Hearing Sun Fei's categorical refusal, [Bai Xue Fengyin] just frowned slightly, and stopped talking, it can be seen that he is definitely a person of few words in terms of personality, such a person is persistent, tenacious, and the nine-headed dragon can't pull back the things he believes.

However, silence does not mean admitting defeat.

The fighting spirit was running wildly, and the long sword in the hand of [Bai Xue Feng Yin] Dani was more long, and the sound was even longer, breathtaking, and the guards with slightly lower strength were dizzy and vomited, such an abnormal situation made the people present have to firmly cover their ears with their hands, and Bai Sen's sword blade buzzed and trembled at an indescribable terrifying frequency, almost turning into a dazzling silver light under the golden morning sun.

[Bai Xue Feng Yin], a white-robed sword.

Among the young masters of the royal family of the two hundred and fifty vassal states under the Zenit Empire, Dani is definitely a first-class person, with a five-star strength, even if Sun Fei manifested a barbarian equipment, his strength soared again, but he did not dare to be careless.

Adjust your breath and hold the purple and green swords.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and it was a brief silence before the blow.

At this time, the master with the most complete combat power and the highest strength at the top of the East Mountain began a life-and-death duel.

Suddenly—

Sou!

Out of the sword.

There was no furious shout, no fighting spirit, no landslide, no earth-shattering, not even the dust on the ground had time to float, the speed of the two figures had completely exceeded the limit of film and television that the human retina could capture, and the time for even a blink of an eye had not arrived, and people suddenly found that they didn't know when, the directions where Sun Fei and [Bai Xue Fengyin] were standing had been quietly exchanged.

Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang ——!

The crisp sound of metal swords clashing reached everyone's ears at this time.

A whirlwind brought up dust from the ground and flooded everyone's view.

The dust is falling –

Sou!

A puddle of blood rushed out of Sun Fei's shoulder, staining the mysterious armor on his body red.

The exclamations of the people of Chambord City and the cheers of the people behind Paris resounded at the top of the East Mountain at the same time, but soon, a series of blood mist burst out from the body of [Snow Peak Hidden] Dani, and the figure began to stagger, unsteady on its feet.

Turning around with difficulty, [Bai Xue Fengyin] looked at the fine and dense wounds that suddenly burst out on his body, and a bleak wry smile appeared on his pale face: "You have won, but, Your Majesty Alexander, I still beg you to spare Miss Paris!"

With the sword pillar on the ground, supporting his body, blood poured out frantically from the dense and countless small wounds on his body, and soon moistened and added a large area of stones and soil, and the people watching the battle around realized that it turned out that Sun Fei's purple and blue double swords had left countless fine and dense small scars on the chest, arms, thighs, and abdomen of [Bai Xue Feng Yin] at the moment when his body was staggered just now.

Everyone was shocked: God, at that moment that could not be captured by the naked eye, how many swords did this little king have to inflict such an astonishing injury on the body of a master like [Bai Xue Feng Yin]?

At this moment, some people have begun to sympathize with the prince of Nadako, it is rumored that he fell in love with Paris but could not, gave up his power, and lived in seclusion on a snowy peak in the country all year round to do penance, this time it must also be because of Paris and went down to act as an assassin, but unfortunately at this time the hero is at an end, not only can not save the beloved woman, but even his own life is difficult to preserve.

Heroes cherish heroes, maybe this little king should meet the last request of [Bai Xue Feng Yin], right?

But—

"I said a long time ago, your sword can only save you, and her fate is up to her. Sun Fei shook his head and cruelly refused: "Take me with a sword and don't die, I will allow you to leave alive!"

[Bai Xue Feng Yin] was slightly stunned.

He smiled bitterly, left a series of bloody footprints on the ground, slowly walked past Sun Fei's side, and stood behind the cold-blooded witch Paris again, he didn't speak again, but his palm still tightly held the bloody long sword.

In the process, Paris did not say anything.

Her eyes kept churning between the freely tumbling and turbulent sea of clouds in the distance, and she didn't even glance at [Bai Xue Fengyin], as if the man in front of her who had already met the bloody man had nothing to do with her.

"Is it my turn?" Paris looked back at Sun Fei with a calm expression: "How many swords do you want me to pick you up?"

Sun Fei shook his head and smiled rather strangely: "You are not my opponent, so you don't need to use your sword, although someone must kill you quickly, but as long as you can do one thing for me, I can immediately let you leave the top of the East Mountain unscathed!"

"Oh, what can I do for you?"

Sun Fei turned around and walked to the ruins of the king's altar in the distance, Paris and the people around him looked at it with puzzled eyes, but saw Sun Fei swinging his sword and flying a few boulders, taking out something from below, light and exquisite, stained with bloodstains, emitting a golden glow in the sun, and circulating a different kind of nobility and luxury.

That's the crown of kings.

The King's Crown, which was supposed to be worn by the eldest princess on behalf of the Emperor Yashin the Great of the Zenit Empire, symbolized the glory and power of the king, the identity of the nobility and the recognition of the gods, after a series of unexpected events interrupted Sun Fei's coronation ceremony, and the guard holding the silver plate presenting the king's crown was also killed in the melee, and the king's crown was stained with blood and buried under the rubble.

Sun Fei gently whipped the dust on the Golden King's Crown, then turned around and walked to Angela's side, put on the brand-new sky-blue king's robe that his fiancée had prepared for him before, carried the purple and blue swords in one hand, and held the King's Crown in the other, looked at Paris, and said, "You come to crown this king with the King's Crown, and I will let you leave the top of the East Mountain." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly changed color.

"Crazy, Alexander, are you crazy?" the swordswoman Susan snapped, "Do you know what you're doing to crown you with a conspirator who assassinates the princess and His Highness Artshavin, a lowly and inferior assassin, and a shameless woman who has no aristocratic glory in the slightest?"

"It's crazy, you can't do this!" the princes and envoys of the countries around the eldest princess who survived also accused.

"Alexander, I think you should know what such an act means?" [Zenit Military God] Arshavin's eyes narrowed slightly, and his thin body revealed an aura of iron-blooded battlefield.

"Of course I know what I'm doing. Sun Fei didn't care about the threat in Arshavin's tone at all, and sneered: "I just want the enemy to bow down and willingly wear the crown of the king for me!"

Let the enemy put the crown of a king on himself?

The top of the mountain suddenly fell silent.

In this seemingly plain sentence, there is a domineering spirit that rises up, throughout the ages, there has never been a king on the continent of Azeroth who has worn the crown of a king from the hands of his enemies, and no king has been able to do this!

The eldest princess's azure eyes lit up slightly, but there was not the slightest hint of sorrow.

Sun Fei walked in front of Paris step by step, and handed over the golden crown in his hand, which was still stained with blood: "Bow down and surrender, crown me the crown of the king, leave you alive, and let you leave!"

"What if I refuse!" Paris suddenly laughed again, reaching out and gently brushing her windswept hair.

"If you refuse, the top of the eastern mountain of Chambord City, I'm afraid that you will have to add a wisp of incense!" Sun Fei's smile looked bright under the golden morning sun, but the murderous aura in his words made Paris tremble slightly.

"You'll regret it!" said Susan, the female swordsman beside the eldest princess, had a bad face.

Sun Fei didn't pay attention to it, holding the blood-stained crown of the king in his hand, handed it to the cold-blooded witch Paris, and smiled: "My patience is not very good. ”

There was a wind blowing, messing up the air.

The cold-blooded witch Paris finally stretched out her slender hand, and under the gaze of everyone, she gently took over the crown of the golden king, the beauty was like jade, the golden crown was dazzling, the blood was mottled, the morning sun was shining, and the cold wind was cold...... It will be a picture that will forever be engraved in the soul of everyone at the top of the mountain, Paris bowed her proud and stubborn head, held high the golden crown of kings, and solemnly placed it on the head of the victor.

No flowers and fireworks, no cheers and screams.

Some are the king's altars in ruins, the smoke and dust in the wind, the stumps and severed arms all over the ground, the bloody earth and blood, and the black scavenging birds that symbolize evil flying all over the sky.

It was an unprecedented coronation ceremony for a king.

Looking at this scene, the survivors of the Zenit Royal Canonization Mission lost their brilliance one by one, both angry, angry and helpless, there is no doubt that this little king of Chambord City has obviously been full of canonization missions, and in this way, he not only created his own unique glory, but also slapped the Zenit Empire in a resounding slap.

"God bless my king!"

All the people of Chambord City sincerely knelt on the ground to witness the birth of another king of Chambord City.

Sun Fei had no scepter in his hands, a bloody golden crown on his head, a broken ruin at his feet, and two bloody swords in his hands.

Blood and Sword!

This is the leitmotif of the coronation of the new kings of Chambord.

Paris stood in front of Sun Fei with a complicated expression, stared blankly for a while, shook his body, and held the bloodied [White Snow Peak Hidden] Dani in the distance, flashed a strange route and disappeared to the top of the East Mountain. Sun Fei didn't chase after him, he knew that this woman had already remembered the place where there were no magic traps by observing the big black dog's walking route before, so he stepped on it so easily to leave.

However, what Paris didn't know was that Sun Fei could easily change the location of the magic trap in [Assassin Mode], but he didn't do so.

Seeing Paris and [Bai Xue Fengyin] abandon themselves and float away, the envoys and princes of Shenhua Kingdom, Chanba Kingdom and other countries under him were instantly so frightened that they couldn't even speak, and the two yellow scimitar swordsmen flickered and wanted to flee along the route Paris left, but they were shocked by Sun Fei's double swords and blocked in place.

"This king, do you agree with you leaving?"

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The first update.

Collection and red tickets, crazy begging.