Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 13: The Qi Ming of the Sword and the Sword (Part 1)

　　 "Damn it!"

In the night when 　　 killing sounds everywhere, abrupt and wild laughter kept coming.

　　 On the blood-red street, the magnate of the Brotherhood, Morris leaned against the door of a grocery store, panting hard, pulling out an unsupported dagger from his shoulder with difficulty.

　　Beside him, an elite of the Brotherhood has fallen, with the same unsupported dagger stuck in the back of his head.

　　 Morris, the human trafficking tycoon of the Brotherhood, panted and waved to stop the killer Leyoke who was about to rush to the roof.

　　 "Can't chase! Kesi just wants us to be exhausted."

　　 In the distance, the "Knife Clown" of the Blood Bottle Gang flew away from the roof, leaving a wild laugh all the way.

　　 "But if this continues, we will be harassed to death by him-the clown is a power fighter, much stronger than the average power user."

　　Leyoke jumped down the street, looking at the five elites around him, all wounded, frowning.

　　 Morris took a deep breath and made a clear analysis: "He, and the ghost of the wind, are carefully selected, with the unique ability to contain us and hinder us from going to other people. , So that their super-powerful hands can slaughter our elite, and-even if the clown uses a throwing knife to die,"

　　 "It's better than what he led to the magician of Qi-those people are not a disaster." Morris stood up and waved his hand.

　　 "The retreat order should have been sent out, and the same order will probably be issued by the Qinchao. How much our people can survive depends on their luck."

　　Leyoke looked at Morris, waved to the elite, and the group continued to set off.

　　"Because of these ‘air walls’, we have been detouring, and others are probably the same. If we meet the magician himself--"

　　 Halfway through, Leyoke was interrupted by Morris:

　　"He won’t be easy! And we shouldn’t try to find the disaster! It’s not easy for the magician to maintain such an "air wall", but since he has chosen to divide and surround him, he has to rely on his own men. The lackeys came to snipe us, and this is our only chance."

　　 Morris gritted his teeth, showing a hideous expression.

　　"Let the group of self-righteous hypocrites, take a look at the Brotherhood, and take a look at the strength of our ‘inferior’!"

　　 "We who smashed out of the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain are not comparable to those of the blood bottle gang!"

　　 "Even if we can't go out, Black Sword will avenge us!"

　　 "Even if the enemy is a magician!"

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　　 In a dark house, only an old candle is burning.

　　 "You mean, all of us are trapped in Red Square Street? So far, except for a few thugs, no one who can be responsible has been able to come out?"

　　 Nasri nodded, he knelt on one knee, facing his boss in fear and respect, "Sleepless Eye" Corbion Lancer reported:

　　" Shortly after I took over the secret whistle’s shift, the first group of people who rushed out arrived. According to them, after Lord Morris ordered the retreat, the first few people who wanted to rush out were all caught Dorno took the ambush team and intercepted. It was not until just now that the bald Spean and Dorno both died at the entrance of Red Square Street, before they rushed out safely."

　　 No one knows exactly how old "Sleepless Eye" Corbion Lancer is this year. He only knows that since the establishment of the Black Street Brotherhood, he has been a giant in charge of intelligence gathering, mysterious and weird, and the darkness in the dark. , The secret in the secret.

　　 He will always hide himself under a dark red cloak, only showing his dry and thin chin, but everyone he is staring at feels a deep chill.

　　 Lanser pondered for a while, then asked slowly:

　　"Spin and Dorno are both the twelve strongest. Spin is extremely resilient, and Dorno is good at disguising sneak attacks. To kill both of them, at least someone above the thirteenth general level can do it. Here. Is it Leyoke? Is it Moria? Or Ed Leonsa or the Talen brothers? Or simply the two giants Cencha and Morris? Didn't you find someone responsible?"

　　 Lancer's words were vain and vague, as if they were coming from another room.

　　 Nasri shook his head, trying to contain the fear in his heart.

　　 What a misstep, Morris would probably be very dissatisfied with me—— Lanser thought silently, still calm on the surface.

　　 It's time to clean up the rats in the meeting.

　　 Brotherhood, it’s different from the team formed by a bunch of old guys twelve years ago.

　　 Lanser smiled strangely and waved to Nasri to pass the order.

　　"Wake up and activate all sleepless people in Xiacheng District! No matter if their alert period is up or not."

　　"Send all the people from the second and third posts to the entrance of Red Square Street! From the roof to the sewer, even how much hair grows on the legs of every black fly that flies over, I have to know Be clear!"

　　 "Yes!"

　　"Let the guys who escaped meticulously recall the details of the street, and the masters who chose the first sentry to sneak into Red Square Street one by one, set up sentry points without sacrificing. Flying pigeons, flare, torches, no matter what you use, at least Get in touch with Chencha and Morris! I want an unobstructed channel from Black Street to Red Square Street!"

　　 "Yes!"

　　"We will send the people from the fourth post to other sites, from the black street to the abandoned house, the stinking ditch to the sewers, the big bazaar to the west gate, and we will try our best to be on guard! The more this time, the less we can relax the headquarters. Be alert!"

　　 "Yes!"

　　"The fifth post was divided into two teams! One team notified the other giants in the meeting, and the first team immediately rushed to the Kingdom of Exeter to bring back the old guy Ramon! If he didn’t want to, he would say it was black The will of the sword!"

　　 "Yes!"

　　Cenza and Morris are among the Big Six. They are not vegetarians. It is impossible for the Blood Bottle Gang to trap them in it at no cost! Lanser lowered his head and stroked the ruby ​​ring on his hand.

　　 That fat man, after all, was a figure behind the Black Sword Palace! As for the big and tall Jincha, hey, the thing harder than his fist is probably his character.

　　 Also, Lanser thought secretly, and Edmund that dead cook...

　　 The outcome is still undecided.

　　 The expression under Lancer's cloak suddenly changed, and he found that his subordinates were abnormal.

　　 "What else did you say?"

　　 "Yes!" Nasri fell down in cold sweat and gritted his teeth:

　　 "The brothers in the post just found out that all the beggars in the abandoned house have escaped!"

　　"We only captured a part of it. We are now detained in a water jail, ready to be tortured."

　　 Lancer's jaw moved slightly.

　　 Sleepless Eye asked calmly: "What are you torturing?"

　　 Nasri clenched his fist, slammed his head, and spit out the worse news with difficulty:

　　"Quide Roda, died in the abandoned house!"

　　 "His deputy, Nar Rick is outside at the moment, please see you, Sir!"

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　　 "Go down and hide." Yala's tone became cold again.

　　 "This battle cannot be avoided."

　　 Thales slid down quickly, lay down beside a hidden stone pier, and took out a black cloth to cover his nose.

　　 Although there is already blood everywhere.

　　 Thales just took a couple of breaths, and Yala, who was next to him, jumped straight to the roof.

The 　　 female bartender performed a backflip, folded her upper body and pressed her hands to the ground, as if she was avoiding a hidden weapon.

　　 "咻!"

　　 As Yala stood up, Thales heard a rush of wind resounding through the street!

　　 Then, Yala dropped from the roof to the ground, the double knives on her legs had already reached her hands.

　　The wolf-leg knife cut out one after another!

　　 a few winds, hurried away.

　　 In the sound of the wind that couldn't distinguish things, Thales only heard the sound of "huhu" two clothes flapping, and he didn't know if Yala was hit.

　　 Then, a thin, gray figure appeared on the street.

　　 "Yeah, isn't this the female bartender in the sunset bar, wearing goggles, is she coming for a swim? Don't be so surprised, after all, I have hidden my appearance and drank on the black street."

　　"What are you wearing today is also gray? It's a pity that the weather is not good, otherwise we will be lovers."

　　 Feminine and weird voice, frivolous and uncompromising tone.

　　 Yala never talked much during the fight. She gently squatted down on one knee. Thales knew that this was a sign that she was going to exert her strength.

　　 The man in gray took a few steps forward, barely seeing the tattoos on his face in the faint moonlight.

　　 "Maybe I should introduce myself. Under Midila Rolf, you can also call me-"The Ghost of the Wind"."

　　 Taylor's heart tightened—another Twelve Xeon.

　　 "By the way, sister bartender, did you kill Dorno and Spin?"

　　"Don’t get me wrong, I actually hate those two evils too, but the adults have an order—"

　　 Yala starts acceleration without warning!

　　 In the next moment, Yala, silent, has galloped up to him.

　　 double knives with weird angles, cut out at the same time and change directions at the same time.

　　 Kill the sword!

　　 Thales shouted in excitement in his heart, watching Yala fight so many fights, rushing in and out of the crowd, to say that there is no hope of becoming stronger, and the desire for strength in my heart. , That is deceiving.

　　 But Rolf disappeared into the air!

　　 double knives cut the air.

　　 didn't work? Thales felt tight.

　　 Yala didn't stay at all, she turned abruptly, and the wolf-leg knife in her right hand rushed into the air!

　　 "ding!"

　　 there was a sharp metal impact.

　　 Rolf's figure reappeared on Yala's right hand, taking two steps backwards.

　　"Hey, why are you like Leyok?" Rolf flicked the Hidden Blade on the back of his left hand slightly, and said helplessly: "Can the killers of your brotherhood perceive my position? Yes, why don’t you like to say--"

　　 But before he finished speaking, a wolf-legged knife flew at him!

　　 Instantly kill the knife.

　　 "huhuhu!"

　　 The wind around Rolf was loud, and the wolf-legged knives in mid-air were blown into flight.

　　 "Dang!"

　　 was then knocked into the air by his sword.

　　 But Yala's figure smashed in front of the ghost of the wind, almost no slower than the flying knife!

　　Before he could react, the bartender made a backhand in her left arm and swept across Rolf's chest!

Has 　　 hit it?

　　 Thales was overwhelmed with excitement, waiting for the "Instant Killing Sword" to make contributions.

　　 But he was disappointed to see that the gray clothes on Rolf agitated, flying upwards against gravity at an incredible speed.

　　 staggered dangerously and dangerously!

　　 But Thales felt that Rolf's evasion was a little embarrassing this time, because his figure was actually vaguely visible, no longer without a trace.

　　 Yala wanted to continue the assault again, but she was tripped by something invisible under her feet, unable to continue her unstoppable attack.

　　The power of wind? Thales lowered his head and silently recalled the knowledge of the previous life.

The 　　 female bartender stepped back silently, picked up another wolf-legged knife on the ground, and waited for the next opportunity.

　　 "It's so risky. Does a bartender in the Brotherhood have this kind of strength?"

　　 Rolf gently wiped a scratch on his waist and abdomen, his face unhappy.

　　 The wound was deeper than expected, and the angle of the knife was weird—the speed and strength of the chopping were beyond prediction.

　　A sword technique that even super masters can threaten?

　　 seems to have heard it somewhere.

　　 Yala helped her goggles, holding a knife, squatting down on one knee.

　　 "Hey, bartender," Rolf saw that the other party was preparing for an assault, and suddenly he said in a dark tone:

　　 "Before I came to the stars, I also experienced a while on the mainland, and once saw an assassination in the Sera Principality."

　　 "That was the most direct, risky, and most difficult assassination I have ever seen in my life."

　　"The assassin used double knives. He used his power from the roof and galloped out. The offensive was continuous and unstoppable."

　　 Rolf lowered his head, his feminine voice was full of solemnity and seriousness:

　　 "So, "Migratory Locust Blade" Baannet Surryton."

　　"Who is yours?"

　　 Yala didn't reply, but Thales felt bad instinctively.

　　Baannette Surreyton?

　　 In the next instant, the graceful figure of the female bartender has galloped out, and in an instant, it hit Rolf's eyes!

　　 Thales had an illusion, the silent female bartender, after hearing the name, her mood changed!

　　 only listened to the long-silent female bartender, and snarled like crazy: "Stranger!"

　　 Yala Surryton, shoot with anger!

　　 Until now, Thales has seen Ya pull hands many times, and they have always been quiet, low-key, direct and lethal.

　　 But this time is different.

　　 This time, Thales heard it like never before, and Yala's knife roared like a thunder! .

　　 "Boom!"

　　Rolf's expression changed drastically.

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　　 "铿!"

　　 The two swords fought together like thunder!

　　 The bodies of the two figures burst out with shimmering energy, one is star blue, and the other is reddish.

　　 The promising aristocratic security officer, Cohen Karabyan, is gritting his teeth, feeling the power from the enemy sword, the opponent is not weaker than him, at least he is also a super swordsman-how long has he been Haven't met such an opponent?

　　 Ever since leaving the battlefield with the orcs?

　　 Still that time, challenge Miranda yourself?

　　 The two forces are intertwined and entangled, but Cohen knows that he has fallen slightly.

　　 The power of the star blue began to flicker on his silver-white sword, and Cohen knew that if this continued, he would be the loser sooner or later.

　　 Then his body shook suddenly, and the resulting vibration staggered the two people who were fighting their swords.

　　 The two figures separated suddenly, just a few steps forward with inertia.

　　 Cohen took six steps to stabilize his body.

　　 And his enemy, took two steps to grasp the balance.

　　 Cohen looked solemn and began to feel that it was necessary to rethink Director Robick's words.

　　 Then he turned around, looked at the tricky enemy in front of him, and questioned:

　　"You are also the Swordsman of the End. You were trained in the Tower of End, so you can have a better place to go."

　　"Why are you willing to bend yourself in the blood bottle gang, be a gangster, do evil, bully the weak?"

　　"The heart of the sword granted you by the End Tower, is it the consciousness of being a runaway dog, bullying and fearing hardship!"

　　His enemy slowly turned around, wearing a black half-body armor on his left shoulder, and a red bandage on his right arm. Under the red and black clothing, clear muscle lines were faintly visible.

　　 This is a fair-skinned man, but he does not make people feel elegant or delicate, because the look in those eyes is really murderous at this moment.

　　The swordsman in red and black clothes silently looked at the guard from head to toe, and finished.

　　 is this green-skin mouse, who has broken through the trap of adults?

　　 This green skin, this kind of standing and starting style-is a person from the army?

　　 just listen to the red and black swordsman, turn the cyan long sword with only one-sided guard in his hand, and say indifferently:

　　"Hey, green skin."

　　"When did the Security Department dare to deal with the blood bottle help?"

　　 Cohen took a step forward, narrowing the distance with the swordsman, coldly:

　　 "I'm not as a police officer, but as a terminator swordsman-Cohen Karabyan, questioning another sword! Answer me!"

　　 The scene was quiet for a few seconds.

　　 until the red and black swordsman's expression gradually became serious:

　　"My heart of the sword is uninhibited will, free choice, and the pursuit of power."

　　 "As long as I meet my needs, the Blood Bottle Gang, the Brotherhood, the Shield of Shadows, the Kingdom Secret Division, the Royal Guard, or the Tower of End, it makes no difference to me."

　　"So, your question is simply meaningless."

　　"As for you, Qingpi, you who are willing to be a running dog in a country, from that old tower, what you get is the consciousness of a running dog, right?"

　　 Hearing that the opponent is the End Swordsman, but has no respect or even a slightly hostile attitude towards the End Tower, Cohen's face finally became solemn, with surprise and shock.

　　 He remembered the story that the teacher told him when he was drinking while training in the tower.

　　 The tragedy of brother fighting against the wall.

　　 Cohen gritted his teeth in disbelief:

　　"You are the legacy of the sword of the end outside the tower!"

　　"You are in the line of "Sword of Disaster"!"

　　 As soon as his voice fell, the red and black swordsman moved!

　　 The reddish end power, surging around him like a tide, gathered into fierce waves, and with his cyan long sword, the momentum was astonishing!

　　 Sword Intent is fierce and violent!

　　 Cohen only felt that his whole body had fallen into a crimson vortex, the power of the end of his body was shattered and could not be mobilized.

　　The fierceness of the swordsman followed his long sword surgingly, and hit Cohen's chest!

　　His white face is also covered with frost, not as indifferently as before.

　　 "'Sword of Disaster"! Disaster? Compare us with that group of monsters?"

　　 "That's how you call Master Cthul's sword?"

　　 "His sword, our sword, is the real sword of the end."

　　 "Of course we are a disaster~ IndoMTL.com~ For you outdated, old-fashioned, sissy academics, we are your doomed disaster."

　　"One day, we will destroy the Tower of End and prove your absurdity."

　　's tone is cold and full of murderous intent.

　　 is the same as his cyan long sword that is surging.

　　 Cohen’s sword was in front of the cyan long sword, but in an instant, the sabre with blue stars bounced off!

　　 Cohen gritted his teeth and backed away embarrassedly, but the cyan sword seemed to follow with murderous intent, no matter which direction he dodges, he seemed to be unable to avoid it!

　　 The young police officer's heart slammed, and the silver-white saber flickered and handed it out again, this time directly at the swordsman's throat.

　　 But his enemies are still crazy and desperate, turning a blind eye to the sword that is about to strike, just urging the green sword in the red tide to roll toward Cohen's heart!

　　 The crimson power of the end, as the sword intent broke out, tore the clothes on Cohen's chest.

　　 Cohen tried his best to maintain his sword intent, but hopelessly saw the two swords crossing each other, each piercing towards the other's heart and throat in the friction of the power of termination!

　　 Damn!

　　 Is this the style of "Sword of Disaster"?

　　 This crazy and fierce sword style, unmatched strength, will at all costs, the consciousness of hurting both sides.

　　 No wonder you will be exiled!

　　 Cohen smiled bitterly, facing his death.

　　 Two swords, one blue and the other white, one stimulating a crazily unstoppable red tide, and the other shining with faint stars.

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