The Final Knight

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"Oh?"

Hearing Yulian's proposal, the head of the old army raised his eyebrows, a flash of fine flash flashed in his eyes. In fact, he also has this idea. After all, both of them are warriors. Compared with the interweaving of words, the confrontation between swords and swords is easier to understand the existence of each other. Judging from the previous situation, I obviously have no way to take advantage of this young man's discourse in terms of discourse. Then, I can only use the method of chatting between the soldiers to make a further confirmation.

"This is a good proposal, then..."

"Just here."

You Lian glanced at random, and then pointed to the square in front of the castle. Anyway, those nobles had been blocked out. Now they can only stay in the city of heroes obediently, but Twilight Castle has temporarily become a forbidden place. It's no wonder, after all, a lot of preparation and decoration are required to hold the reception, and these are naturally not visible to guests, so after connecting the nobles who have hosted several visits, O'Falil simply put the entire reception work In the City of Heroes, at the same time ordered to temporarily close the entire Twilight Castle, so now there is no one in this small square.

"it is good!"

Celtic is a soldier. Naturally, he doesn't play with a lot of flowers. Since the other party has already appointed a place, he didn't push any more, but nodded, and then strode to the center of the small square. Later, he pulled out the long sword from the waist. Although his movements were not as fast as lightning flashes, the entire movement process was also smooth and flowing. This shows that the old man's accomplishments in swordsmanship are not low.

Seeing that Celtic had already produced a sword, Yulian walked across from him, and then he reached out to hold the handle of the sword-slowly pulling out the dark long sword behind his waist.

What is this for? !

Seeing that Yulian had this action, Celtic felt a deep heart. He originally thought that this young man would use that set of flashing swords to fight himself, but now, he actually unsheathed his sword before the war? Isn't he planning to use this swordsmanship to fight? What did he see? Is it intentional or unintentional?

Despite some surprises, Celtic did not waver because of this. He didn't care about Yulian's tricks. Everyone has his own best swordsmanship skills. If this young man is not willing to use it, then he will force him to use it!

"Okay, I’ll go as soon as you go, you’re here to stay."

Looking at Celtic's quiet face, Yulian shrugged his shoulders, then he reached out and stroked the hair of the girl next to him.

"Okay, okay!"

Although Irene hasn’t seen many scenes, she still feels a little bit nervous about the tension on the court, and she seems a little surprised when facing Yulian’s outstretched hand, but just responds dumbly with conditioned reflex . But it was not until Yulian withdrew her hand that she suddenly thought of something, and looked at the young man in front of her and said.

"That... lord, come on!"

With that said, Elaine also waved her little fist, trying to show a cheering expression, but Yulian only showed a light smile, then turned around and walked to her position.

There are not many people in the square, and the preparation for the reception is at the most important moment now, and the maids who have recovered their bodies, no matter what strength they were, or genius experts in a certain field, now their goal is only One-that is to prepare everything you need for this reception! Because of this, the upcoming competition in the small square did not attract too many people’s attention. In addition to the two wandering warriors responsible for guarding the main entrance, only some peripheral members of the castle stood in twos and threes. Around, watching the two in the center curiously. They are not maids working here, but people who were temporarily hired from refugees by O'Falir to prepare for the reception, and in their identity, the core preparation work is naturally not their turn, so they also have leisure time time. The lord who saw himself wanted to compete with others, naturally aroused the curiosity of these people.

"So, please advise."

Gazing around randomly, Yulian turned his head and looked at Celtic quietly. He dropped his long sword smoothly, then lifted it flat and pointed straight ahead.

"So, here I come!"

Celtic didn't say much. His voice just fell, and the burly, heavy body immediately rushed forward. The old warrior held the sword in both hands and waved it forward vigorously. The bright sword light burst out in an instant , Swept up the surrounding air, bringing a turbulent airflow.

"Oh?"

Noting Celtic’s blow, Yulian was surprised, his eyes widened. Although the old man’s sword did not have any tricks, it was just the most common hack, but this single blow brought a considerable amount of pressure. This simple move seemed to instantly cover all the space around Youlian, and he suppressed his actions, so that he had no better choice than to face up!

This old man is really not simple. With this blow alone, it can be seen that his understanding of swordsmanship has reached a master's level, and facing such an opponent, anyone will feel tricky.

Of course, Yulian is not here. However, this does not mean that he can easily solve the opponents who are in front of him. After all, he also remembers clearly that this is just a competition, not a battle between life and death.

Thinking of this, his body shrank backwards, and with this movement, the dark black sword that straightened forward, but also backed away.

Originally this was just a very ordinary movement, Yulian's body moved backwards, then the long sword he held in his hand would naturally move with the movement of the holder. But this was another surprise in Celtic's mind. You know, he was very serious about this competition. Although nominally a contest, Celtic had already exploded in full force on the first hit. He tried to suppress Yulian with momentum, and then forced him to face head-to-head with himself. This trick has been used many times by Celtic, and no one has been able to retreat in front of his coercion.

However, Yulian’s retreat gave Celtic a feeling of vomiting blood. It was as if he had clearly overwhelmed his opponent with his palm, but the opponent was like a smooth loach swimming out of his hands. Just like walking, a feeling of emptiness and failure came immediately. This makes the old man even more surprised, but after all, he has experienced so many years of fighting, even if he is faced with mutations, he is not in a hurry. On the contrary, while Yulian pulled away, Celtic's long sword that missed the target also paused, and then provoked upward again, spurting into Yulian's left shoulder.

The sword was fierce, and it was the time difference when Yulian's body moved backward, and Yulian couldn't dodge it again. When they saw this fierce sword, the people around them also screamed in surprise. Although many of them did not understand sword art, but the confrontation between the two masters of swordsmanship in this electro-optical flint, it was enough to rely on the momentum alone. Most people can't lift their heads. The confrontation between them is not only the confrontation between swordsmanship, but also the mutual suppression of momentum. It is precisely because of this that the ordinary people around who have never learned swordsmanship naturally cannot bear their momentum, and even involuntarily follow the momentum of the two to move. It was as if Yulian had shrunk to avoid Celtic's first blow, many people shrank their necks subconsciously, as if they also felt the strong, oncoming ferocious breath.

Now, Celtic’s ensuing pursuit is to let these onlookers hold their breath involuntarily. It’s no wonder that Celtic’s power is too domineering. Once it is displayed, it is like a turbulent wave. Head on, making people feel that there is no way to compete with him. But Yulian's breath is soft, although it is difficult to feel, but it affects others unconsciously. So at this level of perception, Celtic is clearly superior.

The opponent is forcing himself to face to face.

Looking at the long sword coming straight, Yulian raised his eyebrows. Celtic's momentum was too domineering, and he could naturally feel the determination of the other party, but this does not mean that he must follow the other party's pace. Able to move forward.

Thinking of this, the dark black sword in Yulian's hand suddenly picked up and pressed tightly against Celtic's blade. Then, his wrist turned sharply.

The dark black sword that was originally flat on the blade, because this action was also a turn, and between this turn, Celtic frowned, he could feel the long sword in his hand Being pushed a little by an inexplicable force, this force is not great, and the impact is also very weak, but it is this slight deviation that made his attack completely abolished!

"brush!"

Although he was shocked in his heart, the water that the stabbed sword splashed out, and Celtic wanted to take it back, was already feeble. He could only watch his long sword rubbing Yulian's cheek, and then fell. Empty.

"Aha!"

It was only then that the onlookers breathed out. Because Celtic's attack failed, his momentum immediately weakened, and this also allowed these onlookers to relax in an instant. At this moment, Yulian was holding the long sword and swaying forward.

"Ding!"

Faced with Yulian's sudden counterattack, Celtic naturally did not miss it, he immediately returned to the sword to resist, blocking Yulian's attack. But when the two swords were staggered again, the strength from the sword body surprised Celtic.

How could this young man do this?

Originally Celtic believed that Yulian's intention was to counterattack, to force himself to take a defensive position, so as to buy time for his attack. But when he resisted Yulian’s attack, the heavy gravity that came from the sword was beyond Celtic’s imagination-it was not just a simple counterattack, but like the other party’s full attack ,How is this going?

Celtic's combat experience is too rich, but because of this, when he couldn't understand the purpose of this blow, the reaction of the old army commander also had the slightest stagnation, and in such a tense fighting state, Yulian finally caught the chance she wanted!

Due to the influence of the reaction force, the black long sword severely cut on the Celtic weapon rebounded immediately, and Yulian took hold of the long sword and swung it suddenly with the help of its rebound force. In the blink of an eye, The dark long sword seemed to turn into a flexible and viperous snake, and rushed to the dead corner of the old legion.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Celtic's complexion immediately became dignified. This few minutes of attack made him completely subvert his cognition. He has full confidence in his own strength and should be able to press the other side to use his true skills. Come and contend with him, and that way, he can see through each other's details. However, since the beginning of the battle, the situation has been developing in a direction I never imagined. If it were said before, Kate could also see that Yulian used a sword technique called Liushen. So now he can't understand this set of swordsmanship, and he has never seen it before.

Could it be said that this is not a swordsmanship, but his temporary reaction?

Impossible, under his own attack, this young man's reaction is so rapid, the attack is so smooth, a complete set of counter-attack skills are used by him, it is absolutely impossible to rely solely on talent and subconscious reactions. If you want to see whether a swordsman has mastered a set of swordsmanship, then it depends on whether his attack is smooth and whether the entire attack method follows a certain concept. Just like Liushen followed the concept of the flashing sheath that must flash, but the sword technique used by Youlian at the moment followed a strange and ever-changing concept. This is definitely the inheritance of some sword skills!

But is this possible? A young man in his early twenties can not only use the high-level swordsmanship of the high-level swordsmanship skillfully, but also display another set of swordsmanship so skillfully? Even if it is a talented knight, it is impossible to achieve this level?

Surprised, the sword in Celtic’s hand didn’t stop. On the contrary, when the black viper flew, the sharp long sword in Celtic’s hand suddenly burst out like the sun. Brilliant brilliance!

"boom!!"

With a trace of warm energy fluctuations suddenly exploding in the air, the invisible vortex spreading around, slowly and firmly resisting the dark fangs, and pushed it back.

At this moment, Celtic's strength as a high-level swordsman really showed.

However, not everyone appreciates this strength.

"Really, lord, what are you doing outside?"

The outbreak of high-end breath naturally affected the inside of the castle, which made O'Falir very dissatisfied. She frowned, gritted her teeth, and walked out of the castle-just under the inexplicable vibration just now, the originally decorated banquet There was another layer of dust in the hall, and the tablecloth had to be changed back. This made O'Falir very dissatisfied. In her view, this lord would not even do anything for himself, but there is no need to trouble yourself? What did he think? Although the reception was my own suggestion, the lord also clearly agreed, didn't he?

However, just as O'Falley walked out of the castle and was about to complain to Yulian, her eyes suddenly stopped on Celtic.

At the moment of seeing Celtic, O'Fallier's complexion suddenly turned pale and blue, and she hurried back a few steps in a panic and hurriedly, and returned to the castle gate. Then, she hid herself in the shadows, her back on the wall, gasping for breath. O'Falil's face was pale, and at the same time, a trace of cold sweat appeared on her cheeks. For this young girl who was always very calm on weekdays, this was really an unimaginable thing.

"Miss O'Falil?"

Following behind her, Charlotte came out together and saw O'Fallar's complexion, asking with some concern. After all, O'Falir's performance is now too abnormal, and she also looked at the square outside the door with curiosity, but did not see anything particularly threatening. But even so, Charlotte asked with some worry about seeing O'Falir's abnormal performance.

"What's wrong with you? What happened?"

"No, I.........I..."

O'Falil shook her head, and once again looked at the square outside the door, and this time, it seemed to have become a venomous snake's den. O'Falil shook his head vigorously, then slowly backed away. She did not stop until she reached the end of the hallway, when she was about to enter the hall, and at this time, O'Falriel looked much better than before.

"I'm sorry, Miss Charlotte, my body is a little uncomfortable. Regarding the arrangement of the reception, just like we discussed before. Just do it. If Lord Lord asks me, I will say that I am a little unwell. First Going to rest... During this time, I don’t want to see anyone."

"Ok."

Charlotte can naturally hear that O'Falriel's speech is full of loopholes and excuses, let alone say anything else, how can a soul body get sick? However, as a maid, Charlotte knew that this was not her concern, so she nodded with a smile, while O'Falil gave a long breath, and then showed a grateful smile to her.

"Thank you, Miss Charlotte, please tell Master Yulian, I will help him to see a lady who shouldn't be in trouble."

After she finished speaking, O'Falil turned and left immediately. She pressed her chest and hurried up the stairs to the guest room on the third floor. After walking to the door of a guest room, O'Falriel was long. After taking a breath, she closed her eyes, adjusted her breath, and then tapped the door lightly.

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