Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 59: Imperial Wind

In other words, the skills taught by the End Tower can be divided into eight categories? "

Thyls squinted in doubt.

He has also heard from Huaiya before that the various martial arts inheritances in the Tower of End are numerous.

"Not at all."

Marius is steady and authentic:

"The end of the eight channels certainly represents eight different concepts and styles, but just like the power of the end, even the practitioners of the same branch are often very different. There are even a few elites who do not limit the pulses, and they both practice , The main and auxiliary complement each other."

Thyls recalled the students of the End Tower he knew.

"In this way, in the hundreds of years after the War of End, the inheritance of the End Tower spread all over the world through their students. In the teaching and learning, they choose the new to decay, eliminate the weak and stay strong."

On the training ground, Nexi's sword took the key, and Toledo was forced into misery.

Marius nodded slightly for this sword, and the story continues:

"Nexi was born in a small family of the blade leader. In the Scarlet Years, they moved to the central leader to avoid the chaos of war, and a few years later, Nexi was sent to the End Tower for further training."

"As you can see, his swordsmanship is a typical style of'flashing'. This branch believes in fast and unbreakable, pays attention to speed and time, swiftness and effectiveness, and often fights quickly and competes with one strike."

The prince nodded, but always felt something was wrong.

"By the way, a long time ago, your uncle's "Sword of Light", Prince Horace, was also a student of this line."

Thyls was startled, and immediately remembered the story of the second uncle.

The former second prince who was known for his bravery, but was trapped under the fortress and died at the Lyman Pass.

Perhaps he was not interrupted by the Duke anymore. Mallos replied to his former ease, sat down comfortably and commented on the duel in the court:

"The power of Neshi's ending is called ‘Solar Reincarnation’, and it is known at the speed most valued by the ‘Flash’ pulse."

In front of him, Toledo couldn't dodge, and finally unavoidable, he forcibly shook the opponent's domineering sword, losing his balance and retreating.

Niexi didn't take advantage of the victory, but instead took a step back in a hurry, the sword came back up, and the style changed, as if to show the best of his life in front of the nobles.

Malles looked at the immature and vigorous Nehi:

"And he is highly talented and high-spirited. In addition to his main attack on the flash sword style, he also cultivated the skills of the "Storm" and the "Sorrow", whichever is the power and kill."

"So he has achieved today's Nexi Pioneer: the speed of the sword is like lightning flashes, the start moves, and the power is like a cold wave, and the victory is settled."

Thyls frowned, and in the sense of hell, he found that Nehy's body was shining with a golden flash, like the sun.

"In addition to the unconstrained style and occasional brilliant creativity, Nexi’s offensive is no less powerful than offensive and defensive factions, and his moves are no weaker than attackers, and his killing efficiency is no less than practical and trendy. It is an absolute pinnacle, even higher than most of the top super players."

"If it is only offensive, and encounter some extreme masters, it is not impossible to fight."

Thyls' snack was taken aback.

He knows where Nexi's youthful spirit and arrogance come from.

"It is said that before he returned to China, he arrogantly defeated every member of the'shining' line and arrogantly gave up the recommended spot for seed selection-you know, that is the recognition of strength."

For this reason, he was expropriated by the royal guards who had always rejected the End Tower.

Malles sighed:

"If there is a single match, there are really few people in Mindith Hall that can handle him."

The watchman changed his arms folded position, looking at his subordinates who were fighting endlessly, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned:

"The most rare thing is that Nexi also has many allies that masters can't ask for-years."

"He is very young, still improving, and his future is limitless."

There must be a day when the extreme realm can be achieved.

Thinking of this, Mallos shook his head imperceptibly.

It's just, it's a pity...

Thyls stared at Nexi's immature face and the superb skill disproportionate to his age. In amazement, he was surprised.

Is he twenty years old?

In front of us, Nexi's offensive is on the rise!

Toledo drew away a dangerous sword again in embarrassment, the blade in his hand teetering.

So, the temple disciples in history, the end swordsmen now...

Looking at the battle in front of him, Thales suddenly stopped thinking.

Finally, he noticed something wrong.

"However, if the essence of a flashing pulse is to make a quick battle and make a single strike."

Thyls turned his head, his face full of questions:

"Then why until now..."

"Toledo hasn't lost yet?"

Marius glanced at Thales when he heard the words, the corners of his mouth cocked slightly.

It seems to be smiling.

But Thales, who has been with him for a long time, only sees this detail and knows the answer.

"Enough presentation," Mallos turned his head and ordered loudly:

"Toledo!"

At the moment when the voice fell, Toledo's retreat took a beating!

Boom.

At that moment, Thales only felt a restlessness of the crime of the river in his body.

I saw Toledo not moving, but his momentum changed!

Huh!

He slashed out.

A flat cut.

The action is elegant and the posture is solemn.

I met Nexi's disaster head-on!

At the same moment, Nexi's face changed.

Clang!

The swords crossed, and the two shook together!

Toledo snorted, taking the blow.

But this time, although he was at a disadvantage, he didn't step back.

On the contrary, Nexi's offensive stagnated, as if hitting an iron plate, and the next sword needed to be retreated before it could be pierced.

Thyls was surprised and started to look at Neshi's opponent again.

He knew that Toledo used to be in the command wing and was the person Mallos trusted the most-really it wasn't it?

"Toledo was born in Star City and grew up in the central collar."

Malos said lightly:

"They haven't changed their surnames before three generations. They are one of the Xuanhe's seven servants of the Stars, the second son of the'Knife of Elimination' Taldin family, and the ancestors even have the blood of a royal princess, so expensive."

Taldin.

Thyls's heart moved when he heard the familiar surname.

"When Tolé was very young, he had the opportunity to serve as one of the strongest masters of the former royal guard, Lord Conrad Tony, as a knight apprentice. He was trained under him and listened to his guidance. Long, but benefited a lot..."

Former Royal Guard, Conrad Tony.

Tyles' heart moved and he caught this familiar name.

On the training ground, Nexi, who was interrupted from the offensive, seemed a little bit embarrassed.

He gritted his teeth and progressed, and the power of ending shined again, bringing the sword wind in 0.1 second, and the offensive was unparalleled!

Malós’ words are mixed in between: "...Therefore, the foundation is solid, the consciousness is complete, the moves are stable, and the defense is perfect."

But Toledo is like a cast iron wall. A horizontal knife that looks like a push, and a few shocking steps, cut the deadly sword of Nexi into a dull force and skillfully removed it. .

Also blocked the opponent's second attack route.

Metal strikes, and Nexi returns without success.

But Toledo still guarded its position, took root and did not fight back.

Tyles watched his pace and saw his steady and calm when he encountered a fast break, and only felt that he benefited a lot.

"If anyone in the Star Lake Guard can firmly restrain Nehy by means and style alone, it must be Toledo-he was the most reliable messenger in the command wing before he was transferred to Mindis Hall. One of them."

Malles has a slight emotion:

"Do not seek merit, but seek undefeated. Although Toledo has only learned a little about his defense, he cannot reproduce the **** attack of the'Thousand Blade Knight', but this is enough."

Knight of Thousand Blades,

"Thousand Blades?"

Thyls wondered:

"What nickname is this?"

Perhaps because I felt ashamed in front of the prince, Nexi was annoyed for a while.

But Thales saw it: He was unsure, anxiously rushing to attack, the sword style pursued the ultimate speed, but his power was slightly reduced.

After the initial misfortune, Toledo, who has gradually become accustomed to his opponent, kept his defense tight and relaxed.

"Thousand Blades."

Malles said slowly, with a faint nostalgia in his tone:

"I heard from Captain Adrian that a long time ago, Lord Tony escorted Prince Horace to the End of the Tower. He had a relationship with the well-known'Grey Sword Guard' who was also in his prime and later."

End Tower, Grey Sword Guard.

Thyls's mind jumped, he heard Wiya talk about this title.

"How they played against each other, the victory or defeat, no one knows."

The watchman has a sharp look:

"But after that meeting, Grey Sword Guard's private feelings and comments finally flowed out of the End Tower and returned to the stars."

Thales saw that Mallos was polite and serious, but he uttered something unusual in terms of grammar and vocabulary.

"An ancient sword cannot escape its sheath."

"Holding a thousand blades, is it evil?"

Mallos's voice fell, lost in thought, while Thales frowned.

Can't escape its sheath.

Hidden Thousand Blades?

Thyls worked hard to make use of the grammatical knowledge of various languages ​​that he has refined over the past few months.

This should... compare Tony to a scabbard.

Then compare the warriors of the world to swords?

So Tony can, like a scabbard, seal a thousand blades in an incredible way and subdue countless masters?

Thyls scratched his head.

Then Tony should also be a "scabbard knight", why is he a "thousand blade knight"?

Then what ghost gray sword guard, do you want to be so literary?

You don’t understand, so nickname Tony?

Thyls shook his head, not thinking about superfluous things:

"So, Toledo's moves are good at defensively, and they are dedicated to the'flashing' sword style?"

"Another style in the end of the eight veins?"

Speaking of this, Mallos' eyes moved.

In the field, Nexi couldn't attack for a long time, and he became more anxious. He had to take a few steps back and rest for a while, sweat was already on his face.

Toledo became more and more indifferent, and even made an invitation when he was free, which was somewhat mocking of Mallos.

"Since you are familiar with the classics, Your Highness."

On the sidelines, the watchman stared at Thales firmly:

"Do you ever know that in the glorious history of thousands of years, what is the strongest opponent, the greatest threat, and the most unavoidable struggle of the Knights Temple?"

Thyls was slightly stunned, not because of the problem, but because he felt:

At this moment, Mallos is extremely serious, his eyes burning.

It's hardly like the polite and innocent on the surface, but in fact he is disdainful and has a dark belly. He likes the captain of the guard he most hates who gives him soft nails every day.

Tyles turned his head and looked at the two opponents who were temporarily separated and rested.

The strongest opponent in the temple...

He knew that the Temple of Knights was eventually destroyed by disasters.

But...

In the training ground, Nehy and Toledo faced each other with swords and eyes. For a moment, there was only the opponent in his eyes, as if he had forgotten that the prince was still watching the battle.

They regained the momentum of the duel, preparing for the next professor.

Faced with the solemn eyes of Mallos, Thales scowled and uttered a word slowly:

"Empire."

The watchman's pupils shrink slightly.

At that moment, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere fell silent for the word.

Until Nexi shouted angrily, the offensive resumed!

In the sound of metal clashing, Thales took a deep breath and continued:

"It is true that thousands of years ago, in order to end the chaos and seek peace, many knights and knights gathered under the command of'the Great' Komora Carlosser, and followed him in the wars of the south and the north to open up territory. "

"Forged the strong foundation of the ancient empire."

Thyls suddenly remembered a long time ago, in the tavern in Kaslan, Putila and Cambeda had a dispute between the Empire and the North.

Things are not human.

The prince returns to reality:

"But in troubled times, after unity and peace."

"These ranger knights with superb martial arts and flamboyant personality are scattered everywhere..."

"And the noble knight's temple, which is regarded as the spiritual hometown by thousands of people, responds to a hundred responses, holds arms, and survives independently..."

Thyls sentence is slightly cold:

"It replaced the original enemies and opponents and became the discordant voice in the flourishing age of boundlessness."

"It was regarded as a dazzling threat by the powers of the ancient imperial court."

Malles re-looked at the battle in the field-Nehi couldn't attack, and Toledo was not better-but his eyes gradually solidified.

Thyls recalled the stories he had seen, a little sad:

"In history, the destiny of the Knights' Temple coincided with the rise and fall of the empire."

"Under the weight of the imperial power and the conquest of the legion, they suffered repeated disasters and collapsed several times."

"However, I have also stubbornly left the fire again and again to rebuild and rejuvenate during the empire's civil strife."

Thyls sighed:

"So, the greatest enemy of the ancient knight temple is nothing else."

He fixedly looked at Mallos:

"It is the empire itself."

Marius looked back at Thales too, his eyes obscure.

After seeing him for a long time, the watchman finally nodded.

Accepted the prince's answer.

Clang!

Nehy and Toledo collide again!

They both shook, each stepped back, panting.

Nexi's eyes looked resentful, and it seemed that there was a real fire.

"But what you don't know is..."

Malós re-observed the battle while groaning:

"At the same time, under the Celestial Throne, the legionaries directly under the emperor experienced continuous conquests, endless counter-insurgency wars, acquiring French troops and guards, and emphasizing collective and discipline."

Directly under the emperor, legionary knight.

Thyls frowned.

The watchman's eyes gradually sharpened:

"So, under the loyalty to the emperor, the respect and worship of the empire, the absolute obedience to the legion..."

"In the anticipation of Tianma Throne and the secret fight with competitors..."

"They summarized and exercised the martial arts style that came out of a unique style, which is far away from the Knights Temple."

Thyls was slightly startled.

Malos stared at the knife in Toledo's hand:

"Or Zhongzheng, peaceful, heavy and elegant. Or boldly generous, sonorous and powerful. Or self-sustaining, simple and solemn. Or tough, tenacious and unyielding."

The words of the watchman carry indescribable power, and even Thales sits up in distress without knowing it.

"With the official recognition and support of the empire, the genre of this group of legion knights quickly carried forward, and for a while everyone followed suit and spread the world."

"Finally became the orthodox empire, fighting against the ‘temple disciples’ who were highly reputed for a while and staying true to the wind."

To fight against the Knights Temple...

Thyles pondered the meaning of this sentence, and reconsidered the two confronting each other.

Nexi's eyes changed, the sword flicked, and the power of ending was gathered like never before, just for the next attack.

Toledo's scimitar flared, and his momentum converged, like mountains and mountains, ready to resist all possibilities.

The confrontation between the two is getting stronger.

"Then the thousand years passed..."

Malós’s words are very calm, but there is a bit of inexplicable emotions:

"The temple rises and falls, cyclically between destruction and reconstruction, the rise and fall of the empire, constantly going back and forth in decay and excitement."

He raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, showing a bit of loss:

"And the evolution of martial arts and extraordinary powers is also in the ebb and flow of these two extreme schools. In the battles of countless talents, warriors and swordsmen, you come and go, and there are wonderful things-both There are competitions and duels, and there is no shortage of war and adventures. From time to time, we hear the clang of swords and spears."

Malos said lightly:

"That was the most glorious and dazzling golden age of knights in the legend."

The golden age.

Thyls did not speak, and seemed to be savoring the weight contained in this sentence.

For some reason, he remembered the melancholy expression on his face when he was still at Camp Bladeya, when Tampa, the owner of the "my house" tavern, talked about the "age of mercenaries".

"The battle until the end...changes everything."

Malos closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief:

"The temple is destroyed and the empire is destroyed."

In the field, Nexi's accumulated offensive finally reached the extreme, and as he progressed in flashing afterimages, he cut out a sword of light!

And Toledo shouted angrily, and stepped forward, preparing for iron-to-iron, head-to-head!

Just now.

"Enough!"

Malles snorted coldly:

"End here!"

Ding!

Neshi's long sword and Toledo's machete, the two weapons crossed in the air.

They lost their momentum with this command, both vented their strength, and fell weakly.

The two confronting each other stopped at an arm's length away, looking at each other.

"Go and rest."

The watchman said lightly.

A few seconds later, the obedience to the order surpassed the aroused fighting spirit, and the two exhaled together, put away their weapons, and bowed to the prince.

Thyls applauded solemnly and paid tribute to them respectfully.

"In this way, the tinder learning left by the Knights' Temple is all returned to the Tower of End, which is precarious and passed on to this day."

Marius looked at Nehi's back, slightly surprised, but his eyes quickly refocused and turned to Thales.

"The iron-blooded sword wind of the empire, following the banner of the Revival King, following the descendants of the lone empire, in the new kingdom, striving to reinforce it."

The watchman looked at Thales steadily.

"As the most orthodox knight martial arts from the empire down to the line, it is handed down in the knight heritage and court training of the Star Kingdom, telling of the majesty of the throne and the prosperity of the legion."

"Toledo and the'Knight of Thousand Blades' are the representatives."

Thyls nodded slowly, feeling the seriousness of the other party at the moment.

"For hundreds of years, generations of star masters have painstakingly studied and taught, so that the ancient inheritance can go further in the hands of future generations and keep up with the pulse of the times."

"And you have practiced endless sword stands and sword styles in the past few months~IndoMTL.com~including the demanding'Knight Seventeen Swords', which is among them."

Thyls thought of the training that had been completely different from that of the Northland in the past few months, and suddenly realized.

Malles exhaled, faded his stern expression, and slowly returned to the light and windy him.

"Today, this same martial arts school with the same long history, but indistinctly opposed to the Tower of End, is comparable to the martial arts school......"

"It corresponds to the "temple" and was named by rigorous scholars—"

At that moment, the watchman's voice was ethereal, and he spoke softly:

"Emperor Wind."

Both ears do not hear things outside the window, and only write the master abuse book.

(End of this chapter)