Kingdom’s Bloodline

Bang!

The swords collided, and Kong Geyou fell hard again, and the sword fell to the ground.

No.

He panted, ignoring the severe pain in his chest and abdomen, and crawled awkwardly to reach his sword.

He wants to fight.

He has to stand up.

"How much did Fisso give you?"

Lausanne II, who was standing opposite him, had an expressionless face: "Is it worth your efforts?"

A life-changing amount of money?

Or a promise to eliminate worries?

Konggeyou touched his big sword and sneered.

money?

How ridiculous.

Baibu Ranger tried his best to pick up the sword and stood up tremblingly.

"I came here on a voluntary basis, and I didn't get paid."

"Is that a personal grudge?"

Lausanne II looked numbly at his struggling opponent:

"Did I hurt your friend or your lover?"

"nor."

"Then why are you?"

Konggeyou gritted his teeth, shook his head, and attacked again!

Not bad - Lausanne II nodded slowly - the opponent's attack was decent, stable and calm, and he had obviously learned a lesson from the bad fast break just now.

But it's just a formality.

Ding!

With a sharp sound, Lausanne II launched an unexpected counterattack, and the two figures were separated as soon as they touched each other.

Compared with the killer's ease, Kong Geyou groaned and took seven or eight steps back. Finally, his strength was exhausted and he had to lean on the ground with his sword and gasp for breath.

Lausanne II shook the blood from his sword and moved forward step by step.

Not for money, not for people?

That's because this guy is hot-headed and wants to be famous.

"Fasso."

The killer's footsteps paused.

"What?"

Kong Geyou gasped, and he slowly turned his head, looking at the crooked houses around him with sad eyes.

"Here, the new suburbs will always be like this, and they will never get better, just because there are drug lords like Lazench Fissot..."

Blood flowed from Konggeyou's face, but he was in a daze and didn't notice it.

"He thought he could cover the sky with one hand and stretched out his fingers, so he designated this land as his hunting ground. Residents were not allowed to leave, and no one was allowed to leave the house. He could only hide in the house and tremble, praying that Feisuo would catch him soon. prey……"

Lausanne II gently tilted his ear.

certainly.

He could hear the trembling breaths, sobs, and comforts behind the earthen walls of countless houses and alleys...

During the battle, once I couldn't bear the blood thirst, I rushed into those houses...

The killer looked at his sword blade.

Konggeyou, whose face was covered in blood, gritted his teeth, held the hilt of the sword, and propped himself up.

"... He also said that he wanted to 'eliminate harm for the people'. He was ordered to suppress thieves. It was for the sake of the residents themselves and to protect the peace and order of the Emerald City."

Bullshit.

Konggeyou raised his head and looked directly at Lausanne II with a bitter and resentful expression.

not only that.

Feisuo also said that only he can maintain the safety here, only he can make the rules here, and maintain the rules here...

Only he can protect the immigrants in the new suburbs who have nowhere to live, and save hundreds of homeless orphans...

Bullshit.

At that moment, Kong Geyu seemed to have found some strength, his face became fierce, and he yelled:

"Shit!"

With a sudden burst of bravery, Baibu Ranger stood up angrily and pressed on again!

clang!

Once again, Lausanne II turned around and swung his sword, easily blocking Konggeyou's attack.

The latter couldn't stop the momentum and fell to the ground with his sword.

Once again, Konggeyou shook his head, spit out the blood and mud in his mouth, and crawled towards his sword with difficulty inch by inch.

The killer turned his head, looked at his opponent crawling like a worm in the bloody mud, and shook his head slowly.

"If that's the case, then you should go find Feisuo."

The excessive blood loss made Konggeyou's eyes blur. He finally touched the hilt of the sword and chuckled when he heard the words.

"Faisuo is not the key, he will fall sooner or later."

Baibu Ranger struggled to get up, but he was weak and it took him two attempts before he succeeded.

“The key is, over time, people start to believe it.”

Lausanne II slowly raised his sword, but did not attack, but quietly waited for his opponent to regroup.

Konggeyou wiped the blood from his face.

"The folks in the new suburbs began to believe that Feisuo was the owner and protector of this place. They began to believe that it was appropriate to pay protection fees, they began to believe that it was necessary for him to sell drugs here, and they began to believe in their own livelihood. They are all given by him..."

They began to believe that Feisuo was doing it for everyone's good.

They began to believe that he was the best representative of immigrants in the new suburbs.

They began to believe that the drug lord was actually a good boss, leader and neighbor who "meant well".

They began to believe that there were many things they could not do by themselves, such as hunting down the terrifying murderer - "Only Boss Feisuo can do it" and "This should be Feisuo's business".

They even began to rush to join the Black Street Brotherhood, and began to oppress those who were unwilling to loyal to him just as Fezso oppressed themselves.

It's about livelihood, they say.

Then become the next Fisso with peace of mind.

Konggeyou gasped fiercely, his eyes wandering.

"So, in his territory, everyone is afraid of him, abides by his rules, obeys his orders, and supports his job."

With a click of a finger, countless people came to help him solve the problem and hunt down the felons in the Emerald City.

"So, everyone is afraid of him." Kong Geyou said bitterly.

Terrified.

Afraid to think that you are not afraid.

To be afraid is to think that it is not fear, but support and reverence.

Fear means that everyone should be afraid, thinking that only fear is correct and natural.

You are so afraid that you can only deceive yourself over and over again, saying that you actually love Feisuo, rely on him, support him, and need him.

At this point, Kong Geyou's body weakened, but before he fell to the ground, he was barely resisted by the big sword in front of him.

This refreshed him, he touched the bloody and sticky hilt again, and raised his head firmly.

"But I'm the only one who can't be afraid."

Don't be afraid of him.

I can’t be afraid of you either.

Don't be afraid of...the cowardice in your heart.

He was covered in blood, but his eyes were determined and like fire. He resolutely faced the unparalleled killer in front of him. Even the "chief wolf" Feisuo had to put a huge reward on his head and hunt down with all his strength.

Lausanne II was expressionless:

"Why?"

Why only you?

Kong Geyou chuckled, then gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword.

"Because, because if I don't stand up..."

If he doesn't stand up and prove that Fissot's actions are ridiculous...

If he doesn't stand up, spurn and resist the "rules" set by Fissot...

If he didn't put on tattered second-hand equipment, go patrolling the countryside and fight against injustice...

If he didn't act like a fool and shout out his name every time he did something heroic...

If he doesn't stay in vain, he will still make it to the top eight and tell more people...

If he doesn't stand up, openly step into the encirclement defined by Feisuo, and do those things that people think "only Boss Feisuo can do"...

If he doesn't let everyone hear, let everyone see, see that there is still such a person - even if it is just the son of a police officer who was killed - who is willing to stand up and brandish the weapon that once belonged to his father to resist the bully , fight against bullying…

To break those shameless lies that "only Fisso can do it".

If everyone, at least those who are still willing to believe, are not allowed to see that there are others who believe in justice, fairness, and that Feisuo is not the only choice and price...

If he doesn't stand up...

"Then the poor elders in the new suburbs, who can they expect?"

Standing on the dirty and smelly lane of the new suburb, Konggeyou brandished his trembling sword and roared in pain and anger:

"who!

! "

Do you expect to be a poor man who is bound and struggling to make a living, and can only bow his head helplessly in the face of Feisuo?

Do you expect those moral gentlemen who are cold-faced and cold-blooded, who only know how to follow others, bully the weak, and always only appear at the right moment?

Do you expect those smart people who think they have a thorough understanding of the world and deal with things shrewdly, so they protect themselves wisely and are timid and do nothing?

Do you expect those passers-by who stand far away, have clean hands, and have nothing to do with themselves except pointing and pointing with indignation?

Do we expect those vigilance officers who are in the game, collude with Feisuo, share the interests, and pretend that "this is for the overall good"?

Do you expect those high-ranking officials to turn a blind eye as long as it doesn't happen in front of them and doesn't affect the "fundamental situation"?

Konggeyou roared angrily, blowing strong wind with his sword, and rushed towards Lausanne II!

Ding!

There was a soft sound, and he looked at the killer's snake-like blade in disbelief, watching it easily dissolve the "Rainbow Slash" technique he had practiced for ten years, and then watching it tremble and tremble on his chest. Just a little bit.

His chest shook, first itching, then blood spurting out.

The last thing that came was the severe pain that was hard to ignore.

With a clang, Konggeyou's sword fell to the ground.

Suddenly, he bit the tip of his tongue and looked sharply.

Can we still hope that Fissot, a man who puts on a show, uses exploitation and poison to earn dirty money, monopolizes the rules, and shamelessly calls himself the savior of the new suburbs, can one day change and wake up?

In other words, we are counting on that man who is said to be both wise and brave, kind and kind, and is praised by countless people. But when he comes to the Emerald City, he only cares about jealousy and political struggles all day long, focusing on the Duke's position and the wealth of the South Bank, making the Emerald City depressed and dilapidated, and the people are having a hard time, and he only wants to A bullshit second prince who can just walk away with a pat on the butt?

The next second, Konggeyou used his strength and grabbed Lausanne II's sword with both hands!

"I am——"

He shouted angrily and rushed towards the killer who couldn't help but frown:

"——Hundred-Step Ranger!"

His voice was loud and high-pitched, shocking and resounding through countless streets and alleys around him.

Lausanne II couldn't help but be surprised, but he reacted quickly and quickly retreated. With just a slight turn of the sword hilt, all ten of his opponent's fingers on the sword blade were cut off, spinning and falling to the ground.

But breaking all the fingers together failed to affect Konggeyou.

The Hundred-Step Ranger still roared angrily and charged forward resolutely, unknowingly bursting into tears:

"Punish evil and promote good!"

Konggeyou made a backhand move, and the armor under his armpits instantly opened!

"Eliminate violence and bring peace to peace!"

The moment he saw the scene in front of him clearly, Lausanne II couldn't help but be surprised.

Oops.

Under the influence of the machine's bullet, the last silver-plated flying knife hidden under the ranger's armor shot out!

stop!

At an extremely close distance, it inevitably pierced into the chest and abdomen of the vampire killer.

Submerged directly into the flesh and blood.

Not even the handle of the knife is visible.

The next second.

"Uh-huh-"

In a painful roar that was not like a human voice, Lausanne II fell to the ground in a panic, desperately picking at his sizzling wounds.

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.

In severe pain and burning, Lausanne II's face was distorted.

No!

He resisted the demonic voice in his mind and held on to the last shred of reason, refusing to look at the opponent in front of him who was almost covered in blood and had a strong fishy smell.

On the other side, Konggeyou looked at the struggling enemy in confusion and wanted to get up and pick up his sword.

But the excessive blood loss had already made him unable to do what he wanted.

Baibu Ranger closed his eyes weakly.

At least, at least he did...

After a few seconds, the vampire's roar weakened and gradually disappeared.

"You are, ahem, a good person..."

Konggeyou slowly opened his eyes, only to see Lausanne II half-kneeling on the ground, covering his wounds with bursts of silver smoke, his expression still in pain.

"But, again, what's the point!"

Lausanne II suddenly raised his head!

He stared at Konggeyou, with something in his eyes.

Determined and cold.

Under Konggeyou's surprised eyes, Lausanne II stretched out his left hand tremblingly. His whole palm only paused for a short while before ruthlessly digging into the wound on his abdomen!

Konggeyou was trembling.

"Uh-huh--"

In the severe pain of tearing flesh and blood, Lausanne II gritted his teeth and let out a deep beast-like groan, with blue veins popping out on his face.

"No matter how good you are, it's still... useless."

The killer gritted his teeth and stared at Konggeyou in disbelief.

[Blood...why not...blood]

His animalistic groan gradually disappeared and turned back to rational speech.

The primitive impulse in his veins slowly numbed, replaced by clear thinking.

It’s useless no matter how many good people there are.

Even those who work as officials, collect taxes, do business, farm, and carry swords, they are all extremely good people...

Even above his head, the highest king is a dazzling, flawless, infallible saint, great man, god...

Even if all the princes in the court are selfless, capable, well-informed, wise and far-sighted, capable officials, good officials...

Even if everyone in this world does their best according to their ideal wishes...

Also tmd doesn’t make any sense!

Enduring the severe pain and desire, Lausanne II struggled to answer:

"What should happen will still happen!"

The people in the guild protected themselves, and the Blood Bottle Gang was born.

Those at the bottom quietly gathered and formed a brotherhood.

Farmers work hard, businessmen buy low and sell high, craftsmen work meticulously, and artists sing praises.

Officials formed cliques and favored followers.

The knights drew their swords and fought.

monarchs...

It's all inevitable.

Lausanne II's left hand was stretched, groping, and trembling in the flesh and blood of his body, in the unspeakable pain, and in the boundless darkness.

Deeper and deeper.

Inextricable.

Just can't find the exit.

[Suck... blood! 】

Suddenly, Lausanne II's face twisted and his trembling became even worse!

"Hmm--"

The next second, he gritted his teeth and groaned, ruthlessly pulled out his palm and threw it outward!

What he took out from the body was countless black blood and internal organs.

And a silver flying knife that was corroded, deformed, and constantly smoking.

No.

Seeing this scene, Kong Geyou couldn't hide his disappointment and his eyes darkened.

The obstacle disappeared, and the wounds on Lausanne II recovered quickly.

"Even if you catch me and kill me today, you have proven that Feisuo and his rules are bullshit..."

The killer stood up and said coldly:

"Hundred-Step Ranger, you are still going to lose."

Just like back then, in the Blood Bottle Gang, the drug dealer Dogtooth Bot died, but it was of no use.

The knife pressed against his position and took over his territory.

Fissot ate up his market and occupied his oil and water.

The replacement of Qinbi officials is better than the succession of kings.

Nothing has changed.

"Because you can't win in the first place."

Lausanne II picked up the sword and looked at his dying opponent coldly:

"Never, can't win."

Just like this battle.

In the face of the gap between heaven and earth, cloud and mud.

You are destined to lose.

Looking at the enemy who was intact again, Kong Geyou silently closed his eyes.

"Then do nothing?"

Lausanne II frowned.

Konggeyou, who was at the end of his strength, took a deep breath and struggled to get up:

"Because you can't win, why don't you do anything?"

"Whether you do it or not," Lausanne II frowned and looked at his swaying opponent, "you are destined to lose."

"No!"

Kong Geyou opened his eyes suddenly!

He staggered to his feet and approached Lausanne II stubbornly.

"Father, father said that there are some things that you can never lose."

something.

As his spirit gradually weakened, Konggeyou's mood became more and more agitated and unstable:

"Because they...have nothing to do with winning or losing."

Lausanne II was silent for a second, then snorted coldly:

"Let me guess, your father is dead?"

Konggeyu paused.

This sentence is like a knife, going straight to the heart.

"Just die for this stupid creed, right?"

Lausanne II said disdainfully.

At that moment, Konggeyou's eyes blurred.

He seemed to be back when he was young again, seeing his father for the last time - he fell in a drug addict's den, motionless, covered in blood, still wearing a uniform, and his mouth was filled with 'sunshine'.

And that big sword.

The two-handed sword that made my father proud, it was said that he had fought against the Northern Lao on the battlefield in the Year of Blood.

Carry it, Konggeyu.

If you carry it, you will have nothing to fear.

Because you carry more than just it.

Konggeyou gritted his teeth and burst into tears.

"No, father is alive."

He raised his head and straightened his waist and abdomen inch by inch, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Which tube is dripping with blood?

Even if all the fingers on both hands are broken.

"Live forever!"

Kong Geyou stepped forward and moved forward.

laugh!

There was the sound of the blade sinking into flesh.

Konggeyu paused.

He slowly lowered his head and stared blankly at the sword blade that had sunk into his chest and abdomen.

"If I were your age, I might still be moved by this rhetoric."

Lausanne II looked expressionless, looked at the long sword with a broken edge, and shook his head.

It's time for a new sword.

"It's a pity that I have grown up." He said coldly.

Konggeyou coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled.

He raised his head, staring at the opponent in front of him extremely sincerely and seriously.

"No, killer, you have grown up, not..."

His vision slowly dimmed, and his whole body slumped unconsciously.

"You are just, just like me back then..."

Lausanne II frowned.

"I was scared..."

"Backed off..."

Kong Geyou said quietly:

"Weak..."

"I'm so cowardly..."

laugh!

Lausanne II drew out his sword, and Konggeyou lost his support and fell to the ground.

Bright red blood flowed out from under his body.

He lay on the soil of his new suburb, his eyes slowly losing their luster.

"Just like this, Baibu Ranger, you lose."

Lausanne II spoke softly, almost to himself.

Also dead.

Drowned in a pool of blood.

rotting in the soil.

No one will remember you.

Or your struggles.

Whether it's the Emerald City or the entire world, it's still the same.

It's like nothing happened.

[Injury...blood...]

Shut up.

【Blood……】

The vampire killer shook his head, ignored the call in his body, and stepped forward without hesitation, stepping over the ranger's body.

It can't be his blood.

It can't be him.

On the cold land, the big sword in Konggeyou's field of vision gradually loomed over the lake.

Yeah, I lost.

But at least...

Some things...we didn't lose.

Because they are not about winning or losing.

Konggeyou felt sleepy, so he gently closed his eyes.

Remember, Konggeyu, my child.

During those years when he had no father and had nightmares every night, his mother said this before his bed:

A long time ago, when the Emerald City was not called the Emerald City, there was war and famine everywhere.

Tyrants and evil officials exploit good people, and traitors and bullies oppress the common people.

People were unarmed and dared not speak out when they were angry. They only dared to secretly call them "water ghouls" and then continued to lower their heads and silently endure the injustice day after day.

at this time……

The rangers are coming.

Konggeyou fell asleep quietly.

So, my child, remember your mother’s words.

No matter how scary the water ghoul is...

Within a hundred steps, there must be a ranger.

Punish evil and promote good.

Eliminate violence and make peace.

Lausanne II moved forward vaguely, 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 in front of him who was wrapped in cloth and dressed as a foreigner. "I think you are probably not here to 'defend justice' like him. People."

The foreign man leaning against the wall with a spear in his hand was a rough-looking man. He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

"The sun is all-knowing, and the battle is pure, unmixed."

The foreign man spoke softly, not fast, even intermittently.

Lausanne II was moved in his heart.

This is the lingua franca of the Eastern Continent, which is close to the Flame Sea.

Compared with the Kingdom of Stars, which claims to be an orthodox empire, many vocabulary and grammatical habits are different.

As for opening the mouth, Xi Ri is omniscient...

A Humble man?

Under the moonlight, the spearman left the wall and walked up to him.

etc.

Lausanne II looked at the other party's appearance:

He seemed to recognize this person.

On the day of the election, it seemed that he was the one the host spent the most time introducing.

Probably still a big hit.

What are the names of the contestants from Hamble?

Bischoff? Jabari? Kanamani?

What did the audience call him...little stream?

"Xiri saw that your skills are very powerful, much better than those of the generals." The foreign man stared at him.

That depends on which year the general selection is.

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 was placed on his shoulder, calm and motionless.

"So Xi Ri can testify that you have reached the extreme state, right?"

Extreme state?

Lausanne II sneered in his heart.

how could I know?

Over the years, no one has told him like Joaquin did back then: Okay, starting from today, you have reached the extreme state.

He only killed people for Turnbull after he was released from prison.

Those who need to be killed by him are mostly difficult targets, either with superb skills, powerful bodyguards, or heavily protected by soldiers.

Sometimes he kills smoothly, sometimes he kills with difficulty, and sometimes he narrowly escapes death.

But he didn't care.

Whether it's difficult or easy, whether it's injury or death.

Close your eyes and just kill.

So year after year, year after year, I kept killing, and before I knew it, killing seemed to become...

Simple.

Both technically and psychologically.

Could it be said that this is the ultimate state?

"Very good, the sun has blessed me so much," the man said eagerly, "Sasha Luo said, only by challenging more can you enter the extreme realm."

The man said this, unable to conceal his excitement.

Just like when Sacharo participated in the Battle of Erden when he was young, he marched forward without hesitation and challenged the legendary "Flag Leader" before the battle.

Although he was completely defeated and bruised.

But from now on, we can get a glimpse of it.

Live up to this life.

But unfortunately, compared to Sacharo, he was born at the wrong time.

In the Hanbul Dynasty, the slightly famous extreme masters basically all have their own masters - either the seven major surnames, Xiwang City or even Xiri Temple. They are either loyal to Diyeba or close to Talal.

The relationship is complicated due to relatives and old friends.

No matter who you fight, it will be troublesome whether you win or lose.

Not pure at all.

He was destined to die, and it was not a pity to die, but he could not bring endless trouble to Tianhui Talal.

so……

Before Lausanne II could frown and speak, the man took a step forward:

"The sun is shining brightly, I don't care about the championship, winning or losing!"

He didn't even care whether the other party was a vampire, whether it violated Lord Xiri's teachings and tarnished the purity and sanctity of the world.

The man put down his spear, his eyes filled with fighting spirit:

"I just want to have a one-on-one fight with you, no interruptions, no worries, and just have fun and fight - if possible, don't use your powers."

Let me also see the scenery Sacharo saw during the heavy rain.

Just one game.

Only in this way can we help Tianhui Talal.

I will use my body to die for him.

That person worked hard to govern, clean up the bad government, and restrain the noble families of the surnames and temples...

That person named Tianhui is destined to return power to Qadir and revive the Hamble Dynasty...

Great Talal.

Lausanne II was silent for a long time.

"You're going to die."

The man showed his white teeth: "The sun knows everything. This is the meaning of fighting."

A fight in which no one will die is called a performance.

Lausanne II snorted coldly:

"Why should I promise you?"

The man did not answer immediately, but looked at the countless messes behind Lausanne II.

"Because you need it too," he whispered, "you need this fight."

This pure fight is needed to forget.

Go numb.

To pay attention.

Lausanne II felt moved when he heard this.

The man stared at him:

"The sun will prove that killing good people is not a good feeling."

I know.

I know it all too well.

Even if that's necessary.

Just like him, he will eventually kill Sasha Luo.

The sun is shining brightly, that is the general he respects most.

The man's eyes were dark.

Looking at the other party's complicated eyes, Lausanne II suddenly understood:

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 asked.

Bad guy?

The Humble people looked at the Baibu Ranger lying on the ground in the distance, making no sound anymore.

"The sun is shining brightly, I am a human being," the man sighed, shook his head, and said what Tianhui Talal said to him, "That's all."

After hearing this, Lausanne II was silent for a long time.

Finally, he raised his lips.

"warrior."

Lausanne II looked at the man in front of him, gently raised his chin, and spoke in the unfamiliar and rough Eastern Continent Common Tongue:

"The sun is everywhere, do you have the name of Xi?"

The warriors of Humble are so bright!

His name?

Ha, the sun shines brightly, this guy, the election general is busy plotting, didn't you listen to the host's introduction?

But it does not matter.

The meaning of his tone was clear...

"The sun is shining brightly!"

The power of ending flowed through his body, and the man was so excited that he chanted to the gods:

"I am Brother Bali, Azayin!"

He turned his hand and shook out the strong spear, drawing a majestic arc in the air:

"Xi Ming——Ju Yong!"

Received the name of Xi from Talal of Tianhui.

You will live up to his trust.

The Hanbul warrior named Brother Bali 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, the moon is at the top of the sky...

That guy Xiri hasn't arrived for work yet.

Then both of them moved.

The light of the sword is cold and the wind of the spear is sharp.

Metal clashed repeatedly.

Under the bright moon, this fight ended quickly.

In fact, it was only six rounds, less than a minute.

But it was the purest and most enjoyable battle that Brother Bali had ever experienced in his life - no, it was a fight.

In the last round, under unbearable pressure, he burst out the most intense and exciting sparks in his life.

Attack the strongest counterattack that he could not imagine before.

Unfortunately……

After striking out the most powerful spear, he...

"Ahem!"

Brother Ba Li coughed up a mouthful of blood and woke up in a daze:

Me, am I still alive?

The sharp pain in his chest reminded him of this.

But……

Brother Bali, who was lying on the ground, looked up in shock:

In front of him, Lausanne II calmly wiped the blood off the sword and let the wounds on his body slowly recover.

Xi Ri knows everything, this is obviously a life and death fight!

Even if you are an extreme master...

No, if it were Sacharo, or any other extreme master I had seen, they would probably not be able to hold back at that moment...

"You, how strong are you?"

Brother Ba Li couldn't help but ask.

"Very strong."

Lausanne II's answer was very uncertain, but he was silent for a while and added again:

"But it's not strong enough."

Brother Ba Li was stunned.

He coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Not strong enough...

So……

Xi Ri Wan You, how strong do you have to be to be considered "strong enough" as this guy says?

Brother Ba Li was very excited when he thought so.

"If you survive and want to take the next step..."

Lausanne II turned around:

"Just go find the Black Sword."

Brother Ba Li's eyes lit up.

Black sword?

When he was still on the ocean-going ship, the lower-level sailors talked about him privately...the man who wouldn't die?

"He...is stronger than you?"

Lausanne II shook his head and moved forward, passing by Brother Bali who was unconscious again in weakness and confusion:

"He's braver than me."

Much braver.

Not long after, Lausanne II turned around a street.

But at the moment when he turned around, the killer suddenly turned around and drew his sword, striking a shocking blow into the darkness in the corner!

clang!

Sparks were flying, Lausanne II kept moving, his sword wind swept continuously, and he fought with the opponent hiding in the dark three times before the opponent could retreat!

Hard ideas.

Lausanne II thought.

I couldn't see his face clearly, but he was using a thin sword.

"How rude, kid. Didn't any of your elders teach you etiquette?"

The new voice sounded fresh and calm, but the words used in it made Lausanne II tense all over.

"Well, no matter how rude you are, I have to introduce myself."

The killer stared intently at the handsome young man who appeared in the moonlight with a sunny smile and holding a thin sword.

"My name is Yannick Fraser Houllier," the young man sheathed his sword at his waist and bowed slightly, "I come from the Feast Hall, the Renewal Court."

Facing Yannick's introduction, Lausanne II did not answer, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"You won't respond?"

So Lausanne II responded.

He took a deep breath on the ground and said:

"Bah, you dirty bastard who is suffering from blood loss, go fuck your bloody servant."

Yannick couldn't help but frown.

"It seems that you have followed the relatives in the East Continent and have not learned the etiquette of our clan, but you have learned a lot of bad words in the clan-"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in an instant, barely able to avoid Lausanne II's sharp slash that brought up the dust!

But Lausanne II kept moving. He turned around and drew his sword like a prophet, intersecting Yannick's swords who appeared beside him:

Ding!

Yannick retreated like a ghost.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The vampire youth shook his sore and numb palms and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

But it only ushered in another sigh from Lausanne II.

And the next slash.

clang!

"But although your swordsmanship is high, your body has been damaged and consumed in successive fierce battles, and it cannot last long."

Lausanne II kept turning around, his sword criss-crossing, and sword-fighting back and forth with Yannick, who was as fast as a ghost!

"And you rarely hunt, and you can only get out, but you can't get in." However, Yannick seemed to have the luxury, and spoke bluntly during the fierce fight, "If this continues, it will only be a matter of time before blood thirst takes over and takes away your sanity. "

【Blood……】

Lausanne II's eyes narrowed, and he swept his sword across to repel the opponent who appeared behind him.

This dirty guy is a master.

At least his swordsmanship is okay.

"But if you hunt too much, tsk tsk tsk, you will turn into a bloodthirsty beast and lose your sense. That is the way to die if you fall into a trap."

Yannick's tone was relaxed, but Lausanne II felt heavy.

[Quick... blood...]

He knows his ins and outs.

Was this damn dirty guy also invited by Feisuo?

Lausanne II roared angrily, turned around and raised his arms, but his sword was empty!

"Therefore, you are in a dead situation. If you attack, it will be difficult to survive. If you retreat, you will lose your mind." Yannick appeared on the roof ten meters away from him with a bright smile. "You are already at the end of your strength and there is no cure."

The end of the strong crossbow...

"Admit it," Yannick concluded with a smile, "You can't win tonight."

Lausanne II was silent.

But in just the next second, his figure changed into a giant lake, and his entire body instantly appeared on the roof, attacking Yannick!

clang! Ding!

The sound of this fight was much harsher than the previous fights.

It’s also much more frequent.

Yannick could no longer maintain his previous magnanimity and demeanor. He returned to the defense in embarrassment, but he was still hit by a sword and was bleeding. He had to fly back.

"If you can't win, then you can do nothing?" Lausanne II said coldly.

Yannick retreated to a safe distance, frowned at the wounds on his hands that were gradually recovering, and looked at the torn and dirty luxurious cuffs with distress.

"Well said," Yannick put down his arm, his eyes grew colder and his murderous intent grew, "There is still something to be done."

Lausanne II concentrated on the attack, bent his knees, and prepared for the attack.

"for example……"

Unexpectedly, Yannick stretched out his palm towards Lausanne II and smiled.

"What if someone wanted to help you right now?"