The imperial capital is within the West.

The eleven black towers of the Knight's Hall stand majestically.

In the spacious hall on the first floor of the black main tower in the center, under the vivid statues of two giant knights with a height of 100 meters straddling horses and wielding swords, a majestic figure stood with his back to him, and the bright red cloak was completely spread out, which set off the tall and tall figure like a mountain, and a naturally noble and majestic aura was invisibly diffused in the calm.

"Your Excellency!"

The six figures did not dare to come out and knelt on the ground of Guanghua.

It was none other than the six ruling knights who had just returned from the No. 1 sword test platform in the twenty-mile camp outside the imperial capital.

"Well, Second Knight, I forced you to come back, but you are not convinced?" The figure of Wei An did not look back, his long golden hair quietly hung down the bright red cloak and down to his waist, and there was a power in his voice that affected people's minds.

"Subordinate...... Don't dare!"

The second knight's eyes flashed with a trace of unwillingness and hatred, but this unwillingness and hatred was quickly replaced by a strong fear and awe, in front of this majestic figure in front of him, as strong as the second killing knight, he did not dare to have the slightest disobedience and offense, in front of others he was the second largest person in the top ten ruling knights of the Imperial Knight Palace, but as long as the majestic figure in front of him was willing, a small thought, he would lose everything without any suspense.

"Oh, don't you dare?" asked the back of the knight under the giant statue on horseback.

"No...... No, subordinates...... The subordinates are just ......" The second [Killing Knight] was nervous, not knowing how to explain it.

"Okay! No need to explain! Hmph, my taboo, you all know that anyone who dares to extend his tentacles to the Imperial Knight Hall must be ready for destruction...... Do you really think I don't know anything about this incident?" Wei An's figure suddenly turned around, and under his long golden hair was a strange black mask, his face could not be seen clearly, but in those pair of sky-blue pupils, a chilling light shot out: "It seems that the knight's hall has been quiet for too long, and some people have forgotten those bloody lessons from before, second knight, why embarrass King Chambord?" Dare to openly undermine the fairness of the duel at the Sword Trial Bench in front of tens of thousands of people, do you want to challenge the majesty of the laws promulgated by His Majesty the Emperor Yashin?"

The second [Killing Knight] was startled and quickly bowed his head and fell to the ground.

"Hmph, Imperial Knight Hall adjudicates the reputation of the knights, and is disgraced by your actions!" The tall and majestic figure turned and walked towards the far gate of the hall amid a series of footsteps, its bright red cloak dragging across the smooth mirror-like ground like a tumbling river of blood rolling through the hall.

"The second knight, the fourth knight, the fifth knight, the three of you act in accordance with the rules of knighthood, and you will be imprisoned in the black prison for thirty days, the third knight, the sixth knight, and the eighth knight, and the three of you will also be imprisoned in the black prison for ten days!"

When the figure shrouded in the blood-colored cloak vanished, his voice still echoed through the hall.

No one dared to question such an order in any way.

"Yes, my lord!" the six knelt down to receive the order.

Suddenly, a red flame of light flashed out from the ground, enveloping the six people, only to see that the ground with hard light became soft like a swamp of water temperature, and the bodies of the six people gradually sank, and soon disappeared, and when the red light flame disappeared, the figures of the six people disappeared completely.

The entire hall suddenly disappeared from any figure, and there was an indescribable empty cold.

In the main hall, hundreds of stone pillars carved with stone paintings and patterns of various knights wielding swords and fighting stand majestically, telling scenes of the past that are either long ago or crying blood, and in the center of the entire hall, the two hundred-meter-high white knights riding horses and fencing sculptures are extremely tall and eye-catching, and the statues exude an indescribable atmosphere of justice and mercy, but the white stone giant sword in the knight's hand seems to be polluted by something, slightly black, like speckled rust.

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The vast and magnificent walls of St. Petersburg are above the main entrance of the Imperial Tower.

Andrei Arshavin, the young Imperial War God, looked silently at the towering No. 1 Sword Test Platform three miles away, his gaze crossed a thousand meters and condensed on the figure that embraced the world with open arms......

The young military god was surrounded by iron-clad warriors, and there were many respectful expressions.

There was an inexplicable depression in the air.

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it...... His strength has reached such a terrifying level, is there really such an incredible genius in this world?

Arshavin's palm gently rubbed against the cold city wall, and there was an emotion that even he didn't understand, the first guard of the empire [Iron Blood Battalion], who had always been bloodied and merciless, and his heart was like a cold imperial god, and suddenly he felt that his heart was unprecedentedly chaotic and complicated.

"The first time we met, he was still a little king who barely stepped into the five-star junior rank, and he had to rely on pretending to be dead and other means that couldn't get on the table to get a glimmer of life, I didn't think that now, he was already a round of blazing sun that could fight alone against the four major ruling knights without falling into the wind, King Chambord, King Chambord......"

The Imperial War God held his head high and was silent.

He thought of the eldest princess Tanasha's previous proposal, and sighed in his heart, but he had to admit that his scheming sister was right again.

"Before nightfall, in my name, send a congratulatory gift to King Chambord congratulating him on his victory in the duel!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

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Twenty-mile camp, around the No. 1 sword test platform.

The cheers continued.

The kings of the major vassal countries looked heavy between their eyebrows, and began to leave slowly under the protection of the guards, and the figure on the sword test platform made them feel irresistibly hopeless and weak, everyone understood that after this battle, the order of Alexander of Chambord would inevitably shock the entire Zenit Empire, and among the two hundred and fifty vassal states under the jurisdiction of the empire, there was no one who could fight with the king of this small sixth-rank vassal country.

No, maybe there was one!

[One sword].

It is rumored that Shenlong is a low-key prince of the first-class vassal country 'Lindong Kingdom'.

This young prince, who was originally recognized by almost everyone in the entire empire as the number one master of the two hundred and fifty vassal countries, has always been very low-key, but his reputation is not low, he has fought more than 100 battles since his debut, and has not been defeated, especially five years ago, in the imperial border battle, a single sword killed a six-star warrior and a prince of the Spartak Empire under the siege of more than a thousand swordsmen of the Spartak Empire, the old enemy of the Zenit Empire. Concentrate on cultivation, and his strength is becoming more and more unpredictable, but the number of shots is getting less and less, and no one knows what level he has reached now.

Now there is only one sword, which can fight with the King of Chambord.

The kings of the vassal countries left with their own hearts, which did not prevent others from worshipping King Chambord, especially some of the vassal warriors, most of them were low-level warriors, and some of them did not even reach the star level, living in ice and fire every day, wandering on the line of death, using their only life, with their own flesh and blood to seek the city of life for themselves and their relatives.

People like them, even in the subject countries, are only people of lower status, the strong of the Azeroth Continent are respected, and today's duel on the No. 1 sword test platform is simply a mythical battle for them, the strength of the sky, the fiery sword, the roaring black flame giant snake, the blood mist in the sky, the glazed fist mark that contains the fist power of the world, the dazzling sword qi, and the figure like lightning and flint...... All this was a test of their imagination for them, and before that, they couldn't imagine that the lethality of a master could reach such a level!

Out of worship and fanaticism for the strong, they refused to disperse for a long time in the boiling blood.

In the crowd, there were young men of the sturdy clan wearing animal skin robes looking up at Sun Fei's figure, their eyes shining, there were slaves in tattered robes kneeling on the ground and praying as if worshipping the god of war, and some warriors who had touched the edge of the star warriors sat cross-legged on the spot directly and felt the slightest breath left by the strong men in the battle just now, hoping to gain something and break through the bottlenecks and shackles that limited themselves......

In a crowd about 100 meters away from the sword test platform, a figure wearing a linen-colored clean cloak stood in place, his body was slightly thin, but he stood straight, standing quietly in place, the surrounding hustle and bustle and the figure on the sword test platform seemed to be out of place with him, there was no strange aura on his body, nor did he have the slightest fluctuation of fighting spirit or magic power, but the people crowded around him didn't seem to see this person, and no one came up to ask a word.

"How dare you ignore me?"

On the sword testing platform, Beyoncé, the proud daughter of the Bigg family, stared at Sun Fei incredulously, as if she was looking at a monster.

"Hmph, King Chambord, give you one last chance, if you hadn't shown a certain amount of strength today, how could the Dean family be willing to accept you as the king of a small sixth rank vassal country?"

Dean Carzola, the magical genius boy of the Dean family, pointed at Sun Fei, extremely proud, and said coldly with a threatening meaning.

Sun Fei had the urge to slap these two ancestors who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth.

He has seen too many two hundred and five in his two lives, but he really hasn't seen two hundred and five who clearly ran over to beg for help but put on a charity attitude, could it be that the long-term pampering days have really broken the brains of these so-called geniuses?

"Huh?" Sun Fei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a familiar figure under the sword testing table.

Young Byzantine king.

The young king was looking at himself with an idolatrous gaze, and Sun Fei keenly noticed that compared with last night's chance meeting, this young king seemed to have undergone some interesting changes, which made Sun Fei's eyes light up and nodded with satisfaction.

With a thought in his heart, Sun Fei suddenly had a heart for this young king who had a similar fate to himself.

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The first update.

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