Bolomo's long sword slashed down, Zhang Yao didn't dodge or dodge, and directly met it with a claw.

Seeing Zhang Yao directly counterattack with his hand instead of shooting out the silver needle, Boromo suddenly felt happy, and the sword momentum changed from the original straight stab to a fierce sweep, and a sword swept towards Zhang Yao's arm.

"Ding Ding Ding"

In Boromo's delightful gaze, Zhang Yao's hand was wrapped in a silver liquid battle armor. Without waiting for Boromo to understand what Zhang Yao was in his hands, Zhang Yao's hands flipped up along the blade of the sword, and in a crisp buzz of the sword body, he grabbed Boromo's sword inch by inch into a ball of scrap metal.

The battle between the two was very short, from the time Boromo swung his sword to the time when the sword was broken into scrap metal, it was only three seconds.

After the long sword in Boromo's hand was snatched away, he quickly pulled back. He stared at Zhang Yao's hand with wide eyes, watching his sword being wantonly pinched and stretched.

"How so!" Boromo opened his mouth wide in disbelief, although his sword was not a divine weapon, it was also a good sword that was hard to find.

It was hard for him to imagine that his sword was as soft as a noodle in the other person's hand. It would take a lot of strength and strength to crumple the entire sword into scrap metal.

Boromo, who was shocked by Zhang Yao's methods, couldn't advance or retreat for a while.

Even Alagon, who wanted to step forward to relieve the siege, broke out in a cold sweat and swallowed and foamed involuntarily.

The enemy is not terrible, but it is so powerful that there is no room to fight back.

Aragon and Boromo glanced at each other, and they both pinched a cold sweat for each other.

"That's scary!" Feeling the hesitation in the eyes of the two Boromo, Zhang Yao let go of the sword that had been crumpled into iron balls, his whole body shimmered with metallic luster, and the whole person was wrapped in a liquid battle armor, like a god king who had descended into the world.

"If you're afraid, kneel down and shout long live. For the sake of your father Dinethor's face, I allow you to surrender! Zhang Yao had regret on his face, and his palms wrapped in liquid armor were like silver gloves.

Without any show of power, Zhang Yao slowly raised his hand and hooked his finger at Boromo, like the owner who went home calling a dog, watching Boromo's reaction.

As soon as the three words of Dinethor were mentioned by Zhang Yao, it was like a heavy hammer that smashed into Boromo's heart.

Boromo was shocked, and involuntarily looked back to the side, trying to find his father's figure.

"You rebel!" Dinether was overjoyed when he heard that Zhang Yao had allowed Boromo to surrender, and he desperately pushed away the soldiers who were protecting him and rushed out, shouting at Boromo: "Rebel, you are going to anger me to death." Why don't you get down on your knees and ask for your majesty's forgiveness! ”

Dinethor said as he rushed out, and Dinethor was so angry at this time. As the prime minister of the Rising Sun Empire, his own son is actually a traitor, and what could be more dramatic.

Especially the contemptuous eyes cast by the soldiers around him, which made this arrogant old man tremble even more, he Dinether had been full of flowers all his life, where had he ever received such a humiliating gaze.

"Rebel, rebel!" Dinether, who felt the infinite shame, looked at Boromo, who had not moved for a long time, but just stared at what he was watching, and shouted again: "What are you waiting for, don't you hurry up and kneel." How can I have such a son as you, you have made me lose all my face, what face will I have in the future to be this prime minister! ”

Dinethor cursed as he walked, but Boromo, who was scolded, had a smile on his face and shook his head slightly as he looked at his father.

"Father, I've always been proud of you. It was, it is, and it will be! Boromo spoke softly, making Dineth, who was striding forward, slightly stunned, wondering how Boromo could have said this.

Dinether stopped in a slight daze, and in his eyes Boromo reached for his waist, from which he pulled out a dagger.

"No!"

Dinether roared, but Boromo did not hesitate, holding his dagger high in this roar, and strode towards Zhang Yao.

"Zheng!" When there were still five steps left from Zhang Yao's position, Boromo, who was striding forward, stopped his movements abruptly.

Boromo, who stopped, had a silver needle stuck in his chest, and the silver needle that pierced his heart made it difficult for him to breathe, and his legs fell to his knees with a pop.

"Boromo!"

"Boromo"

Two exclamations came from the mouths of Dinethor and Aragon, respectively. Aragorn ran forward quickly, hugging Boromo's body desperately, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

"Do not be sad, my king!" Boromo's face became paler and paler, and the silver needle stuck in his heart caused him to lose his body's blood supply system.

The lack of blood supply caused Boromo to gasp for breath, and he barely brought a smile on his face, and looked at Aragorn seriously, slowly closing his eyes in the smile.

"Boromo, my Boromo!" Dineth, belated, waited only for Boromo's closed eyes.

Dinethor fell to his knees weeping, and he pushed away Aragon, who was holding Boromo in his arms, and leaned on Boromo's body and cried.

Aragon, who had fallen to the ground, slowly stood up, bowed to the corpse of Dinethor or Boromo, and grabbed his sword to face Zhang Yao, who was stroking the weapon box.

"Between us, it's time for a break!" Aragon looked at Zhang Yao, his face was very calm.

There was no hatred in Aragon's calm gaze, nor any anger. This is like the sound of the great voice, Aragon has lost too much today, so much so that when he faced Zhang Yao's source, he didn't have any expression.

"It's broken, it's me who broke you, do you really think there is a chance to turn the tables?" Zhang Yao put one hand on the armory, looked at Aragon scrutinically, and looked at the protagonist in the second order.

Not to mention, the calm Aragorn is like a quiet lion.

In nature, lions are very angry. The only thing that quieted them down was because he had set his sights on his prey and was hiding before attacking.

"Aragon, I'm looking forward to seeing you on your knees at my feet, what do you think?" The corners of Zhang Yao's mouth slowly curled, and he said very indifferently.

"Really!" Ala Gang stepped forward, looked directly at Zhang Yao's gaze without any dodging, and said with a rhetorical smile: "Actually, I think so too!" ”

The long sword in Aragon's hand slashed out with a smile.

Zhang Yao's body floated up gently like a goose feather, and he went backwards at the moment when Alagorn's sword slashed out, and flew lightly onto the cart drawn by thirty-six horses, and even the weapon box in his hand was brought to the carriage by him.

"Where to go!" After Alagorn slashed the air with a sword, he chased closely, and with a slight touch of his feet in the ground, his body quickly jumped into the carriage and rushed towards Zhang Yao again.

One chases, the other hides.

Zhang Yao grabbed the weapon box in one hand, and his body moved back and forth on the carriage strangely, always keeping a distance of more than five meters from Alagon, and never attacked once.

Zhang Yao relied on his mental power to hide easily, but he was suffering from Aragon who was chasing behind.

Every time Aragon swung his sword and slashed out, Zhang Yao had already appeared five meters away when he looked at it. Even the strength to eat milk was exerted, but he still couldn't even touch the corners of Zhang Yao's clothes.

After going back and forth, Aragon was already so annoyed by the teasing that he panted and stabbed his sword into the plank, and for the first time he opened his mouth to scold: "There is a kind of fight with me, and I only know what kind of man it is to run away!" ”

As soon as Aragon said a word, the soldiers present burst into laughter.

From the very beginning, Zhang Yao was disguised as a breeze, which made the soldiers watching very encouraged, so as soon as they heard Aragon scolding angrily, some soldiers immediately began to fight back.

"Aragon, did you work overtime last night, and now your legs are weak!"

"Run Alagon, you can do it, we are optimistic about you!"

"Come on, hurry up! Panting like a cow, is this the style of the heir of Gondor! ”

Because of Zhang Yao's presence, the soldiers didn't dare to say anything more ugly. But that's it, there are still all kinds of ridicule, and the angry Alagang is panting, eager to swing his sword and kill it immediately.

Amid the ridicule of the soldiers, Zhang Yao stood in the void and looked at Aragon and frowned.

Unlike what Aragon and even the soldiers imagined, Zhang Yao didn't have that kind of bad taste, and liked to play a game of cat and mouse. His only dodging and not attacking was not because he wanted to tease Alagon, but because he wanted to see if Alagang was also blessed by the Heavenly Dao.

A Boromo, with the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, already has the demeanor of a peerless swordsman. And Alagan's own strength is a quasi-hero level, Zhang Yao has been testing the depth of Alagan, wanting to see if he is hiding his strength, rather than simply cat and mouse.

The result of the temptation was obvious, Aragorn was still the same Aragon, and there was no change in his body. It seems that Heavenly Dao has given up on this son of the plane, the second in line of succession of the protagonist.