Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 521 is more than the end of power

"People Leo Piroga, Lord Duke."

The guards who walked out of the queue looked like they were forty years old. They had a beard on their chin. It was quite funny. I saw him respectfully saluting Tyres:

"In your Guard, it is a humble and ordinary logistics officer."

“I am honored to be a sparring partner for you.”

Tyres did not answer immediately.

He still stared at Mallory on the sidelines with suspicion.

Piloga did not care. He carefully picked a moderate practice sword from the sword frame, tried it on his own gloves, and poked the sand to confirm that there was no blunt sword.

"Sure enough, the prince is the prince. In order to find out the power of the end, I can pull out such a big squad..."

Doyle looked at the neighbors, or the doubtful or dignified Guards, and they shed an envious look at the prince who was in the field:

"When I was awakened to the end of the power, the old knight I served did not know anything. He was exhausted and exhausted that day."

"Until one year later, he realized that his servant martial arts had risen so much that he could beat him..."

The Golova around him is still silent, just paying attention to the field.

Doyle got used to the other's indifference, just silently sighing:

"But it's okay, at least, Marcus knows that the prince is still tender, and only the people who pick up the logistics wing are on hand - Piloga."

Goloved staring at the field to complete the simple warm-up of Piroga, slightly frowning.

Tyres took a deep breath and turned to Mallos, who was relaxed, trying to ignore the eyes of the Star Lakers:

"We... what should I do?"

Marlous smiles like this:

"Offensive, Your Highness, do your best - especially the power of the end that you don't understand, whether it's on its own or on time."

“That way, we have the opportunity to understand its type and profile.”

"Let us also look at your strengths - to facilitate the future defense."

Give full play to it?

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was reluctant.

Can he refuse?

However, the Guards of the Royal Guards looked different and concentrated on him.

A long time ago, Black Sword passed him. It is best not to use the prison sin again. They can not bear the cost of death every time.

At the blade camp, Ricky told him to go up and raise the sin of the prison river, and look forward to the height he can reach, to "push the door."

Who is right, who is wrong?

What secrets are hidden behind the sin of the prison river?

The key is……

Will this secret, the kingdom secret, and even the one in the revival palace be interested?

How can you compare with magic energy and disaster?

Thinking of Sackel's pursuit of himself, Taylor couldn't help but swallow his throat.

Do not.

Tyres made up his mind.

The Duke of Star Lake looked up and looked straight at the opponent in front of him.

They can't know.

"His Royal Highness, no need to be restrained," Piroga stood early in the training ground, and the sword tipped to the ground, respectfully:

"I don't have to worry about me either - this is my job."

Tyres nodded in a blank expression.

Can't know.

In the eyes of the public, the prince grabbed a shield in the weapon rack and tied it to the left arm with a belt.

No.

Tyres slowly walked to the center of the venue.

He finally glanced at Mallos, who was sitting on his arms, who was still flustered and his eyes were stunned.

"You please attack first." Piloaga slightly decapitated.

The teenager looked awkward.

The surrounding guards were equally dignified, and all eyes were focused on the prince alone.

In addition to the glamorous appearance and eloquence, this is something that many people care more about.

In the next second, Tyres stepped into the charge and used his most familiar posture to throw the first sword toward Pilo.

Piloga was not too slow, just stepping back, and Jianfeng turned and lightly picked up the attack of Tyres.

But the young man kept on foot, and the shield of his left hand took a look.

Smashing on Pioga!

"At first glance, it is the style of the northern people."

Doyle, who watched the battle, snorted and slightly disdain:

"More aggressive than the "attack and defense"."

But Glover was opening unexpectedly.

"Do not."

The burly pioneering officer was concentrating on the actions of the tales:

"This is the military sword of the ancient north."

"The current Exeter... has long been this style."

The Doralton was interrupted when it was interrupted.

He smiled reluctantly.

Cut, the head is right.

Northland military swordsmanship...

Doyle tilted his mouth and stared at the two men on the field:

Can't I see it?

In the field, the shield of Tells hit the Pologa and made a muffled sound.

But the boy's face changed.

No hits.

In the next second, Piloga held the shield of Tyres and swayed to the opposite side of Tyres.

Snapped!

Taylor's left leg is shocked!

The prince swung back with a sword, but the sword wind was empty, and Piroga had already retreated.

The Royal Guards issued low-level arguments.

Tyres turned his teeth and his left leg was awkward.

Although the practice sword of the 闵迪思厅 is not open, the balance, center of gravity, material and weight are not inferior to the real sword.

Although it was just rubbed, Piloga gave him the left leg and still hurt him.

Taylor was surprised and unwilling to look at the politely decapitated Piroga.

Do not.

"Jianguang flashed, hey, the prince fell to the ground."

"The winners and losers have been divided."

Glover and several guards in the vicinity turned strangely.

I saw Doyle's low volume on the side of the field, and I forgot the truth:

"The prince in the pool of blood is pale, shaking while holding his injured leg and mourning, ‘No, I can’t lose, the Star Kingdom can’t live without me’...”

More and more people are coming back, including the sub-criminal officer Gray Parson.

The expression is cloudy and not full.

In their gaze, Doyle’s expression was stagnation.

"That... a little text, literature processing."

D.D lived in his mouth, revealing a sly smile, and waved his hand unnaturally:

"Hey, the next is not an example, the next is not an example..."

Everyone just turned around.

Tyres breathed quickly.

He stared at the Guardian Royal Guard Logistics Officer in front of him, his opponent, Piroga.

The other party is obviously experienced and very energetic. The pain only appears outside the skin and will dissipate in a short time.

but……

Tyres pressed his left leg without hesitation.

"It seems that you don't know the meaning of this class, right? Your Highness?"

The words of Mallos sounded just right, the voice was as usual, and the tone was dull:

"Although we don't have the superstition of force in the North,"...

"But a prince who is rumored to have poor martial arts and can't touch the sword is the future of the Star Kingdom?"

Taylor's hand holding the hilt couldn't help but tighten.

Damn it.

"This is not good, Your Highness."

Mallos is slightly cold.

"Not good."

As soon as this statement came out, the Royal Guards stared at Taylor's eyes differently.

"Either go all out," said the words of Mallos in his ear:

"Either, don't touch the sword from the beginning."

"Be a prince who is safe and safe in the carriage."

Damn it!

The prince's brow is getting tighter and tighter.

Damn Mallos.

This guy... What evils do you have with me?

And he is my captain of the guards - look at the sunset, what international jokes!

With dozens of eyes, Tyres breathed evenly and stepped on his left leg.

He stared at Piroga in front of him, knowing that in front of the full-fledged Star Lake Guard, under the words of Mallos, he had to come up with something.

Otherwise, it’

Even the 闵迪思厅...

Tyres shook his head, removed distracting thoughts, and turned his attention to the opponent in front of him.

Piroga's movement is very fast, the sword is very sensitive, and it has its own set of counterattacks.

Then...

With the call of the master, the sin of the prison river rises from his body.

Tyres stared at Piroga and felt the power slowly filling his body.

With the fate of the fold, attacking and tempting him to lose his position, and then win a blow?

Or use the power of the end of the Fire Knight to strengthen the hardness of the body's contact and attack?

I can't do it... I tried to use Sachuel's style, and with his chaotic army, tried to observe Piroga's movements and turn that into his own advantage?

Taylors thought hard.

No, Tyres.

The prince shook his head at himself in the bottom of his heart.

Not too obvious.

Otherwise, the fate of the fold, the chaos of the army, and the sparkling end of the fire knight's power... What is the explanation?

I was infected by them?

What's more, when the crime of the prison river is there...

Taylors remembered the training class in the Palace of the Spirit.

Sometimes, it can't be controlled.

Tyres took a deep breath and made up his mind.

He only needs the most common, preferably the physique increase without any final color, which is enough.

The sin of the prison river spreads in an orderly manner on his legs, arms and fingers.

Taylor closed his eyes and let this force slowly cover the whole body.

Piroga narrowed his eyes and stared at the prince in confusion.

In the whispers of the Royal Guards, I have been paying attention to the slight change in the face of Taylors.

this is……

In the body of Tyres, the sin of the prison river, such as the beast that has not been gated for a long time, took a step in the low roar.

As long as some strength, some speed, some precision, some control...

The prince tried to suppress the war and impulse that followed, while at the same time stabilizing the spirit and body.

As long as there are some places that don't make people suspicious.

The sin of the prison river fiercely and unsatisfactorily impacted his body, just as the beast scratched the cage, but the mind of the cage owner was so firm that the beast could only follow the call of Tyres to the place where it should go.

Evenly, balance some, more comprehensive.

Just let him...

Tyres blinked lightly.

let him……

The next moment, the gravel behind the boots of Tyres trembled and exploded!

In the exclamation of the audience, the young man is like an arrow from the string, breaking the dike, and rushing out a few feet.

Appeared in front of the shocked Piloga!

Mallor's eyes lit up.

That's right, this is what you want.

little Prince.

Tyres clenched his teeth, and the sin of the prison river was full of excitement in his body, roaring wildly.

Footsteps, shoulders, arms, sword tips.

The four points of his body are connected in a line, focusing on the most powerful force.

Finally turned into a glimmer of Jianguang.

Take the other side's chest and abdomen!

That moment, it seems that time has slowed down.

"I--" Doyle reached out to resist the splashing of the gravel, shocked the opening, but could only shout a lonely syllable in this stunning momentary sword.

Glover's eyebrows only had to wrinkle halfway.

The expressions of the Royal Guards are like solidification, and in that moment they are surprised, doubtful and dignified.

But the long-experienced Tells knows that this is just the illusion that he is getting faster.

And then.

Taylor's eyes converge with his sword tip.

Pointing to the opponent.

In front of his eyes, in the slowdown, Pilojia opened his mouth in surprise, slowly, at the fastest speed he could, raised his arm and swung his sword.

Trying to resist the prince's offense.

Resist the horror blow that goes up to speed, speed, power, and precision.

But Tells knows that it is too late.

Pilojia couldn't escape, and even the block posture was too late to finish.

Even the comet, who had suffered from the loss of his sword without precautions, left a scar on his face.

As for Piloga...

He can't flash.

Can't stop it.

In the hunger and roar of the sin of the prison river, the sword of Tyres and the sword of Piroga touched in the air, and the Mars was rubbed out on the rough surface of the sword.

More powerful power.

Taylor's eyes cooled down, watching his sword slid across Pologa's block and took his chest straight.

Sorry, the logistics officer.

Tyres thought coldly: You have to take a few days off.

one strike.

Enemy.

boom!

The bang of the weapon collided and spread, shaking the entire courtyard!

It seems as if the air has been affected.

Many of the Royal Guard's eyelids trembled and instinctively retreated.

Time has finally returned to normal.

thump!

A muffled sound.

Tyres flew out to the side.

His back fell heavily on the ground and the whole man rolled back several times.

"--Slot!" Doyle finally shouted his poor second syllable, still with a shocked expression on his face.

He put his arm down, blinked and looked into the field.

By Doyle, Goloved did not move, just staring at the shield of Tells.

In the numbness and soreness of the muscles, the prince took a hard breath and trembled and raised the shield of his left hand.

I don't know when the shield has cracked:

It is centered on a pit with a tip size and is surrounded by cracks.

At this moment, Taylor's brain is blank.

how……

He looked up in a dull manner.

I saw Piloga standing oppositely without any damage, and his posture was free and his movements smoothly recovered his sword.

In midair, the prince's weapon, the practice sword that had issued a terrible offensive, was rotated a few times.

Eventually it fell weakly.

Inserted obliquely into the sand at his feet.

like a statue.

Belong to silence.

"Wow……"

The Royal Guards screamed and burst into a burst of sound.

"I am very sorry, Your Highness," Piloga put away his sword and tried to suppress his own horror. He quickly came up to help him, and anxiously apologized:

"I lost my hand."

"Have you hurt anything..."

Just at this time.

"Logistics Officer, Leo Piroga."

The plain and indifferent voices sounded, but plainly with a bit of chill.

Piloga is ready to help the shape of Tyres to be in place.

The Royal Guards watched the people, and the voice of Mallos sounded clearly in the crowd.

"As a royal guard, even if it is a long time, even if it is just a sparring..."

Mallos still holds his arm and blinks at Piroga.

"Your skill..."

Mallos didn't look at the ground, and the stunned and gasping of Tyres, even a cold eye, stared at the twilight of Pologa:

"It has also gone too far."

The words are harsh and the tone is cold.

The Royal Guards were quiet.

Pilojia gave a slight glimpse of the face.

He nervously looked at the prince and looked at the sergeant, and he stopped talking and was at a loss.

Tyres is still lying on the ground, breathing.

how come……

how……

The sin of the prison river...

I clearly have already, already...

Why are you still...

He felt the left arm that gradually recovered from numbness, and felt the gaze that was quietly shot around him.

The entire training ground was silent.

The Royal Guards exchanged their eyes and exchanged low-level arguments from time to time.

Doyle pulled the sleeves of Lagolo, but the latter seemed to be immersed and unresponsive.

"As for you, Dear Sir God."

Mallos spoke again.

The Royal Guards were quiet, and Piroga wanted to go to the prince's footsteps and stop.

The watchman turned slowly and looked down at the stars on the ground.

"Looking at your performance, I believe that you already know what is the end of power."

Mallos chuckled and his eyes scorned: "But fight?"

"It can be far more than just the end."

The next second, the watchman did not look at the noble prince, and turned himself around.

"Okay, everyone, the show is over."

Mallos took a step and fluttered in the air:

"Dissolved."

Looking at the back of Mallos, the Royal Guards look at me, I look at you.

After a few seconds, dozens of people were scattered.

"Do you see that the power of the prince's end is awkward?"

Doyle sneaked at the dark expression on the floor, and the gasping of Tyles, sympathized with the poor Prince's temple for a second, turned and said: "I didn't see it anyway, it felt too weak..."

"No," Glover frowned:

"Not weak..."

"Hey, zombies, the first time, you can't agree with me once..."

At this time, a very different, weak but hoarse voice sounded.

"Wait."

The scattered Royal Guards were quiet and turned around.

I saw the center of the training ground, the wolf-stricken teenager was holding the sand, but he climbed up resolutely.

The footsteps of Mallos stopped.

"He just... hit me..." The teenager lowered his head and shuddered and raised his left arm, trying to breathe to relieve chest tightness:

"Shield."

Doyle’s eyes slowly magnified, and Golov’s eyes became sharper.

Piloga, who was a sparring, stood on the field and was surprised.

"Not... the key."

Tyres took a deep breath, endured the muscle stiffness and pain after the heavy blow, and touched the fixed straps behind the shield.

In his body, the sin of the defeated prison river re-emerged from the silence.

They are fierce and fierce with the beasts and wounds, climbing step by step, making a burst of muffled sound.

Tyres shuddered and pulled out his right hand, releasing the strap.

The broken arm shield is free to land.

"I……"

The teenager swallowed a sip of salty blood and shivered and held the practice sword at his feet.

"I……"

The sin of the prison river flooded his arms.

"I still……"

The next moment, Taylors breathed firmly, clenched his teeth, and pulled out the sword!

The young man stared at the back of Mallos:

"...not lost."

The Royal Guards were once again stunned.

People throw their incomprehensible eyes toward the prince and talk about it.

Many people also quietly look to their sir.

Waiting for his reaction.

One second, two seconds.

Mallos was silent and did not turn.

He just turned his neck slowly, twisted his head and slanted at Tells.

The corner of the watchman’s mouth is bent.

Tie a cold and mysterious...

Smile.

(End of this chapter)