Hail the King

Chapter 282, the heart of perfection

The West of the Imperial Capital.

The eleven black giant towers of the Knights’ Temple are towering.

In the spacious hall on the first floor of the black main tower in the center, two giant knights with a height of 100 meters are under the vivid statue of a sword. A stalwart figure stands back, and the bright red cloak is completely scattered. Out of this figure is as tall as a mountain, and a natural and noble atmosphere in the calm is invisible.

"grown ups!"

The six figures of the atmosphere did not dare to lie on the ground of Guanghua.

It is the six ruling knights who have just returned from the No. 1 test sword in the 20 Liying District outside the Imperial Capital.

"Well, the second knight, I am urging you to come back, but you are not satisfied with your heart?" Weihang figure did not look back, a golden long hair quietly hang down the bright red cloak, down to the waist, his voice There is a power that affects the mind of the human being.

"Subordinates...Don't dare!"

In the eyes of the second knight, there was a hint of unwillingness and hate. However, this unwillingness and hatred were quickly replaced by deep fear and awe. In front of this stalwart figure, it was as strong as the second killing knight. I dare not have the slightest disobedience and offense. In front of others, he is the second-largest figure in the top ten rulings of the Imperial Knights Hall, but as long as the figure of this stalwart is willing, a little thought, he will have nothing. Suspense to lose everything.

"Oh, don't you dare? Is that really disappointing in my heart?" The back of the giant statue of the Knight Zema faintly asked.

"No... no, subordinate...there is only..." The second [killing knight] has a tight heart and does not know how to explain it.

"Okay! No explanation! Oh, my jealousy, you all know, who dares to reach out to the Imperial Knights Hall, you have to be ready to destroy... This time, you really thought I was a bit I don't know?" The stalwart figure turned suddenly. Under the long blond hair, it was a strange black mask. I couldn't see his face, but the blue eyes of the pupils shot a chilling light: "Look It’s been a long time since the Knight’s Temple was quiet. Some people have forgotten the **** lessons of the past. The second knight, why should it be difficult for the shampoo king? How dare to ruin the fairness of the test sword duel before tens of thousands of people, do you Should we challenge the majesty of the law enacted by His Majesty the Great?

The second [killing knight] was shocked and quickly lowered his head to the ground.

"Hey, the Knights of the Empire ruled the knight's reputation, because of your actions and shame!" Gao Dawei's figure turned into a distant door in the footsteps, and the bright red cloak dragged on the smooth mirrored ground. Like a river of rolling blood flowing through the hall.

"The second knight, the fourth knight, the fifth knight, the three of you do not meet the Knights' rules, from the black prison to 30 days, the third knight, the sixth knight, the eighth knight, you three also into the black prison Supervised, ten days!"

When the figure under the **** cloak disappeared, his voice still echoed in the hall.

No one dares to question any such an order.

"Follow, adults!" Six people slammed their lives.

Suddenly, a red flame shimmered from the ground, shrouded the six people, and saw that the hard ground of Guanghua became soft like a watery swamp. The six people gradually sank and disappeared quickly. When the red flame disappeared, the figure of the six disappeared completely.

The entire hall suddenly disappeared without any figure, filled with an indescribable openness and cold.

Among the halls, hundreds of stone pillars carved with various stone carvings of the knights fighting swords stand, telling the story of a scene or a long-term or weeping blood, and in the middle of the whole hall, the two hundred meters The tall white knight horse-riding sword is unusually tall and eye-catching. The statue exudes an indescribable sense of fair mercy, but the white stone giant sword in the hand of the knight seems to be contaminated by something. Black, like a rust.

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The magnificent walls of the imperial city of St. Petersburg are above the main building.

The young emperor, God Andrei, Arshavin looked silently at the towering No. 1 test stand outside the three miles away. His eyes crossed the kilometer and condensed in the open arms to embrace the world. The figure of the body...

A young armored warrior is surrounded by an armored warrior.

There is an inexplicable repression in the air.

"I can't think of it, I really can't think of it... His strength has already reached such a horrible level. Is there really such an incredible anti-innate genius in this world?"

Arshavin’s palm gently rubbed the cold wall, and there was a feeling in his heart that he did not understand. He took charge of the first empire of the Empire [Iron Camp], and it was always **** and unrelenting. The emperor and the gods suddenly realized that there was unprecedented confusion in their hearts.

"The first time I met, he was still a small king who barely crossed the five-star initial stage. He still had to rely on the means of pretending to be unable to get on the table to find a chance. I can’t think of it now. The Grand Judgment Knight did not fall into the wind of a round of sun, shampoo king, shampoo king..."

The Emperor and the God of God did not speak.

He thought of the proposal of the long princess Tanasha, but he had to admit that his sister, who is a wise man, was once again right.

"Before the night, in my name, send someone to congratulate him on the congratulations he won on the duel!"

"Follow, Your Highness!"

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Twenty Liying District, around the first test sword.

The cheers are still going on.

The kings of the major affiliated countries looked at each other and began to slowly leave under the protection of the guards. They tried the figure on the sword platform, which gave them a sense of desperate despair and weakness. Everyone understands that after this battle The life of the fragrant king of Alexander, the inevitable Megatron of the entire Zenit Empire, under the jurisdiction of the empire of 250 neighboring countries, no one can fight this small sixth-class affiliated king.

No, maybe there is one!

[One sword].

In the rumor, Shenlong saw the low-key prince of the first-class subsidiary country 'Pro-Winter Country'.

The young prince, who was almost recognized by the entire empire as the first master of the 250-nation country, has been acting very low-key, but his reputation is not low. He has been fighting for more than 100 battles since he debuted. Every single defeat, especially five years ago in the battle of the Imperial Frontier, a single sword in the Zenit Empire’s rival Spartak Empire, a thousand swordsmen, killed a six-star warrior and A prince of the Badak empire, this battle made [a sword] famous in the world five years ago. Later, [one sword] devote himself to practice, the strength is more unpredictable, but the number of shots is less and less, who I don't know what level he has reached now.

Now there is only one sword, but it is a battle with the shampoo king.

The kings of the dependent countries left their hearts with care, which did not prevent others from worshipping the shampoo kings, especially some affiliated state warriors. Most of them were low-ranking and low-ranking warriors. Some people did not even reach the stars. Living in the ice and the fire, I walked on the death line, using my own life, using my own flesh and blood to seek the city of life of my own and my loved ones.

People like them, even in the subordinate countries, are only the people in the lower ranks. The strong people of Azeroth are respected. The confrontation on the first sword on the 1st today is a mythical battle for them. The strength, the fiery sword, the roaring black flame serpent, the **** fog of the sky, the glass of the shadows of the world, the swords of the dazzling, the phoenix of the electric phoenix, and so on. For them, it is simply testing their imagination, before they can not imagine the master's lethality can reach this level!

Out of the cult and fanaticism of the strong, they are in the midst of blood and have not been allowed to disperse for a long time.

Among the crowd, the young people in the robes of the animal skin looked up at Sun Fei’s figure, and the slaves in the rotten robes squatted on the ground like praying to the **** of war, and some touched the stars. The samurai on the edge of the warrior sits directly on the knees and feels the slightest breath left by the strong men of the war. In anticipation of gaining something, they will break through the bottleneck that limits their own...

In a crowd about 100 meters from the test sill, a figure wearing a linen-colored clean cloak stood in the same place. His body was slightly thin, but he stood straight and stood still, quietly around. The figure on the sword and the test sword seemed to be incompatible with him. There was no scent in the body, no temperament or magical fluctuations, but people around him could not see this person. No one came up to ask a word.

"Do you dare to ignore me?"

On the test sword, Beyonce, the arrogant woman of the Bigger family, stared at Sun Fei incredulously, like watching a monster.

"Hey, shampoo king, give you the last chance. If you have shown a certain strength today, how can the Dean family be willing to accept you as a king of a small six-nation subsidiary?"

Dean Cazella, the magical genius of the Dean family, pointed to Sun Fei, who was extremely proud and said coldly with a threatening meaning.

Sun Fei had two slaps to push the two ancestors who did not know the heights of the sky.

He has seen too many two hundred and five people in his two worlds, but he has never seen it clearly that he ran to ask for a person but put a pair of charity attitudes. Is it true that the days of pampering have really made these so-called geniuses brains bad? Lost?

"Hey?" Sun Fei suddenly had a bright eye. He saw a familiar figure under the test sword.

Young Byzantine king.

The young king is looking at himself with an ideology of idols. Sun Fei is keenly aware that there seems to be some interesting changes in this young king compared to the encounter last night. This change makes Sun Fei shine. Nodded with satisfaction.

As soon as I thought about it, Sun Fei suddenly made a heart for the young king who had a similar fate with himself.

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