Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 69: Change hands

"Be careful of his attack!" Wiya's voice came from his ear: "Just hold him!"

The blade slid over Cohen's head, bringing a glow.

Thinking of the power of that weapon, Cohen didn't dare to resist or fight back.

He could only frown, leaned short and rolled on the ground in pain, avoiding the sun saber.

This is the third time he has dodged in embarrassment.

The smell of burnt hair came from my nose.

Damn it.

Cohen angrily squeezed the "bearer" sword in his hand, only to feel that he had never encountered such an aggrieved battle.

Even facing the gray **** who are more than two and a half meters tall in the desert, relying on his tall stature and extraordinary arm strength, the guard dare to take a few hard blows from the injuries, creating for the attack of his companions opportunity.

But facing this...

"Be careful!"

Cohen hasn't finished thinking about it, the black-sand-collared fiery knight, Rom Tuleha, one of Exter's five generals, his sturdy body quickly rushed in front of him!

The pupils of the police officer suddenly shrank!

Why so fast...

The fiery knight made a solid punch and hit the center of the hilt that Cohen hurriedly raised!

"Boom!"

The latter was shocked and his chest hurt, his figure was unstable, and his feet shook again!

Before he had time to be surprised by the madness that the opponent could only attack but not defend, the fiery temperature of the rising sun saber hit Cohen's face again.

However, Cohen is in a dilemma that he has just taken a firm footing, he can't even adjust his posture, let alone defend him!

Cohen is an exciting spirit.

Oops.

Cohen, who has experienced many fights, immediately understood.

"Remember, fighting is not a game of changing hands for you and me, and it is not a turn-based boxing show to see who can be beaten more." This is what his teacher once told him: "You always Giving up an attack, counterattack, or defense, and changing to back or dodge is equivalent to turning yourself into a stake."

"It is more equal to the opponent having an undisturbed offensive opportunity: he can better grasp the rhythm, adjust his posture, move with peace of mind, stack the offensive, and attack a more threatening move-you take a step back, It means that the enemy takes two steps forward, and many wins and losses are decided in this breath."

Cohen gritted his teeth: Yes, you can't change hands in battle.

I am afraid of the opponent's weapon superiority, blindly dodge, regardless of defense and counterattack, so Tuleha's offense is not hindered, and a single blow is more powerful than a single blow.

In the end, the police officer had lost all his advantages and could not fight back and let others kill him.

With the chess game, in battle, changing hands means a dead end!

Cohen regretted it, but could only watch the rising sun saber get closer.

"Hey!"

Seeing that Cohen's situation is critical, Wiya roared, unfolding only two-thirds of the single-edged sword, and attacking Tuleha's back!

The Unreturned Front filled his right arm, releasing the purest killing intent in the sting.

Wiyaa made up his mind to force Tuleha back to defend.

At the moment, Cohen was surprised to find that Tuleha's protruding body shook slightly, and the sun saber no longer moved forward.

The fiery knight's eyes flashed ruthlessly.

The guard felt cold.

"Be careful!" Cohen instantly realized the key to the situation, ignored himself, yelled at Huaiya angrily: "His goal is..."

But before Cohen's words were finished, Tuleha's body spun!

Everything happened between the electric light and flint.

"Shit!"

This is the sound of Wyeah's broken sword slashing the armor connection of Tuleha's upper left arm, breaking through the flesh and blood.

Faced with Wiya's offense, the Fire Knight had no intention of defensively. He turned around and calmly threw away his left arm.

"Boom!"

Wai Ya's eyes widened, watching Tuleha, ignoring the injury on his arm, passing through his sword shadow with his left hand, and strangling Huai Ya's neck!

Lift him up and lift his feet off the ground.

"Boom!"

Wiyah only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head—he was pushed hard against the wall by Tulleha.

"Dang Cang!"

Only half of his single-edged sword fell weakly.

Cohen stared blankly at Tuleha to stop Wiyaa in an instant and press him against the wall.

"Falled down by the same trick twice?" Tulha raised his **** left arm and looked at the prince's attendant who was struggling in vain and was strangled by himself: "You still want to hold me? You know how to fight. Noble master!"

Huiya desperately grabbed Tuleha's hoop-like left hand, bent his legs, and slammed against the wall!

His left leg pressed against the wall, and his right leg kicked out!

Tulha turned sideways slightly.

"Boom!"

Wai Ya's right leg is centered on Tuleha's belly armor.

But apart from the tremor of the armor, the Fiery Knight just didn't move.

"Fighting," Tulha said coldly in a self-talking tone: "This is a game of life."

Wiya gave a shocked expression.

How come...

"The conservatives hug their heads and be beaten, the enthusiasts die in battle," In Huaiya's unwilling eyes, the burning knight raised the sun saber in his right hand, his tone was cold: "Only to swim back and forth between calm and madness Only those who go can enjoy the final victory."

The saber of the rising sun aimed at Wiya's chest, again emitting amazing heat.

Waiya, who was unable to struggle, felt the temperature rise, and her heart felt cold.

The police officer let out an angry roar, struggling to flee from the ground, only to find that it was too late.

After a few minutes?

Have they completely failed?

The saber darted forward, piercing Huaiya's chest.

Just now.

A palm abruptly appeared in front of Tuleha.

Tulha frowned slightly.

"Pop!"

The weapon of the Burning Knight was "grabbed" by this palm.

The sun saber cut through this palm, and the palm was connected to the hilt.

There was a terrifying sound of "sizzling" between the blade and the palm of the hand, the flesh and blood were burnt, and even the flames appeared.

"I've caught you," a young and calm voice came with a slight gasp: "Sunburst Saber, Fiery Knight."

Cohen and Wyah both turned their heads in surprise.

Raphael Lindbergh stood in front of Tulleha, with his scorched right hand outstretched blankly, regardless of the threat of the hot blade, five fingers firmly grasped the hilt.

The flames that ignited in the palm of his opponent were unconscious.

"When I lost the Rising Sun Sabre, Roma Tuleha," Raphael's left hand squeezed Tuleha’s wrist holding the sword, two hands one behind the other, firmly controlling the Rising Sun Sabre. In front of him, just listen to him whispered: "Are you still that hot knight?"

Tulha's eyes shrunk, looking at Raphael's burnt-out, but still clinging to the hilt and blade of his right hand.

Looking at the scorched hand, no one was more surprised than him.

Although it looks miserable... But the high temperature of the sun saber can even cast iron and melt gold!

Tulha's heart is shocked: There is a problem with this guy's hand...

Who is he—no, what is it?

"In the life-gambling game," Raphael who appeared suddenly glanced at Cohen, and said coldly to Tuleha: "Extreme Realm or Mortal, their lives--there is no difference! "

The next second, Cohen, who had been in harmony with him for many years, roared and violently!

The brilliance of stars shone a little bit of starlight on his skin and blade, attacking Tulha!

Tulha's right hand exerted force, but found that his right arm was still firmly controlled by Raphael-the young man's arms made strange rustling noises, constantly shaking, very strange.

The knight frowned.

His right arm only moved a few inches away, and the young man was holding it firmly with a clever angle and focus, and he couldn't move!

No!

The Burning Knight could hardly conceal the shock in his heart: This kind of strength-does not match his size at all!

On the next breath, Tulha showed a fierce expression, turned his right wrist, and tried to use the sun saber to break through everything and retreat Raphael.

As he turns, the blade is drawn!

However, Raphael, who clamped the enemy's arm, only adjusted his figure, and instantly flashed to the outside of the enemy's forearm, the blind spot of the sun saber.

Only a piece of clothing was cut off by the blade and burned to ashes.

Tulha felt cold.

Oops.

Can't move, can't dodge.

The weapon is restricted and cannot be blocked.

This is this young man, is he a good strategy?

In his thoughts, the burning knight's vest chilled--behind him, Cohen raised his sword "Heavy Bearer" with a decisive expression, and the power of ending filled his arms.

Sighted at the back of Tuleha's neck, the police officer roared, slashing with an astonishing sword!

"Shit!"

Jian Feng broke Toulha's neck.

Bring out blood.

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"Although this girl is of Walton's blood," Lombard said coldly: "But she is just a woman, and she has no right to inherit the position of Grand Duke of Longxiao City-no matter standing here and questioning us! "

Duke Heisha cast his terrifying gaze on Selma, causing the girl to give a slight shock, and unconsciously touched the "Triumphal" in his hand.

"Put away your unnecessary sympathy and accustomed fear, princes," Rumba said lightly in an unquestionable tone: "She is not us, this girl has no right to make decisions about Exeter's future. "

The Grand Duke of Trudida shrugged slightly, seemingly approving.

Just now.

Under the gazes of the princes, Thales let go of Selma and stepped forward slowly but decisively.

"So you finally said it, Lord Lombard."

Thyls whispered: "For Exeter?"

Rumba's face moved slightly.

Thyls clenched his fist secretly.

Selma used her own identity to open the hole for him to break the game, and he wanted to seize the opportunity and press on step by step.

Use the only remaining chips in his hand.

Break them out!

Tyles took a deep breath, and his eyes were determined: "As the princes of Exter, facing the huge threat of the Star Kingdom, you must stand together, right?"

The atmosphere in the hall changed as soon as he spoke.

People's breathing began to be disordered.

The princes looked at him differently.

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned slightly: "What?"

"Look," Rumba snorted coldly, "He knows better than us."

Grand Duke Lecco reacted and coughed softly: "I have to admit that our two countries are rivals..."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Thales interrupted Lecco with a strange response.

"Yes!"

"On this point, I very much agree with you, Grand Duke Lecco," the prince of the stars said calmly: "In order for Exter's future not to be destroyed by the stars, you should be like this. Point the finger at me and the kingdom behind me-even if it violates the co-governance oath, even if it violates your conscience."

"Your choice is correct." Thales said decisively.

As soon as this statement came out, Duke Ronnie frowned slightly, and Duke Rumba's eyes froze in midair.

The princes looked at each other one after another, their eyes mixed with confusion and surprise, as if they were surprised and doubted by Thales' words.

Thelma behind him was slightly startled and pulled his sleeve.

Tyles ignored her, instead looking straight at the only expressionless person in the court-Grand Duke Lecco who guarded the city.

The eyes of the old man flashed with a peaceful but complicated light, which was in contrast with the pure coldness of the eyes of the old man.

"But have you thought about it?"

Thyls slowly adjusted his speech rate, breathing and heartbeat smoothly: "Have you thought about it?"

He knows that the next thing to say is the key.

"What you are doing now is not your Exeter, Grand Duke Lecco," Thales said softly, turning slowly to Ronnie, Trudida, and Austria. Le Xiu three people: "Neither yours, yours, or your Exter, the four princes."

Grand Duke Lecco squinted slightly.

Under the complex eyes of the four princes, Thales continued to speak:

"You stand here, and everything you compromise and fight for is'his' Exter."

In the hall, the vicissitudes and roughness of the black sand Grand Duke suddenly enlarged his eyes!

He looked hard to Thales!

As if to tear his whole body.

But Thales didn't realize it.

Tyles stepped forward, looking at Duke Black Sand with a calm expression:

"It is Exter who belongs to Charman Rumba alone, and belongs to him alone."

Rumba slowly squeezed his fists, and met Thales's gaze, with boundless anger in his heart.

The boy.

The biggest accident!

"For his own Exter," the prince of the stars calmly said, "The Grand Duke of Lombard has the most complete consciousness, he can sacrifice everything."

He turned his head abruptly and looked at the four grand princes, his tone determined:

"For example, from the very beginning, he was prepared to sacrifice those who had sworn allies with him..."

"But kept in the dark..."

"Allies."

The eyes of the princes all stopped.

Boom!

The scabbard of the Grand Duke of Lombard fell heavily to the ground!

Attracted the attention of many people for a while.

"I'm so fed up," Rumba's voice was filled with imperceptible anger: "Don't you think it is absurd?"

"From just now to the present, our princes stood here so stupidly watching his performance?"

The Duke's gaze swept towards Duke Heisha.

Tyles pursed his lips—he knew that the attitude of the princes would determine the course of the battle.

"Don't forget the heavy responsibility we have and the still heavy future."

Rumba reminded the four princes with warning and impatience: "Please remember, he is our enemy, and depending on his performance, he may be the most terrifying enemy."

The princes did not speak.

Thyls felt that Selma grabbed his hand suddenly hard because of tension.

Rumba looked at the silent princes and nodded.

He turned his head: "Guard..."

Tyles felt tight!

He looked at the princes, his heart anxious.

Quickly.

Quick!

Just now.

"Charman!"

A voice that was obviously old and muddy, but sounded like a natural sound to Thales, interrupted Rumba in time.

Grand Duke Lecco touched his bald head, closed his eyes, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Charman, Charman, as a prince of the Northland, your courage, strategy and methods are rare in your peers, I admire it," Grand Duke Lecco said slowly: "I think, even if it is "The Whisperer" Solon III cannot do better than you."

Rumba didn't speak, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

The next moment, Grand Duke Lecco opened the pair of eyes that had changed from turbid to clear again, and looked at Thales: "But why are you so afraid of him?"

"Is it really just because he is standing behind the Star Kingdom, or is he talented?"

Rumba was startled slightly.

"We are not blind, Charman," the old man sighed:

"From this boy's appearance to the present, everything you say, no matter what your position, is to prevent him from speaking."

Rumba turned to the old man in disbelief, then looked at the others.

But they all looked at Rumba coldly, without saying a word.

At that moment, Thales’s nervous heart jumped out of his chest before it fell back to its original position.

"Is this kid really so scary?" Grand Duke Lecco's words were light, but they were enough to spread in the hall:

"Does he really need only one light sentence to kill all five of us here?"

Thyls raised his eyebrows slightly.

Actually-Thales took a deep breath, recalling the options that Ashida gave him, and silently said in his heart:

You are really right.

"Or," Grand Duke Lecco curled his mouth like an ordinary village elder, and cast an ugly smile on his wrinkled face, but his words were shocking:

"Will he really say something that interests us all?"

Rumba lowered his face.

He never felt more than now that the princes in front of him were so stupid.

"If you want to listen to him, you can wait until later in jail for a slow interrogation," the Grand Duke Heisha responded coldly: "But we still have urgent things to do, don’t forget that Longxiao City still It's a mess! Don't forget Prime Minister Lisbane..."

Grand Duke Lecco interrupted him loudly: "Prime Minister Lisbane will understand!"

The old man has serious and sharp eyes: "The problem is, Charman, as an ally, why don't you understand our concerns?"

Rumba clenched his teeth, looked at the peaceful Thales, and then at Lecco.

"What about you?" Heisha turned his head and looked at other people: "Will you go so crazy?"

The one who answered him was Olesiu.

"For six hundred years, the Olesiu family has always reminded our children and grandchildren," the Weiland leader stared at Thales with a subtle look: "Never underestimate any bright star, even if he Downfall, no matter how obedient, no matter how weak."

Thyls showed an innocent and helpless expression.

"So," Olesiu said, "I would rather listen to him and hang him."

"I'm very supportive of you, Chaman," Trudida sighed slightly behind Olesiu: "But compared to antagonism, I think what we need at this time is unity of consensus. "

At that moment, Rumba clenched his sabre tightly, expressionless.

He turned his head, only to find Grand Duke Ronnie staring at him, giving Rumba a nasty smile.

"Go on, boy," Grand Duke Lecco ignored Rumba's reaction and unquestionably set the theme for the next meeting: "Especially the part that sacrificed allies."

Thyls smiled.

He knew that from this moment on, the game had changed hands.

The balance tilts again.

Slightly afraid of hitting the back of Selma's hand to comfort her, Thales turned around and nodded slightly to Grand Duke Lecco.

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"The assassin that Chaman Rumba bought, Baannet Surryton, has been hiding on the Sky Cliff," Thales took a deep breath, remembering the conversation overheard in the carriage , Speak word by word:

"He planned to sneak into the Palace of Valor from there, and take advantage of the opportunity of the White Blade Guard being drawn away to assassinate King Nunn in the palace."

Rumba closed his eyes.

For the first three seconds, the princes did not respond.

But soon, the four grand princes quickly looked at each other.

They exchanged surprised eyes.

"Yes, in Lombard's original plan."

"King Nunn will die here somehow, in this heavily-blocked Valiant Palace," Thales' voice was steady, but full of solemnity and sadness:

"Die by your four grand princes."