like an angry lion at this moment, roaring at Spielberg, a criminal with a fat face. He didn't look like an old man in his eighties who was about to die.

Spielberg touched his painful head, and he really wanted to say: Hey! Old man, do you know that you are hitting the head of an extremely vicious criminal?

But looking at the old gentleman's face, Spielberg finally didn't say it. Well... his meat was indeed burnt, and... Is the old man's hand strength so strong now?

"I will pay attention." Spielberg said honestly, with a look of embarrassment on his fierce face.

At this moment, Spielberg, who had been paying attention to Bai Yang and the others in the distance, swept the light to Bai Yang and hold the knife. He subconsciously used force.

"Click!"

The wooden stick for barbecue was instantly broken by the man about 1.9 meters tall. The old gentleman who heard the broken wooden strips turned around.

"Oh, my god, what did you do again? You bad boy."

Spielberg glanced at the poplar in the distance, and his heart was completely confused. The man was holding a knife, who would he cut?

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" the old gentleman continued.

"The sign broke, change another one."

Spielberg said to the old gentleman, while continuing to look at the poplars in the distance with his eyes.

Since he met Bai Yang, once this man holds a weapon, someone will always be in trouble.

From prison to the Insit Police Station in Rota City, there is never an exception, so who will be the one who is unlucky this time?

………

"Are you serious?"

The hooded monk Jikong raised his head, his bald head shone with golden light under the clear sky, and his expression was serious.

"It doesn't matter whether you are serious or not."

Bai Yang put Tang Heng's knife in front of him with one hand. He wanted to try the hooded man was not on a whim, but just wanted to know what level he was in the so-called mysterious world.

What can truly verify the level in this world is actual combat.

Tang Hengdao was just crossing between the two people. Bai Yang's body seemed to be completely torn apart in a disguise, and a fierce aura like a ghost surged out from the torn disguise. It was killing, riot, barbarism, bloody...

There was no change in vision, but Monk Jikong could feel a sense of oppression coming to his face. He had felt this breath in the bar in Rota City, but it was even worse at this time.

This Tang Heng sword was well maintained when it was in Kevin's hand. From the blade to the scabbard, it was shining with a metallic luster and shining like a work of art. However, when it came to Bai Poplar's hands, it was no longer as beautiful as before. The blood left deep marks on the scabbard, but it was more like a murder weapon, and it felt like a thorn on the back when people saw it.

Bai Yang held the scabbard in one hand and sat on the bluestone, quietly looking at the person in front of him, but the pressure came like mountains and seas.

"If you want me to join you, you must always try your standards."

In Baiyang's hoarse voice, there seemed to be a vague excitement, an excitement that Baiyang himself did not realize, which was the roar and shouting deep in the blood.

"It's true that there's a fight."

Monk Jikong sighed. He had studied "Qiao Zhiwen". Whether it was from what this man did in Rota City these days or the behavior he showed in the bar that day, it would be difficult to succeed if he didn't take action.

Because he himself is an evil ghost crawling out of hell, and his body is covered with restlessness and madness.

No one can convince the evil ghosts without taking action, even Buddha, Monk Jikong cannot.

But Monk Jikong was sure to win because he was not upgraded for the second time, but the third time, and had even reached the edge of the fourth time. Each upgrade was a leap of the essence of life, and the fourth time upgrade could even touch the power that truly belonged to the mysterious world. Although Monk Jikong had not reached this point, it was enough.

Even in the Inst Empire, this is close to the level of the elites of the Akali Academy.

Monk Jikong glanced at the old gentleman who was focusing on cooking and the anxious Spielberg next to him, and inadvertently placed his hands in front of him that were most suitable for blocking and counterattacking:

"Just here?"

The aura on Bai Yang's body became more and more fierce, like a gushing volcano, wantonly and crazy, but his eyes were calmly looking at Monk Jikong and said:

"It's here...it won't take much time."

Bai Yang's instinct told him that this blue-eyed monk could not survive three moves in front of him.

From the time Poplar came to this world and started in Alsace Prison, he never missed this instinct, just like being able to predict the future beyond time.

I may be far stronger than I thought... Bai Yang said in his heart.

Jikong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but at this moment, Bai Yang's right hand was placed on the hilt of the knife.

Bai Yang learned a lot of swordsmanship in his previous life, but he didn't learn it, but this did not prevent him from losing.

Because his sword is faster than everyone's, as long as he draws the sword, no one can stand in front of him.

All invincible, only fast cannot be broken!

The road to strength has always been so simple, this is what Poplar thinks.

"Tear!"

The air seemed to be torn apart in an instant, and the speed of the poplar instantly broke through the speed of sound. If there was a speed detector at this time, it could clearly sense that the speed of the poplar exceeded 500m/s at this moment.

This is also the fact that Bai Yang has truly exploded to 80% of his own level since he woke up that night. Tang Hengdao trembled in the air, vibrating by the rapidly cutting air.

Bai Yang's heartbeat instantly exceeded 200 per minute. At this moment, the time was infinitely lengthened in his eyes. Bai Yang could even see the dust in the air, the torn air ripples, and the pores on the body of Monk Jikong.

Tang Heng waved his sword!

Bai Yang was still sitting in his original position. In the space between Bai Yang and Jikong, the path that Tang Heng's blade passed by sharp sword appeared terrifying sound barrier. The sound barrier seemed to be wrapped in a layer of coat on Tang Heng's blade, automatically forming a wind blade, lengthening the entire Tang Heng's sword.

If one day, Bai Yang's sword swing speed can exceed the extreme, perhaps he can really cut out a long sword of forty meters with a knife.

On the sunny Ronnie River, the two people sitting opposite each other began to compete. This was Bai Yang's first time drawing his sword against this mysterious world.

No matter what gods are, it is too far away. I have drawn my sword now, so you should show your quality!

The air tear was like lightning in the eyes of ordinary people. Jikong saw clearly, but he did not see completely. His reaction could barely keep up with this speed, but the speed in his hand could only keep up with one fifth.

Seeing and blocking are completely different concepts.

Jikong just barely raised his hand and made a blocking gesture. The Tang Heng sword in Bai Yang's hand could already be slashed heavily.

The one who touched Jikong's hands faster than Tang Hengdao was the wind blade that broke through the speed of sound. At the terrifying speed, the air was enough to cut everything.

The clothes on Jikong's hands were instantly torn apart and turned into countless silk threads, revealing a pure copper wrist guard, shining with metallic glow.

Tang Heng's knife in Bai Yang's hand slashed down.

"boom!"

The stone where Monk Jikong sat down shattered directly. The terrifying force penetrated his body and landed on the remaining huge pebbles. Even so Jikong did not stop. His legs were nailed to the ground, and he slipped nearly ten meters away in an instant.

But all this is not over yet. Bai Yang's second sword has arrived, like the blade swinged by the devil.

The fierce aura of Bai Yang almost pressed on Jikong's face, which was even stronger than the beginning, and the terrifying sense of oppression was almost suffocating.

This is not right!

So fast!

How could it be so fast!

Jikong couldn't understand that this shouldn't be something that a person who had only upgraded once could do, but he had no time to think about it because Bai Yang's second knife had fallen.

The instantaneous speed of the blade directly exceeded double the speed of sound. Bai Yang used his strength for the first time and the air ripples were rippled.

"boom!"

Dust covering the sky and the sun rose above the ground.

"You're defeated!"

In the dust, the cold sound of poplars sounded.

It took more than ten seconds for the dust to fall slowly, revealing the figures in it.

Monk Jikong knelt on one knee, the protective wall on his hand shattered, and a bone-stricken wound was left on his arm, and blood flowed down his arm.

Bai Yang's blade lay on Monk Jikong's neck and looked down at Monk Jikong from a high place.

From the time Bai Yang drew his sword to the time when Monk Jikong knelt on the ground, in less than two seconds, Monk Jikong felt that it had been at least half a day.

When the last knife was done, if it weren't for "Qiao Zhiwen"'s efforts, he might have died.

………

Sure enough, he cut off people... Spielberg's face looked like this indeed, as the person who came out of Assals prison with Bai Yang, he knew this man so well.
To be continued...