Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 523 Wheel Battle

In the field, Taylors calmed down a little and felt the sin of the more active prison river re-flowing throughout his body.

Since the end of the adventure of the desert, he has found that the sin of the prison river is more solid and sufficient, and now it can withstand longer consumption than the previous "ten seconds of real man."

After the end of the force retreat, it also reduces the fatigue and sourness left by the body.

Sure enough, Taylor thought:

Killing your things will make you stronger.

Of course, this is not all without cost - since he was seriously injured by Nicholas, his left wrist is no longer as free as before, which affects his use of the shield more or less.

And if the sin of the prison river is running, its temper is correspondingly better, then it is better.

"His Duke, I am Gianluca Conmuto."

Conmuto is a short, strong man with dark skin and a smile. At first glance, it looks like a wind and frost in your home next door, but still amiable, optimistic and strong. .

Thales noticed that the other side from time to time subconsciously headed for the direction of Mallos.

"I used to be the first-level security officer in the inner city warning hall, responsible for the protection of the dignitaries." In the face of the Duke of the Star Lake, Kong Muto smiled so brightly that it was somewhat charming:

"I have the honor to pass the assessment and enter the Royal Guard."

"Now, I am one of the new guards in your guards."

Alert officer.

Taylors took a deep breath:

Ok, this is quite familiar to him.

No matter in the West Ring District, those who have nostrils in the nose and help the blood bottles.

Still, a certain mind is not very good. Once you are unemployed, you will unfortunately go back to the stupid big man who inherits the title.

But before he thought about it, the battle in the field has already begun!

clang!

Just listening to a muffled sound, Tyres’ arm shield smashed with Conmuto’s sword!

Conmuto was not as modest as the previous Piroga, and his fierce initiative during the attack was in stark contrast to the charming smile on his face.

Tyres moved his footsteps, and the long sword was drawn out, and he exchanged several offenses and defenses with the other side in the air.

During the metal collision, the Duke of Xinghu in the sense of **** found that Conmuto’s sword was quite satisfactory, and it was not so subtle to Pologa that it was enough to counter the opponent’s position by several weapons, and it was not as rough as the orcs. The degree of opening and closing is not going back.

The attack and retreat between the two men was actually quite similar.

This is quite surprising to Taylors.

but……

clang!

Tyres once again used the arm shield to hold the other side's blow.

He clenched his teeth and stabilized his footsteps. The sin of the prison river rushed to the top and opened the other side without showing weakness.

But at that moment, Taylor’s heart was screaming:

Underneath him, he felt that the other's sword was light and fluttering.

Sure enough, I saw Kong Muto lightly let the shield on the top of the tyros, the sword on the shield.

The next second, the sin of the prison river once again exploded in his body, bringing an indescribable sense of trepidation.

But Taylors can only get back!

clang!

Boom!

The crispness of the metal collision and the muffled sound of the blunt flesh and blood came one after another!

"Oh……"

In the low and low of the guards, Tyres slammed his teeth and slammed back, kneeling down on one knee and shielding the ground.

The pain and numbness from the shoulder told him:

This round is over.

As a former police officer, Kong Muto, now the guardian, smiled and nodded, took back his practice sword, and did not continue to attack.

It is a hilt.

Tyres gasped in pain, and his life turned to the painful shoulders and arms, telling himself.

At that moment, he used the shield to open the sword of Conmuto, but did not block the hilt of the other.

The cross guard on his sword was like a shadow, and he took advantage of the front of his shield and the opportunity to push forward his arm.

If it weren’t for Tyres’ response in time, this is estimated to be the key to the ribs under the arm.

Then he basically lie down.

But even so...

Tyres took a deep breath.

His shoulders...

Ah, it’s really uncomfortable.

In the Northern Army military swordsmanship, the swordsmanship is also used to make enemy moves, but most of them are alternative attacks when the two are deadlocked, and other means can't work. There are few Confutos, and all the paving is for the case of this hilt.

On the side of the training ground, Doyle blew his hair in the air and licked Glover.

"Oh, this move by Ji'an... When I was bullying a newcomer in the guard wing, I saw it... In short, he is not good."

Glover snorted.

The Guardian audiences talked low and some people gave a faint laugh.

The warrior, Mallos, turned his head and thought about it.

Conmuto did not pursue, but waited calmly for the Duke to regroup.

"I am very sorry, Lord Duke," he has a long sword in his hand, and his smile is not reduced:

"But I don't think you want to keep it, right."

Damn it.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and felt the sin of the prison river rushing over his shoulders, alleviating numbness and severe pain.

His left arm is better.

"Jian is fighting in the police room," the voice that no longer stranges in Malos is ringing again:

“The experience and skills in the streets are very rich.”

"His skill is strictly speaking. It belongs to the emerging trend of actualism in China in the past 100 years. It is especially popular among the knights and pioneers. It is called 'new wave'."

Tyres turned his head, and it was not enough. The watchman held his arms and looked at the play.

"In recent decades, the 'new wave' knights have also learned a lot from domestic and foreign wars, including from mercenaries, only to apply to the war situation, to win and survive, for this style is flexible, not restrained There are hundreds of miscellaneous."

"Of course, the new trend is often criticized by other schools: the rules are disorderly, the style is scattered, the eyes are short, and there is no focus."

The watchman smiled lightly:

"Conversely, it's also the worst dealt - you never know what surprises are there."

Trendy?

Tyres slowly sighed and refocused his attention on Conmuto's body.

The other party is still a thick smile.

mercenary?

Tyres thought, suddenly remembered a person.

Black sword.

The youngster remembered the other side on the sky cliff of Longyan City, defending, escaping, enemies, looking for opportunities, making enemies...

I remembered that he was full of means, and he was fighting against the evil spirits of the genius without falling into the wind.

I think of the other side's "squatting" (Tyles has always wanted to find a good verb), in the blood of the shield, rushing to the journey of the multi-headed monster Kilika.

Thinking about it, the sin of the prison river is once again surging, as if dissatisfied with the grievances of this round.

"Sir, you have a reputation, I am just one..."

Commuto smiled and responded to Mallos.

But he hasn't finished yet, and the attack of Taylors is coming to his eyes!

clang!

The sword that Tyres gnawed his teeth was vulgarly blocked by Kong Muto, and the other side immediately pressed and stabbed.

The juvenile knows that the other party is full of means, and the sword is blocked in the hand, and the foot is responsively retreated, in case of re-introduction.

But the next moment, the sense of **** suddenly trembled, and the ominous feeling came again.

Sure enough, Tyres felt a shock in his leg.

He lost his balance!

Damn it.

The sin of the prison river roared.

Not much thought, Taylors fought his whole body, turned and flipped, and rolled out of the battlefield with a wolf!

Boom!

Commuto’s knees slammed into the sand and made a scary muffle.

After this round, the guards once again issued a low voice.

Can be avoided by adolescents.

Teres struck up indefinitely and looked at Conmuto, who was slightly surprised in his eyes.

Squatting?

Taylors would like to ask if the other person has learned wrestling or knows a former guard who is also a lame in the melee.

but……

Taylor took a deep breath and straightened up.

After this round, he understood something.

Taylors does not recognize the end of the other.

But he can feel: In the sense of hell, the moment before the close contact between the two, the end of the power of Conmuto has been formed, gathered in a certain part of the body, ready to go.

Such as the wrist and the hilt, such as the waist and footsteps.

With his little tricks, he was instantly launched and caught off guard.

And, and more than just the power of the end.

Taylor gasped and looked at the opponent in front of him.

As Marles said...

Street skills, flexible style, unconventional, miscellaneous?

The sin of the prison river began to burn again, more vigorous than before.

He wants... how to face such an opponent?

Tyres took a deep breath and patted the dust on his body.

Not so difficult, right?

At that moment, his memory appeared in his memory many years ago.

The figure raised a golden-colored sabre, pulled the sturdy figure and regarded himself as a weapon.

The figure descended from the sky, just fierce and tough, ignoring the opponent's various means, and bearing countless obstacles from the enemy.

The figure didn't change color, and the steps were not suspicious. They broke through Rolf's blockade, countered Wyatt's killings, cut Rafael's weapon, and smashed Miranda's offense, suppressing Cohen, who was fully committed. Success and failure, no effort to fight back.

Finally came to the eyes of Taylors.

He seems to be burning a flame, the wild horse that ran wildly.

Rampaged.

Hard and fierce.

Going forward.

Break all obstacles.

Taylor closed his eyes.

The sin of the prison river is not self-taught. With his mind, he must imitate the end of the figure, but was pressed down by Taylors halfway.

Do not.

Tyres is not Tulleha, not a fire knight.

The end of the opponent's power is not necessarily so good for him - he can't afford that big consumption.

Confuto, not the five who were defeated in an instant.

but……

The next second, Tyres opened his eyes.

The sin of the prison river burned constantly, and it sounded like a sneer.

Conmuto maintained a smile and watched the Lord Duke attack again.

The surrounding guards looked at the figure of the two again, but they were not very attentive. Some even yawned.

clang!

Double swords cross.

Conmuto smiled a little and made a counter-attack with a sword that was very pilgrimage and counterattacked.

In the sense of hell, the end of Conmuto's power is ready to go.

Boom!

The shield of Tells once again blocked the sword of Conmuto.

This time, the other's sword suddenly trembled.

Tyres immediately felt the illusion of the shield.

I also felt the sorrow of the prison river reminding him of the shudder.

Sure enough, I saw Kong Muto smile, his long sword cleverly bypassed the shield of Tyre, and hit the young swordsman!

But this time, Tyre's mind is clear.

He suddenly understood something.

How to fight.

Just as he has traveled back and forth in different political vortexes over the past few years, he has learned the same when he struggles to survive in different roads.

What matters is not strength, not weapons, not tactical skills, or even the power of the end.

But people.

people.

The end of the other party's power is the same as that of Conmuto himself: it seems to be honest, but it is smooth and succinct, always conceived ingenious coping measures in advance, only when the time comes, step by step, and take the results.

but……

The sin of the prison river surges and fills the left arm of Taylors!

In the next second, Conmuto was surprised to find that the prince did not evade and avoided the sword in the most unfavorable posture.

I saw that Tyres was so painful that he could not bear it and the sword was released.

The guards gave a low exclamation, and some people who had some expectations for the prince shook their heads.

Ok, this is equal to admit defeat.

Conmuto thought with regret.

He let himself stand and avoid the Duke of the Lord who has lost his weapon.

He still has so many close-knit skills to follow, and there is no way to show it...

But forget it, anyway, plan to lose...

But Conmuto’s thoughts stopped at this moment.

Because in that second, he was surprised to see that the shield of Tells slid smoothly with several straps.

Exposed one, the left arm of the fist has been pinched.

And the Duke’s eyes, Kong Muto, looked at the other side’s face that was painful and painful – still strong.

Boom!

Another blunt sound!

The left fist of the boy squats in the right rib of Confuto!

The intensity is amazing.

At that moment, Mallos, who watched the battle, raised his brow.

Conmuto only felt a numbness in his body and his right arm was unaware.

When he was not good, in the field of vision, the face of the duke biting his teeth grew bigger and bigger.

Boom!

Conmuto only felt a pain in his forehead, and there was a golden star in front of him, and the whole person lost his balance.

thump!

Both fell to the ground.

Two muffled sounds came - the shield of Tyres and the long sword of Conmuto both landed.

After a few seconds, everyone has come back.

Conmuto has fallen to the ground.

The former police officer was shocked and angry, struggling to get up, but found that I don’t know when, Taylors was already sitting on him.

"Gold... Lord Duke?"

The juvenile's left hand was against his neck, and the right arm of the long sword was shot down on the side of his body, shaking slightly.

In the crowd that has been relaxed, there is another burst of resentment.

On the sidelines, Mallos thought deeply, and from time to time he turned back and talked to a member of the guards around him.

"You are doing very well, guardian, Gian Kong Muto."

Against the face of a shameful Conmut, Tyres gasped, revealing a powerless smile:

"It’s just a last resort, let me be awkward."

The distracted teenager trembled and stood up, looking at the unconstrained Conmuto:

"A little tip."

"Don't do this - especially when you face the orcs."

Conmuto climbed up and looked at it, and did not dare to look at Mallos. He apologized incoherently and left in a hurry.

Taylors breathed a sigh of relief.

The sin of the prison river is still rushing in his blood vessels, and the momentum is winning, like the flood behind the dam, waiting to pour down.

But Taylors took a good hand.

The teenager swayed and turned back, panting and picking up the water bag, calming the sin of the prison river.

"Although Ji'an has released water, how can I say..."

Doyle blinked at Conmuto's faceless faces:

"In actual combat, Ji'an will lose his throat, but our prince will lose his right hand."

D.D shook his head helplessly:

"This desperate move, and the previous approach to Piroga... Sure enough, our prince is coming back from the north."

however.

"Do not."

Goloved cold words, the answer is simple:

"In actual combat, the prince will lose some saliva."

Doyle:

"What?"

"Saliva?"

Goloved looked at him with a burning look:

"Then, Ji'an will be enslaved by us...to be crippled."

In the voice of the crowd, the two were silent for a while.

"Amount, you said..."

Doyle blinked, and then he nodded:

"Is this true?"

Golov did not pay attention to him, and he went back.

"But I still can't see it," Doyle stared at Tells, wondering:

"Does he really have the power to end?"

But if he didn't... how did it do it?

In the eyes of the public, Taylor took a deep breath and put down the water bag.

After feeling the sin of the prison river, the emptiness and excitement that existed in the limbs at the same time, he ignored the opinions of the crowd and looked at the eyes and looked at Mallos without saying a word.

"is that enough?"

"Are you confirming my end of power?"

Tyres is not very angry:

"My dear guardian head?"

Everyone's eyes are concentrated on the body of Mallos.

The watchman discussed a few words with the guards around him, and this was to look at Taylors.

"I think I have some eyebrows, Your Highness," he narrowed his eyes:

"But still can't confirm."

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.

Some eyebrows.

Can't confirm?

That means……

Sure enough, I saw that Mallos nodded and the voice ordered:

"Mike!"

"You are on."

As soon as this statement came out, the guards exchanged their eyes with surprise.

Soon, the Guards walked out of a man in his 30s, his face was smooth, his eyebrows were soft, his clothes were neat, and his body was meticulous.

Taylors sighed again and lamented how time passed so slowly.

Is this a wheel battle?

"Oh no, he is not the guard wing and the logistics wing," Doyle changed his face and pointed to Mallorus:

"This is not a good sign."

The man in his thirties came to the court and politely bowed.

"Mike Zonived, Your Highness," said the Knight of Zonnevid, known as Mike, who is soft and refined, but his accent has the rough familiarity of Taylors:

"Nine years ago, officially joined the Royal Guard."

Tyres nodded and nodded.

Zoneved uses the words to be streamlined and the words are cautious:

"Right, I am used to the left hand."

Zonnevid untied the sword worn on the opposite side and took a practice sword from the weapon rack:

"The offense will be more violent and... unexpected."

"You are careful."

Thales showed a weak smile and started to reload.

"Wait, Zonneved, this last name..."

Doyle on one side scratched his head:

"I seem to be a bit impressed?"

Goloved silently responded by:

“‘Black Zoe’.”

Black...what?

D.D reveals doubts.

Golov did not look at him, but silently said:

"The family of the executioners of the Red King period once occupied the ranks of the seven servants of the comet. There are no more than three counts of the priests who died in their hands."

"Until the sages were crowned, in the trial of rebellion, they were convicted one by one, liquidated and accountable, and usurped the title and the land."

Doyle reveals a look of ignorance.

Goloved faceless:

"But you should be clearer than me."

Doyle frowned again:

"why?"

Golov slowly turned to Doyle:

"Because ‘Blackzone, Baiduo’.”

Doyle gave a slight glimpse.

"The Red King has two waiters, and he is so lonely."

Glover's cold and cold road:

"Two hundred years ago, your family was the same as them."

Danny Doyle blinked.

"Wow," half a slap, D.D stunned and numbly turned back:

"Yes, is it?"

You know this as well?

There is still a chat here, but Taylors has already met the sword front of Zoneved!

Like Conmuto, Zoneved did not hesitate to take the initiative.

But this time, Tyres started from the first strike of the other party and his face changed!

Zonnevid is different from his previous two opponents.

clang! clang! clang!

Three sharp sounds!

Zoneved has a quiet expression, and his left-handed fast-swords continue to threaten Tyres’ chest, calves and arms!

Three blocks, Thales was forced to retreat three steps, surprisingly and strenuously resisting the opponent's offensive.

Compared with the older Piroga and the short Confuto, the well-groomed knight is expressionless, but the offense is simple and straightforward, no fancy!

With a familiar feeling, Taylors, who had no time to breathe, has not yet stood still, and Zonnevid’s offensive is coming again!

The sin of the prison river snarled unwillingly, and rushed to the arm of Taylors, but only supported him to quickly defend.

clang!

Zonived's expression was indifferent, but the sword in his hand became more and more fierce. He was unbiased and went straight. The tip of the sword aimed at Tyres's struggling and unstable part of the last defense - standing on the leg and wrist - continuously attacking.

The most terrible thing is that Tyres rarely confronts the enemy with the sword in his left hand. In his view, each of Zonnevid's offenses is so sharp that he is unexpected and difficult to defend.

He is still full of strength, so that he can be defensively struggling, can only retreat, avoiding the edge!

As a result, Teres's eighth defense was almost lost, and it was made in a backward and backward step that was close to the limit.

Even so, Tyre's arm was smashed by an opponent's blunt sword without a front, and it hurts.

But he didn't have time to rest, and Zonevid's next stab hit him along the part he was hit!

Forcing Tyres can only bite the teeth - perhaps because of frustration and almost crazy - the sin of the prison river, once again...

Back.

And every time he stepped back, Zonevid's next offensive advantage was a bit more, letting Tyres' defense once more than a thrill!

Tyres felt the numbness of the tremors and muscles on the shield and the sword. The more the war, the more shocked:

He was beaten all the way, and there was no chance of counterattack.

This can not help but think of the years in the Palace of the Spirit, the attack of the Northland people is so violent and rapid, without giving him a chance to breathe.

And Zonved's offense obviously shocked the spectators of the Guards. Many people pointed and talked about what they were talking about.

Even Mallos looked and nodded.

"The trough," Doyle's eyes wide open:

"There are such awesome people in our team?"

Even Golov is quite surprised:

"Either the opponent is too weak or he is hiding."

"When I was still in the Fuxing Palace, I had never heard of such a person in the Pioneer Wing."

But compared to the audience's self-satisfaction and commentary, Taylors is not so good.

He struggled to bite his teeth, and with the shield struggling to withstand the full force of Zonnevid, he spurred the prison river at all costs, and finally attacked a counterattack.

It was so good that Zonnevid’s offensive was slow.

But the opponent just stopped a little, his face was not red and he didn't breathe, then he attacked again and dragged the battle back to the previous rhythm.

Tyres is going crazy!

At this moment, he seems to be floating in a boat in the stormy waves, pulling the sails to ensure that the boat does not turn.

The water at the bottom of the ship has become deeper and deeper.

Seeing nothing!

The end of the opponent's power is endless, in the sense of hell, Taylor can even see the other side's skin staring!

"His Royal Highness, you should be familiar with this style, right."

Soon, that familiar, but the sound that sounded annoying at this moment sounded up.

When the voice of Malos fell, perhaps it was related to himself, or to respect the chief, Zonnevid freely took the sword back and stopped the offensive.

Taylors finally got a breather, he didn't have to work hard to defend him, and he gasped, and both the shield and the sword were on the ground, and the sin of the prison river flooded, alleviating the soreness and the small battle of this road. Injury.

Mallos slowly opened his mouth and nodded to the flag-bearer of the flag, Richie:

"Although I was born in the Central Collar, Mike had a heart-wrenching stepmother. He was sent to a poor relative in the north to raise a child, and he followed a North Knight as a waiter."

The voice fell, and many of the members of the Guards turned their eyes to Zonneved.

"Sir, you actually..." Mike Zoneved smiled reluctantly:

"Don't mention the stepmother's nephew."

Mallos smiled apologetically and immediately looked at Tyres.

"Since the founding of the stars, the martial arts of the northern genre have been circulated among the knights of the northern and the cliffs. They have absorbed the experience of fighting with the Exeter for many years, and they have settled themselves and become a family."

Tyres gasped in pain and shook his head toward Mallos to hear it.

"There is not only the northern squad, but also the advantage of suppressing the whole game. It also retains the traditional knight skills of the stars. It strives to achieve the integration of offense and defense, balance and complement each other, especially the offensive and defensive transformation and determination of the key moments."

The tone of Marlous is with pleasure:

"Therefore, the knights of the 'Northern faction' in the kingdom are also called the 'attack and defense'. They are violent and fast-paced, and they have a smooth transition, attacking and defending, and defending the attack."

"It’s against the enemy, a little careless..."

"There is a failure to lose all."

Northern faction?

Offensive and defensive?

The offensive is fierce and the pace is fast...

Attacking and defending, defending and attacking...

Tyres’s breathing was a bit better, and he raised his head in confusion, looking at the opposite, no longer breathing, Zonnevid.

The other party nodded to him.

"As for the typical representatives among them..."

Mallos easily lifted his arm and said a nickname that made many people quiet and thoughtful:

"I believe that you must have heard of 'The Wrath of the Kingdom'?"

Taylors made a slight meal.

The wrath of the kingdom?

Years ago, the scene of the breakout under the Broken Dragon Fortress flashed back in his mind.

Against the enemy, a little careless...

If you fail, you will lose all of you...

The prince took a deep breath.

Ha ha.

Tyres bends his mouth.

I have heard it.

but……

and many more.

Taylor looked at Zonnevid in front of him and narrowed his eyes.

No, it is not just the wrath of the kingdom.

Not only him.

There were several different figures in front of his eyes.

In the dungeon, there is a small barney who has the power to fight, and there is also the ability to lose his ability to speak, like a big bear.

It's them.

The "Northern" knight, right?

Taylor finally got a good breath and stood up.

"Let's have a look, Your Highness," Mallos smiled slightly:

“In the past six years, you have faced the martial arts of Exeter style...”

There was a light in the eyes of Mallos, and the direct face of Tyres was a sweaty face:

“How did you respond?”

(End of this chapter)