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Lu Feng's hand pressed on the old monk's wound, feeling the old monk's terrifying wound. The golden blood flowed in Lu Feng's hands, and Lu Feng was unconscious, but asked Wilson, "This monk, did you kill it?" ”

Wilson nodded unabashedly, "He's a respectable man." ”

Lu Feng said, "This person is kind to me, you shouldn't kill him." ”

"There is always a death for man, no one is an exception, he chooses his own way of dying, dies to the end, this is a good way to die."

Lu Feng was silent, that's right, this is indeed a good way to die, he believes in Wilson, and he also believes in the old monk, the two are fighting above board, and Lu Feng can't get up any resentment.

"Before you and I fight, first of all, thank you for showing mercy to my men that day." Lu Feng said sincerely.

That rainy night, Lu Feng, who was holding Wei Dao Tai'a, fought with Wilson with a sword, it was Lu Feng's strongest sword, and it might even be the most perfect blow that Lu Feng had played so far, even if Lu Feng was injured now, the realm of martial arts had also been raised to a new level, and Lu Feng might not be able to swing that sword again.

That sword is a sword that gathers the heavens, the location, the people and the perfection, and it has nothing to do with the realm, it is just a rule in the avenue, which allows Lu Feng to find out.

When Lu Feng was improving his realm, he carefully recalled the perfect sword, but not to mention the taste of that sword, how he swung that sword, he also forgot it.

Wilson said to Lu Feng with regret: "Young man from the East, you are very strong, stronger than most geniuses I have ever seen!" That day's sword, you forced me to use all my strength, your strength is only a fifteenth-level warrior, there is still a considerable distance from the holy realm, and I have reached the point of legend. ”

"I am ashamed that a warrior has forced a man at the pinnacle of legend to wield the most powerful sword, and I appreciate you very much, I can't do it like you at your age."

The fifteenth-level warrior is the division of the martial arts level in the Western world, the fifteenth level is equivalent to the late stage of the grandmaster, and the holy domain is the martial honor, Wilson said that he stands at the peak of the legend, and it is the peak of the Baodan realm.

"But you're still going to kill me, aren't you?" Lu Feng said slowly.

Wilson nodded, touched a handful of stubble, and said with emotion: "You want to slaughter the entire British royal family, as well as the entire Royal Knights." I'm sorry, I can't let you do this, for the honor of the knight, for the glory of the queen, you must die. ”

Lu Feng pointed the Tai'a Sword at Wilson and said, "Then let's fight!" ”

Wilson looked at the sky outside and said: "The will of the Lord carries every corner of the world, your cultivation is not in line with God's rules, those thunderclouds hidden in the storm are here for you, I have always maintained the peak state of breath release, suppressing your breath, so that the eyes of the Lord cannot see you." If you fight with me, your qi leaks out, and you will inevitably incur God's punishment. ”

The punishment of God in Wilson's mouth is the so-called thunder tribulation in the eastern world, and this god-of-war man has been helping Lu Feng.

Lu Feng doesn't have many friends in his life, and there are very few male friends, but for the first time, Lu Feng wants to make friends with this god of war.

Lu Feng said: "I really want to find a place to have a drink with you, but it's a pity that we don't agree with each other, thank you for your help, but I have to fight this battle." ”

Wilson grinned and said, "Is it an oriental idiom?" I like this sentence, the mysterious East has always been an existence I yearn for, and if it weren't for the royal family's need for me, I would like to fight with the guardians of the East. Lovely lad, I want to have a drink with you too. ”

"Are you so eager to fight me desperately on such an occasion to find out the sword intent of that day? Good, you're as crazy as that monk. I admire you, and I hope that my breath will make the eyes of the Lord unable to find you, and I hope that you will strike seriously without any scruples. ”

Lu Feng made a knightly salute and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, Wilson, you are a true orthodox knight. ”

Wilson stopped talking nonsense, the golden fighting qi in his body rose to the extreme, Wilson, who was like a humanoid sun, held a long sword high, exuding a powerful majesty, Lu Feng held Tai'a in his hand, and before he could fight Wilson, he was forced to retreat again and again by Wilson's strong pressure.

Wilson shouted, "Look at the sword! ”

Wilson's body flashed like a meteor towards the land wind.

Lu Feng burned a fiery red flame, and the flames also jumped in essence, the biggest difference between these flames and Wilson's golden fighting spirit was that the flames flowed, as if they were real.

This is the true qi of Lu Feng, and it is also the strongest state of Lu Feng!

When Lu Feng's flames burned, among the thunderclouds outside the sky, there was a thunderstorm, and Tian Lei felt Lu Feng, but Lu Feng was under the pressure of Wilson's powerful self, and it was fleeting, so that the Heavenly Tribulation lost the mark of Lu Feng, and they still couldn't find the trace of Lu Feng.

Wilson had already rushed in, and Lu Feng closed his eyes, immersed in the state that made his heart see the world.

Wilson slashed with a sword, as if he had slashed Huashan, and where Lu Feng was standing, the whole place was dented and collapsed.

He is strong by him, and the breeze is floating on the mountain!

Wilson's incomparably powerful sword formed countless thin lines in the sensory world of the land breeze, and these thin lines crisscrossed and crisscrossed millions, but there was a wonderful law in them.

Lu Feng found the law of these line connections, and his heart was relieved, and he realized the true meaning of his most powerful sword in the rainy night.

Lu Feng, who closed his eyes, swung his long sword irregularly, like a child scribbling on the wall at random.

This random swing of the sword happened to hit the flaw of Wilson's long sword, and all of Wilson's strength was dissipated by Lu Feng's sword, and the fighting spirit on his body also darkened.

Lu Feng, who had defeated Wilson's sword intent with a single sword, swung out a sword again, followed by the previous sword, and pointed towards Wilson's eyebrows.

Wilson shouted "yes", but he didn't block or dodge, taking offense as defense, and slashed towards Lu Feng with a sword.

This sword is much, much faster than Lu Feng, and if Lu Feng doesn't block it, he will inevitably hate Wilson's sword.

But Lu Feng just won't retreat! Nor do you block it!

The long sword in Lu Feng's hand, which was originally stretched out flatly, suddenly increased in speed, almost the same as Wilson's sword speed.

There will inevitably be a withdrawal between the two, otherwise it will be a defeat and a serious injury.

But the two still didn't retreat.

Wilson's Ares sword was cut off on the head, and Lu Feng's other hand reached out and leaned against the back of Wilson's sword, this hand followed the force of Wilson's sword's fall, and Wilson didn't feel his sword sinking at all begin to slow down.

In the end, it was Lu Feng's sword against Wilson's breastplate, but Lu Feng felt that he could not pierce Wilson's fighting spirit as if it were substance.

But Tai'a's sword is not a mortal soldier after all, when Lu Feng's sword was against Wilson's chest, a sword had already stabbed Wilson back, and Wilson's first sword did not fall towards Lu Feng.

Wilson clutched his chest and retreated, apparently the sword, while not physically harmful, was not pleasant to him either.

He sighed and said, "If you continue to fight like this, I don't know when you will be able to tell the winner." ”

Lu Feng said: "Then let's decide the winner with a sword." ”

Wilson nodded in a deep voice and said, "One sword determines the victory." ”

……

At three o'clock in the morning, in the British royal palace, the old queen suddenly woke up from her dream.

In the dream, the queen saw Wilson die in a thunderbolt, and behind him stood a demon, whose hand pierced Wilson's heart.

The queen stood up, pacing back and forth in her pajamas, and she remembered what Wilson had said to her in the past few days, and Wilson had told her that the young man of the East was not the murderer of Prince William, but that he was only the one who killed the Knights in self-defense, and that we should target the shadows.

The queen did not listen to Wilson's advice, the dignity of the Royal Knights was challenged, and she hated Lu Feng more than before.

After all, she has many grandchildren, but the people of the Royal Knights, if they are lost, they may be lost forever.

Wilson accepted the Queen's order and left, and before the tall man left, the Queen saw the loss in Wilson's eyes that could not be hidden, but chose to be indifferent.

For her, a knight is just a weapon, and a weapon does not need emotion.

The Queen's uneasiness intensified, and she finally couldn't resist making a phone call to inquire about Wilson's whereabouts, and just as the Queen turned on the light, she saw a bloodied Oriental man sitting on her bed.

The man from the East came to the queen and said to her, "Wilson is dead. ”

Compared with Wilson's death, the queen is now more concerned about her own life, so she is still indifferent.

"I wanted to kill you, but I promised Wilson to spare your life and the Knights of the Royal Order."

The Oriental man said.

"My name is Lu Feng. Without Wilson, now I could kill you anytime, anywhere. I hope your people don't appear in my sight in the future, or I'll come looking for you......"

After speaking, Lu Feng disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the Queen of England standing in place, like a lost soul.

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