Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 63: The moment of confrontation (on)

"Do you really know what you are doing?"

Melke pressed against the wall with one hand and a knife in the other, panting in pain.

A wound in his ribs that pierced his robe was soaking with blood.

"Trust me, father," before him, Croix shook off the blood stains on his sword with a cold face, "I know what I am doing better than at any time in the past twenty years. ."

Milk clenched his teeth, pressed his wound, frowning.

It's still old after all, and it's no longer a hand guard.

The knife is unfamiliar, his hands are stagnant, and the body is always slow.

And there is no weaponry to take advantage of...

Melke slowly walked away from the wall and sighed.

He took the handle of the knife back, shielded his forearm with the back of the knife, hurled in front of him, bent over to make a conservative counterattack, and said in a deep voice:

"Your mother wouldn't want to see our swords facing each other."

The female swordsman's face changed.

Crow Ash's expression is very complicated and subtle, smiling but not smiling, and his sword hand trembling slightly.

"It's hard for you to remember her," Kroaishi's voice was filled with sullenness: "Of course, to her, her man and her husband are everything..."

"How can we do things against you?"

As soon as the voice fell, Croix stepped forward, and the sword pierced through the air without mercy like a viper!

Melke subconsciously raised his hand and moved the tip of the sword away from his head.

"I know I'm not a good father, and I know you're good and strong, but if this is to retaliate against me..." Mike stood up to Kroaixi's blade and gritted his teeth: "It's not worth it."

Croacie seems to have heard the biggest joke, she snorted and said softly: "Don't be too arrogant, father, you are not that important yet."

The next moment, I saw Kroaishi slashing down his sword without hesitation, taking Mike's thigh straight!

Melke strenuously avoided a step, but greeted another stabbing in the ribs.

Face, thighs, intercostal space, wrists, every offensive of Croaich is like predicting the next offensive point, constantly mobilizing Mike's actions, which is an effective prelude to the next offense and saving The time, moment, and angle of the sword.

Melke knew that he was once again caught in the rhythm expected by the other party-unless there is an unexpected change of tricks, he will lose for a long time.

Sure enough, in the next second, Croash's blade cut through Mike's left shoulder, dripping with blood!

Melke rolled to avoid the next sword, and drew five steps away in embarrassment.

Crow Ash nodded: What a pity.

Originally, the next sword could effortlessly take the throat straight.

Should it be worthy of the former White Blade Guard?

"What is that for?"

I saw that Mike was bathed in blood with a hideous face, and said angrily: "Why stand on the side of the traitor, abandon your monarch, and abandon the creed of the Northlanders?"

Crow Ash looked at her father coldly and shook his head contemptuously.

"I have just been promoted by the Grand Duke to the captain of the guard," she whispered: "Of course I must be faithful and do my best."

Melke's eyes narrowed.

The former king's official shook his head.

"Be sober," he sighed slowly, and his eyes looked at Croix with disappointment: "Do you think he appreciates you? So loyal to return?"

Kroaishi's sword squeezed unconsciously.

"Rumba won't let a little girl be his captain of the guard for no reason," I saw Mike say one by one: "I have been in the court for too many years, and I know them too well-they don't like it. Your ability is just your identity and relationship-whether it is me or the Tower of End."

Crow Ash's pupils slowly shrink.

Silence.

"Thank you for the reminder, father," Croix exhaled, gritted his teeth lightly, and said with no anger:

"Just like the past."

Melke frowned.

"Under his hand, you are just a rare thing that happened to be used in an incident, a tool that can be used, a person who can extract value," Mike's voice continued: "The so-called captain of the guard , It’s just a fake bait."

The female swordsman stretched her legs apart, lowered her waist, and raised the blade to her chest solemnly.

As if facing the most terrible enemy.

"Stop sinking in, Croash," Mike shook his head sadly: "Your mother definitely doesn't want to see..."

"Stop mentioning her," Kroaisi interrupted him categorically: "You are not worthy."

Melke's face darkened.

But he immediately raised his head.

"What about Mrs. Adele?"

Crow Ash's expression changed.

Melke's voice is very stable and calm, but there is a different kind of sadness: "After your mother passed away, Madam, she took you by her side, raised you, loved you, and treated you as if she had come out..."

Kroaishi lowered her head, hiding her face in the dark, her left hand slowly gripping the hilt.

"She paid for sending you to the Tower of End, not for you to give your life to a leading mainstream," Mike continued sadly: "Being their tool without knowing..."

Before speaking, Kroaixi suddenly violent and cut it with a sword!

"Clang!"

Milk held the back of the sword with his left hand, holding the sword abruptly.

In front of him, the female swordsman looked crazy, holding the sword in both hands, more vigorously than ever!

"Adele?"

"She is a good person," Kroaixi gritted his teeth and stared at his father: "But I can't even save myself."

Milk, who was wrestling with his daughter, suddenly felt stunned.

Milk also clenched his teeth, and his hands began to tremble.

"So she sent you to the Tower of End, so that you have the power to protect yourself, don't have to rely on others, don't have to be controlled by others, and be able to live freely and happily," Mike said painfully: "Stay away ...To stay away from the darkness and misfortune she faces."

Unexpectedly, Croash heard these words and took a slow breath. .

At that moment, an expression of ridicule or disdain appeared on her face.

"You have never changed, have you, Byrne Melk?"

Just listen to Kroaishi calmly and disappointedly: "Just like everyone else."

Melke was slightly startled: "What?"

The next moment, Kroaixi suddenly activated the power of ending, and the sword suddenly loosened!

When Mike felt that the long knife had lost its barrier and was difficult to return from the castration, Croash's sword was twisted on his knife, miraculously winding back to its original position, taking his throat straight.

But at this moment, a long sword with cold light came out from behind Mike!

Struck impartially on the spine of Kroaishi's sword.

"Ding!"

Milk only felt a soft sound in his ears, and Croaich's blade moved past his left ear, and there was a slight chill.

The long sword did not stop, but continued to attack, piercing Kroaishi's wrist!

Kroaixi immediately retracted his sword, backing a few steps, avoiding the attack of the long sword.

The three of them moved apart.

Melke looked behind him suspiciously.

"You?" he asked hard.

Croaich's eyes burst into flames, staring at the new spoiler.

The visitor pulled a sword flower and spoke softly.

"Let's go," Miranda Allende stood beside Mike with a solemn expression: "You go to help others-there are not many enemies, but they are widely distributed, trying to stop us."

Miranda stared at Crow Ash: "Let me deal with her."

Crow Ash sneered.

Melke looked at his daughter, then at Miranda, his expression struggling: "I..."

Miranda interrupted him.

"You can't make up your mind, let alone be an enemy of your daughter," she said indifferently, her eyes staying on Kroaishi's face: "It will only make the scene worse here."

"Then let me come."

Milk was startled.

He looked at his daughter, but Croash didn't care about what he meant, just stared at Miranda.

Finally, Mike sighed deeply and turned away.

Melke's figure is getting further and further away.

Miranda stepped forward slightly.

Crow Ash also walked towards her.

The two female swordsmen faced each other in silence.

"You have changed a lot, you are all," Miranda broke the silence, she whispered to her friend's nickname: "Aish."

Crow Ash's face moved slightly.

"You, and Raphael."

Crow Ash looks at her contemporaneous friend quietly.

"Not everyone is the same for thousands of years as Cohen," after a while, Croix smiled: "Mira."

Miranda shook her head.

"You were wrong."

"Cohen used to be very cheerful and optimistic," Miranda said lightly: "But it is far from being so deliberate and exaggerated now,"

Crow Ash looked startled.

Just listen to Miranda continue to whisper: "He has also changed, trying to hide and deny things that he doesn't want to face with that heartless smile."

Miranda raised her eyes.

"And you, Ashe?" The girl from Arund's family solemnly looked at her friend's eyes: "What are you hiding or denying?"

The two stopped at the same time—one step forward, and the attack range was reached.

Croaig did not answer.

"Or let me ask in another way," Miranda looked calm: "What are you playing for Rumba?"

"Don't tell me what'honor','loyalty','repaying'ambition'," Miranda shook her head decisively before the opponent spoke, "As far as I know, these things are not enough to make you betray your friends. , Betray faith, betray the pride of being a Northlander."

Kroeich looked at his old friend with a complicated expression.

A few seconds later, the Exeter girl sneered: "This is not the right posture to ask questions."

Miranda raised her eyebrows.

She glanced at the other's left wrist—the wound on it was cut by herself, wrapped in a bandage.

And his abdomen, where he was injured by Crow Ash, is still aching.

"Very well," Miranda chuckled, "Let's talk then."

In front of Kroaishi, Miranda's face was solemn, she threw away the sword, her eyes were cold:

"Swordsman's method."

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There was a strange rustling noise.

"Devil's flesh and blood," Kaslan frowned, looking at Raphael, who was struggling from the ground, his eyes rested on his surging arms: "Sure enough, as the legend, the recovery is like this Fast."

Raphael exhaled slowly and shook his arms: "Are you ready for the next round?"

Caslan just looked at him quietly.

"It must be uncomfortable, child." After a long while, the old man sighed: "Being with those who don't belong to you always has a price."

Raphael's face moved.

The next moment, the young man suddenly violent!

Chang.

The sound of metal makes the sword out of its sheath!

The speed is so fast that it is almost difficult to respond.

But Kaslan didn't move his soul-killing gun at all, letting it lean against the wall, coldly watching the enemy's blade approaching his face.

The next moment, the old man suddenly tilted his head, and one side of his body flashed the path of the sword's stabbing to one side.

Raphael snorted in his heart.

At that moment, the power of ending in his body was activated at the same time as that thing, bursting out with unusual strength and speed!

In the gap that ordinary people can't notice, Raphael's muscles and bones are groaning in pain, under tremendous pressure.

At that moment, Raphael's body speed and strength have been increased to the extreme, completing an impossible change of direction, and the sword's edge has turned sharply!

Be sure to rush to the dodge path of Kaslan and kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

This is the inspiration he got from the Tianma movement-to force the enemy to dodge the path, and then use his unique ending power and physical advantage to forcibly turn around at the moment when it is impossible to change moves, unexpectedly cut Kill the enemy.

Simple, direct, and often very effective.

But the next second, Kaslan gently shook his footsteps blankly and kicked the Soul Slaughter Gun on the wall.

The Soul Slaughter Spear shook, then slipped down.

During the fall, it slowly rotates around two-thirds of the gun body.

Raphael's face changed drastically!

There is no other reason: the blade of the Soul Slaughter Gun is falling on his backward path!

According to this trajectory-Raphael was inexplicably frightened: Before he killed Caslan, he would be struck by a gun.

That's...

Slaying the soul.

At that moment, the power of ending that Raphael had activated was reversed again, and forcibly collided with the things in his body.

Raphael took two painful steps, abruptly stopping the tendency of his body to change direction.

Inertia tortured his bones and Raphael almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

The blade of the gun cut across one of his sleeves.

But Kaslan's fist has reached his chest!

Raphael knew this was the critical moment of life and death, and the things in his body cooperated like never before, bursting out energy at any cost.

His right hand swelled in a weird rustling sound, and his veins swelled, blocking Caslan's fist firmly.

Boom!

But Raphael's face changed again—Caslan's fists were light and weak.

Sure enough, the next moment, Caslan changed his hand with a single fist, grabbed Raphael's sleeve, and pushed him in the original direction, suddenly!

Raphael lost his balance and fell to the side.

What horrified him inexplicably: Caslan pushed him in the direction where the Soul Slaughter Gun fell.

The tip of the gun is facing him.

And Raphael has no support, it is no longer possible to dodge the gun blade.

The ferocious spear head of the Soul Slaughter Spear is getting closer and closer to his face.

At that moment, Raphael decisively released the long sword in his left hand, and the blood vessels in his left arm became dark as the blood vessels opened!

His left hand pulled back in an instant, and he punched the Soul Killer.

Before the spear blade pierced the tip of his nose, knock this horrible weapon into the air!

Plop!

Raphael fell to the ground, coughing up another mouthful of blood in pain, but he dared not stop, and rolled back two laps embarrassingly, avoiding the range of Caslan's attack.

Now!

Only then did the Soul Slaughter Spear fall to the ground, and it rang.

The metal sound echoed in the corridor.

Kaslan sighed and shook his head: "I see your expression-you probably suffer from pain every moment, feeling their rejection and denial of you."

The cold sweaty Raphael gritted his teeth, feeling the riot of the thing in his body, his hands trembled, and his heart hurt.

His red eyes stared at Kaslan, his expression unbelievable.

Not possible.

This time, didn't even have a chance?

Is it as the teacher said...

Caslan Rumba-can't be defeated head-on?

"You think you can control them, thinking that to you, they are just trivial embellishments, but insignificant additions."

"But..."

"It's like an unquenchable rebellion," Kaslan continued sadly: "When you become weak, and when you start to compromise, they will attack and eat themselves."

Caslan raised his head and kicked the Soul Slaughter Gun on the ground.

He punched his chest twice, coughing, his voice hoarse and sad: "I also tried...cough cough...I know."

"When you abandon your pure self, compromise with reality, and accept things that do not belong to you," Kaslan looked up painfully, "This is the consequence."

"Sooner or sooner, you will become an inhuman appearance that you can't even recognize."

Looking at Raphael struggling and groaning on the ground, the old man said sadly: "I will apologize to you for Shao and the Tower of End, child."

Raphael's face changed.

"Apologize to me?" He gritted his teeth silently.

"The self-righteous old man," Raphael trembles, trying to lift his head, sweating coldly, but sneered: "Ignorance is like you, what else do you know?"

Caslan sighed and shook his head.

"I know Shao."

"He is a good person, always thinking about taking mistakes for others and making up for their mistakes," Kaslan looked at his opponent sadly, and coughed: "But many times, the cruelest decisions are made by good people. Came out."

Raphael looked at the old man blankly.

"Don't worry," Kaslan was relieved. He raised the head of the gun and approached Raphael step by step, his tone full of apologetics: "You won't have to suffer any more soon."

The old man raised the Soul Slaughter Gun and aimed it at Raphael on the ground.

Just now.

Step on! tread! tread!

Rapid footsteps came from behind Kaslan.

Get closer.

"Huh!"

What followed was the sound of sharp blades breaking the wind!

Caslan looked calm, he turned his head abruptly, and the spear swept!

"Bang!" The spear hit the wall on one side, and rubble splashed.

Caslan frowned: He didn't concentrate the enemy-the sneak attacker had already raised his head and shoveled forward, avoiding the sweeping radius of the Soul Slaughter Gun, and slid to his side!

The old man who has experienced many battles immediately turned his face, and his legs quickly moved back, avoiding the two knife lights on the ground one after another.

The enemy didn't continue the attack after pushing back Kaslan, he half-kneeled on the ground, and slowly stood up.

Raphael's eyes widened as he saw the person coming.

Kaslan also saw the incoming person, the old man's expression was complicated, his throat throbbed.

The visitor shook the knife in his hand.

"You haven't been on the battlefield several times," the visitor said to Raphael coldly, and his unceremonious words made people feel uncomfortable out of thin air: "I don't even understand how to kill."

"Also, thank you."

Raphael sighed, tremblingly supported the ground, and stood up.

"Can't you speak well?" The young man from the secret department said unhappily.

The visitor gave a cold snort and turned to face Kaslan.

"Get out of here, Desolate Boy."

Raphael raised his eyebrows: Obviously, this guy has no intention to "speak well" at all.

The "Meteor" Lord Seri Nicolai, the commander of the Blade Guard who was supposed to block the chase at the palace gate, stood proudly in front of Caslan, his eyes full of anger and hatred.

"From now on, this is the internal affairs of the Blade Guard."

Caslan and Nicolai looked at each other.

One is complicated and subtle, and the other is cold and resentful.

They all seemed to see something in the other's eyes.

Raphael picked up his long sword and frowned slightly: "Can you handle him alone? This guy is difficult..."

"Come on." Nicolai snorted impatiently, interrupting him.

"A shabby old man who is 60 or 70 years old and doesn't know when he will die," Under Raphael's strange expression, the meteorite said disdainfully: "Those who will lose to him are probably fools. Right." (In a corner of Longxiao Palace, a short man in a cloak sneezed hard while biting a chicken leg.)

Listening to the other party's deliberate sarcasm, Raphael's brows frowned.

Caslan watched their interaction with a wry smile.

That kid.

As always, owe it.

Raphael coughed.

"I guess," he calmly reminded Nicolai, and at the same time fought back cleverly: "The young and brave Grand Duke Puffett, before the old and weak King Nunn..."

"That's what I thought."

Nicolai turned around.

A murderous look followed.

"All right," Raphael raised his hands, took two steps back, and raised his eyebrows: "You talk, don't bother."

The young man from the secret department disappeared in the turnaround of the corridor.

Only Kaslan and Nicolai remained in the corridor.

There was a faint fighting sound in my ears.

Nikolai looked back at Kaslan silently.

He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but finally closed it weakly.

Kaslan also stopped talking at the same moment.

The two commanders of the White Blade Guard confronted each other in a strange and tense atmosphere.

Finally, Nicolai gritted his teeth.

"It's been a long time." The meteorite spoke first, with a strenuously suppressed anger in his voice.

He struggled to call out a title he hadn't called out in years:

"Boss."

Nicolai grinned his teeth and looked complicated.

In twenty years, only others have ever called him this way.

I almost forgot the time I called others like that.

The boss.

Caslan sighed and lowered his head.

"Yes."

"When will I still see you," Kaslan said gently, and also called out a name he hadn't seen in many years: "You are late, sting."

Nicolae's expression moved slightly.

He snorted coldly.

"Delayed for a while in front of the palace gate," Nicolai shook his head, watching Kaslan's eyes worse and worse:

"Unfortunately, you can no longer punish me for running laps."

At that moment, Caslan looked at Nicolai in a daze.

As if back in time.

"In front of the palace gate?" The old man moved slightly.

"You blocked those soldiers, did you?"

"You used the ability of Soulbreaker Blade..." Kaslan sighed slightly, with deep meaning, and said in a pun, "You know,'You can't escape'."

Nicolai nodded slowly.

"Yes," the meteorite was pale, with an indifferent expression, and also responded with the name of the soul-breaking ability: "'You can't escape.'"

Nicolae took a step forward with a cold face: "'Shake the earth~IndoMTL.com~His Majesty Nunn’s former guard captain, former commander of the Blade Guard."

"Your Excellency Kaslan Rumba."

The two were silent for another second.

A wordless sadness struck Kaslan's heart.

"Prickly head," Kaslan sighed, with a lonely and sad expression: "Are you here to question me?"

Nicolai looked at him coldly.

Looking at his former commander.

"No."

The meteorite is short and powerful:

"That is what your majesty has to do."

Caslan frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, boss," Nicolai said coldly, his eyes mixed with pain and disgust: "I will send you to see him,"