Lord God, start!

Chapter 1 1 Black Talisman Branding Hands!Lord God, start!

"Miko lacquer!"

The muscular man held the heavy sword tightly with both hands to barely support his body. His golden hair and blood on his face made him look like a dying lion: "For two untouchables, I sacrificed an arm. Is it worth ruining my own future?"

He knew very well that all his internal organs were damaged. Such injuries were beyond repair. The only difference was whether death came sooner or later.

The reason why the word "untouchable" is used is just to make the young man opposite him named Wu Ziqi reveal his flaws due to his emotional agitation, and fight with him before his death.

Three meters in front of the strong man, a young man with black hair and black eyes and a broken arm looked pale, looking like he had lost too much blood.

Because his left arm was smashed into a pulp, Wu Ziqi's movements were obviously much slower at this moment, but he still remained vigilant, but he was unforgiving, looking arrogant and arrogant: "Ten thousand dollars can't buy you, I'm happy!" "

"What's more, the couple you call 'untouchables' were the benefactors who gave me a mouthful of hot porridge when I was hungry, cold, and desperate after I wandered to this place."

"Originally, I planned to devote myself to hard training. After I became the strongest in this world and won the title of [Sword Leader], I would return home in fine clothes and make them rich and wealthy for the rest of their lives."

"It's just that I didn't expect..."

At this point, the young man frowned and glanced sideways at the strong man: "They were smashed into a pulp by you just because of the ridiculous reason of not kneeling in time."

When the strong man heard this, a look of disbelief suddenly appeared on his face.

Although avenging one's benefactor and risking one's future and even one's life is indeed a bit like the ancient heroic spirit, but...

Wu Ziqi is not much better than himself!
It's just a favor to come here to fight with yourself?

"Hey!"

Wu Ziqi's sharp eyes were firmly locked on the strong man, keeping a relatively safe distance from him, tearing off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, not caring about whether there were bacteria or viruses, and roughly wrapping it around the broken arm. , forcibly stopped the bleeding: "A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of water - you haven't heard of this sentence, right?"

"This is the cultural difference and the generation gap in the world."

Hearing this, the strong man felt uneasy.

"A righteous man..."

The idea of ​​dying together with the young man in the mind of the blond man wavered for a moment.

"No! This kid must be killed! Even if he dies, he must pay the price!"

The strong man's eyes were filled with confusion, and he reaffirmed his murderous intention.

Just as he was about to take action, he felt alarm bells ringing in his heart. He just had time to pull the heavy sword out of the mud when he noticed a flash of black light in front of his eyes.

欻!
The sword blade strikes and the cold front rages!
The strong man felt a chill in his throat, his whole body became light, and he immediately fell into an eternal sleep.

"Phew... finally got rid of this guy!"

Looking at the headless body of the strong man, Wu Ziqi kicked the dead head away, then he breathed a sigh of relief, and with a pop, he collapsed to the ground without any image.

"Hiss! It hurts! This is what it feels like to break an arm! It's interesting..."

Wu Ziqi's handsome face, due to excessive blood loss, looked like a consumption ghost who had been holding a medicine jar all year round. Even breathing was laborious, making people worry that he might die suddenly from this at any time.

"Can't sleep! This place is not safe!"

The young man gritted his teeth so hard that he rolled on the ground like a carp that landed on the beach. He struggled for a long time and was covered in mud and blood before he reluctantly stood up: "It's almost daytime. , if you pass out in this place, you will most likely be killed by those monsters."

"You have more fun when you are alive!"

After looking around and observing briefly, Wu Ziqi took heavy steps and slowly moved towards the passenger compartment in the southwest.

One step, three steps, five steps...

Close, closer!

While seriously injured, Wu Ziqi walked through the fifty most difficult steps in his life.

Finally, he came to the side room, pushed the big bed with one arm and his body, and blocked the door.

After re-bandaging the injury, Wu Ziqi lost consciousness almost as soon as his head touched the jade pillow.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the sky is filled with stars.

The next day, Wu Ziqi, who had been lying in bed for almost a whole day, finally broke out of the state of unconsciousness or deep sleep.

The hard and brittle blood scabs on his body felt unpleasant to the touch.

The strong smell of blood lingering between the nostrils was even more nauseating. "The wound must be cleaned as soon as possible to avoid infection!"

Wu Ziqi subconsciously wanted to reach out his left hand, but missed it - after the battle just now, he had lost his left arm, but... his personal habits took some time to correct.

Using his remaining right hand, he took off the cowhide water bag he carried with him. Gululu drank a few large sips of water, frowned and cleaned the blood from the broken arm. Only then did Wu Ziqi relax a little.

Although he had no appetite, he still took off the homemade dry food sewn into the lining of his jacket, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it bit by bit.

Dried meat mixed with salt and sugar is not very tasty because it has been soaked in blood and sweat, but it is the most convenient nutritional supplement at the moment. It can quickly replenish the electrolytes, protein and calories that you urgently need.

"Now, it's the post-war review stage."

Glancing at his empty left arm, Wu Ziqi raised his eyebrows: "I've become a one-armed man..."

"The downside is that since I lost my arm, my future martial arts training will be much slower due to incomplete limbs and loss of energy and blood."

"If you encounter a strong enemy in the future, there is no need to confront them head-on."

"Using crossbows, poisoning, setting traps, and sprinkling lime on your face are all acceptable. I was still a little stubborn before."

"However, it's not too late to make amends! Once it's safe, you can find ways to increase your cultivation speed and make up for your own shortcomings! Even in this world of swordsmanship and mysticism, even rebirth of a broken arm may not be impossible. !”

however……

The strong sense of weakness and uncertain future brought about by losing an arm did not make Wu Ziqi feel depressed. Instead, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The good thing is that I have avenged Brother Zhao and his sister-in-law."

does it worth?
value!
People who practice martial arts aim to understand one thought!

If you have to be timid in everything you do and seek perfection, then you might as well not practice sword practice in the first place!

When I came to this world where swordsmanship reigned supreme, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter. I was unfamiliar with the place and didn't understand the language. If it hadn't been for the kindness of the newlywed Zhao couple to take me in, I'm afraid I would have been trapped on the first day of time travel. so cold.

Although I lost an arm, I have no regrets!

A person should live his whole life with a clear conscience!
Wu Ziqi, who was boiling with thoughts, suddenly felt a burning sensation in his heart.

next moment……

A ball of hot air followed the heart and suddenly spread throughout the limbs and bones.

Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
A sound like a beating drum came from the chest, and a mysterious and mysterious force evolved out of thin air from the dantian under the lower abdomen, infiltrating and nourishing every cell in his body.

"This...this is...the legendary realm of [Swordsmanship True Seed]?"

Wu Ziqi's eyes widened and he clenched his right fist. The feeling of weakness was swept away, replaced by seemingly inexhaustible energy: "There will be absolutely no mistake!"

"True extraordinary power! Hahahahaha!"

The one-armed boy with black hair and black eyes laughed wildly, turned his right hand over and spread his palm.

His thoughts moved slightly, and a ball of dark flame emerged from his fingertips, flickering on and off.

"Where are we now? The first step in a long march of thousands of miles! Wu Ziqi, you must not be arrogant and complacent!"

"Weakness is never an obstacle to survival, arrogance is! If one day I think that I am 'strong enough and don't need to improve myself', then I will have a way to die!"

Just when the young man silently warned himself not to be inflated by the newly acquired mysterious power, he suddenly discovered...

The extraordinary power that was just nurtured is being consumed at the speed of light and is converging at one point!
"Ok?"

Before he could stop it, they had already condensed into a dark talisman with an inverted figure 8, representing "infinity", on the back of his right hand.

After repeatedly confirming that the [Sword Technique True Seed] he had just formed had not completely disappeared and was slowly recovering, Wu Ziqi focused his attention on that mysterious symbol.

boom!
After a moment of confusion, a strange look appeared on Wu Zi's paint surface.

"It turns out I have a golden finger."

"The talent that can only be awakened when I truly set foot on the extraordinary path..."

"[Great Divine Power·Destiny]!"

After understanding the function of this talent, Wu Ziqi could not help but think of four golden characters.

"Lord God, activate!"

　Hey Hey!Set sail and set sail!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)