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The commander of the Emperor's personal guard, Yomer, never showed his true face in front of outsiders. He was also not responsible for any military affairs, only protecting the emperor alone, and the specific affairs of the legion were carried by several deputy commanders. The reason why such a person is named the commander of the legion is that when necessary, he can directly command the transfer of the personal guard legion, without the permission of anyone.

Old Yomel had no wife, only a few concubines, and his heirs were also born of concubines. Yet even his favorite concubine, or the son whom he regarded as his heir, had never seen him for what he really was. Perhaps, but he was sure that no such person survived.

Old Yomel didn't care much about such a thing, because he had come to the kingdom alone, and had been picked up by an emperor who was not yet an emperor at the time. The so-called home is more like something given by the emperor. All his life, he stayed by the emperor's side. But even for such an old man, he still has a cherished treasure, that is, his granddaughter who joined the Guards Legion with his support.

Because when you get older, you will take care of things that you didn't care about in the past. The day his granddaughter was born was like a turning point in the life of Jomel Sr. He liked the feeling of the little monkey crawling on his body, and he also liked that someone would learn his sword skills from all over the world. But it all came to an abrupt end today, so he came here alone.

Old Yomel may have the ability to repel a great demon with one blow. But in the face of two strong men above him, he didn't have much of a way to save himself, so he could only keep retreating, struggling to find the occasional opportunity. And the opportunity is also in these two rare powerhouses.

The two men who caught Yomel Sr. were not of the same mind. They rushed to kill the only emperor guard in front of them, and they were also hostile to each other. When they realized that their swords would be half a point slower than the other opponent, they would pull each other's backs to help save Yomel's life.

Old Yomer, who was angry, no longer cared about the title of prince, and the Washi greatsword always slashed at the opponents he could. Even if he swayed again and again, it didn't make him a little depressed. Or in such a battle, he did not have room to feel discouraged. I can only grit my teeth and desperately keep up with the speed of these two people

Three people, three battles are entangled, attacking and defending each other. Even though Old Yomel was the weakest of the three, the other two also gave up their attacks again and again in order to protect him, pestering the other opponent.

Seeing the sword light and sword shadows in front of him and behind him, and the left and right sides flickering continuously, Old Yomel tried all his skills to occasionally launch counterattacks. More often than not, he was chasing two snake-like swords, trying to block his way and block every attack. But his speed was too slow, maybe the thought had just come to him, and with a slight movement, the two long swords attacking him had already changed their tricks to the point where they didn't know where.

For Lin, this battle with Azad was the most heartfelt battle he had ever fought. Azad's natural ability and speed have been his troubles for a long time, the kind that cannot be solved.

But this time, when both of them were going to kill the emperor's personal guards, the people who were slower on the front line would turn to the defense and delay the offensive of the other side. This forced the two weapons to come into contact and hinder the other's attack.

The Khan's superiority as a weapon is something that Inzatu has not yet been able to achieve. Therefore, Lin is very bold in using his sword, and he is completely taking the route of hard encounters.

But Azad couldn't be like Lin, and let Inzadu smash the Khan. So he had to make more changes to make sure that every time Inza blocked the Khan, he slapped at the opponent's sword or used his skill to pluck the opponent's attack. Instead of swordsmanship and sword blades, everyone gritted their teeth and glared at each other.

One increase and one decrease, the result is that Lin, who can only return one or two moves at the right time out of ten moves, is now fighting with Azad. is no longer the appearance of being suppressed by this demon prince in the past, with his extraordinary speed and skill.

Old Yomel, sandwiched between the two of them, wasn't standing as stupidly as a stake. Even when it was difficult, he always tried his best to adjust his posture and slammed the two of them with a deadly slash. Especially when he realized that his life would always be protected by another person, he simply gave up his defense, and every move was rushed to exchange injuries for injuries and lives for lives.

But the efforts of the emperor's personal guards were not even an obstacle in the eyes of Lin and Azad. Just as they fought in the streets of the temple district, a stone, a tree, the flow of the wind, the direction of the light, everything was in their calculations.

The control of limbs and the use of skills alone are not enough to become the decisive advantage between these two people. The position and movement of the emperor's personal guards are just one of the variables in the environment. There is neither lethality nor any threat.

Because Lin has mastered the flashing technique, Azad also has the speed to surpass the physical limit of the Lost Landlord Plane under the bonus of talent; As long as the two of them want to escape, the other party will even have a problem chasing them. Under such a premise, if they want to pose a threat to the other party, they must find the key point that may not exist between killing and not killing, in order to truly kill the other party.

Therefore, every time Lin and Azad fight, they are testing their limits, and they are constantly raising their ceilings. Even if both sides want to kill each other, if it is not necessary or for some reason, they will not fight when they meet, like enemies. Because it will only make the opponent harder next time.

It's a state of affairs that is incomprehensible to others, and even at the forefront of the two-man encounter, Yomel is not aware of it. Or maybe it was still that sentence, and he didn't have the time to notice.

Old Yomel felt like a boat caught between a storm and a great wave, fighting the two great disasters with mortal strength. Thankfully, the wind was only concerned with the waves, and they both tried to tear the boat off, but they all managed to save it from each other's hands.

But even if he is not the protagonist in this confrontation, one will capsize if he is not careful. Therefore, he must muster up 120,000 spirit and survive in this crack.

In the eyes of outsiders, the emperor's personal guard is like a solo dance. Beside him, two other dancers danced a fast pas de deux with different rhythms. No matter how fierce the battle was, they didn't break a single tree or grass, let alone step on a gravel road, or break a wall.

The armor of the emperor's personal guard was still shiny, and there was no trace of scratching, which did not look like a life-and-death struggle at all. It's not like they were caught in the battle between the two, and they became their respective targets, and they also killed the two of them with their backhands.

Precisely because it all looked less like a fight, more like a joke, someone decided to make a move.

Although it was under the Imperial City of Nineveh, it was in the area of the temple established by the Church of the Gods. Of course, those who served the gods were not all clerical priests, but there were still Templar warriors as façades.

The Templars who would be assigned to the Imperial Capital would not be a fledgling lad. Regardless of whether you are experienced or sleek, your strength must be at a considerable level. It can also be said that he is not a proud son of the sky, and it is not his turn to be sent to the imperial city of Nineveh. How could such a person watch outsiders make trouble on their own turf and remain silent.

As for who to help, is there any doubt. Helped the emperor's personal guards clean up a magician with a sword, and another warrior dressed in bright red, nondescript, losing the emperor's face and earning the breath of a Templar. No one wants to sit idly by and watch such a good thing.

Therefore, in the first wave, there were six or seven people rushing out of different temples, and those who were one step slower could only stand within the confines of their own temples and sigh regretfully. They also know each other well, and just by seeing the people they meet, others feel that they don't need to play themselves, and things can be cleaned up. Therefore, there is a lack of interest in the performance.

But things turned out differently than everyone imagined. As the emperor's personal guard, Yomel was able to survive because Lin and Azad both wanted to rob and kill. Killing is now more of a competitive goal than an end in itself. But how can other people live? With the ability that they possess after they have been blessed by the gods?

When the Templars, dressed in silver-white god-given armor and carrying a mace, bathed in the holy light, intervened strongly, they posed to separate the two sides. As long as the emperor's personal guards are protected first, then others can take advantage of the situation to kill the two people besieging the personal guards. Although we didn't discuss it in advance, we just had a tacit understanding that this was the best tactical choice.

But as soon as the frame was opened, two swords, one left and one right, one up and one down, cleanly removed the arms of the Templar knights. Lin and Azad's free hands gently pushed, and the broken arm was like a battering ram, rushing towards the person opposite!

Several Templars who had no time to stop were also joining the battle, with different equipment, different weapons, and different skills and sizes. But one by one, like marionettes, their limbs are at angles that ordinary people can't pose, and under the impetus of one person, they attack another.

Sometimes it is not a direct attack, but a series of chain reactions of several people's limbs, feet and hands, elbows to shoulders, left arm to right arm, attacking another person from an unexpected angle.

However, the way of defense is not so complicated, Khan fights, or Insadu blocks it, hands are broken, and feet are crippled. In a few clicks, the Templars who tried to intervene in the three-man battle fell to the ground, all of them useless, and their fate was uncertain.

The three people who fought each other were still the same, but they were no longer sword to sword, but hand and foot together, close to each other. The most uncomfortable of them all was Yomer, who wielded the greatsword.

The appearance and weight of the giant sword determine that it takes the route of opening and closing in order to have enough destructive power. Originally, it was just a clash of swords and swords against his face, but as long as Yomel adjusted his posture and exerted his strength, he could make the giant sword either sweep or slash. Even if you can't hurt anyone, you can force the two people next to you to change their offensive.

But when it comes to hand-to-hand combat with fists and feet, the changes are even more dazzling than when there are only two swords. Fist to elbow, palm to shoulder, finger sword to foot knife, palm knife to sword spine, fist arm fencing surface, every blow has a deadly power, but every blow is futile.

At the same time, Yomel's offensive is no longer a life-for-life exchange with Lin and Azad. Often, a sword is about to be swung, either the tip of the sword is removed, or the sword is removed when the new force is not born and the old power is about to be exhausted, or it is turned to attack the vital point of another person.

However, Lin and Azad's actions were very restrained, because they were too rude and could hurt people, and both sides would give priority to protecting the emperor's personal guards. Jomel spun between the two of them like a spinning top. Dance has entered a new level.