"Why, have the long years made you selfish too?"

Leorik galloped over with his bone sword, and the air of defeat filled the air.

"Don't you claim to protect your own people? Your Excellency? If you resist that attack with all your might, you shouldn't let it escape, right? ”

Lancelot dodged sideways, the golden light in his hand condensing into a long sword, dancing a phantom, swinging a trace of space in the thick gray smoke.

"You're right." He responded: "The long years have taught me a truth. The leaves of a tree can be lost, the branches can be broken, and even a single cut can be cut off, but its roots must not rot. If the roots rot, the tree is finished. ”

"Ha, it's ironic, we even have times when we have the same opinion, so why do you stop me?"

Leorik asked mockingly.

The two swords collided, and Lancelot's lightsager was cut off without accident, and he dodged the attack, the shattered tip of the sword exploding in the air, and the impact slammed into Leoric's body, causing him to stumble.

"I'm not like you. My purpose is to make it reborn in the ruins, and you, to keep this ruins alive! ”

Lancelot roared angrily, taking advantage of the unsteady feet of the other party, his right hand regathered the lightsaber, his body suddenly twisted one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, and his round right hand was wrapped in unrivaled power and pierced his back.

The lightsaber rubbed against the bones, as if under great resistance, making a tooth-aching sound.

Leorik gripped the tip of the sword from the front with his other hand, and let out a piercing laugh as he watched the golden light on it and the scales on his chest match fire and water.

"That's a shame, I was going to leave a place for you in my new world, but now it doesn't seem necessary."

He dragged the lightsaber through his chest, and Lancelot was forced to let go.

The golden sword was crumpled into a ball by Leoric, and the gray air was swirling on it, and the two opposing forces condensed together, becoming extremely unstable.

"Do you see the little girl's face clearly, does her silver hair and teary eyes remind you of anything?"

As he spoke, he casually threw the gold and gray ball at Grace.

"You brute!"

Lancelot thought that Grace looked familiar, and after he reminded him, his face changed greatly, and he turned into a swift shadow and chased after him.

"Look, the living can't make the climate, just because it's a meaningless bond."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ball that was close to Lancelot suddenly exploded, and he used his body to protect Grace, but he was hit by the impact and hit the boundary of the field, making a heavy crashing sound, making the field almost deformed.

Leorik stretched out his hand unhurriedly, and the frustration swept the frightened Grace over.

The white bone fingers of the former king pressed against the girl's cheek, sending out a suction force, and the latter's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears continued to emerge with amber souls, and his limbs twitched, and his body trembled like chaff.

"Stop!"

The enraged Lancelot attacked again, and Leoric did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and threw aside the girl who had siphoned off half of her soul, as casually as discarding garbage.

He spread out a pitch-black scroll, and the black qi swirling on it originally seemed docile, but after feeling Lancelot who was bullying him, he suddenly let out a fierce sword intent and entangled with the latter.

Taking advantage of the entanglement of his opponent, Leorik poured the extracted soul into the scroll, summoning a brown-skinned swordsman beside him, and the scroll became a black sword in his hand.

The ancient scroll cantusha, an artifact that only exists in the legend of Heru, is said to seal the souls of countless powerful scroll keepers, and can be summoned to assist in the battle by sacrificing the same bloodline or soul, and the ancient scroll itself will also turn into an indestructible sword.

"Younero Jones, fight for you."

The swordsman knelt down on one knee and said respectfully.

"What did you do!"

Lancelot's eyes widened as he suddenly realized how two of his former comrades had disappeared.

"I made a deal with the master of another world, and it was just a part of the advance."

Leorik smirked, "What surprises you even more is yet to come."

"His goal is Surya!"

A weakened Grace cried out, her heart filled with guilt and remorse.

As soon as the words fell, Yuneruo, who was holding a black sword, stabbed into the field with a sword, and the pitch-black sword qi seemed to be extremely corrosive, cutting a gap in the golden field.

Seeing this, Leorik threw another sword at him.

The royal blue hilt resembles a blade made of gold, and it is about 1.5 meters long, and you can feel its sharpness just by looking at its blade.

"Use it to kill that blonde girl on the field."

"Stop!"

Lancelot shouted angrily, and his power was spawned to the extreme, and a pair of golden wings spread out behind his back, accelerating suddenly, and the majestic power poured out, and he was about to block it before Yunero could take the sword.

Leorik was also shocked by his instantaneous burst of strength, but what shocked him even more was the reaction of the black scales on his chest.

As if stimulated by this breath again, the black scales suddenly cracked from the middle, and one left and one right climbed behind Leoric, condensing into a pair of tattered bone wings, and with a flutter of wings, he stepped forward to stop Lancelot.

The two are like colliding asteroids, colliding again.

Blocked by him, Yunero caught the sword steadily.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

He crossed his two swords and pierced into the crack that was about to heal, and with a low shout, the sword body shone brightly at the same time, and the field was torn apart in an instant.

"No—"

Lancelot tried several times to break free from the entanglement and chase after him, but was unsuccessful.

"Why don't you put away the field? Didn't you say that it should be reborn in ruins? ”

Leorik sneered while surging the discouragement, "I thought you really figured it out, and you still have those senseless ties?"

"Shut up!"

He was answered by a more aggressive offensive.

……

Cut open like tofu was the Morning Star's viewing platform, which was also the most chaotic place, where people cried and ran under the attack of resentful spirits, and many even died under the trampling of their own people, drowning in the crowd without a single cry for help.

In the Edwards family's viewing booth, Zhu Lan's roar shattered many resentful spirits that pounced, and Mrs. Yalai protected Roy who was holding back tears with one hand, and waved a staff like a green bamboo with the other hand, and a circle of calming ripples rippled open.

Wynne and Brando were also the first to appear, directing the mercenaries and mages to isolate the wraiths that were attacking the living.

The guards from different directions were divided into three teams, one team surrounded the Lancelot field like a broken glass jar, and the other team evacuated the crowd, carrying away the dead and treating the wounded with the help of mercenaries.

The third team, which has the largest number of people, guards the iron-faced Charles III with the masters of the royal family, as well as ...... Surround the three princes.

After all, the accident happened in his watch room.

"Loraine, what's going on!"

Charles III's angry voice made Loraine's legs soften a little, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face, and cold sweat broke out.

Damn the Elemental Tower, what a noble guest for me!

"This is an event held by the royal family, what kind of people have you brought with you!!"

"Your Majesty, that's a conspiracy of the Elemental Tower!" Luo Lan didn't think about it, and took a bite of the black cauldron, and as soon as these words came out, the three swordsmen standing on the king's left hand side immediately stepped forward to surround Chris Hanfeng.

"Your Majesty, I-"

The chief priest of the Elemental Tower was startled and was about to open his mouth to defend himself, when suddenly there was a deafening loud noise in his ears, and the earth was shaken a little.

The protective barrier on the martial arts arena was shattered by a sword.

Considering that most of the contestants have the strength of the white robe or gilded rank or above (50+), the enchantment is built by the Elemental Tower and the high-level mages of Morrowind Academy, so the strength of this enchantment is high enough to be comparable to the royal enchantment of the King's Oratory during the festival, and enough to resist the attacks of legendary swordsmen.

But now it's shattered! Smashed like glass!

The black-clothed sword saint Crito had only been away from the Morning Star for ten days, and there was such a big mess, Charles III was in a big mess, and he hurriedly took out a long sword pendant necklace and slammed it on the ground.

The sword-shaped pendant shattered, and a puff of smoke came out of it, condensing into two old figures, and the majestic aura on their bodies made the guards tremble.

"Captain Boron of the Rooks."

"Commander of the Desert Wind Legion, Housé."

"Report to you."

The two of them stood straight, like two sharp swords unsheathed.

When the Turing Swordsmen had not yet followed in Jialan's footsteps and defected from the country, there were nine legions, each of which was led by a legendary swordsman under the command of the Constor of the Swordsmen, Younero Jones.

It was only today that Charles III learned that this ancestral necklace contained the souls of the two legionnaires.

If he was usually a little resistant, after all, the descendants of these two souls had now formed the Turing Empire, but now that the enemy was present, he didn't have time to think about it at all.

Recovering from a brief moment of stunnedness, he cleared his throat and said:

"Youlao and you help me kill the intruder."

"Yes!"

The figure bowed slightly, and attacked Yunero who had shattered the barrier one after the other.

Charles III felt a sense of security, but the eyes that looked at Chris were even colder.

"Your Majesty, the Elemental Tower is definitely not involved in this matter, and I ask to prove my innocence." The chief priest panicked.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll have the tower's mages and guards work together to deal with that intruder! I vouch with my life that I will use his blood to uphold the majesty of the royal family! ”

Chris said it to the point.

Charles III stared at him for a few seconds, as if in convincing.

"I hope this time—"

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