MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 14 Knife and sword (below)

Chapter 14: The knives and swords (below)

Tyres never saw that Yala’s knife was so angry that it was so powerful.

He vaguely felt that there were suffocating pressures in the two wolf-leg knives at this time.

Rolf raised his strength, and the two sleeves were in the chest, and the figure retreated!

The female bartender rushed more and more violently, and in a flash, the thunderous double-knife smashed out!

The images of the two people moved in the same way as the ballroom dance, but they were far from elegant and civilized. They saw that Rolf’s sleeve sword was turned into a phantom, and in an instant they greeted the arms of Ya’s knife.

"Dangdang!"

The crossfire continued.

The Sword Sword blocked the double knives to Rolf.

The double-knife also knocked the sleeve sword of Yala innumerable times!

Both of them were in the extreme movement, the signs and facades on the street flashed rapidly, and the two sides seemed to be static to each other, concentrating on disassembling each other's moves.

Seeing that Tyres didn't turn his eyes, he even forgot to breathe.

But the offensive and defensive momentum is extremely obvious: Yala's double knife is intended to attack the other side's key, Rolf's two sleeve swords just to stop the opponent's offensive.

One attack and one guard is the speed and dexterity of competition.

But after the next metal's crossfire, Yara's left-handed wolf-leg knives suddenly burst into a thunder in the momentum of the master's head. It was like a wave of ripples in the air, bounced off Rolf. a sword!

Yalla’s unexpected card made Rolf surprised.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

The interception of this sword failed, so that Rolf had no time to recover another sword, and exposed his chest and abdomen to the left knife of Yala!

"Draw!"

This is the sound of a wolf-legged knife that cuts through the clothes and cuts the chest.

At the moment of his life, Rolf did not hesitate to launch his abilities.

"Ghosts in the Wind" is not a name for the waves. I only saw a glimpse of his lips. The tattoos on his face gave a slight white light. A violent whirlwind was created in the gap between the two, and Yala and himself were scraped in different directions. open!

Rolf stepped on his feet and even swayed through the squally wind, leaving only a few traces of blood in the same place.

The female bartender was forced to stop, retracting her arms to adjust her body, and adapting to the sudden gust of wind. Her thunderous knives were also cut off.

In the distance, Tyres did not directly feel the gust of wind, but this did not affect his judgment: two people were affected by the wind at the same time, Rolf flew toward the rear, and Yala was blocked.

The wind did not stop, but continued to increase. Rolf's body imaged like a kite, floating in the air in the air, the more dazzling light on his face.

The bartender had to bend her knees to withstand the growing winds and take the opportunity to regain her strength.

Rolf didn't have a hippie smile, and the pain in his chest made him horrified: the tricky level of this little girl in front of him is probably no less than the thirteenth general of any fraternity.

Thinking of the momentum of the two knives, the ghost of the wind is determined, and she can no longer give her a chance to make a knife.

Fortunately, the consumption of her offensive is not small.

The ghosts of the wind are cold and the hands are turned over. The two sleeve swords are placed on the side of the body.

Wind blows.

Under the cover of the wind, Rolf showed his ghostly figure again.

The next moment, Rolf appeared on the head of Yala!

Yala bit her teeth and slashed the knife for the first time.

"Hey!"

However, Rolf’s slamming and retreating, his body shape disappeared like a wind, and he did not give Yala a counterattack and a chance to join the offensive.

"Hey!"

Rolf's sleeve sword reappeared, this time it was the lower left of Yala, and the same one hit, then flew back!

"As long as you interrupt your sudden violent, and continuous offensive, the Sariton family is known for hundreds of years of assassination, and it will no longer work."

Rolf’s voice came again from the wind.

Yara struggled to resist the other side's guerrillas, and the gust of wind from time to time made her have to spend a lot of energy on keeping her body shape, and also predicted Rolf's next attack direction.

The watch of Tyres was nervous - what to do?

Rolf's feminine voice rang again.

"However, just tell me why your Surrington family is lurking in the Brotherhood. Maybe we can sit down and talk?"

Yala looked awkward and even closed her eyes at this time.

It seems that a decision has been made.

I saw her holding a double knife and slamming the blade into the earth brick under her feet.

Rolf's sleeve sword reappears and remains the top of the head!

But this time, Yala turned around and the double knife inserted on the ground slammed his arm and made a sharp turn!

"boom!"

In a thunder, the earth and stone on the ground was picked by Yala and it was a few meters!

Earth and stone flew, blocking Rolf's sight.

The knife light flashes in the earth and stone!

Rolf angered, and the figure receded, the tattoo on his face was brighter, the wind in the air accelerated, and the terrible power was swirled, and the earth and stone were scraped!

In the gust of wind, the earth and stone spurred toward the Quartet!

At this time, half of the head was exposed in the hidden place, and the tales that were entering the gods suddenly heard a hoarse voice:

"Looking down."

There was no time for the hairpin, and Tyres was instinctively low.

"Hey!"

The radiant earth and stone came from the center of the battle and swept over the head of Taylors!

A few earth and stone hit the side door of the shop behind the taylor, and the wooden door panel was shot in a depression!

Tyles looked at the door panel behind him, slamming his chest in cold sweat, if he had just not bowed his head -

But he hasn't reacted yet, and a slim figure appears in his hiding place.

"You are going."

Tyres is a bit dumbfounded.

Yala in front of her eyes is definitely not "good". The original brave female bartender is tired at the moment, and she is slightly breathing, her left arm is actually shaking slightly.

"He found my weakness and couldn't make a continuous attack. I can't beat him."

The bartender put her arm on the shoulder of Teres, revealing an ugly smile.

"This way, you will be discovered sooner or later, I will lead him, then you will go alone!"

"Go down the lane at the left side of the lane, cover your breath with a black cloth, and immediately turn around and change the road when you encounter any sound."

"The Brotherhood has not been attacked too deeply. As long as you cross the center of Hongfang Street, there will be fewer and fewer people."

"Little devil, even if you are alone, you have to survive!"

Tyres looked at the female bartender who suddenly said goodbye.

Until she was shot, she greeted the center of the wind outside the street.

Tyres unconsciously reached out and grabbed her back.

Yala.

The boy listened to the resounding fight in the distance, and the night of the night, the dog meat in the kitchen bar of the sunset bar.

"Eat slowly! The devil, this dog is also what I won!"

"What happened to the bartender! I Yala Sa - I Yala is a well-trained bartender!"

"This dog can't give you! You can't bite!"

Goodbye.

Sister Yala.

Goodbye.

JC.

Tyres turned around and walked into the depths of Hongfang Street.

To live - I still owe the love of Yala.

The fighting behind him is getting farther and farther.

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A messy battlefield.

Cohen glared at the wall, holding the wall of his left hand and coughing.

The police officer’s chest was bleeding.

His left rib was pierced, his lungs were damaged, and the wound almost spread to the heart.

Moreover, the power of the violent end of the enemy is still lingering in his wounds.

Even the power of the end of Cohen's pride - "the glory of the stars" can not withstand.

And his enemies - Cohen looked up and looked at the swordsman in front of the red and black clothing that did not change color.

The left shoulder of the red black swordsman was pierced by Cohen’s “Mang Sword”, and his shoulders were also bleeding. There was also a scratch on the left chin and the left neck.

But it is far better than Cohen's situation.

At the moment when both swords are about to pierce each other, the two men present a completely different combat literacy.

Cohen inspired a part of the stars to condense into a "star shield", protect the heart, offset the sword that is going to take the key, and then try to stab the sword in his hand.

The red and black swordsman, regardless of the silver-and-white swordsman who stabbed the throat, turned to the sword at the edge of the blade and the body, and sent the sword more calmly and more madly. Chest ribs.

Then, taking advantage of the time when Cohen’s sword trembled, the swordsman lowered his head to avoid the throat, leaving only a scratch on the chin and neck, and then letting Cohen pierce his shoulder and send the sword in his hand. Enter one point.

Stand tall.

"You are a good swordsman." The red and black swordsman suddenly opened.

"In the face of such a sword, many people are avoiding their edge, and then fight back."

"And you insist on stabbing that sword."

"As for the act of cohesion protection, is the army teaching you?"

Cohen coughed out a blood, and smiled and said: "A veteran told me that on the battlefield, you must keep a life-saving hand - to live longer than the enemy, and hurt more than the enemy."

The red and black swordsman was silent for a while, then he chuckled again: "He must have never done a death squad."

Cohen gasped, his brow wrinkled: "The Western Battlefield, the death squad that rushed to the Boneless and the Orcs - have you done it?"

The swordsman nodded:

"three times."

"Which guard?" Cohen licked the blood in his mouth and looked up.

"Skull Guard, the 17th Death Squad."

"Frankenhaus's death squad, three times?" Cohen showed a familiar smile: "It seems that you offended the big man."

"What about you, the police officer?" the red black swordsman asked silently.

"The Raven Guard, the second commando."

"'Thunder of the Thunder'? The second commando?" The swordsman also frowned. "Hey, I said how Karabyan is so familiar, it seems to be a nobleman."

Cohen spit out a blood and smiled bitterly:

"Actually, I always want to ask, is the Chaka wine before the assault good? My father has never let me drink."

"Difficult to drink. The **** quartermaster, even the drunkards of the dead must be deducted." The swordsman replied coldly.

"Is it."

"Yes."

The conversation between the two suddenly came.

The red-black swordsman took up the madness and temper, and Cohen also took up helplessness and gasp.

"Gulaton Remer, the Skull Guard, the Seventeenth Death Squad, Sword Shield," the red-black swordsman, Gulaton whispered, "This is my name, I am honored to fight you, the police officer." Your Mightiness."

"Cohn Karabyan, the Ravens, the second commando, the combat captain," the police officer smirked. "I am honored to belong to me, the amount, the gangsters and the gangsters?"

The next second, Cohen put away a smile.

Both of them looked at each other seriously and seriously.

On the sword of Cohen, the glory of the stars is flickering.

On the right arm of the red-black swordsman Gulaton, the violent power surged and the blood vessels protruded.

The last sword of birth and death - this is the moment to end the swordsman.

Glorious, sacred, not tolerant.

But the next moment, the faces of both of them changed suddenly!

Suddenly there was a whistling sound from the next door.

A slender figure, with a double knife, fell from the air on the street!

This distance should be enough.

The bartender gasped and looked at the two people standing upright.

Until she saw Cohen's dress.

I hope that the little devil can - hey? Kingdom warlord officer?

This is the war of the gang, why is the green skin here?

Cohen and Gulaton also looked at her with horror.

Another gangster? Cohen thought, hope is not a blood bottle.

This woman, it seems that I have not heard the adults say, Gulaton secretly, is the chess piece that comes into the game outside?

"You can't run! Bartender sister."

The wind whistled, with a soft voice, Rolf appeared on the corner, he also saw two swordsmen.

"Gulaton? You should be guarded by the adults," Rolf looked at the swordsman and frowned. "Why are you here, with one - green?"

Very good - Cohen thought, they are a group, so...

The police officer turned to the female bartender: Since this woman is the opponent of her own enemy, it should not be the blood bottle helper.

"Concentrate on cleaning up your mouse." Red and black swordsman, Gulaton cold and cold, does not seem to want to talk to Rolf, "I am doing my job."

Gulaton finished his speech and raised his sword coldly against Cohen.

Cohen also slowly stood up, clenched his teeth, and crossed his chest with a silver sword.

Rolf grinned and the wind on his side continued to swell.

Yala took a deep breath and kneeled down on one knee to adjust the angle.

All four understood the situation on the field.

Two blood bottles, one brotherhood, one green skin - oh, is a warning officer.

The next moment, the four people moved!

Gulaton's long sword red flashes, ruthlessly chasing the heart of Cohen!

Cohen's face is white, facing Gulaton, the sword takes out the defensive-only sword ring!

Rolf's figure disappeared again, but the wind rushed to Yala!

Yala’s figure was violent, and the double knife slid open the air in the forward direction, but unexpectedly rushed to—

Cohen!

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Tyres carefully slammed the black cloth, hiding his breath and running away, bypassing the two teams who are fighting hard.

In the crowd, a figure nearly two meters tall is a lottery. Wherever his iron fists go, the blood bottle of the red headscarf will help him out.

Probably the master of the Brotherhood, I don’t know if it’s the 13th National Congress or the Big Six.

Anyway, it can't be the three legendary killers.

But Taylors just quietly bypassed.

This is not his battle.

He wants to escape.

For myself, and for Yala.

For the children of the sixth house.

Tyres turned to a street, but met an air barrier.

He did not know at the time that this was the famous "air wall" in the hands of Gao.

He stunned at the barrier.

Damn the magician.

I have to make a detour.

I hope that I will not meet people.

Thinking of people, Tyres couldn't help but think of the voice that just reminded him to "low his head."

He had thought it was Yala, after all, the latter immediately appeared in front of him.

But he later realized that the voice could not be Yala.

It was a hoarse voice.

Just present, not only myself, Yala and Rolf.

That is the fourth person.

Tyres' scalp was tight, and he suddenly thought that if he just reminded him to bow his head, he was the fourth person present.

So why did Yala and Rolf have nothing to do?

Ming Yala appeared in front of the first time after the spurt of the earth and stone.

There is no doubt that Taylors concluded that his strength is more terrible than Yala and Rolf.

However, since he is not hostile to himself, why not help?

"Touch!" Taylors hit another invisible barrier.

He patted his head in annoyance.

This kind of ghost stuff is getting more and more, don't want money, don't consume blue!

Tyres turned in one direction and ran forward.

"collapse!"

Actually it is a barrier!

This time, Tyres failed to take his footsteps. He fell to the ground and his left forehead slammed at the foot of the house next to him.

Thales licked his broken head and raised his head, looking at his eyes.

A bit wrong.

This is a crossroad, although it is dark, but according to his memory, it is probably already near the center of Hongfang Street.

Even the killing sounds are getting farther away.

In the other three directions, Tyles moved gently and reached out.

Then, he touched the two-sided barrier in two directions not far away.

Three roads are blocked? Taylor's heart was shocked.

It really has the horror and hint of the horror film.

Taylors was silent for a while, turning to the only direction without a barrier.

He silently reached out, and sure enough, this time, he walked for more than a dozen meters without any hindrance.

It is like an exit that is specially left behind.

The heart of Tyres is getting more and more heavy.

I didn't expect it, obviously went here.

Hey.

Destiny, you are really a blue pool.

He slammed his right hand on his forehead and let his blood drop to the ground.

The boy resolutely walked a dozen steps on the empty street until he was near a house.

In the middle of the house is a double-opened wooden door.

Taylors looked up and there was a big sign on the door. The boy with few literacy could only barely recognize a word, because he had known it before he was begging at the Black Gold Casino.

That word is:

Chess.

Tyres turned his head and looked at the other three blocked directions, remembering the pain of bleeding on his forehead.

Is there no way to go?

"This invitation is really rough." Tyres muttered.

But he still sighed, stopped hesitating, pushed open the half-covered door and walked into the chess room in the center of the Red Square Street.

The interior is dark, only a little bright in the distance, like an old-fashioned candle.

It really shapes the atmosphere.

"Welcome to my amusement park, my little friend."

When I walked through a chess table (and hit a lot), there was a pleasant and relaxing voice in the ear of Taylors.

"Under Ashida Sackon, my peers are used to calling me: the magician of the gas."

a long time.

Tyres did his best to calm down the panic in his heart.

In the darkness in front of me, only one candlelight flashed slightly, there was the entrance to the cellar of the chess room.

Tyres took a deep breath, walked down to the cellar, and then breathed, pressing the heart that was mad.

In front of him, a handsome, dark-brown, blue-haired man sat at a long table and nodded to smile at him.

"As for the question of invitation, I will pay attention to it next time."

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The Temple of the Sun, the inner altar.

The middle-aged aristocrat with gray hair is hard to hide the excitement at the moment. In front of his eyes, the lamp on the altar that bears the future of the kingdom, its flame is getting bigger and bigger, and the color is getting redder.

He lifted the lamp and strode out of the altar of the temple.

The older priest behind him was shocked and reached out to stop, but she immediately thought of something, and the hand in midair suddenly stagnate.

The sacrifice sighed and looked at the figure of the nobility and sat down slowly.

After a long while, the older priest called Niya, an intern who was still sleepy.

"You are ready to open the inner world from tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)