Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 20: True Type of the Blood Race (Part 2)

The Kindred was surprised to find that Huai Ya closed his eyes tightly.

Is this waiting to die?

It seems there is no way to know his abilities—the young attendant sighed silently.

There is only one solution left.

"Don't always think about the opponent's weakness, Wyah. That's what the army commander will do." The teacher's words echoed in my ears.

Waiah endured the pain and turned the single-edged sword with his right hand, and changed it to a reverse grip.

"More importantly, to grasp your own strengths."

Huaiya's breathing gradually stabilized, and the sharp force like hairspring gathered on his right arm.

His pores were agitated by this terminating force, and they suddenly exploded like spikes.

"The powerful swordsmen in history are all self-centered, with only their own sword in their eyes."

For an instant, the blood race only felt that the eyes staring at Huaiya sting slightly, as if staring at a sharp blade.

This is... the power of the end?

The complexion of the blood race changed drastically.

Before he develops momentum...

Kill him.

"Swing one's strongest sword-this is far more important than victory, far more important than life and death!" In the memory, the teacher smiled.

Huaiya took a deep breath, as if practicing thousands of times in the tower, the power of the end scraped across the body like a blade.

He saw it.

Amidst unbearable pain, he saw the sharp sword intent radiating, giving him feedback in this world.

That was the enemy's killing intent.

Like a beam of fire in the dark.

So dazzling.

He saw it.

The blood clan roared, his stature rushed, his claws skyrocketed!

Go to hell, use the short seed of the sword.

You have no chance to use your final power.

"Huaiya, understand your power of ending."

No matter what the other party is.

No matter how strong the enemy is.

Ignore the gains and losses.

"It is the power that wanders on the fringe of madness." I still remember the teacher sighed.

I just need to make sure that my strongest hit is enough.

"There is another unlucky name..." She took up the sword and carved a few words.

The blood race smiled grimly, and instantly attacked him.

It's over.

"Unreturned front." Teacher her, lonely and authentic.

Huiya opened his eyes abruptly.

The sword in his hand has already been swung.

There is no return from the sword.

Unmatched sharpness.

"Puff!"

Blood shoots.

Huaiya knelt in pain!

The blood race smashed Huaiya's right shoulder clothes and dropped to the ground.

The Kindred looked at his claws in doubt.

Not killing him?

Why... so?

But he soon knew the answer.

The Kindred trembled all over and looked at his arms carefully, where a blood line appeared.

No.

This is impossible.

With my ability...

He can't hit me!

"Plop!"

His arms, from below the upper arm, fell smoothly to the ground.

The Kindred's mouth opened in shock.

This... how sharp?

He raised his head and looked at the single-edged sword.

It's just an ordinary sword.

Why?

Then, flush with the upper arm of the blood clan, a line of blood appeared on his chest.

"Boom!"

A dull sound.

His upper body left the torso and fell off.

The cut is smooth.

Why—the Kindred thought desperately, he wanted to exhale and roar.

But he can't speak anymore.

A blood-specific black heart was divided into two parts, which beat weakly in the upper body and the lower body.

Then, the two torso sections, connected to the expression of the blood clan's insatiable expression, turn black, shrink, and shrink together.

Wya Casso, who was alive after the catastrophe, was panting.

It's so risky.

It is the ability to reverse the refraction of local light.

Wiya sighed: No wonder I couldn't cut him--because the parts I aimed at were partial illusions reflected by him.

It's like a novice who has clearly spotted the fork but misses the river fish.

There was a sound of footsteps behind!

Wiya gritted his teeth and turned around with his sword vigilantly.

I saw Putila supporting the blood-red Jora, followed by three shining star private soldiers, staggering out of the bushes.

"Have you seen your Highness?" Putila asked with a frown.

"I have the same problem." Wyya sighed, and sat down slowly, enduring the severe pain, using the wild survival method learned in the tower to stop the bleeding, and said with difficulty: "We need to find him immediately! "

"Be prepared for the worst."

A few private soldiers took over Qiaora, Putila patted the snow on his body and adjusted his collar. He pondered for a while, watching the setting sun coming down, and said:

"The prince is in danger, and we only have these people in front of us."

"It is dusk now, and the smoke from the alchemy ball is too great for us to locate the prince's direction."

"Your lord," Jora struggled: "Let me go and find your Highness..."

"I have a younger sister who works as a secretary in the West City Police Department... If I die..."

"You won't die! At least not here!" Putila interrupted him roughly.

The experienced deputy ambassador in the mission thought a little bit and made a decision.

"Now we, facing such an enemy, we can't do anything at all!"

"Fortunately, Broken Dragon Fortress is not far from here."

"Our carriage was frightened by the explosion just now and broke away," Putila raised his head and looked at the three private soldiers with firm eyes:

"The three of you, separate into three different directions. Follow the rut to find each carriage. Don’t hesitate to find it. If there is a letter crow, let’s fly the letter crow to Broken Dragon Fortress. Use the most urgent seventh. Wait for the urgent report."

"Then untie the horse's rein, run to the fortress as fast as possible, and ask for help!"

"For the safety of the prince, the task is first. If you encounter a vampire, avoid it!"

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"Are you finally ready to show your hole cards?"

Ada smiled nonchalantly, shaking her pointed ears.

The opposite Simon gritted his teeth and took off his coat.

"Smalling your opponent is the first step to take death," he said coldly: "Besides, facing an immortal like you."

"Look at your skin color," Simon's face suddenly showed the shape of blood vessels, "Are you a holy elf or a white elf? Or a high elf from the eastern continent?"

The blood vessels on his face are getting denser, redder and blacker.

Immediately afterwards, Simon's whole body began to swell and deform, and he rose seven or eight inches.

The fair skin fell off into gray, revealing hard and gray horny.

Simon roared in pain, as if he was experiencing torture.

Bone spurs grew from his shoulders, and the dark gray bone wings pierced through his back, extending into a pair of giant wings.

The roots of his hair thickened, hardened, and turned white.

Compared with Hesta and Chris, Simon's face has not become too hideous and terrible, but left a strange beauty apart from a pair of bat ears.

The "real" Simon, coldly spread his wings and claws, looking at Edda with his gray eyes.

"The short-lived true state stimulated by the source blood can greatly improve the physical fitness of the blood race, including endurance, resilience, regeneration, agility, senses, strength, and even the instinctive understanding of combat, and each A kinship-specific ability." Edda sighed:

"I just didn't expect it to make you handsome."

"You can see how ugly you were before."

Ada's voice just fell.

The true Symen's wings trembled.

He appeared in front of the elf at a speed that surpassed almost all senses.

"Boom!"

First there was a tearing air that almost burst the eardrum!

"Clang!"

The huge sharp sound was born out of thin air!

The sturdy and powerful dark gray claws tore fierce sparks on Edda's blade.

Ada's figure was blown away by his claw!

Because of Simon's rapid displacement, the huge wind whistling caused by Simon's rapid displacement, it was long overdue.

The elf landed on the snow more than ten meters away and rolled several times before hitting a tree and stopping.

"Nonsense can't make you stronger." With a thicker and hoarse voice, the real Simon stared coldly at the life-and-death elves on the ground.

The next moment, Simon once again set off a rapid pace, and rushed over Edda in an instant.

He pierced Edda's body with one claw!

"Speed, speed, and speed," the real match said without expression: "This is all I have and the only ability."

Before Eastron Corleone ascended to the extreme and became a true form, no one in the entire night kingdom could match his speed beyond sound.

Not even the former Majesty Ramli.

But Simon's expression changed immediately, and his expression ugly raised his huge claws, provoking Edda's cloak, and a branch of it inside.

He realized something, and he spun around in an instant, and when he exploded, there was a huge wind!

But the moment he turned around, a delicate elven scimitar pierced his left chest.

It looked like Simon had sent his chest before the blade.

Simon looked at the scimitar that pierced the heart in disbelief, and the pretty and small elf in front of him, with a lot of skin exposed and only wearing delicate chip armor.

"I don't understand." The real Simon sighed.

"The only thing that can beat speed is the same."

Ada pulled out the scimitar coldly and turned around handsomely:

"That is impeccable anticipation."

Simon fell on his knees.

"No," Simon's body returned to normal, his face grayed out: "Impossible."

"There is no perfect prediction in the world."

Simon stared at her tightly.

Ada also looked back at him for a long time.

Finally, in the eyes of each other, the elf sighed and was defeated.

"Finally played handsome once."

"Don't expose me so quickly."

Simon grinned and fell to the ground feebly.

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The father killer?

Thyls's brain is empty, looking at Serena.

The traveler recalled what she said when she first met:

[My crying sister, illegally grabbed the ship advantage that I inherited from my emperor, His Majesty Nightwing, and stole the Blood Sea Throne...]

No.

So to speak.

"Can someone explain to me the cause and effect?" Thales sighed and looked at the pair of blood sisters in front of him.

"I knew it," he said bitterly: "Your Majesty the Queen of a country will not go after a few political refugees by personally committing risks for no reason."

More importantly, the so-called allies...

"Here," Serena smiled, interrupted his thoughts, and waved to Lorana.

Lorana flung it at random and threw Thales onto the black coffin.

Thyls heads down in pain and smashes into the stone coffin.

"It's more than that, my dear Highness Thales." Serena said softly.

In front of her, the queen of night, Cortina's expression changed suddenly!

Just listen to Serena smiling, saying every word:

"The purpose of her coming here in person is also for this coffin."

"Legendary Anti-Magic Armed Forces."

"Mingye Black Coffin~IndoMTL.com~ Thales was taken aback and looked at the black coffin under his butt.

This mouth—the coffin I have crawled into.

It's actually...

Legendary anti-devil armed?

But Serena hasn't finished.

Staring at Katerina's murderous gaze, she exhaled every word:

"Here, in those seemingly seamless deep black slabs, but there is a..."

"A thousand years ago..."

Tyles' pupils began to shrink, and his breathing accelerated.

Until Serena spit out the last words:

"...the magician."