Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 19: True Type of the Blood Race (Part 1)

Under the setting sun, somewhere in the snow, dark and choking smoke filled the surroundings.

Ada flipped over with a tumble, tumbling continuously in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

"Hey, you also saw the explosion just now, people on both sides were blown up!" "Not to mention there is such a smoke!" Looking at the dense black fog, she raised with dissatisfaction He picked up the delicate scimitar engraved with beautiful patterns and shouted behind him:

"Can you stop being so annoying, let's go back to each house, okay?" Wurong Novel Network does not skip words.

A figure suddenly flashed, driving the surrounding smoke.

Simon Corleone, a blood race in the extreme realm, emerged from the air with a chill on his face.

"Okay," he said deeply, but before that, one of us had to fall down first. "

The seemingly young blood family disappeared instantly!

Ada stomped annoyedly, and the scimitar cut out like water.

The blade collided with the claw.

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In one second, five sparks flashed in the air!

"Don't you understand human words!" Edda angered, didn't he just turn somersault on your head! "

The secret guard spun out gracefully, like stepping on a beautiful dance step, avoiding the offensive of the blood race.

But the wind screamed, and the blood race took advantage of absolute speed to catch up with Edda's dreamlike body.

"Somersault?"

"You just insulted the dignity of a blood marquis." Simon's face was full of killing intent, and the landing point that appeared in front of Edda asked you to use your blood to cleanse this shame. "

Ada sighed.

"It turned out to be a paranoid who crackled a lot of nonsense for honor and dignity." She squeezed her neck, moved the joints of her body, and said helplessly. Well, in my experience, I have to Get rid of it before you can go. "

Simon’s eyes radiated anger, it seems you have a hard time understanding this kind of obsession. "

"There is no dignity of the strong, nor the pride of the strong. Regardless of the persistence of the strong-did you become an extreme state?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Edda let out a sigh of relief under the cloak, threw the scimitar towards the sky, and caught it with his other hand carelessly:

"Show your "true type", a kid who lives on blood."

Ada chuckled.

Simon's face changed, ignoring the "little boy" in the opponent's mouth.

"Are you the "real type" of the blood?"

The seemingly young blood family count coldly looks, you have also encountered extreme blood family before. "

"Hmph, inaccurate," Edda raised her delicate scimitar and curled her mouth confidently:

"In detail."

"I, slaughter the blood that has passed through the extreme realm."

Simon's pupils shrank.

Ada blew a whistle and continued to laugh:

"It's still in the status of ‘true’."

"Two."

The voice just fell.

Saimen roared, his claws burst into countless afterimages, blocking every direction of Edda!

"Dead!"

In the hands that the naked eye can't see clearly, the metal collides with the sharp claws!

Then it converged into a loud noise.

"Boom!"

A dazzling light flashed.

Ada groaned, and Simon screamed in pain.

The two figures separated in the air and fell to the ground.

"It's actually a blade that has been blessed by the goddess of the setting sun." Saimen looked cold, and his claws were "sizzling" with white smoke.

It seems to be burning.

He squeezed his fist, the blood from his whole body gathered in his hands, the old skin fell off, the new flesh was regenerated, and the injury was quickly repaired.

Simon raised his head and looked across.

There, the cloak covering Ada's head and face has fallen off from the middle.

Showing her whole picture.

Simon saw her clearly and was shocked!

He froze for a moment, then looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I said, there may be such masters in short-grown species."

"So you are not human at all."

The young blood looked at Ada.

Looking at her tight face, smooth contours, silver pupils, almost bright white hair, and a pair of slightly swaying sharp ears.

Ada looks back at him coldly.

Simon's hands were reshaped and turned into claws that were as sharp as a weapon of magic.

"You are neither a short-born nor a long-born."

He showed a hideous smile, but he was very jealous:

"You are the immortal."

"Elves."

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In the smoky jungle, a voice called him.

That is his teacher.

", Huaiya..."

"Your power of ending is not a classic power that has been tested by predecessors in the long river-it is a product of modern times, and its appearance is less than a century."

"After an unfortunate rebellion, the Tower of End has new enemies."

"The inheritors realized that to fight against this kind of enemy, we must reform our strength, reform our swordsmanship from the north, carry forward the inheritance of knights, and tolerate the fighting skills of Neda, Red Earth, and Far East. The final result is the power of the end—the power of the end."

"So over the centuries, under the unremitting research of generations of inheritors, a new kind of end power came into being."

"The power you have is the product of this innovation..."

"Compared with the melting of the glacier, the sword-washing, the glory of the stars, the celestial horse movement, these famous ending powers that have been passed down for thousands of years, it is far from perfect-it will bring to the owner, and it will not end. Know."

"But just as the ‘sage of the sword’ from the Far East said four hundred years ago: Even if there are 10,000 changes, it cannot be separated from the origin of the sword..."

"Your power is the same."

Wya Casso, eyes suddenly opened!

He instinctively picked up from the snow.

With bleeding on his forehead, he shook his dizzy head vigorously as he watched the sky full of smoke and the indistinct bushes.

Not far from him, a figure climbed up on the snow and rushed towards him quickly!

Huiya subconsciously touched the one-sided straight-edged sword to his side, turning around was a sword, abruptly opening a sharp claw!

"Clang!" The swords and claws intersected, sparks flew everywhere.

Under the huge impact, Wiya backed several steps through gritted teeth, trying his best to grasp the balance.

"As a short-born, you are very strong."

The male blood race with broken armor on the opposite side grinned, and his left hand also began to transform into sharp claws, but we are not the wives of Xilu. "

As soon as the voice fell, he disappeared from sight.

Huiya's pupils shrank, recalling Putila's reminder, resisting the urge to dodge with his legs, anticipating the opponent's next attack.

I want to predict the opponent's position, where will the attack be more deadly and unstoppable?

If he does attack from this position, how should I respond?

The claws of the blood race appeared from the left side of his throat.

Feel it!

Waiah, who was prepared for a long time, didn't even think about it, and the straight-edged sword was swung at a perfect angle.

Cut a pair of arms of the blood family.

Success!

But at the moment when Huai Ya was in a good mood, she felt a severe cold from the left shoulder to the left chest.

"Shit!"

Wai Ya took three steps backwards in disbelief, and pain came from her left body!

Not possible.

Wiya gritted her teeth and looked at the blood from the left shoulder to the ribs and the deep bone scratches.

I clearly struck him in the arm!

Waiya felt dizzy, and swayed a step back. He held a birch tree with his left hand, but affected the wound on his left side. The pain made him cold and sweaty.

"Good response, but didn't the short-born next to you teach you?" The blood family figure reappeared in front of him, licking the blood on his right paw, and chuckled the blood family above the super level. , All have their own special abilities. "

"...Are you not ready?" Wurong Novel Network does not skip words.

Special ability? Wiya looked at the other's intact arms and sighed: **** vampire.

So can you ignore my slash?

"Do you think about my ability?" Wurong Novel Network does not skip words. The Kindred looked at Huaiya who was panting, and raised his mouth confidently.

Wiya frowned.

What kind of ability is...?

"Then I will tell...hahahaha..."

Half of the kinship words, I suddenly laughed happily:

"...may tell you!"

"Do you think I am the villain in a knight novel? A lot of nonsense, and I will explain my battle for you..."

But before the word "battle" is finished, the claws of the blood race are in front of you again!

Damn it!

He said so much to draw my attention!

"Chiff—pull!"

Huaiya roared and swung out a sword, but because the activation was slow, the blood race tore a huge wound from behind!

Huaiya panted in a hurry, his sword went towards the head of the blood race, but it only cut into the air.

What is his ability?

To be able to ignore my sword attack!

"The last blow," the blood race showed his figure again, coldly saying that the next time it was the last blow. "

Feeling the sharp pain in her body, Huai Ya struggled to close her eyes.

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"Aren't you looking at it?" Wurong Novel Network does not skip words.

Chris pulled off a piece of ragged clothes on his body, revealing a deadly skinny appearance, with completely inconsistent knotted muscles, watching the sky full of smoke, and coldly facing Hesta in front of him.

"No, it's an alchemy ball dominated by smoke, sound and light," Hesta took off the left shoulder armor that had shattered in the battle just now, and replied with full concentration:

"Yes, it's your master who is playing ghost tricks again."

"But I am very confident in Your Majesty."

"In contrast, I am more worried about you, old." Hesta stepped forward and looked at Chris.

"It is a great honor." Chris also took a step forward without showing weakness.

The two stood facing each other.

In a few seconds.

"Remember the first time we confronted the enemy?" Wurong Novel Network did not skip words. Hesta said with emotion.

"Of course, maybe forgotten." Chris replied coldly.

"Yes, at that time, you were still a lieutenant in the final empire~IndoMTL.com~Christamuel Linka." Hesta took a deep breath and I, the kid of the Kitseri tribe Little Chief, Hesta Chula. "

"You are on that side, and I am on this side, for inexplicable reasons, toward each other, regardless of life and death, desperately charging."

"It's so nostalgic." Hesta sighed.

"Remember?"

Chris shook his head and snorted coldly:

"Excuse me for disagreement."

"Those nightmarish years...changed everyone, including you and me, including your majesty."

Hesta, what Chris referred to as "Your Majesty" is not Katerina or Serena.

It is the huge and terrifying black shadow under the nightwing.

He raised his head, and the two of them met each other.

"But those years are meaningful after all." Hesta sighed:

"Those...years in the battle of the end."

The next moment, the two opened their fangs and roared!

The flesh and blood changes color, deforms, and—degenerates during the expansion!

Huge bat wings, with sharp bone spurs, broke out of the back.

Unfolded suddenly!

The skin on the body fell off in pieces, and the muscles under the skin turned into hard cortex, which became deep and pitch black.

The two quickly deformed--no, they "grew".

The pinna is tall.

Her snouts and snouts.

His eyes are red.

The fangs are terrible.

The joints become thorns.

The fingers are sharp.

Two extreme blood races who have gone through countless years, transformed into legendary terrifying monsters, bat wings spread out, roaring at each other. (To be continued.)

Chapter 19 The True Type of the Blood Race (Part 1)

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