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Chapter 1945 Repression and Price

Kahn Continent is a world of swords and magic.

To be precise, this should be a world where other laws have been suppressed to the extreme.

Apart from body refining monks and special magic flow monks, the only one who can exert a little ability is the only one who can exert a little ability.

But even the flow of techniques is suppressed to the limit in this world.

In other words, there are only body refining flows and magic flows in this world.

That is, warriors and magicians.

According to Chu Feng's estimate, the creator of this world should be a monk who is good at body refining and magic.

As for which type it belongs, Chu Feng naturally doesn't know.

In other words, a strong man who has reached the level of being able to create the world is no longer something that Chu Feng can imagine now.

Fortunately, even if other forces were suppressed, Chu Feng still had power in this world.

As time went by, Chu Feng gradually discovered that his Dharma image could hardly be felt.

In other words, he can no longer use the Dharma image here.

And the perception of kendo has also entered a state of looming appearance.

Chu Feng felt that if he used the power of kendo here, he would probably be suppressed to a certain extent.

Even the magic is subject to certain restrictions, only the power of body refining is not subject to any restrictions.

As time went by, even though Chu Feng hid in Lucius's body, he felt that his other power was gradually being suppressed, and this suppression force was constantly becoming stronger.

Even if he is like this, then other monks may not be even more so.

"Those people won't be able to use even a little cultivation level in the end, right?"

Chu Feng had this idea in his mind, but for other passengers, he had nothing to do with him, so he naturally didn't bother with him.

What he pays more attention to is now.

Whoosh-

As a sword light with bright red flames soared into the sky, the people around him couldn't help but look in fear when they looked at Lucius.

Compared with warriors on the road, the mages have a higher status.

Because warriors are just powerful in single-player combat, mages can act on large-scale legion battles, and even their research results can be applied to more aspects.

Moreover, the threshold for warriors is low, while the mage needs to accumulate a lot of knowledge, which has a higher threshold.

However, there are also higher status above the mage.

That is...the magic swordsman.

The so-called magic swordsman is a strong man with two characteristics: a mage and a warrior.

There is no doubt that the magic swordsman must be more advantageous, more comprehensive, and more powerful than warriors or mages.

For those of them who were exiled to this exiled city, let alone mages, there were not even a few real warriors in the entire city, let alone the legendary magic swordsman.

So, when they saw the flames slashed out by Lucius, they were all stunned.

And soon, their eyes were filled with uneasiness.

Because, in their impression, there is no good person in the city of exile.

Good people are here and have no room for survival.

And now, a magic swordsman appears, what does it mean?

It means that the other party can completely rule the entire exiled city by his own strength.

If this really turns out to be like this, do they ordinary exiles still have room to survive?

But at this moment, Lucius took the initiative to speak, "I don't want to hurt people, because I have no grudges with everyone. Now, I just want to meet Joma."

See Joma?

Qiaoma and the others naturally knew.

Among the Exile City, one of the few real warriors were eventually exiled to this exile city with nothing because of the killings and the strong hostility.

Moreover, with his ability, he became one of the few largest leaders in the Exiled City.

There are no real rulers in the exile city, and some are just these leaders.

"Lead the way, Locke, I don't want to make things difficult for you." Lucius shook his head and said.

Lock then came to his senses in a daze, nodded carefully, but his strong body seemed a little disgusted at this moment.

But no one laughed at Locke.

Because they knew that Locke was facing a powerful magic swordsman.

If it were any of them, they wouldn't be much better than Locke, and they might even be scared to the point of being unable to move.

Taking Lucius, the two left the street together.

"Lucius, you..."

As the pedestrians on the road decreased and there were only two people left, Locke looked at Lucius and couldn't help but speak.

Lucius knew that Locke was actually a good person. No matter what he was to others, for Lucius, if it weren't for Locke, he would have starved to death long ago.

"I gained strength," Lucius said calmly.

He indeed gained strength.

With Chu Feng's current cultivation level, forcibly giving a mortal powerful power is nothing.

Feeling the gradual suppression of cultivation, Chu Feng directly stuffed his own insights into Lucius's mind, and used the Creation Swallowing Heavenly Art to forcibly transform Lucius's body.

Before the transformation, Chu Feng had a simple exchange with Lucius.

"If the transformation fails, you may die or become a piece of unconscious meat. Are you sure you will continue to do it? In fact, I also have seeds of strength here, which can slowly make you stronger."

"No." This is Lucius' answer.

"I just want the fastest way to become stronger. Didn't you say that you only have one month in this world? So, I want to let you see what I can do in this month."

"Even if you pay the price of your life?"

"Even if you pay the price of your life!"

“As you wish.”

The forced filling of consciousness and the collapse and reorganization of the body may be able to abandon many feelings for powerful monks.

But Lucius is just a mortal, and the only thing he can do is passively accept it.

Then, he succeeded.

He accepted the power, and he survived, and was not crazy.

His past, the despair he experienced, brought him a stronger willpower than he imagined, and he persisted in that inhuman pain.

The gains of persistence are to give this powerful force that has never felt before!

Bang!!!

The gate of a dilapidated tavern was kicked open by Lucius.

"Joma, come out and die!!!"

Locke was behind, silently looking at Lucius's not-so-tall back, his eyes becoming a little complicated.

He firmly believed that there was never a free lunch in the world, and Lucius indeed gained strength.
Chapter completed!
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