Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 231: The end of the crossbow
Clang!
The swords intersected, and Kong Geyou fell hard again, and the big sword dropped from his hand and fell to the ground.
No.
He was panting, ignoring the severe pain in his chest and abdomen, and crawled awkwardly to reach for his sword.
He wants to fight.
He has to stand up.
"How much did Fei Suo pay you?"
Standing opposite him, Lausanne II was expressionless: "Is it worth your hard work?"
A huge sum of money enough to change your life?
Or a promise to eliminate worries?
Kong Geyou touched his big sword and let out a light snort.
Money?
It's ridiculous.
The hundred-step ranger tried his best to pick up the sword and stood up tremblingly.
"I came here voluntarily, no money is taken."
"Is that a personal grudge?"
Lausanne II stared numbly at his struggling opponent:
"Did I kill your friend, or your lover?"
"Neither."
"Then why are you?"
Gritting his teeth, Kong Geyou shook his head and stepped forward to attack again!
Not bad - Lausanne II nodded slowly - the opponent's attack style was decent, stable and calm, and obviously learned a lesson from the disadvantage of the fast break just now.
But it's just a model.
Ding!
With a sharp sound, Lausanne II made an unexpected counterattack, and the two figures were separated at the touch of each other.
Compared to the killer's ease, Kong Geyou backed up seven or eight steps with a muffled grunt. After all, he was exhausted and had to lean on the ground with his sword and gasp for breath.
Lausanne II shook the blood on the sword and stepped forward.
Not for money, nor for people?
That is, this guy is hot-headed, wanting to be famous and crazy.
"Fessau."
The killer paused.
"What?"
Konggeyou was panting, and he turned his head slowly, looking at the crooked houses around him with mournful eyes.
"Here, the new suburb will always look like this, and it will never get better, just because there are big drug lords like Razanche Fasseau..."
Blood flowed from Kong Geyou's face, but his expression was in a daze and he didn't realize it.
"He thought he could cover the sky with one hand, stretched out his fingers, and designated this land as his hunting ground. The residents were not allowed to leave, and no one was allowed to leave the house. He could only hide in the house and shiver, praying for Fei Suo. Catch the prey early..."
Lausanne II tilted his ears slightly.
Of course.
He could hear the trembling breathing, sobbing, and comforting sounds behind the earthen walls of countless houses, streets, and alleys...
During the battle, once I can't bear the blood thirst, I rush into those houses...
The killer looks at his blade.
Kong Geyou gritted his teeth with blood on his face, held the hilt of the sword, and propped up his body.
"...and said that they wanted to 'remove harm for the people', that they were ordered to suppress thieves, and that they wanted to protect the peace and order of the Emerald City for the residents' own benefit."
Shit.
Kongyou looked up at Lausanne II with a bitter and resentful expression.
More than that.
Fei Suo also said that only he can maintain the safety of this place, only he can formulate the rules here, and maintain the rules here...
Only he can protect the new suburban immigrants who have nowhere to go, and save thousands of homeless wandering orphans...
Shit.
At that moment, Kong Geyou seemed to have regained some strength, his face became ruthless, and he yelled:
"Shit!"
With a sudden burst of courage, the hundred-step ranger stood up angrily and pressed on again!
Clang!
Once again, Lausanne II turned around and swung his sword, lightly parrying Kong Geyou's attack.
The latter couldn't stop the momentum, and fell to the ground with his sword.
Once again, Kong Geyou shook his head, spat out the blood and mud in his mouth, and crawled inch by inch towards his sword with difficulty.
The killer turned his head, looked at his opponent crawling like a worm in the **** mud, and shook his head slowly.
"If this is the case, then you should go to Feissuo."
Excessive blood loss made Kong Geyou's eyes blur, he finally touched the hilt of the sword, and chuckled softly upon hearing this.
"Fei Suo is not the key, he will fail sooner or later."
The hundred-step ranger struggled to get up, but he was weak, and it took two tries before he succeeded.
"The point is, over time, people start to believe."
Lausanne II slowly raised his sword, but did not attack, but quietly waited for his opponent to recover.
Kongyou wiped the blood from his face.
"Fathers and folks in the new suburbs, they began to believe that Fei Suo is the owner of this place, the protector here, they began to believe that it is right to pay protection fees, they began to believe that it was necessary for him to sell drugs here, and they began to believe that My livelihood is bestowed by him..."
They began to believe that Fei Suo was doing it for everyone's benefit.
They began to believe that he was the best representative of immigrants from the new suburbs.
They began to believe that the drug lord was actually a good boss, leader, and neighbor with "good intentions".
They began to believe that many things they could not do by themselves, such as hunting down the fearsome murderer-"Only Boss Feissell can do it", "This should be Feissell's business".
They even started scrambling to join the Brotherhood of the Black Street, starting to oppress those who would not serve him as Fassell oppressed themselves.
It's for a living, they say.
Then become the next Feissuo with peace of mind.
Kong Geyou panted fiercely, his eyes wandering.
"So, in his territory, everyone is afraid of him, obeys his rules, obeys his orders, and holds his job."
Click your fingers, and countless people will go forward to solve his problems and hunt down the felons in Emerald City.
"So, everyone is afraid of him." Kong Geyou said bitterly.
It's terribly scary.
Being afraid of being yourself is not afraid.
Being afraid is not fear, but support and admiration.
Fear can be thought that everyone should be afraid, thinking that only fear is correct and natural.
So afraid that you can only lie to yourself over and over again, saying that you actually love Fei Suo, rely on him, support him, and need him.
Speaking of this, Kong Geyou's body was weak, but before he collapsed to the ground, he was barely resisted by the big sword in front of him.
This refreshed him, touched the **** and sticky hilt again, and raised his head firmly.
"But only I can't be afraid."
Don't be afraid of him.
I can't be afraid of you either.
Let's not be afraid... the cowardice in my heart.
He was covered in blood, but his eyes were determined, and his eyes were like fire. He resolutely faced the killer who was so powerful that even the "wolf" Feissuo would offer a huge reward and try his best to encircle and suppress him.
Lausanne II is expressionless:
"Why?"
Why only you?
Kong Geyou snorted, then gritted his teeth and drew out his big sword.
"Because, because if I don't stand up..."
If he doesn't stand up, it will prove that Fei Suo's approach is absurd...
If he doesn't stand up, spurn and resist the "rules" set by Fei Suo...
If he doesn't put on tattered second-hand equipment, go patrolling the countryside, and fight against injustice...
If he hadn't acted like a fool every time he acted chivalrously, calling out his name...
If he doesn't have a bruised nose and a swollen face, he will still make it to the quarterfinals and tell more people...
If he doesn't stand up, step into the encirclement circle set by Feisseau openly, and do things that people think "only the boss Feissou can do"...
If he doesn't let everyone hear it, let everyone see it, and see that there is still such a person—even if it is only the son of a murdered police officer—willing to stand up and brandish the weapon that once belonged to his father, To resist bullies, to resist bullying...
To break those shameless lies that "only Fei Suo can".
If you don't let everyone, at least those who are still willing to believe, let them see that there are other people who also believe in justice, believe in fairness, and believe that Fei Suo is not the only choice and price...
If he doesn't stand up...
"The poor elders in the new suburbs, who else can they count on!"
Standing on the dirty and smelly trail in the new suburb, Kong Geyou brandished a trembling sword, roaring in pain and anger:
"Who!
! "
Would you expect to be a miserable person who is bound by shackles and struggling to make a living, and can only bow his head helplessly in the face of Fei Suo?
Are you counting on those moral gentlemen who are cold-faced and cold-blooded, only know how to follow others, love the strong and bully the weak, and always appear at the right moment?
Are you counting on those smart people who think they can see through the world and deal with things shrewdly, so they just protect themselves wisely and shrink back and do nothing?
Are you counting on those passers-by who stand far away, with clean hands, who have nothing to do with themselves except pointing and pointing?
Are you counting on those police officers who are in the bureau, join forces with Fei Suo, share interests, and hypocritically say "this is for the overall situation"?
Are you counting on those high-ranking officials who will turn a blind eye as long as it doesn't happen in front of your eyes and doesn't affect the "fundamental overall situation"?
Kong Geyou roared, and the big sword blew a strong wind, heading straight for Lausanne II!
Ding!
With a soft sound, he watched in disbelief at the killer's snake-like blade, watching it easily resolve the "Rainbow Slash" that he had practiced for ten years, and then watching it tremble, lightly on his chest.
His chest trembled, first it was itchy, and then he shot out blood.
What came at the end was the severe pain that could not be ignored.
With a clang, Kong Geyou's sword fell to the ground.
In a daze, he bit the tip of his tongue and his eyes sharpened.
Still can we hope that Feisseau, a person who pretends to be the savior of the new suburbs with the dirty money he earned through exploitation and poisoning, monopolizes the rules, can change himself one day and wake up?
Or to put it another way, counting on the man who is said to be wise, courageous, benevolent, kind, and kind, and has won the praise of countless people, but when he arrives in Emerald City, he only cares about jealousy and political struggles all day long, staring at the Duke's position and the wealth of the South Bank, making Emerald City bustling and dilapidated. And the second prince who can just pat his **** and get away?
The next second, Kong Geyou ruthlessly exerted his strength and grabbed Lausanne II's long sword with both hands!
"I am—"
He shouted angrily, and rushed towards the frowning killer:
"——Hundred Step Ranger!"
His voice was loud and high-pitched, shocking, resounding through countless streets and alleys around him.
Lausanne II couldn't help but be amazed, but he reacted quickly and retreated swiftly. With just a slight turn of the hilt, the opponent's ten fingers clasped on the blade all snapped off and fell to the ground in a spin.
But the ten fingers cut off did not affect Kong Geyou.
The hundred-step ranger still roared and charged forward firmly, unknowingly bursting into tears:
"Punish evil and promote good!"
Kong Geyou made a backhand, and the armor under his arm was instantly flipped open!
"Get rid of the violence!"
The moment he saw the scene in front of him clearly, Lausanne II couldn't help being surprised.
Oops.
Under the influence of the mechanism spring, the last silver-plated throwing knife hidden under the armor of the ranger shoots out!
Hugh!
At an extremely close distance, it inevitably plunged into the blood killer's chest and abdomen.
Straight into the flesh.
Not even the handle of the knife is visible.
The next second.
"Uh-ah--"
Among the painful howls that did not resemble human voices, Lausanne II fell to the ground in embarrassment, desperately scratching at his sizzling wound.
But what he pulled out from the wound was only layers of black blood.
And more and more silver smoke.
No, no, no...
[Blood. 】
No.
Sure enough, it appeared.
【Injury, blood...】
No.
Amidst the severe pain and burning, Lausanne II's face contorted.
No!
He desperately resisted the magic voice in his head, grasped the last sliver of reason, and did not look at the opponent who was almost covered in blood and had a strong smell.
On the other side, Kong Geyou looked at the struggling enemy in a daze, and wanted to get up and pick up his sword.
But the excessive blood loss has already made him unable to do what he wanted.
The Hundred Step Ranger closed his eyes weakly.
At least, at least he did...
A few seconds later, the blood clan's roar weakened and gradually disappeared.
"You are, ahem, a good person..."
Kong Geyou slowly opened his eyes, only to see Lausanne II half kneeling on the ground, clutching the wound that was bursting with silver smoke, his expression still painful.
"But, again, what's the point!"
Lausanne II suddenly raised his head!
He stared at Kong Geyu, and there was something more in his eyes.
Determinate and ruthless.
Under Kong Geyou's surprised eyes, Lausanne II stretched out his left hand tremblingly, the whole palm only paused for a moment, and then ruthlessly reached into the wound on his abdomen!
Kong Geyou's heart trembled.
"Hmmmm——"
In the severe pain of tearing flesh, Lausanne II gritted his teeth and let out a low, beast-like grunt, with bruised veins on his face.
"No matter how good you are, it's... useless."
The killer gritted his teeth and stared at Kong Geyou in disbelief.
[Blood...why not...blood]
His animalistic grunt gradually disappeared, turning back to rational language.
The original impulse in the blood vessels is slowly numb, replaced by clear thinking.
It doesn't matter how many good people there are.
Even if the officials, the tax collectors, the merchants, the farmers, and the sword bearers, they are all good people who couldn't be better...
Even on the top of the head, the highest king is a brilliant, flawless, infallible saint, great man, god-man...
Even if the princes in the court are selfless, unselfish, wise and decisive, and have a long-term vision, they are capable people, officials, and good officials...
Even if everyone in this world does their best according to their ideals...
Also tmd doesn't make any sense!
Enduring the pain and desire, Lausanne II answered with difficulty:
"What should happen, will still happen!"
The people in the guild protect themselves, and the Blood Bottle Gang was born.
The low-level bitter people quietly assembled and formed a brotherhood.
Farmers work hard, merchants buy low and sell high, artisans work meticulously, and artists sing praises.
Officials formed gangs and favored servants.
The knights drew their swords and fought.
Monarchs...
It is inevitable.
The left hand of Lausanne II stretched, groped, and trembled in the flesh and blood of his body, in the unspeakable pain, and even in the boundless darkness.
It gets deeper and deeper.
I can't help myself.
Just can't find the exit.
[Suck... blood! 】
Suddenly, Lausanne II twisted his face and trembled even more!
"Hmm——"
The next second, he gritted his teeth and grunted, pulled out his palm cruelly, and swung it outward!
What he pulled out from his body were countless black blood and internal organs.
And a corroded and deformed silver throwing knife that keeps smoking.
No.
Seeing this scene, Kong Geyou couldn't hide his disappointment, his eyes dimmed.
The obstacles disappeared, and the wounds on Lausanne II recovered quickly.
"Even if you catch me today and kill me, you have proved that Fei Suo and his rules are bullshit..."
The killer stood up and said indifferently:
"Hundred step ranger, you still have to lose."
Just like back then, in the Blood Bottle Gang, the drug dealer dog Yabot died, but it was of no use.
The little knife took his place and took over his territory.
Fei Suo eats his market and occupies his oil and water.
Kinbi official change is better than king's succession.
Nothing has changed.
"Because you can't win from the start."
Lausanne II picked up the long sword and looked at his dying opponent coldly:
"Never, never win."
Like this battle.
Facing the gap between heaven and earth, cloud and mud.
You are doomed to lose.
Looking at the enemy who was intact again, Kong Geyou silently closed his eyes.
"Then do nothing?"
Lausanne II frowned.
At the end of his battle, Kong Geyou took a deep breath and struggled to get up:
"Because you can't win, you don't do anything?"
"Do it or not," Lausanne II frowned, looking at his wobbly opponent, "you are doomed to lose."
"No!"
Kong Geyou suddenly opened his eyes!
He staggered to his feet and approached Lausanne II stubbornly.
"Father, my father said, some things, some things can never be lost."
Something.
As the spirit gradually slackens, Kong Geyou's emotions become more and more agitated:
"Because they...have nothing to do with winning or losing."
Lausanne II was silent for a second, then snorted coldly:
"I guess, your father is dead?"
Kongyou paused.
This sentence is like a knife, straight to the heart.
"Die to this stupid creed, right."
Lausanne II disdains authenticity.
At that moment, Kong Geyou's eyes flickered.
He seems to have returned to his childhood once again, and saw his father for the last time—he fell motionless in the den of drug addicts, covered in blood, still wearing a uniform, and his mouth was filled with 'sunshine'.
And that great sword.
The two-handed sword that made my father proud, and it is said that he once shook the northern boss on the battlefield of the **** year.
Pick it up, Kongoyo.
Carry it on and you'll have nothing to fear.
Because what you carry is not only it.
Gritting his teeth, Kong Geyou burst into tears.
"No, father is alive."
Inch by inch, he raised his head and straightened his waist and abdomen, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.
Which tube is dripping with blood.
Even if the hands and fingers are cut off.
"Live forever!"
Konggeyou strode forward without hesitation.
Hey!
The sound of the blade sinking into the flesh came.
Kongyou paused.
He lowered his head slowly, staring blankly at the sword blade sinking into his chest.
"If I were your age, I might still be moved by this rhetoric."
Losang II looked expressionless, looked at the long sword with a broken edge, and shook his head.
It's time for a new sword.
"Unfortunately, I have grown up." He said coldly.
Kongyou coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled.
He raised his head, staring at the opponent in front of him very sincerely and seriously.
"No, killer, you didn't grow up, you didn't..."
His vision slowly dimmed, and he collapsed unconsciously.
"You're just, just like me..."
Lausanne II frowned.
"I was scared..."
"Back off..."
Kong Youyou said quietly:
"Weak..."
"Cowardly..."
Hey!
Lausanne II drew out his long sword, Kong Geyou lost his support and fell to the ground.
Bright red blood trickled out from under his body.
He lay on the land of the new suburb, his eyes gradually lost their luster.
"Just like this, Hundred Step Ranger, you lost."
Lausanne II spoke softly, almost talking to himself.
Also dead.
Drown in a pool of blood.
Rot in the soil.
No one will remember you.
Or your struggle.
No matter the Emerald City or the whole world, it is still the same.
Like nothing happened.
【Injury... blood...】
Shut up.
【Blood...】
The blood killer shook his head, ignored the call in his body, and stepped forward without hesitation, stepping over the ranger's body.
It cannot be his blood.
It can't be him.
On the icy land, the big sword in Kong Geyou's vision gradually faded into the lake.
Yeah, I lost.
But at least...
There are some things... not lost.
Because they are not about winning or losing.
Kongyou felt sleepy, so he closed his eyes gently.
Remember, Kongoyo, my boy.
During those years when he had no father and he had nightmares every night, this is what his mother said before the bed:
A long time ago, before the Emerald City was called the Emerald City, there were wars and famines everywhere.
Tyrants and evil officials exploit good people, and traitors and bullies oppress the people.
People are unarmed, dare not speak out when they are angry, only dare to secretly call them "water ghouls", and then continue to bow their heads, silently bearing the injustice day after day.
At this moment...
The rangers are coming.
Kongyou fell asleep quietly.
So ah, my child, remember what mother said.
No matter how scary the water ghoul is...
Within a hundred steps, there must be a ranger.
Punish evil and promote good.
Get rid of violence and make good.
Lausanne II moved forward in a daze, but stopped before taking a few steps.
"You didn't help him, you just stood there." Lausanne II raised his head and looked at the man wrapped in cloth and dressed as a foreign country in front of him, "I think you probably didn't come to 'protect him' like him Justice' people."
Wearing a spear, the foreign man leaning against the wall has a rough appearance. He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.
"Xi Sun is omniscient, and the battle is pure, not mixed or not."
The foreign man spoke softly, his speech was not fast, and even intermittent.
Lausanne II's heart moved.
This is the lingua franca with Donglu accent, near the sea of flames.
Compared with the self-proclaimed orthodox Star Kingdom, many vocabulary and grammatical habits are different.
As for opening the mouth, Xiri is omniscient...
From Humble?
In the moonlight, the spearman stepped away from the wall and came up to him.
Wait.
Lausanne II looked at the other party's appearance:
He seems to recognize this person.
On the day of the general election, he seemed to be the one the host spent the most time introducing.
Yomo is still a big hit.
What's the name of the contestant from Humble?
Bishoff? Jabari? Caramani?
What did the audience call him...Little Stream?
"From what Xi Ri saw, your skill is very powerful, much better than the level of general election." The foreign man stared at him firmly.
It depends on which year the election will be.
Lausanne II was in a bad mood—even though he didn't want to think about the reason behind it, he said directly: "So?"
The man's spear rested on his shoulder, calm and motionless.
"So Xiri can prove that you have reached the limit, right?"
Extreme realm?
Lausanne II sneered in his heart.
How do I know?
For so many years, no one told him like Joaquin did back then: Well, starting from today you have reached the limit.
He killed for Turnbull just after he got out of prison.
The ones he needs to kill are mostly tricky targets, either with superb skills, powerful bodyguards, or heavy protection.
Sometimes he kills smoothly, sometimes he kills with difficulty, and sometimes he narrowly escapes death.
But he doesn't even care.
It doesn't matter if it's difficult, easy, hurt or dead.
Close your eyes and kill.
So every year, every year, every year, killing and killing, unconsciously, killing seems to become...
Simple.
Both technically and psychologically.
Could it be that this is the extreme state?
"Very good, the sun has blessed me very much," the man was eager to try, "Sasha Luo said that only when the challenge is stronger can we enter the extreme realm."
The man couldn't hide his excitement when he said that.
Just like when Sasha Luo participated in the Battle of Laerdon when he was young, he went forward bravely and challenged the legendary "flag leader" before the battle.
Although he suffered a crushing defeat and was covered in bruises.
But from now on, I can get a glimpse of the top.
Live up to this life.
But unfortunately, compared to Sashaluo, he himself was born at an untimely time.
In the Humble dynasty, the well-known extreme masters basically have masters—either the seven surnames, or the Xiwang City or even the Xiri Temple. Either they are loyal to this Diyeba, or they are close to that Talar.
The relationship is complicated because of relatives.
No matter who you fight, it will be troublesome if you win or lose.
Not pure at all.
He is dead, and death is not a pity, but he can't bring endless troubles to Tianhui Talar.
So...
Before Lausanne II frowned and spoke, the man took a step forward:
"On the sun, I don't care about the championship, I don't care about winning or losing!"
He didn't even care if the other party was a vampire, violated the teachings of Maharaja Xiri, and defiled the purity and sanctity of the world.
The man put down his spear, his eyes were full of fighting spirit:
"I just want to be one-on-one with you, without interruption, without any worries, and have a good fight—if possible, you don't use abilities."
Let me also see the scenery that Sashaluo saw in the rainstorm.
Only one game.
Only in this way can Tianhui Talal be helped.
With an extreme body, serve him to death.
The one who worked hard to rule the country, worked hard, cleaned up the bad government, and restrained the nobles and the nobles of the temple...
The one whose name is Tianhui is destined to return to Kadir and revive the Humble Dynasty...
Great Talar.
Lausanne II was silent for a while.
"You will die."
The man showed his white teeth: "Xi Ri knows everything, this is the meaning of fighting."
A battle without death is called acting.
Lausanne II snorted coldly:
"Why should I promise you?"
The man did not answer right away, but looked at the countless messes behind Lausanne II.
"Because you need it too," he whispered, "You need this fight."
Need this pure fight to forget.
Go numb.
Go and focus.
Hearing the words, Lausanne II was moved.
The man stared at him:
"Xi Ri can prove that it doesn't feel good to kill a good person."
I know.
I know it all too well.
Even if it is necessary.
Just like him, he will eventually kill Sashaluo.
Xi Ri knew that he was the most respected general.
The man's eyes were dim.
Looking at the complicated eyes of the other party, Lausanne II suddenly realized:
This guy... has been through a lot.
Maybe there was a war.
"So, you are also a bad person who kills good people?" Lausanne II sarcastically said.
Bad guy?
The people of Humble looked at the hundred-step ranger lying on the ground in the distance, no longer making a sound.
"Xi Ri knows, I am human," the man sighed, shook his head, and said what Tianhui Talal had said to him, "That's all."
After hearing this sentence, Lausanne II was silent for a long time.
Finally, the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Warrior."
Looking at the man in front of him, Lausanne II raised his chin slightly, and spoke in the unfamiliar and rough common language of Donglu:
"The sun is all there is, do you have the name of the sun?"
Humble's warriors are bright!
His name?
Ha, Xi Ri Wan You, this guy, the general election is busy plotting, didn't you listen to the host's introduction?
But it's okay.
The meaning of his tone is clear...
"Every day is bright!"
The power of the end flows through the whole body, the man is very excited, and he praises the gods:
"I am Ba Lige Azai Yin!"
He shook the sturdy spear away with his hands, and drew a majestic arc in the air:
"Xi Ming—Ju Yong!"
Given the Xi name of Tianhui Talar.
He will live up to his trust.
The warrior named Ba Lige looked at Lausanne II with burning eyes:
"Fight with you!"
Lausanne II's expression became serious, and he looked up at the sky.
Ha.
Did this guy forget...
At this moment, the bright moon is on duty, and the moon is in the sky...
That fellow Xiri, it's not time for work yet.
So both of them moved.
The light of the sword is cold, and the wind of the spear is fierce.
Metal blows come and go.
Under the bright moon, this fight ended quickly.
In fact, there are only six rounds before and after, which do not exceed one minute.
But it was the purest and most enjoyable battle that Brother Ba Li had ever experienced in his life—no, it was a fight.
In the last round, under unbearable pressure, he burst out with the most intense and exciting sparks of his life.
Attacked the strongest counterattack that he could not imagine before.
Unfortunately...
After attacking the strongest spear, he...
"Ahem!"
Brother Ba Li coughed up a mouthful of blood and woke up in a daze:
I, am I still alive?
The sharp pain in his chest reminded him of this.
But...
Brother Ba Li, who was lying on the ground, raised his head in shock:
In front of him, Lausanne II calmly wiped the blood off the sword, allowing the wound on his body to heal slowly.
Xi Ri knows everything, this is clearly a struggle between life and death!
Even the extreme masters...
No, if it was Sasha Luo, or other extreme masters I have seen, at that moment, I must not be able to hold back...
"You, how strong are you?"
Brother Ba Li couldn't help asking.
"Very strong."
Lausanne II's answer was very calm, but he was silent for a while, and added again:
"But not strong enough."
Brother Ba Li was stunned.
He coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Not strong enough...
Then...
Xi Ri Wan You, how strong does it have to be to be considered "strong enough" in this guy's mouth?
Brother Ba Li was so excited when he thought about it.
"If you survived, but want to go further..."
Lausanne II turned around:
"Let's go find Black Sword."
Brother Ba Li's eyes lit up.
Black sword?
When he was still on the ocean-going ship, the bottom-level sailors mentioned in private... the person who would not die?
"He... is stronger than you?"
Lausanne II shook his head, walked forward, and passed Brother Ba Li, who was fainted again in weakness and doubt:
"He is braver than me."
Much braver.
Not long after, Lausanne II turned a street.
But the moment he turned around, the killer turned around abruptly and drew his sword, striking a shocking blow towards the dark corner!
Clang!
Sparks shot out, Lausanne II kept his figure, and the sword wind swept away. He fought three times with the opponent hiding in the dark, and the opponent was barely able to retreat!
Hard idea.
Lausanne II thought to himself.
Didn't see the face clearly, but it was a rapier.
"That's rude, boy, didn't your elders teach you manners?"
The new voice was fresh and indifferent, but the words used made Lausanne II tense all over.
"Well, no matter how rude you are, I have to introduce myself."
The killer stared fixedly at the handsome young man who appeared under the moonlight, smiling in the sun, holding a thin sword.
"Young man, Nick Fraser Houllier," the young man put his sword on his waist and bowed slightly, "from the leader of the feast, Huanxin Court."
Facing Yannick's introduction, Lausanne II did not answer, with murderous looks in his eyes.
"Aren't you going to respond?"
So Lausanne II responded.
He took a sip on the ground:
"Yeah, you blood-ischemic dirty bastard, **** your blood servant."
Yannick frowned.
"It seems that you followed the relatives of Donglu, and you didn't learn the etiquette of our clan, but you learned a lot of foul language in the clan-"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared instantly, barely avoiding Lausanne II's fierce slash with dust!
But Lausanne II kept moving, he turned around and drew his sword like a prophet, and intersected with the two swords of Yannick who appeared beside him:
Ding!
Yannick floats back like a ghost.
"Good swordsmanship!"
The youth of the blood race shook his numb palms and couldn't help admiring.
But it only ushered in another bah sound from Lausanne II.
And the next slash.
Clang!
"But although your swordsmanship is high, your body has been damaged and consumed in continuous fierce battles, so it can't last long."
Lausanne II kept turning around, with his long sword criss-crossing, facing the sword back and forth with the ghostly Yannick!
"And you seldom hunt prey, you only go out and not in." However, Yannick seemed to have enough time, and said bluntly during the fierce battle, "If this continues, blood thirst will gain the upper hand and take away your sanity, but sooner or later matter."
【Blood...】
Lausanne II's eyes were fixed, and his long sword swept across, repelling the opponent who appeared behind him.
This dirty kind is a master.
At least the sword skills are okay.
"But if you hunt wildly, tsk tsk tsk, you will turn into a bloodthirsty beast again. If you lose your sanity, that's the way to fall into a trap and die."
Yannik's tone was relaxed, but it made Lausanne II feel heavy.
【Fast... blood...】
He knows his own details.
Is Fei Suo also invited this damned filthy species?
Lausanne II roared, turned around and raised his arms, but swung his sword in the air!
"So, you are in a dead end, you will be hard to attack for a long time, and you will lose your mind if you retreat." Yannick appeared on the roof ten meters away from him, with a bright smile, "It is already at the end of the battle, there is no cure .”
At the end of the crossbow......
"Admit it," Yannick concluded with a smile, "tonight, you can't win."
Lausanne II was silent.
But in just the next second, his figure turned into a lake, and his whole body instantly appeared on the roof, attacking in front of Yannick!
Clang! Ding!
The sound of the blow~IndoMTL.com~ this time was much harsher than every blow before.
Also much more frequently.
No matter how difficult it was for Yannick to maintain his previous demeanor, he returned to the defense in a panic, but was still hit by the sword, dripping with blood, and had to fly back.
"If you can't win, then do nothing?" Lausanne II said coldly.
Yannik retreated to a safe distance, frowned at the gradually healing wound on his hand, and looked at the broken and dirty luxurious cuff with distress.
"Well said," Yannick lowered his arms, his eyes became colder, and his murderous intent gradually increased, "There is still something to do."
Lausanne II concentrated, bent over and bent his knees, ready to attack.
"For example..."
Unexpectedly, Yannick held out his palm to Lausanne II and smiled.
"If someone is here, lending a helping hand to you?"