Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 250, the moment of confrontation (on)

"Do you really know what you are doing?"

Myrk pressed the wall with one hand and gasped with a knife.

In his intercostal space, a wound that cuts his robes is immersed in blood.

"Believe me, father," in front of him, Crowey stunned the blood stained on the sword. "I know what I am doing at any time in the past two decades."

Myrk clenched his teeth and pressed his own wound, his brows close.

After all, it is still old, and it is no longer a white-bladed guard.

The knife is rusty, the hands are stagnation, and the body is always slow.

And there are no weapons and equipment for pickpockets...

Melk slowly left the wall and sighed.

He took the handle and used the back of the knife to protect the arm, crossing it in front of him, bending over to make a conservative counterattack, Shen Sheng:

"Your mother won't want to see our swords facing each other."

The female swordsman's face changed.

Croce's expression was very complicated and subtle, like a smile, and the sword's hand trembled slightly.

"It's hard for you to remember her," Crowey's voice wrapped in anger: "Of course, for her, her man, her husband is everything..."

"How can we do things that are not good for you?"

As soon as the voice fell, Kroais stepped forward, and the long sword was like a snake, and it was ruthlessly broken!

Myrk raised his hand subconsciously, leaving the tip of the sword away from the head.

"I know that I am not a good father, and I know that you are very strong, but if this is to retaliate against me..." Myrk overtook Kroai's sword and bite his teeth: "It's not worth it."

Crowee seemed to hear the biggest joke, she snorted and whispered: "Don't be too arrogant, father, you are not that important."

The next moment, I saw Kroais without hesitation, cutting the sword, and taking Myrk's thigh!

Melk struggled to do a step, but ushered in a thorn in the ribs.

Face, thigh, intercostal, wrist, Croy's every offensive is like predicting the next attack point, constantly mobilizing the action of Myrk, saving the sword for the effective prelude of the next attack. Time, torque, angle.

Myrk knew that he was once again caught in the rhythm of the other's expectations - unless there were unexpected changes, it would be lost.

Sure enough, the next second, Croy's sword edge broke through the left shoulder of Melk, bloody!

Myrk rolled over and avoided the next sword, and the wolf slammed out of the five steps.

Croy's nodded nodly: a pity.

Originally, the next sword was able to take the throat without any effort.

Is this what it used to be the White Blade Guard?

"What is it for?"

I saw that Myrk was bathed in blood in the face, and said: "Why stand on the side of the traitor, abandon your monarch, and abandon the creed of the people of the North?"

Crowey looked at her father coldly and shook her head contemptuously.

"I have just been promoted to be the captain of the patriarch," she whispered. "Of course, we must be faithful and dedicated."

Myrk stared at it.

The former king was shaking his head.

"Keep it up," he sighed slowly, looking at Kroai's eyes with disappointment: "Do you think this is his appreciation of you? So faithful reward?"

The hand of Crohn's sword was unconsciously pinched.

"Lombard will not make a little girl to be his guard captain for no reason," I saw. Myrk said in a word: "I have been in the court for too many years, I know them too much. - They are not your ability. It's just your identity and relationship - whether it's me or the tower of the end."

Crowe's pupils slowly narrowed.

silence.

"Thank you for reminding, father," Crowey spit out, gently gritted his teeth, and said:

"Like the past."

Melk frowned.

"Under his men, you are just a strange thing that can be used in an incident, a tool that can be used, a person who can extract value," Melk’s voice continued: "The so-called captain, just a False bait."

The female swordsman opened his legs, sinked his waist, and solemnly lifted the sword to his chest.

It is like facing the most terrible enemy.

"Don't sink again, Croy," Melk shook his head sadly: "Your mother definitely doesn't want to see..."

"Don't mention her again," Crowey interrupted him categorically: "You don't deserve."

Melk looked awkward.

But he then looked up.

"What about Mrs. Adele?"

Croce's expression changed.

Myrk’s voice was steady and calm, but there was a different kind of grief: “After your mother’s death, Madame, she took you with me, raising you, loving you, and treating you as if you were...”

Crowey lowered his head and hid his face in the darkness, her left hand slowly holding the hilt.

"She contributed to send you to the Tower of the End, not to let you go to a leading blood," Melk continued to sigh: "Become a tool for them without knowing..."

The voice did not fall, Crowey suddenly burst, and a sword came!

"clang!"

Melk held the knife in his left hand and smothered the sword.

In front of him, the female swordsman looked crazy and held the sword in both hands, more powerful than ever!

"Adam?"

"She is a good person," Crowey gritted, staring at his father: "But I can't save myself."

My daughter, who is wrestling with her daughter, has a glimpse of her heart.

Melk also clenched his teeth and his hands began to tremble.

"So she sent you to the Tower of the End, in order to give you the power to protect yourself, not to rely on others, not subject to others, to live freely and happily," Melk said painfully: "Away from... The darkness and misfortune she faced."

To his surprise, Kroaihe heard this sentence and actually took a deep breath. .

At that moment, there was an expression on her face that was ridiculed or disdainful.

"You have never changed, aren't you, Byn Myrke?"

Just listening to Croy Ash calmly and disappointed: "Like everyone else."

Myrk gave a slight glimpse: "What?"

The next moment, Croy Ai suddenly launched the power of the end, the sword suddenly suddenly loose!

When Melk felt that the long knife had lost its barrier and the returning power was difficult to return, Croce's sword was twisted on his knife and miraculously swept back to his throat.

But at this time, a long-sworded sword came out from behind Milk's body!

Unbiasedly hit Kroai's sword ridge.

"Ding!"

Melk only felt the ear whispering, and Crowe's sword edge crossed his left ear, and it was cool.

The long sword did not stop, but continued to attack, straight into the wrist of Croix!

Kroai immediately took the sword and stepped back a few steps to avoid the offensive of the sword.

The three men opened the distance.

Melk looked at him with amazement.

"You?" he asked hard.

Crowey fired his eyes and watched the new spoilers.

The man took a sword and whispered.

"Let's go," Miranda Arende stood solemnly on the side of Melk: "You go to help other people - there are not many enemies, but they are widely distributed and try to stop us."

Miranda stared at Croce: "Let me deal with her."

Croy Ash sneered.

Myrk looked at her daughter and looked at Miranda again. She looked like: "I..."

Miranda interrupted him.

"You can't make up your mind, and you can't be enemies with your daughter," she said, faintly, her eyes staying on Croce's face: "It will only make the scene worse."

"Let me come."

Melk stunned.

He looked at his daughter, but Crowey didn't have to pay much attention to what he meant, just staring at Miranda.

In the end, Melk sighed with a deep sigh and turned away.

Myrk’s figure is getting farther and farther.

Miranda gently step forward.

Crowey also walked to her.

The two female swordsmen are silent.

"You have changed a lot, you are all," Miranda broke the silence, and she whispered a friend's nickname: "Aich."

Croy's face was slightly moving.

"You, and Raphael."

Crowey quietly looked at her friends in the same period.

"Not everyone is as constant as Cohen," after a while, Crowey smiled: "Mira."

Miranda shook his head.

"you are wrong."

“Cohen used to be very cheerful and optimistic,” Miranda said faintly: “But far from being so deliberate and exaggerated,”

Crowey looked a glimpse.

Just listen to Miranda and continue to whisper: "He also changed, trying to hide and deny something unwilling to face with that heartless smile."

Miranda raised her eyes.

"And you, Aich?" The girl of Aaron's family looked at the eyes of a friend solemnly: "What are you hiding and denying something?"

The two stopped at the same time - another step forward is the scope of the attack.

Croix did not answer.

"Or I ask another way," Miranda said calmly: "What do you want for Lombard?"

"Don't tell me what 'honor' 'loyalty' 'reward' 'ambition'," Miranda shook his head decisively before the other side spoke: "In my understanding, these things are not enough for you to betray your friends and betray your faith." The betrayal is the pride of the people of the North."

Crowey looked at his old friends and looked complicated.

A few seconds later, the Exeter girl sneered: "This is not the correct posture to ask questions."

Miranda raised an eyebrow.

She glanced at the other's left wrist - the wound that was drawn by herself, wrapped in a bandage.

And the place where his abdomen was injured by Croix is ​​still faint.

“Very good,” Miranda chuckled. “Let’s talk about it.”

In front of Croy's, Miranda's face was dry, and the sword was opened, and the eyes were cold:

"Use the swordsman's method."

————

A strange buzz came.

"Devil's flesh and blood," Kaslan frowned, watching Rafael struggling from the ground, his eyes resting on his arms that did not understand the surging: "Sure enough, as legend, it recovered so quickly. ”

Raphael exhaled slowly and licked his arms: "Are you ready for the next round?"

Kaslan just looked at him quietly.

"It must be uncomfortable, child," said the old man, sighing. "There is always a price to share with those who are not yours."

Raphael's face moved.

The next moment, the young man suddenly burst!

Hey.

Metal sound, long sword out!

The speed is almost impossible to react.

But Kaslan didn't move his stun gun at all, letting it lean against the wall, watching the enemy's swords and wings getting closer and closer to his face.

The next moment, the old man suddenly turned his head, and the side of the body flashed toward the side of the spur of the sword.

Raphael was cold in his heart.

At that moment, the power of the end of his body was stimulated at the same time as that, and the extraordinary strength and speed broke out!

In the gaps that ordinary people can't detect, Raphael's muscles and bones are suffering and suffering tremendous pressure.

At that moment, Raphael’s body speed and strength were raised to the extreme, completing the impossible change, and Jianfeng turned sharply!

In order to catch up on Kaslan's dodge path, defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

This is the inspiration he got from the Tianma movement - to extrude the path of the enemy's dodge, and then use his unique end-of-force and physical superiority to turn hard at the moment when it is impossible to change, and unexpectedly kill the enemy. .

Simple, direct, and often effective.

But in the next second, Kaslan swayed his face with a blank expression and kicked the gun on the wall.

When the soul gun swayed, it slipped.

In the process of falling, it takes the two-thirds of the gun body as the axis and rotates slowly.

Raphael has changed his face!

There is no reason for it: the gun blade of the soul gun is falling on the path he turned back!

According to this trajectory - Raphael's heart is frightened: before killing Kaslan, he will be hit by the gun.

That is...

Soul.

At that moment, the final force that Raphael had already launched was once again reversed and forced to collide with things in the body.

Raphael took two steps in pain and hardened the tendency of the body to change direction.

Inertia afflicted his bones, and Raphael almost spit out a blood.

The gun blade crossed his sleeve.

But Kaslan’s fist has reached his chest!

Raphael knew that this was a moment of life and death, and that the things in his body had never been combined, and the energy broke out at any cost.

His right hand swelled in a strange snoring, his blood vessels arrogant, and he stopped Kaslan's fist.

Boom!

But Raphael’s face changed again—Casslan’s fist was light and ineffective.

Sure enough, the next moment, Kaslan single-handedly grabbed Rafael's sleeves and pushed him in the same direction.

Raphael lost his balance and fell to one side.

What surprised him was that Kaslan pushed him to the direction in which the soul gun fell.

The tip of the gun is facing him.

Raphael has no support, and it is impossible to dodge the gun.

The head of the scorpion gun is getting closer and closer to his face.

At that moment, Rafael decisively loosened the long sword of his left hand, and the blood vessels of his left arm were arrogant, and it became darker!

His left hand instantly pulled back, and a boxing was on the soul gun.

Before the gun blade cut through his nose, he flew the fiercely-known weapon!

thump!

Raphael fell to the ground and coughed up another blood in pain, but he did not dare to stop, rolling two turns to the back side, avoiding Kaslan's attack range.

When!

The soul gun fell to the ground and could not stop.

The metal sound echoed in the hallway.

Kaslan sighed and shook his head: "I saw your expression - you are suffering in pain all the time, feeling their rejection and denial."

The cold and sweaty Raphael bit his teeth, feeling the riots of the body, shaking his hands and heart.

His red eyes stared at Kaslan and his expression was unbelievable.

impossible.

This time, even a chance is not there?

Is it really like the teacher said...

Kaslan Rumba - can't be defeated in front?

"You think you can control them, thinking that they are a negligible embellishment for you, but it is irrelevant."

"but……"

"It's like a rebellion that never subsides," Kaslan said with a stunned look: "When you become weak, when you start to compromise, they come up and attack themselves."

Kaslan looked up and kicked the gun on the ground.

He squatted twice on his chest, coughing, hoarse and sad: "I also tried... cough... I know."

"When you abandon the pure self, compromise with reality, accept what is not yours," Kaslan looked up in pain. "This is the consequence."

"Or sooner or later, you will become a non-human appearance that you can't recognize yourself."

The old man looked at Raphael’s struggle and groan on the ground, and sadly said: "I am sorry for Shao, apologizing to you for the Tower of the End, child."

Rafael's face changed.

"Apologize to me?" He clenched his teeth in silence.

"The self-righteous old man," Raphael trembled, squinting and raising his head, cold sweat, but sneer: "I don't know what you are, you know?"

Kaslan sighed and shook his head.

"I understand Shao."

"He is a good man, always thinking about carrying mistakes and making up for mistakes." Kaslan looked at his opponent and coughed: "But many times, the most cruel decisions are made by good people." ”

Raphael looked blankly at the old man.

"Reassured," Kaslan sighed. He pulled the gun and stepped closer to Raphael. His tone was full of apologies: "You don't have to suffer from it soon."

The old man raised the scorpion gun and pointed it to Raphael on the ground.

Just at this time.

tread! tread! tread!

The rushing footsteps came from behind Kaslan.

Getting closer.

"call!"

What followed was the sharp blade!

Kaslan looked calm, and he jerked back and swept his gun!

"Hey!" The long shot hit the wall on one side, and the gravel splashed.

Kaslan frowned: he didn't hit the enemy - the sneak attacker had already shoveled up and slid away, avoiding the sweep radius of the scorpion gun and sliding to his side!

The old man who had experienced a hundred wars immediately turned his face, and his legs quickly withdrew, avoiding the two knives on the ground.

After the enemy retired from Kaslan, he did not continue to attack. He was half on the ground and slowly stood up.

Raphael saw the appearance of the coming man and widened his eyes.

"How come you, what about those soldiers?"

Kaslan also saw people coming, the old man looks complicated and his throat is moving.

"I am lucky." The man licked the knife on his hand.

"And you, I haven’t seen the battlefield a few times at a glance," the stranger said coldly to Rafael. The unwelcome words made people feel uncomfortable: "I don’t even know **** people."

"And, no thanks."

Raphael sighed and trembled to hold the ground and stood up.

"You can't talk well?" The youngsters of the Secrets are unhappy.

The person snorted and turned to face Kaslan.

"Go, boy."

Rafael raised his eyebrows: Obviously, this guy has no intention of "speaking well."

"The Comet" Lord Seri Niely - the commander of the White Blade Guard, who should have blocked the chasing at the gate of the palace, stood in front of Kaslan in arrogance, his eyes full of anger and hate.

"Now, this is the housekeeping of the White Blade Guard."

Kaslan and Niely are opposite each other.

One side is complex and subtle, and one side is indifferent and resentful.

It seems as if you want to see what is coming from the other's eyes.

Raphael picked up his long sword and frowned slightly: "Can you fix him alone? This guy is hard..."

"Get it." Niely was cold and impatient, interrupting him.

"A sixty or seventy-year-old, I don't know when I will die." In the strange expression of Raphael, the comet dismissed the truth: "The people who will lose to him are probably fools." (In a corner of Longyan City, a short man wearing a cloak bites a chicken leg and sneezes.)

Listening to the other side's deliberate sarcasm, Rafael's brows wrinkled more and more tightly.

Kaslan looked at their interaction and revealed a smile.

That kid.

As always, I owe it.

Raphael coughed.

"I guess," he reminded Nicholas quietly, while subtly rescording: "The young and brave Grandpa of Peifu, before the duel with the old King of Nunn..."

"It's the same."

Nilailai turned back.

There is also a murderous look.

"That's all right," Raphael raised his hands, stepped back two steps, and raised his eyebrows: "You talk, don't bother."

The youngsters of the Secrets disappeared into the turns of the corridor.

Only Kaslan and Nilailai are left in the corridor.

There was a vague fight from the ear.

Nicholas silently looked back at Kaslan.

He opened his mouth and wanted to talk, but he eventually tightened weakly.

Kaslan also stopped at the same time.

The two commanders of the White Blade Guard were squatting in a strange and tense atmosphere.

Finally, Niely gritted his teeth.

"I haven't seen you for a long time." The comet took the lead, and there was a wrath in the voice.

He struggled to call a name that had not been called for many years:

"Head."

Niely grinds his teeth and his eyes are complicated.

For twenty years, only someone else called him like this.

I have forgotten that it is time to call someone like this.

Head.

Kaslan sighed and bowed his head.

"Yes."

"I still want to see when I can see you," Kaslan said gently, also calling a name that had not been known for many years: "You are late, thorns."

Nie's expression was slightly moved.

He snorted.

"There was a delay in front of the palace gate," Nie Lai shook his head, watching Kaslan's eyes worse and worse:

"Unfortunately, you can't punish me for another lap."

At that moment, Kaslan looked at Nie Lai in front of him, and he was awkward.

It seems to have returned to the past.

"Before the palace gate?" The old man moved slightly.

"You blocked the soldiers, are you?"

"You used the ability to break the blade of the soul..." Kaslan sighed slightly, with deep meaning, and punctually said: "You know, ‘you can’t escape.’”

Niely slowly nodded.

"Yeah," the comet was pale and indifferent, and responded to him with the name of the ability to break the soul: "You can't escape."

Nie Lai stepped forward and faced the ice: "The land," the former guard captain of Nunn, the former commander of the White Blade Guard."

"Lord Kaslan Rumba."

The two were silent for another second.

Silent sadness hits the heart of Kaslan.

"Stabbing," Kaslan sighed, his face lonely and sad: "Are you asking me?"

Niely looked at him coldly.

Look at your former commander.

"Do not."

The comet is short and powerful:

"That is what you have to do now."

Kaslan brows slightly.

"Reassured, head," Nie Lai is cold and cold, with mixed pain and hatred in his eyes:

"I will send you to see him."

Thank you for your concern and understanding.

I have already had a fever, I am still coughing, and I continue to take medicine in these days.

Resume the update.

Let's go.

(End of this chapter)