Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 16: Luck is really bad (part one)

Ada, brandish your knife. @乐@文@小说wwW.lWXs520.Ｃom

Fight like a holy elf.

We are the strongest race, and even the dragon can defeat it.

Ada opened her eyes suddenly, her face cold.

Countless moves and movements entered her mind in a breath.

From extremely quiet to extremely dynamic, she learned to remember the figure of a handsome knight, and instantly fell within the range of three steps in front of Caslan.

The sound of the wind whistles, and the scimitar blows out like a strong wind.

In this second, relying on the advantage of the opponent's soul-slaughtering spear being too long to be recovered, she cut out a thunderous knife!

Caslan, who had no expression on his face and only murderous intent in his heart, subconsciously started the confrontation as before.

But he felt a chill from his neck.

Dangerous.

He was confused and responded instinctively.

I saw the tavernkeeper's left hand twitched, and the Soul Slaughter Spear quickly slid back!

In an instant, his right hand was already holding a foot behind the head of the gun, abruptly turning the long spear into a short one.

Caslan completed the defense in an instant, and the black blade of the gun faced the scimitar.

Ada's heart shuddered.

She left a bit of strength in the thunder assault just now and can explode twice at any time.

If the opponent still uses counterattack to defuse the offensive as before...

She was able to cut off Caslan's head before being stabbed by the Soul Slaughter Gun.

It's a pity.

Forget it.

The elves find a ghostly figure from the vast memory, and find out the unique offensive.

Ada's eyes lit up, and her knife changed direction halfway.

"Swish! Swish!" The blade made three beeps in the air!

The blade has three folds in a row, with three feint attacks.

Caslan felt three chills from his lower abdomen, left arm, and chest.

But what was beyond Edda's expectation was that in the face of the dazzling offensive, Caslan stood still on the spot, his eyes red, and the spear head stayed in place.

Every knife can be turned into a killer move in an instant, but is he so calm?

Or is it because he abandoned his consciousness and used pure instinct to fight?

Ada gritted his teeth lightly, and the last feint instantly turned into a killer move.

The blade finally slid strangely towards Kaslan's right shoulder, and was about to chop off the opponent's right arm from top to bottom!

At this moment, Kaslan moved unexpectedly again.

His steps and hands moved quickly, and the position of the gun head changed to before the blade.

The gun blade faces the scimitar again!

Ada frowned fiercely, and the scimitar recovered.

The fear of the Soul Slaughter Gun forced her to avoid the blade of the gun.

Ada sighed in her heart.

This round of offensive has been completely cracked by him, so he can only find another opportunity.

This old man actually grasped her offensive keenly and accurately.

The first raid did not work, and the three feint attacks to hide the ultimate move did not work.

Instead, he leaned on her position and spear blade abruptly to resolve her attack.

The fourth time.

This is the fourth time her ultimate move has been cracked.

She has seen countless battles in her long life, and seen countless extreme fighters. Although most battles at the extreme level ended in an instant, there are still several extreme masters in Edda’s memory. Left a silhouette that impressed her:

The terrible aura and pressure of the eldest sister in the fight can drive the opponent crazy; Sara, who has an eternal smile, is a magical existence that can be carved with a big axe; the taciturn Midiel, then He is famous for his terrible killer moves that are endless without sacrifice.

Old Scar's back likes to track and torture the enemy's spirit with the lurking if there is no such thing as if there is no such thing; Kayla, who is wandering around, is best at changing the situation at the line of life and death, completely reversing the outcome.

The pedantic Stoker is based on the steady rhythm and the standing defense of the iron wall; the evil Lausanne Cavaliers do nothing but do nothing, and every movement is like an explosive assault of thunder; Parry the vampire Lai is accustomed to infinite feints that are indistinguishable, erratic and indistinguishable, hidden and killing.

The double swords of the heart in the rain can launch a speedy offensive beyond the sound between the electric light and flint; the slacker Sackel is an almighty genius knight who is good at catching every flaw of the enemy in trial and observation .

But the "earth-shaking" Kaslan in front of him broke her offensive at the last moment every time, every time it was a miracle like a Jedi escape.

Her offenses that perfectly imitated the above legendary masters, whether it was Lausanne’s Thunder assault, or Parelle’s infinite feint, seemed to be seen in an instant in front of this old man.

And this was still when he closed his consciousness and used pure battlefield instinct.

The legend of the undefeated battlefield-Edda, who has repeatedly failed to attack, sighed: How did Saker face this monster in those days?

But the battle is not over yet.

Ada, who was about to take advantage of the flexibility of the weapon to continue to attack, was surprised to find that the enemy's counterattack came earlier than expected!

"Chang!" The tip of the gun turned sharply.

Caslan's eyes were blood-red, and the Soul Slaughter Spear was sent out again in his hand, and it twisted and rotated strangely, bypassing Edda's previous block, and piercing the opponent's chest.

In Ada's mind, Stoke's impervious defense came to mind.

In the next second, in the face of a fatal stab, the dexterous Ada did not evade, but unexpectedly greeted him!

The elven scimitar slashed the ferocious spear head of the Soul Slaughter Spear.

"Clang!"

There was a sharp metallic sound.

For the first time after the war, Edda's delicate machete and Kaslan's spear slammed into each other, and the force of the hedge was so great that there was no trick.

Caslan swept away almost instinctively!

Ada shuddered slightly, and boundless force surged from the gun.

At that moment, the bones all over her body were trembling, and her arm joints even moaned. Numbness and severe pain followed.

The elf was surprised.

This kind of power...

Is he really in his sixties?

She shook her feet and was about to be swept down by sight.

In extreme battles, the victory or defeat is often decided instantly, and falling to the ground in such battles means death.

Ada's eyes darkened.

That's it.

When I was young, the elder sister's teaching reappeared in front of me.

Yeah, those long dusty memories are back.

Those fighting skills accumulated with sweat and hard work before awakening the "Consciousness" ability.

Those once beautiful, carefree days.

She learned how to fight against the inconsistent, old and cunning armed dwarves, how to deal with the hypocritical and misbehaving desert orcs, and how to deal with distant relatives of the elves who came from the kingdom of deep twilight and were equally smart but vicious and narrow. Learned how to deal with feasts, who are pretentious and rude vampires, and how to deal with humans who have terrifying power, stupid, dull and ridiculous—the above adjectives are all from her respect, fear, love, and admiration. Eldest sister.

And the enemy in front of me...

A fighter without flaws—I really saw it.

At this moment, a timid boy suddenly appeared in her mind.

It's him.

That kid.

Ada smiled bitterly. She still remembered how she was, watching him grow into a handsome and handsome boy year after year, watching him become a hearty and handsome young man, watching him being refined into the most terrifying The soldier, watching him leave at all moments within reach.

And his unique fighting posture.

Wait.

His battle!

But in a few tenths of a second, Edda's eyes refocused.

The next second, as soon as he fell to the ground, I saw Edda's wrist making a sudden turn.

Ada's knife cleverly clung to the barrel of the Soul Slaughter Gun. She did not exert any force to resist. Instead, she lifted her legs off the ground, letting the force push herself to rebalance her posture in mid-air.

She floated horizontally along the gun body.

The next second, her legs alternately tapped on the ground, but each time she touched like a dragonfly, her figure was constantly rushing towards Kaslan!

Kaslan, immersed in combat instinct, shook his spear blankly, trying to shake Ada away.

But the elves are like a spider that can't be thrown off, sticking to the gun firmly, approaching Kaslan at high speed.

Caslan felt the danger from instinct again.

"Hiss——"

Ada's eyes were firm, her blade rubbed against the barrel of the gun, and as she rushed forward, she slashed towards Kaslan's gunman.

The knife she pressed against the gun firmly controlled the direction of the Soul Slaughter Gun, preventing the enemy from having any chance to block or counterattack.

Everything happened between the electric light and flint.

At the moment when the blade was about to touch his hands, Kaslan let go of the Soul Slaughter Gun without any hesitation!

Caslan's left leg instantly backed away, his waist turned, his left shoulder was pulled back, his right shoulder arched out, and his right hand was already in his hand.

Ada's scimitar slashed to his chest.

But Kaslan is faster than Edda.

His right fist thundered like thunder!

"Boom!"

A thrilling muffled noise.

Caslan's punch hit Ada's right shoulder hard.

"Kara--"

The chilling sound of bone cracking came from Ada's shoulder every inch.

Ada's face was instantly distorted by severe pain, she gritted her teeth, moaning in pain.

At that moment, the elf lost all balance, fell to the ground without support, and the scimitar left his hand.

But the sense of crisis in Kaslan's heart continued unabated, and he raised his head like a frightened beast, looking for threats.

In just a second, Kaslan felt cold.

Caslan lowered his head subconsciously, and his left hand jerked toward his left chest!

"Clang!"

Another clear metallic sound.

I don't know when, the scimitar that Edda should have fallen with the owner appeared on Kaslan's chest.

The blade plunged into the tavernkeeper's left chest.

Blood dripped.

Ada fell feebly to the ground.

"Dang Cang!"

At this moment, the Soul Slaughter Spear fell to the ground and cried.

Ada also fell heavily, and her right hand was paralyzed to the ground.

Her left hand was still trembling in the air, maintaining the posture of throwing a knife.

The blade trembles on Caslan's chest.

Kaslan finally recovered, and withdrew from the instinct of knowing only battle.

The cold wind has blown.

This battle between the extreme realms has ended without warning.

Ada lay down on the ground, her right shoulder bone shattered, her face twisted and she couldn't help shaking.

Caslan was panting in pain, but his tall body still stood tall.

The winner is divided:

I saw the legendary "Shake the Earth", Caslan Rumba's left hand was stopping in front of his chest with blood dripping, squeezing Edda's machete firmly.

Don't let it move forward an inch.

Ada, who suffered a serious shoulder injury, was stunned.

She was sweating coldly, looking shocked at the knife she stopped in front of her opponent's chest, and then at Caslan who was holding the blade.

"How come?"

She murmured, as if she couldn't believe everything in front of her.

Just now, at the moment when Caslan made a killer punch, Edda shook his right hand, released the scimitar in the air, and changed the hilt to his left hand.

At the moment when Kaslan smashed her right shoulder with a punch and had no time to defend, Edda sent the left knife.

Take Kaslan's heart straight.

It was the final victory and the final blow.

The look of consternation stayed on Edda's face: She should have pierced Caslan's heart with injury for life at the last minute.

But...

Ada looked at the blade stuck on the enemy's chest, unable to move forward, and shook her head in disbelief.

Not possible.

Impossible!

I obviously, obviously...

Caslan saw the situation clearly, and took a breath of pain.

He reluctantly drew the scimitar one inch into his chest and threw it to his side.

Blood flowed from his chest.

The scimitar fell, making a squeaky noise that was characteristic of metal.

But Kaslan's heart was clear: He didn't hold the knife aimed at his heart in time.

He is still alive for some other reason.

Amid the severe pain of his right shoulder and the numbness of his right arm, Ada, who fell on the ground, trembled, and then dropped her already weak left hand sadly.

She lost.

"Impossible..." The elf who could no longer resist, murmured in shock.

"You have no armour and no resistance~IndoMTL.com~Ada's face is gloomy, she is lying weakly on the ground, enduring the sharp pain in her right shoulder with difficulty:

"I should have pierced your heart before you reached out...but..."

Caslan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed slowly under Ada's stare.

"Why," Edda's face was sweaty, looking at Caslan who couldn't help but hissed, struggling:

"Why can't I kill you?"

Caslan sat down on the ground.

He was panting, but he gave a relieved smile.

The sun was shining on the street, and the north wind roared over two opponents who were lying and sitting.

"Instructor Edda...cough...you..." I saw Kaslan coughing violently, and said with difficulty:

"Luck is so bad."