Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Someone next to me asked

"Have you found anything?"

"No, I must have read it wrong."

Although it looks like the life force of the elves, the external miraculous performance is specious, and the inside seems to be completely different.

coincidence...

……

ヾ(?〇｀)ノ???

Chapter 420 The Sixth So-called King

The war horse suddenly turned around in the air and trampled over with its iron hooves, but was calmly dodged by Qin Tian.

The spear swept across and was blocked by the blade.

The impeccable swordsmanship unfolded in this forest. Even under the chaotic gravity and violent vitality, the king was still graceful and not in the slightest embarrassment.

The war horse neighed, the blade swept across, and the two sides were evenly matched.

"It's really amazing, Qin Tian."

Wang smiled, admiring and admiring without hesitation, and then a sudden force burst from the blade, pushing Qin Tian away.

"each other"

Qin Tian approached again and swept out his spear, but the forest disappeared in an instant.

The air exudes an ominous gray and black, and a strong smell of sulfur lingers on the tip of the nose. When a new page falls completely, the dark clouds have already covered the sky.

Anxiety suddenly surfaced.

In his impact, the scorched ground split open suddenly, blocking the young man's progress. The red magma brushed past his face, and rushed into the sky with a scalding heat wave, with a slight difference.

Followed by the second, the third...

The fiery flame illuminated the dark world.

In this doomsday-like scene, piercing howls burst out.

The spearhead submerged into the magma, tore apart the pillar of fire, and was burnt red, swirling towards the king's face with scorching heat.

Wang turned his head and let the tip of the spear whistle past his ears. Immediately afterwards, he saw the empty spear behind the red pillar of flame.

Qin Tian arrived in an instant.

The draped purple sword flashed!

Amidst the high-pitched sound of gold and iron colliding, a strand of hair fell from Wang's face again. He was no longer calm, but his expression became more majestic.

The war horse neighed angrily, crushed the lava rising into the sky, and charged towards Qin Tian.

The blade swept across.

collapse!

The spear and the blade collided again in the air, and Qin Tian retreated again, his movements froze... His spear was caught by one hand.

Is that so?

The blade of the sword had already been cut down along the arm, and in an instant, he let go of the spear, but the blade had already come along the body of the gun, leaving a deep bone wound on his wrist.

The war horse and Qin Tian crossed and landed.

The lava has disappeared without a trace, and on another page of the story, the two have landed on the top of the bell tower, stepping on the spire as sharp as a knife.

As if a stone was thrown into a calm lake, the melodious bells slowly swayed into the distance.

The horse landed lightly on the bell tower, and the king on the horse stared at the young man in the distance, and said with a smile

"It's really a pleasure to have an opponent like you!"

"Each each other."

Qin Tian inserted the spear into the top of the tower, tore off a cloth belt to wrap around the wound on his hand, and looked at the king in front of him.

"I think going all out is the respect for the opponent, don't you? Your Majesty."

The king on the horse smiled, as if a little regretful

"That's true, but I just don't want this fight to end so early."

"If only this was the case, the battle would have ended earlier, Your Majesty."

Cloaked in purple aura rose from the young man's body, and he used his supernatural power to shrink the ground into inches, and the purple footprints were deeply reflected on the stone carvings of the bell tower.

The boy was moving forward, telling him with a smile word by word

"I am strong!"

"I see……"

Staring into the boy's eyes, Wang was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing

"Then do as you wish! I will do my best, so—please let me have fun!"

At that moment, the king on the horse once again raised the long sword in his hand, and the dusty haze disappeared, revealing his true appearance.

The tsuba made of gold and the gems embedded in the hilt radiate charming brilliance, and the sharp iron-cut blade shines brighter than the sun. The sword blade reflects his handsome face, as solemn as a prayer.

Calling softly into the distance.

"—People, please bless me!"

As a result, the soft sound of the piano sounded like a dream.

Just behind that page, a dreamlike kingdom emerged, the girl plucked the harp, and the people hummed softly, praising the glory of the knights.

As if through thousands of years of time and space, the legends of the past reappear today.

The extolled hero stood before the enemy again.

The sound of the horn is stirring from the melody, countless people are cheering, and above the lost country, there is a faint dreamlike singing sound...

That is……

Qin Tian's pupils contracted slightly, and then he heard Wang's voice

"Look, Qin Tian!"

Wang smiled and raised the blade in his hand.

Amidst the impassioned trumpets, the king clenched the sword in his hand, as if he clenched his own destiny.

"This is the land I guard, and this is our legend in the past!"

The crown of glory rises from the top of his head, and the bright light condenses on the king's sword. With the neighing of the horse, pure white light spreads on his body, and the blood color that solidifies on the surface fades away, revealing a new winter snow-like The face of Shenjun.

The legendary knight, the legendary king, stands here at this very moment.

"White horse?"

Qin Tian was dumbfounded for a moment, staring at the king high above the sky, the corners of his mouth twitched undetectably.

"Did you release a sea before?"

"Did you hear that? Qin Tian."

Above the sky, Wang Chang smiled and proudly spread his arms.

"How can a king be called a king without people and land to protect? The so-called king is definitely not alone!"

Behind the endless sky, the sound of the horn gradually became louder, and amidst the soul-stirring drums, the war horse neighed, emitting a dazzling light like the sun.

Immediately afterwards, the wind howled, and the knight galloped forward.

Qin Tian blocked with his spear.

boom!

With just one blow, Qin Tian flew upside down without any resistance.

He felt his eyes go black for a moment.

And the trampling sound of horseshoes gradually approached, and the horses trampled on the air, and they gave out a roar like thunder, and the chants of the countries outside the distant world climbed up again, and the dreamlike singing burst up, and the unbelievable high-pitched voice turned into an unyielding struggle against fate , Singing the tragic song of the hero.

The chorus of countless people played.

On the king's holy sword, the light shines brightly.

cut!

Qin Tian was knocked into the air again, his upper body had already lost consciousness, and he flew back tens of meters again, the spear broke, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood with a puff, his face was pale.

Broken halberd, propped up his body.

He stared at the king on the horse in the distance, but at this moment, he felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.

It's just brightened, it's just that the sword glows, it's just...an extra crown, but it makes people feel so helpless.

It was as if there were tens of thousands of people following him, as if facing thousands of troops.

The king stood in front of his own country and on the battlefield, and was praised by all people for his legend and great deeds, majesty and kindness.

The legend in the story really came here, in this chapter of history!

……

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Chapter 420 The Seventh So-called Prince

"The king will die."

Raguel raised his hand, spread his palm, and between five fingers, a dark red chess piece slowly emerged—wearing a crown on his head, wearing white clothes, and holding a book. face.

"I think it's your turn to appear next."

He slowly got up, gently put the chess pieces into Augustus' hands, bent down, and whispered in his ear

"His Excellency 'Bishop' of the nightmare."

"I will"

Augustus calmly folded his five fingers together and asked again

"how about you?"

"Ok?"

The curly-haired gentleman who was about to leave stopped, and turned his head in confusion.

"Where do you plan to play on the chessboard?"

Raguel laughed, took off the bowler hat on the coat rack, and put it on his fluffy hair

"For chess players, there is no need to prepare any representative objects on the board, right?"

Augustus said nothing.

Raguel nodded, turned and left.

When passing by the seat by the window, he paused slightly, and looked down seemingly unintentionally.

On the seat was a dark-skinned Arab male, in his early thirties, with black hair and blue eyes. Even in winter, the high-necked windbreaker and gloves looked a bit out of place

He was frowning and drinking coffee with too much sugar in his hand, and looked up at Raguel, who also looked at him.

The two calmly looked away and continued to go their separate ways.Just like back then...

……

"The rule this time is music..."

Qin Tian picked up the broken spear and stood up staggeringly. The faint roar of the dragon sounded behind him, accompanied by the Qingling guzheng, so low.

But immediately the king drew his sword and slashed again!

The roaring chorus easily tore this fragile and lonely guzheng apart.