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"Master Kinslon, your situation looks a little bad."

Sparks splashed around, and after another brief encounter, Biyim glanced around him out of the corner of his eye and smiled.

Könsloan understood what he was talking about, and the men he had brought with him were almost completely wiped out in this raid, the same strength, not the same number of people.

He admits that this time he made a mistake.

The failure of the raid, the failure of the rescue.

Disgrace!

It had been a long time since he had suffered such a misery as today, and was it the days of peace that had worn down their will and increased their pride?

In the streets, the noble ministers who desperately resisted had become the souls of their swords, and the blood of the corpses everywhere stimulated the eyes, and the remaining rioting student members had evacuated from this battlefield and led to the road of escape.

"I'll kill you."

A low, cold voice came slowly from Könsnlën's mouth.

On his sword, the inscription became brighter and brighter, and the faint white air flow visible to the naked eye surrounded the blade, and everyone could feel it, and the man in front of him was infinitely elevating his momentum, as if he was about to explode into a fierce destruction.

"Annoyed?" Biim laughed nonchalantly.

"No, all I need is atonement!"

Kinsloan crossed his sword to his chest, a strong current of air obscuring his grim countenance.

"I heard that among the commanders of the three brigades of the Kingdom Guard, you are the only one who has not taken the last step."

At this time, Biyim suddenly said something inexplicably.

The last step is a step for the high-ranking swordsman to completely step into the law of fernu.

This is the highest long-cherished wish pursued by the soldiers.

Only after taking that step and thoroughly contacting the law of fernu will their every qiē be sublimated.

As the most powerful military force in the kingdom, the kingdom guards have countless powerful warriors in the eyes of ordinary people, and the leaders who lead these warriors are undoubtedly the strongest people in the kingdom.

But, Kinsloan is not.

Because there are two people above his head, and it is those two people who make him deny his own strength, and he will never recognize his strength without taking the last step.

"Even if I didn't take that step, it would be enough for me to kill you!" Kinsloan sneered.

Every step of a warrior's advancement, the strength and experience of fighting are not quite the same, he has been stuck in that step for a long time, and in this field, he has absolute self-confidence that is overwhelming.

"Haha, Master Kinslone, do you think I'll let you kill me and my men at will?"

Biyim put away his blades and put them back into his waist, reaching out and touching them in his arms.

"In order to prevent all kinds of accidents, we made a lot of preparations when we came out—"

As he spoke, an ancient scroll appeared in his hand.

Kinslon's brows furrowed, and as he watched the scroll in Biyim's hand, his heart moved, and he suddenly felt as if something bad was about to happen.

His body moved, because he didn't want to give the other party a chance to release the threat.

In an instant, his body had moved in front of Biyim, and the broad long sword in his hand was aimed at his heart, and the sharp sword qi wrapped around the tip of the sword cut through the skin of the opponent's shirt.

The sword is over, and it is empty.

When Kinsloan noticed this, his head instantly looked up at the branch not far away, and he saw Biyim shaking the scroll in his hand and smiling at him.

"It's a little bit closer—"

Biyim looked down at his chest, stretched out his hand and rubbed it lightly on his clothes that had been cut by sword qi, and stretched out his hand, a faint amount of blood stained his palm.

"What did you do?"

Kinsloan asked coldly, the moment he pierced the other man's heart, and he disappeared.

"It's just a trick, what's the matter, Lord Kinsloan is interested?" Biyim said meaninglessly.

"You're the first person to escape my sword at such a distance." Könslën Road.

"It's such an honor—"

Biem chuckled, but began to grasp the ends of the scroll in his hands.

"But, Master Kinslon, I'm sorry I don't have time to waste any more time with you."

"Law Prison"

As soon as Biyim spoke, Kinsloan slammed the ground hard, and the force caused the ground to crack into a large cobweb.

His men have jumped into the air and attacked each other.

Whether he fails or not, he will not give up as long as he has the opportunity.

Biim, who stood on the branch, smiled indifferently at the sword that stabbed at him again, and in his hand, the ancient scroll had long since been opened, turning into countless soaring fragments and scattering.

What's going on?

Seeing the other party's calm appearance, Kinslon, who was nervous in his heart, had not yet thought about his reaction, and suddenly, his body fell rapidly, because the sky seemed to fall on a heavy mountain and pressed tightly on his body.

Falling to the ground, the pressure on the back of the body disappears.

Instantly letting go of all his perceptions, he was shocked to discover an unbelievable truth.

"Jump, Master Kinslon, why don't you jump?" Biyim on the branch said proudly.

"This is the power of the law! Who are you? ”

In his perception, countless law lines formed a semi-circular cover tightly around his body, and he knew that he could not escape, because he did not have the ability to break through this confinement.

"Haha... Don't you already know who we are? I guess you should ask the person behind me about these questions, right? Biyim dropped the branch and jumped to the ground with ease, laughing.

"Hmph, if you want to kill me, I'm afraid it's not that simple!" Kinsloan looked at Biyim who was approaching and snorted coldly: "Even if I am imprisoned by the law, my power still exists!" ”

"Tsk, Master Köinsnår, don't think of us all as bad as you, why should we kill you? Besides, the price you have to pay for killing you seems to be a bit more than worth the loss, and I won't do this kind of loss. ”

Outside the semicircle where the law was imprisoned, Biyim touched his chin and smiled at Köinsnon who looked like a caged bird and laughed.

"What do you want to do?" Kinsloan said in a cold voice.

"Well, we're just trying to trap you for a while, because we have other things to do." Biim replied lightly.

Anything else? At this moment, Köinsnon suddenly thought of Safhirlan and them.

"Goodbye, Lord Kinslon, I think you should take care of the other subordinates who are waiting here with peace of mind!" Biyim turned and waved his hand to leave.

Silently, the imprisoned law cage suddenly shook violently.

The sword in Kinslon's hand was slashing at the damn law wall, slashing as if it were slashing into the air.

"Give up, because you never took that last step."

Turning around, Biyim snorted disdainfully.

The night is darker.

On the road behind the back door of the academy, which had been abandoned and blocked, a group of members of the Blood Banner Society were sitting on the ground in all directions, because they were tired.

From the body to the heart.

A whole day of intense exertion, bloody killing, hasty evacuation, and qiē were all about to push them to the brink of collapse.

They are young people, and at the same time, they are children.

Not all of them have already twisted their minds like Saf.

"Angelo, you've finally come this far."

Ambowitt stood beside Angelo, who was silently looking into the distance, and sighed as he looked at the tired students whose clothes were stained with blood.

"Lord Dean, this is Tirrant's account, and at the same time, this is also our will."

Without escaping, Angelo retracted his gaze and said in a low voice.

"If there is a future, what are you going to take me, an old fellow, for?" Ambrewitt Road.

"Tirrant said that only you can save this kingdom, so I'm sorry for what we did." Facing the dean, Angelo said apologetically: "After leaving, we may face the threat of search and arrest, so we can only go incognito, develop and strengthen our strength little by little, and wait for the day when we stand up." ”

"Isn't it good to decide like that in the first place? Why do you have to think about this idea now? Ambowitt shook his head.

"Because, until then, no one will believe us."

Angelo smiled bitterly, sighed deeply and said, "When we were in the academy, no matter how we promoted our ideas, most of the students chose to reject or even disgust, they did, so what about the people of the entire kingdom? ”

"Man, it will always come to light in the midst of despair and reflection, Tirrant he ......"

If he doesn't have this condition, then he chooses to create zào conditions, and if he can use his own blood sacrifice to awaken the hearts of people who are intoxicated and numb, even if there is only a little hope, it will be worth it.

He's such a person, Angelo tilted his head and closed his eyes, and he, how is he now.

"Alert !!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted, and the nerves of all the rest members seemed to be strongly stimulated, and they jumped up one by one while grabbing the long swords scattered around and looked around cautiously.

In the darkness, a number of vague shadows gradually appeared, and Angelo watched calmly, until the familiar face appeared, and the tense nerves also relaxed.

"It's our people!"

He turned and raised his sword, signaling the members to calm down.

"How's the situation going, Lord Biyim?"

Looking at the approaching collaborators, Angelo couldn't help but ask with respect, if it weren't for them, I'm afraid the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Don't worry, we're fine." Biyim smiled, but the smile was strange.

"Are you the only ones left?" Looking at Biyim's subordinates who were standing silently, Angelo said with an apologetic face: "If it weren't for us, you wouldn't be ......"

"No, I just sent some of my men to more important places, and that's enough." Biyim waved his hand.

"Really? That's really good news. Angelo said with a sigh of relief.

"Good news?"

Biyim's smile was even greater.

"Maybe it's not good news for you."

When the words fell, Angelo's heart was cold.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched in disbelief at a short blade in Biyim's hand stuck in his heart.

"You ......," Angelo asked in a trembling voice, bewildering in his pre-death doubts.

"Your mission is over, Angelo, my lord!"

Biyim pulled out his short blade, and Angelo's body slowly fell back heavily to the ground, and he shook his head as he looked around at the academy students who were stunned at the strange looks.

"Kill—"

……

Ambowitt crouched beside Angelo, reaching out to close his staring eyes.

"I once told Tilrant that when someone is involved, the trajectory of things is beyond your control, but alas—"

"Lord Ambowitt?"

A voice appeared in his ear, and Amboit stood up and watched as Biim, who had killed Angelo, was smiling at him in front of him.

"In order to give you preferential treatment, I chose you to die last, are you satisfied with that?" He said.

"It's really worthy of being father and son, the fourth prince, like his father, wants this old guy to die so much." Ambowitt laughed at himself as if he was fearless.

"I'm just following orders, so, Lord Dean, please die in peace."

Biyim flashed his short blade.

"But I don't want to die yet—"

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Last night's Champions League was so exciting, regardless of the champion, it was exciting to thank Bayern and Dort for such a wonderful game.

By the way, it seems like there may be too many supporting scenes in the school festival, and the protagonists that readers see are almost all playing soy sauce, so I've been speeding up the pace because it's a very important foreshadowing.

The school festival is a qiē** turn, and the protagonist's role will not be revealed until then.

As mentioned in the previous introduction, slow heating is probably the case.

The supporting characters are flesh and blood, and the interaction with the story will be more intense, but next time I will pay attention to it and try to make the protagonist no longer have a sense of zài.

I used to write short stories, but as a newcomer, writing long stories may have a lot of flaws and shortcomings, please bear with me, and I will slowly improve and grow.

Thank you to the readers who have been supporting, so be it if the grades are not good, and I am still very happy to write.