Duke of Grief

The blade of the sharp short sword broke through the air without a sound.

The bloodthirsty light flashed in the assassin's eyes, and the cursed magic sword began to erode his soul again, and this time, the erosion speed became faster!

Bloodstains spread on the eyes, and the blade with the power of shadow had reached the back of Krylov III, but the next second, Krylov III's figure flickered and disappeared in front of the assassin's eyes. The ground left a sudden burst of spherical force field.

However, this did not break away from the assassin's expectations.

Everything is within his expectations!

A pendant on the chest of Krylov III's robe suddenly shattered into powder. Sudden heart palpitations made him open his eyes, but found that he had come to the spirit world!

Suddenly amplified senses made Krylov III into a panic. At this moment, he seemed to see the flying dust in front of his eyes. The fine voice continued to break into his ears, and the tip of his nose smelled the dust.

The sunlight is more dazzling than the main material plane, but it is not dazzling. On the contrary, it is very gentle.

Krylov III, who had suddenly become more sensitive in his eyes and around him, understood that he had indeed arrived in the spirit realm.

If he remembers correctly, a long time ago, before he led the army in person, please asked the president of the Kingdom Magic Association to set him a chain trigger, which is a spell that can save him on the battlefield, but While on the battlefield, the spell was not triggered. Instead, the spell is now triggered!

Someone assassinated himself! The next moment, Krylov III immediately reacted.

despair--

It should have been a very slight sound, but in the spirit world, it was amplified many times. Krylov III did not look back, and immediately used the higher flash to disappear in place.

He did not expect that the assassin had chased into the spirit world! The assassin was able to travel to and from the spirit world!

After reappearing in the world of Assatom, Krylov III launched any door, and disappeared in front of the stunned guards all around.

After appearing somewhere in the barracks, Krylov III looked farther away. There was a camp for the army led by the wind, but it was too far away.

Krylov III took off a bell from his wrist and shouted at the same time: "Rikkan--"

The scattered sergeants in the barracks saw a person suddenly appear in the camp. Just when they were at a loss, some of them recognized Krylov III.

"His Majesty?!"

After listening to a few exclamations, the sergeant who was picking up his arms in a hurry was stunned. They looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of them. After a closer look, they really looked like their king, Krylov III... But how could His Majesty suddenly appear here?

They didn't know what happened, and His Majesty suddenly appeared there!

However, the sergeants saw a flower, a dagger and a hand immediately followed by Krylov III.

The light condensed in front of Krylov III, and in this brief two seconds, through the light shield that suddenly appeared on three sides, the featureless white mask reflected in his eyes.

"You can't escape..." The assassin's voice reached the king's ear through the mask's stomata.

The magic sword penetrated the three shields of light, and the gust of wind that caused it raised dust, obscuring the sight of the surrounding soldiers.

"His Majesty!!"

Krylov III heard the cry of several soldiers...

Of course, there was no fear in the king's eyes!

A cold light, from bottom to top, the sharp dagger blade emptied the air in front, the shadow was cruising around the king, the real shadow master must be angry!

Qiang!

With only one clang, the dagger and the dagger were momentarily interleaved and separated again. The wind pressure pressed down the mousy beard, and anger was burning in the eyes of Dou Da.

Rekan picked the short sword away, and there was a look of anger in the assassin's eyes—

How could this mouse come so fast? !

Without a hit, the assassin jumped away quickly. At the next moment, the tail blade that didn't make any noise quietly crossed the position where the assassin stood before. If he didn't jump off, then his knee had been cut off.

Although it was thrilling, the assassin did not panic. He held his short sword, bent his knees slightly, and leaned forward.

Krylov III embraced his arms and took a deep breath, his eyes wide open.

He wanted to see with his own eyes that the assassin had died before his eyes, he had not been so close to death for a long time-this was the first time after Rikkan came to him!

Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!

The ratmen and the assassin's weapons fought three times in the air. After three symphonies, the assassin escaped into the shadows. At the next moment, Rikkan appeared behind Krylov III, and the dagger on his left hand was like a butterfly flying. As in the empty sky, the tinkling metal symphony sounded again!

The dagger is in Rikkan's hands, like an excellent musical instrument in the hands of a musician. It is elegant and elegant, with no vulgarity.

However, in contrast, the assassin's face hidden behind the mask is extremely ugly!

As the magic sword eroded him more and more, his temperament became more violent.

After fighting with the Ratmen, his figure appeared in front of everyone, the dust dispersed, and the soldiers saw a wonderful battle between the two short weapon masters.

The cold light scattered around, and sometimes the two shadow masters dived into the shadow at the same time, and began to fight in another place.

In the eyes of bystanders, the confrontation between the dagger and the dagger is gorgeous, but in the eyes of the two rogues, this unusually thrilling battle is just a warm-up!

clang!

In the cold eyes of Rikkan, a pair of red eyes reflected, and the bloodshot eyes all over his eyes immersed in his pupils. At that moment, the Ratman seemed to see a slaughterer standing on the **** sea of ​​the corpse mountain, a more evil than a demon Demon!

After this fight, Rikkan retreated and returned to Krylov III, and His Majesty the King was a little puzzled. Rikkan had clearly gained the upper hand, why did he retreat?

Just when everyone was in doubt, a slender red chain popped out of the dagger, one end connected to the dagger, and the other end was stuck on the assassin's arm.

There was a shock in the assassin's eyes: "Wait-ah!!!"

That chain is just the beginning. The bloodthirsty magic sword no longer satisfies the spirit of eroding the assassin. When the assassin hasn't had time to react, he has controlled his body.

Recan could see that something was moving under the skin of the assassin's right arm, and the soldiers around him felt a silent fear spread in their hearts, making them creepy.

But only Krylov III... always felt a little familiar with the scene before him.

Without continuing to wait, Rikkan's knees slightly curved, his body instantly blended into the shadows under his feet like a pool of ink, the gray scene in front of him was fleeting, a whirling jump out of the shadow behind the assassin, the power of the shadow attached to the two-handed dagger was like two ends A black python, circling and circling around the ratmen~www.wuxiaspot.com~Sword Power·Swirl Dance!

The assassin felt the momentum behind him, and his right hand uncontrolledly drove the whole body back and forth. The blood-stained magic sword shimmered, but the shadow of the assassin himself could not attach to it.

clang! clang! clang! clang! clang……

The dagger blade and the sword blade struck, and between the two shadow masters, the cold flower Juer, with the cold light as the petals and the sword blade as the receptacle, was in full bloom.

The clanging sound like Jin Ge's symphony suddenly sounded, and the smoke and dust made the soldiers discouraged.

That's not the battlefield they can involve!

With the help of a weapon attack, Rikan kicked on the assassin's chest and fell to the ground.

However, this is what surprised him the most!

The Ratman suddenly looked up, but he saw struggling colors flashing in his eyes under the mask, then his eyebrows stretched, his eyes wide open.

"Ah--"

At this moment of silence, the laughter seemed extremely abrupt.

Afterwards, Rekan's heart jumped wildly, and he rolled sideways without hesitation.

Behind Rikkan, the soldiers with arms around the battlefield only saw a red line breaking open to cover the smoke and dust, a pain in the waist and abdomen, looked down, and saw a red line that should not appear.

If you want to raise your hand and touch it, your arms are broken at the elbow. Dozens of soldiers looked at each other, and also saw the other party's miserable state-blood spewed out from the red line on the waist and abdomen, and shot forward!

Through the smoke screen, the other end of the bloodline connected to the soldier's body fell on the long sword in the hands of the assassin.

Seeing this scene, Krylov III's eyes widened, and a huge wave rolled in his heart.

He finally remembered...

He finally remembered why he was so familiar...

Magic Sword Kargarsh!

It was one of the most notorious mass-produced magic swords that appeared in the late Arcane Empire expulsion war! ! ! ...