"Kill him!!" The killing intent in his chest was finally difficult to suppress.

Louis XIV burst into a shout, raised his sword suddenly, and rose into the sky.

A sword pointed directly at the center of Meng Qi's eyebrows.

No one had ever seen Louis XIV with a sword.

Because whether it was before or after the death of the country, he seemed to be the image of a weak crown prince in the eyes of people.

Elegant, weak, noble, and magnificent, these are the words that describe him, and he always seems to be dressed in the most elaborate garments, with the most precious ornaments, and every word is embedded with the pronunciation of the oldest nobles.

It seems that he should not be associated with a murder weapon like a sword at all.

However, in fact, what few people know is that in the last few years of the old era, the Ionian Royal Swordsman Guard, which represented the highest level of swordsmanship in the Ionian Kingdom, was the number one swordsman in the years when the organization was the most powerful.

Louis XIV's nickname.

He used to walk in Ionia under this name for many years, and many people instructed him in his swordsmanship.

Among them are the late Ionian swordsmanship master Rito, Ionia's most outstanding kendo genius in the past hundred years, or the entire history of Ionia, Master Yi, and the outcast of the wind who can be the same generation as Master Yi, but it is too late to fight, Yasuo.

Everyone spoke highly of him, and Master Yi was the most interesting, saying:

"If you are not the king, you should have a seat in the way of the sword."

And another thing that proves his talent in kendo is another kendo genius of his time, Zeloth, the man who may become the second Master Yi.

During his service in the Royal Swordsman Guard, he never won a single Louis XIV, and he admitted it himself. He is no match for him at all, and it will be difficult for him to be in the future.

It's such a person, it's such a name.

When he faded the disguise of more than ten years and pulled out the dusty sword again.

This sword ......

It should be.

How terrible!!

"Shhhhhhhhh

At that moment, he felt a terrifying killing intent.

He felt that he could die at any time if he didn't do well.

That sword......

Before the blade arrived, the sword intent seemed to have pierced into the soul.

"In the past, Soraka commented on the younger generation on the island. Zelos only occupies a beautiful character, and Andre occupies a unique character, I didn't think so at the time, but now I want to come......" Looking at the sword that was astonishing to the extreme, he sighed as if he saw Master Yi who came west with a sword on the battlefield back then, he sighed, "I was wrong, manpower, can't keep up with it...... Destiny. ”

He seemed to have a deep meaning in this sentence.

Infinite emotion.

It's too late. That's fast.

Louis XIV's sword had already reached Munchi's face, and the fast Munchi only raised his head, not even his hand.

Go to hell.

Louis XIV looked at Meng Qi with extremely cold eyes, his whole temperament had completely transformed, and he was no longer as gentle and elegant as before, even if he wore a military uniform, he was slightly weak.

He is now, like the sword in his hand, sharp.

Use only your eyes. It's enough to pierce the bone.

But Meng Qi is Meng Qi in the end, he can fight a thousand troops alone. Of course, there is his toughness.

Although he was already more than half of his strength at this time, he was covered with injuries.

But this did not hinder him from playing to the extreme, only to see his body suddenly lean back, and at the same time his hands did not stop, using the knife as the fulcrum, an incomparably beautiful twisted leg. Dodged Louis XIV's sword at the most dangerous angle and gave the quickest counterattack.

Louis XIV seemed slightly surprised by Monchi's reaction, but he stabbed his sword into the air and immediately turned to a stab. A sword struck at Monchi again.

Meng Qi didn't dare to slack off, and took three steps back, while slashing with a long knife in his hand.

His mind was highly concentrated, and every muscle in his body tensed, so tight that the wounds that had just stopped began to bleed again.

It's a tough battle.

The battle of just a few seconds was much more dangerous than the previous battle for so long, and he didn't know how much more dangerous it was, and he had carefully calculated every step he had taken.

Just a little bit worse, then he was already dead on the spot.

This was something he hadn't thought about at all, and he hadn't expected it.

He could never have dreamed that this Ionian crown prince, who had always been known for his weakness and cowardice, actually had such terrifying strength.

His long knife hit the opponent's fast attack three times in a row, and the person was already forced to retreat, and his arm was also numb, and it seemed that he might be knocked down by the opponent at any time with the next blow.

Such a terrible oppressive force......

Louis XIV, however, still seemed dissatisfied, and finally took a serious look at the bloody man in front of him.

It was as if he was amazed that he could block his own triple hit.

However, he only sighed, and the long sword in his hand struck again.

His swordsmanship is completely different from Master Yi's kind of naturalness, nor is it the pursuit of absolute speed like Master Rito, his swordsmanship pursues a kind of suppressive power.

A kind of domineering.

Kingcraft.

The royal road is domineering.

Fast with slow, slow with fast, each blow is powerful and heavy, and every blow is overwhelming others from all directions.

A suffocating swordsmanship.

"I call it Presidium." Louis XIV stepped with his sword in his hand, and every step was filled with terrible pressure, "Do you know what Presidium means?" ”

There was a sudden silence all around, as if all of them had been cleared out of the space by that terrifying momentum.

"Presidium is a natural king, destined to reign over the people of this world."

"You should be honored that you are the first to die under Presidium."

He took three steps, his sword raised.

A sword.

"Ang—" The sword roared like an ancient bell.

For a moment, it seemed that there was a huge pressure like a mountain pressing towards Meng Qi.

Monchi took another step back, leaning against the wall.

There is no way back.

He licked his lips, but there was no despair in his eyes that had been cornered.

Because, never despair, is the creed that he forced to instill in himself.

Because, his life is not just his own.

He is carrying many, many, and the expectation of people who will sail together to the end of the world.

How could he just die here?

"I'm ......," Monchi laughed again, "I'm ......"

"Don't believe ......"

"What ......"

"Destiny !!"

"Qiang—"

The long knife came out again, with incomparable stubbornness and not bowing his head.

towards fate. (To be continued......)

PS: Dead.