He stretched out his hand to touch the sword body, and in an instant, a memory that did not belong to him suddenly flooded into his heart, and he seemed to be in a strange space.

In a trance, he seemed to have experienced a very large-scale battle, and it seemed that the owner of this battle was the earl who had no relationship with Li Fei, but seemed to have a fate entangled.

He rode a tall horse, commanding the battle in an orderly manner, they were the attacking side, although they were at a huge disadvantage in numbers, but there was no fear on his face, but a calm face.

As for his enemies, they obviously have an advantage in numbers and can rely on the city for a certain amount of defense, but they still have panic written on their faces.

Li Fei, as a bystander, personally felt all this, felt the high spirits of this earl, and felt the heartiness of this battle of winning more with less.

The Count's command level is very high, and his superb combat skills are even more impressive, especially the sharp sword in his hand, which is invincible while sharpening iron like clay.

And the style of that sword was very similar to the one Li Fei had just seen stuck in on the throne.

Soon, the blurry camera turned, and he seemed to be in another place.

The Count was still riding a tall horse, with some confidence on his face, and a little fortitude could be seen in his brows, and a kind of vicissitudes for no reason.

As for his subordinates, there are many fewer people at the moment, the city is full of corpses, and the rest of the people who follow him are also full of sadness at the moment.

The enemy's horses soon entered the city, and there were wails everywhere, as if in purgatory.

However, as soon as the Count raised his sword, his knights would immediately charge, even in the face of enemies many times larger than himself, there was no fear.

Li Fei's heart was not touched at the moment, he didn't want him to win in the end, but this time there was no miracle, and the deeds of winning more with less were not replicated in the earl's body for the second time.

The last knight beside him died in battle, and at this moment he could only join the battlefield himself, the sword in his hand was still cold and shining, and the momentum exuded from his body was still like a king, and the people sent by the enemy to besiege him were killed by him ten and ten.

As if he was not born a loser, even though he was scarred, he still did not fall, and constantly reaped the lives of his enemies.

In the end, it was the enemy who did not speak of martial virtue and brought the earl's family over, and the latter stopped.

It's just that he didn't want to be a prisoner, so he took one last look at his family, and then let out a very dry roar, and killed himself on the spot.

With his blood shedding, this undefeated god of war has finally ushered in the end.

Li Fei's thoughts quickly drifted back to reality, and he couldn't help but exclaim, and the other three people were staring at him in a daze at this moment.

"Captain, what's the matter, I see that you have been in a daze, and you can't wake up!" Ding Xiu said with a little concern at this time.

As for Li Fei, he just shook his head, and then said, "It's nothing, I just had a dream."

"Had a dream?" Li Han obviously felt incredible at this time.

Li Fei, who was still immersed in the emotions that just seemed like a real picture and couldn't extricate himself, didn't answer positively at this time, pulled the corners of his mouth, and finally didn't say anything.

Immediately he pulled the ta-chan and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Do you feel the urge to dream, or do you feel any images?" Li Fei also asked urgently at this moment.

It's just that Ta Zhan's hand was bounced off before it was put up for three seconds, and it seemed that there was an invisible external force blocking him, but it felt more like this sword had its own spirituality, and he didn't seem to be willing to touch it himself.

Ta Chan immediately shook his head, "I don't feel anything, the only difference is that when I first touched the hilt of the sword, I felt very cold, this cold is very special, it is like falling into an ice cellar, I can't tell."

Next, Li Fei naturally called out

Li Han and Ding Xiu tried, but no one could touch the sword, and the answer was the same as the Ta Zan just now, but they felt the cold for a while.

This made Li Fei frown, so he really had a bit of a fate with this earl, and he was now able to determine that this was him, and this was the earl's special sword.

It's just that I don't know for what reason, only when I touched this sword, it was not bounced, but it was injected into such a piece of history.

A sense of mission even instantly emerged in his heart, and this emotion was very abnormal, as if he was faintly going to inherit this sword. ap.

He stepped forward slowly, and a line was engraved on the back of the throne, "Blade of the Ruined King"

Li Han also seemed to notice this line of words, and couldn't help but snort, and then said, "This name is quite powerful, the blade of the broken king, this is not a broken sword!!"

However, Li Fei did not echo this time, nor did he refute either, because he knew that this sword followed the earl to fight in all directions, and how terrifying the lethality was.

There was a sudden inexplicable mixed feeling in his heart, although it was just some miscellaneous fragments, but Li Fei also knew that this count was indeed a real hero.

At first, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his life for the knight, but also to protect the earl, as he did during his life, and after his death.

But now I also understand that it is the unique personality charm of this earl that can convince so many people, and it is impossible to follow a boss who is not a hero.

He moved his body again, as if looking at the sword like a treasure, and Li Fei even dared to swear that he had never had such a thing in his life as he longed for today.

Immediately, he didn't say anything, and reached out again and put it directly on the scabbard, and instantly fiddled with a very stylish expression, which was about to draw the sword out of the sheath.

But things didn't go as smoothly as he expected, and he frowned slightly, only to realize that this sword didn't listen to his own command, and no matter how much strength he used, he couldn't move half a minute.

This sword seems to be deliberately losing his temper with himself, and he has tried several times in succession, but he can't pull it out.

Suddenly, he was a little helpless, so he simply stopped using his strength and sat directly on the ground, panting for breath.