Recommend a book "The Law of Dark Magic"

Book number: 1188334

He's a thief

He doesn't know who his father is

He has a big-name mother

He learned dark magic

He is just a puppet on the chessboard of the peerless powerful man

However... the humble birth, the despised identity and the mediocre talent cannot cover up his crystal heart that makes the elves cover their faces!!!

Watch the growth history of the teenager who screamed wildly for the Banyuezhou Continent, also known as the legend of the yd magician.

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After Zhou Yiran's generals were rewarded one by one, he left the military field. Zhou Cang and others continued to train. The remaining thirty-two level 19 tiger and leopard cavalry had reached level 20. The three new tiger and leopard cavalry, the tiger and leopard cavalry, are about to break through level 16.

The level 15 sharpshooter has reached 400, and another 300 bows and arrows have reached level 14, and they can be upgraded to level 15 immediately. This is the credit of the prison. After all, three tiger and leopard cavalry can be produced every day in the prison, killing one tiger and leopard cavalry. The level 9 archer can be upgraded to two levels, and the level 11 archer can be upgraded to one level.

Now Zhoucheng can only raise 20,000 soldiers and horses. Since the number of soldiers cannot be increased, the level of soldiers must be improved.

There were eight thousand soldiers who had experienced the promotion battle.

Zhou Yiran conducted statistics.

There were more than 9,000 soldiers from level 9 to level 13, of which 4,000 were trained by Han Sui, and the rest were supplemented under Li Yi and Zhao Xiong.

There were more than 5,000 soldiers at level 13. All of these 5,000 people had participated in the promotion battle, and even participated in more than two promotion battles. They were incorporated into Zhou Cang's troops. After all, Zhou Cang was the main force in charge and fighting. If the level was too low, it was easy to lose.

All soldiers from level 14 to level 15 were incorporated into Zhao Bao's troops. Zhao Bao's troops had a heavy responsibility and were responsible for defending the city, and could greatly exert the power of the sharpshooter at the top of the city.

Zhou Yiran walked out of the military field, and a sentry reported to Zhou Yiran, and he was alone outside the city to see him.

Zhou Yiran was puzzled and followed the sentry to the top of the city.

Outside the south gate, on the wide plain, there was a man standing here coldly and arrogantly.

I met like a red date, holding a long knife, the blade was about three feet long, the back of the knife was extremely thick, and the gilded knife rod of 15 feet was like a patterned dragon, and the three feet were floating on the front chest, which was extremely majestic.

Zhou Yiran's eyes lit up and his heart was shocked.

The man looked up at the top of the city, saw Zhou Yi and said, "I'm here to find a place to rest, and I hope you can open the city gate!"

Three days ago.

A man rode his horse forward slowly, dragging a long knife in his hand.

Not far away, more than a dozen bandits gathered to meet this person. They all had pale faces, but they all held weapons in their hands, looking like they were poor and evil. When they saw someone passing by, their eyes shining.

First, the man had an ugly face and rode a thin horse with hair loss. He laughed to the sky and said, "I'm so lucky today. I met another horse riding person! I'm afraid he's much bigger than the guy who fled just now!"

A short man chased him and shouted, "Third Master, look at that man is tall and has weapons in his hand, so I'm afraid it's hard to deal with!"

Another minion cursed: "You are a slut, and you dare to be ambitious to others! Even if he knows martial arts, more than a dozen of us can't kill one of him?"

The bandit leader saw that the man riding the horse was cold and powerful without anger. The wide blade and long sword in his hand was much longer than ordinary weapons. The sword was very heavy, and he felt a little timid in his heart. He waved the knife and shouted: "The boy in front, hand over all the property and horses quickly, and spare you all your death!"

The man sneered and said calmly: "It turns out that they are bandits. This is also the chaos in the world and the people are living in trouble, so you bandits are in trouble. I will give you a chance and leave quickly to avoid you from dying!"

The bandit leader was shocked and angry. In front of so many subordinates, he could not retreat and was embarrassed. He raised his sword and said angrily: "Kill you!" He drove his horse and rushed over.

The man's expression remained unchanged. He picked up the big knife and the tip of the knife passed by like lightning. The bandit's head looked in front of him and felt a lightening light in his hand. The steel knife had been lifted into the sky by the tip of the knife and fell into dust from afar.

The bandit leader's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly pulled his horse back, shouting in panic: "Go up together, kill him first!"

The thieves surrounded him with sticks, swords and guns, but they were afraid that the man would be brave and dared not approach him. They just shouted and shouted, and no one dared to attack.

The bandit leader urged the horse to run and pick up the steel knife. Seeing that the thieves were not working hard, they were anxious and angry, and raised their arms and shouted, "Whoever killed him will be the horse!"

When the thieves heard this, they looked at the man's best horse and immediately became like a wolf or a tiger. They shouted and held up their weapons to attack the man.

The man's face darkened, and the wide blade and long sword turned from static, and in the blink of an eye it was already pierced out at a high speed. Most of the thieves were not familiar with martial arts, and they were full of flaws. The tip of the knife broke through the wind and quickly pierced into the throat that was the first to attack the person. He gently pulled it, tearing the man's neck, and blood spurted out. The thief ran two more steps, his knees softened, and fell under the horse with a plop, twisted his body twice, and died.

The thieves were shocked to see this and all their feet were slowed down. With this slow skill, the man had already waved his broad blade and long sword, drew an arc in the air, and slashed towards the thieves.

The wide-blade long sword was originally made of steel, so heavy that the sword man was born with great force. He waved the wide-blade long sword, and the whistle and wind sounded. Before the bandits approached him could raise the knife to block the grid, they were already hit on the face by the heavy blade. They could not even make a scream, and their heads were broken into pieces and died tragically on the ground.

He killed one person, but the heavy knife castrates without any reduction. He still cuts down on the arc to a bandit down. The bandit moves flexibly and hurriedly raises his stick to block the grid.

These bandits were all thieves who were unwilling to let go, and their equipment was naturally not as good as the private army raised by the government army and the princes of various towns. Even the army and horses ruled by the Yellow Turban leader were incomparable. This thief was a poor thief, and he only had a heavy wooden stick with only a few nails on the top, which was considered a mace.

Although he tried hard to resist and hit the crescent blade with one stick, it broke with the sound. The crescent blade slashed on his neck without any obstacles, and the big head soared into the sky, blood rushed out of his neck, shot straight to three feet away, and blood was stained with dust.

The headless corpse still refused to fall for a moment. He stood in front of the horse for a while before he fell to the ground.

The blade slowly slowed down and slashed towards the third bandit. The bandit was pitifully poor. He held a short knife in his hand and was trembling. The end of the knife had already hit his head, screaming, and his head shattered and died.

The sword force was exhausted, and the man used his arms to force the wide blade and long sword to retract it. By the way, he wiped it between a thief's neck. The crescent blade hooked a huge gap in the fragile neck. The thief screamed and fell to the ground, his limbs twitching continuously.

The thieves had never seen such a brave man in their lives, and they were all scared to death. The man with a wide blade and long sword held the horse's belly and headed straight for the bandit leader. He shook his right arm and hit the sword hard, smashing the head of a bandit beside him to pieces.

The man held a big knife in his hand and rushed forward. With the horse's stance, he stretched his arm forward, and the big knife stabbed into the back of a bandit again. The sword light formed by the crescent blade almost tear the thief's upper body in half. The thief screamed and fell to the ground with a pounce, and the scream stopped abruptly.

The thieves were shocked. Seeing the enemy riding a tall horse, waving a big sword in his hand, killing his accomplices like a ghost. With each sword being swung, one of them was smashed to pieces and lost their fighting spirit. They turned around and fled wisely, standing there dullly, was already frightened and even forgot the instinct to escape.

The man swung the knife to the right back. A minion standing there was hit by the chest and abdomen by a heavy sword. He immediately tore a big hole that was half a foot long, shattered, and flew backwards to the sky, fell to the ground, and all the intestines and lungs were flowing out, flowing all over the ground.

Before the knife was retracted, he rushed forward with his horse's belly and caught up with a bandit. The tip of the knife was still behind him. He shouted suddenly, and the handle of the knife thrust forward, killing heavily behind the thief's head. The thief immediately burst out his brain and rushed to the ground and died.

In the blink of an eye, the bandit leader died of a disaster. He let go without any ambiguity and ran away. The bandit leader escaped the fastest and had already slapped his horse to more than a hundred steps away. He seemed to be unable to catch up.

The man smiled coldly, hung a wide blade and long knife on the horse's neck, raised his hand to take off the iron-tied hard bow hanging on the horse, and put on a carved feather arrow. With a "swoosh", the sharp arrow broke through the air and shot straight for the bandit leader.

The bandit leader was slamming his horse and suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him. Before he could turn around and look, he felt a pain in his waist, and a sharp arrow shot straight in, piercing out from his lower abdomen and nailing to the back of the thin horse's neck.

The thin horse was in pain, and his feet were terrified, and he ran wildly. After a while, he ran away. The bandit leader lay on the horse's back and screamed wildly. After a while, he fell from the horse's back, struggled and twitched, but he could not die for a while. The scene was extremely miserable.

In an instant, all the bandits died, and the man was not stained with blood.

The long knife was dragged up again, bypassed the corpse, and continued to move forward.

Three days later, the man walked to Zhoucheng. It was getting late and he decided to enter the city to seek a day.

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