Jaime smiled slightly, "Arya, want to test the limits of my strength?"

Arya spun left and right, and pulled out a sword flower from the narrow sword in her hand: "Try to see if you can break through my defenses with one sword." ”

Arya was very frank and revealed her intentions.

It's the equivalent of turning herself into a transparent person, as she tells Jaime about her tactic: to die together.

Jaime laughed, "I'm a Valyrian steel sword too." Your neck guard is vulnerable. ”

"If only the neck guard can stop your sword a little, you will die. Arya said as usual, as if she were walking and chatting with Jaime.

A look of surprise crossed Jaime's eyes.

For the first time, he learned what Arya's heart sword was.

Life or death no longer existed in Arya's mind, and her only purpose was to kill Jaime, both in her body and life, in order to achieve this purpose.

There was no threat to her life, and she was no longer afraid, so she dared to test the power of Jaime's sword.

But fearlessness is only the foundation of the Heart Sword.

At any time, though, the foundation determines the height of the superstructure.

"My strength just now is only fifty percent. ”

"Me too!" said Arya, as she stepped forward suddenly, the door wide open, and the sword was outstretched, and Jaime could stab her in the heart or throat with a single sword.

But with the speed of Arya's narrow sword, when Jaime stabs Arya, he must not be able to defend, and Arya's sword can also stab Jaime. Although it will be a few tenths of an eye later, the charged sword stab has the power of inertia, and even if the master's sword falls, it will stab the enemy before it falls.

Fight like Kilkenny cats!

The top swordsmanship's swordsmanship is just a fraction of a second.

Jaime fights to survive, and Arya fights to die.

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, seeing that Arya was about to splatter blood on the spot, Jaime withdrew his sword to protect himself, retreated, and retreated. He didn't dare to retreat in a straight line. If he doesn't make subtle changes in his footwork, Arya will have the upper hand.

In an instant, the control of the scene was back in Arya's hands.

Will's cold eyes softened suddenly.

Jaime's sword of mind has Cersei's life, Joffrey's crouching doggy, Messira's tears and Tomman's dazed helplessness, all of which are his burdens.

And in Arya's heart sword, there is only a sword!

Arya's pleas for death overshadowed Jaime's pleas for survival.

In this martial arts arena, the power of seeking death is more terrifying, more killing, and more powerful than the power of survival.

Clanging into a series of dense sword exchanges, Arya's sword became faster and faster, like a streamer, like a star, and sprinkled on Jaime. Jaime defended with all his might, his previous relaxed smile was gone, the sword was so fast that each sword only used three points of power to turn into the next sword move.

Jaime was forced to keep backing, and the shuriken turned into a curtain of light, impermeable.

Good!

On the viewing platform, hundreds of noble knights erupted in shouts to cheer for Arya.

Daenerys was surprised again, she had never seen such fast swordsmanship. She looked at the viewing platform, wanting to see Will's expression, judging from the current situation, Arya suppressed Jaime, so that Jaime's strength advantage, speed advantage, and sword advantage were all not brought into play.

Daenerys thinks Will's previous concerns are completely unnecessary.

She also felt the light-hearted joy that her secret plans had fallen through.

Being able to see Arya kill Jaime and hang Cersei with her own eyes can also make Daenerys breathe the evil spirit of the blood feud of the previous generation. Jaime was a monarch killer who killed Daenerys' father with his own hands. Daenerys arrives on the sidelines with the dragon to make sure that nothing happens to Arya and that Jaime will die.

Dragon Flame's close-range attack, killing Jaime in seconds.

"Hey!" a voice rang in her ears abruptly.

Daenerys looked back, and there was no one around.

Daenerys was taken aback.

The voice just now was obviously in my ears, but there was no one around except the black dragon.

Daenerys was wary and glanced around, her eyes drawn to a figure in a red cloak. She couldn't see into the darkness beneath the hood, which did a good job of hiding the man's face.

Daenerys notices Will's military priestess, Merry.

Merry has always given her a mysterious attraction.

Daenerys found herself looking into the darkness beneath Merry's hood and couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Daenerys, leave with your dragon. The voice rang in her ears again, and this time, Daenerys was sure it was Merry's voice. She knew that Melisandre's real name was Melisandre, and that Melisandre had a good relationship with Bennero, the High Priest of the Red Temple of Valantis, and that both were followers of the Red God, possessed magical powers, and could foresee the future.

Daenerys stares at Melisandre, she doesn't want to leave, she wants to help Arya in a crisis and help her kill James.

"Daenerys, don't break the rules. Under the will of the seven gods, life has its destiny. Melisandre's voice rang in Daenerys' ears again, and this time with a very strong warning tone.

Daenerys was sure that only she could hear the voice, not even the dragons beside her.

Good!

The audience erupted in applause again, like spring thunder rolling over the air above the martial arts arena.

Daenerys looked at the field, and Arya kept Jaime Lannister down just because of a chance to die. Arya's narrow sword stabbed Jaime in the left shoulder in a strange flash, but it only pierced a little flesh before being picked open by Jaime's sword.

But Jaime hung up!

If it's a joust, Arya has already won.

But this is a martial arts trial, and the other side must fall.

"Daenerys, don't meddle in the tournament trial. Melisandre's voice rang out again, "I have learned the hard way to kill many people, including kings and queens. Don't interfere with God's will, the world has its own rules. Tournament trials originated from the belief in the Seven Gods, and the original tournament judgments were seven against seven. ”

"Okay!"

Melisandre's last words touched Daenerys, and she decided to quit.

She and the dragon retreated quietly, and on the viewing platform, no one noticed her abnormal movements, and everyone's attention was in the field.

Jaime laughs when he hangs the prize, but this is dangerous, as laughter prevents Jaime from concentrating, and sure enough, in the midst of Jaime's laughter, Arya's sword slashes Jaime's right arm again, leaving a trail of blood.

Good!

The cheers were deafening.

Cersei's face grew bluer and more contorted as if she had been stabbed in the stomach.

In the stands, Duke Horst, Uncle Edmure, Blackfish Brynden, Bran and Sansa, and the youngest child, Rickon Stark, were all smiling and complacent.

Horst looked at Caitlin Tully, the eldest daughter's face had softened, the tears in the corners of her eyes disappeared, and she smiled faintly on the great mother who had been worried about her daughter Arya for more than ten days.

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Chapter 0884-2 Cersei dies (1)

However, when Horst's relieved eyes fell on Will's face, he saw the coldness of Will's face, which made the Duke vigilant, and he looked into the field, where Jaime stopped retreating after suffering two sword wounds and began to attack Arya.

The two sides fought quickly, and with each exchange of swords, Arya would take a slight half step back to remove the power from Jaime's sword. If she chooses to resist, Arya's stamina will not last. And the swordsmanship of the wind spirit is also the most taboo to attack or resist.

But this also doesn't show Arya's disadvantage at all, avoiding the important and light, the basic principle in swordsmanship.

Why is Will's face grim!

Horst's gaze moved to Robb Stark's face, Robb's swordsmanship was also very superb, and only two stabs in the sword test once forced Blackfish Brynden to raise his sword and not dare to move, because the tip of the sword was an inch in Blackfish's throat.

Robb's face was not good-looking, and he didn't show any ease at all.

Horst's heart sank.

He refused to admit the question that had come to mind, and he looked at Tomman and Messira beside him, his mood complicated, and he couldn't hide the confusion in his expression.

In the middle of the field, Arya's sword circle begins to get smaller, and Jaime's sword circle starts to get bigger.

It's a bad turn.

Jaime is oppressing Arya's space little by little.

Duke Horst's expression also hardened.

A smile began to freeze on Sansa's face.

When Jaime's wide-opening sword light enveloped Arya, even Rickon could see Arya's passivity.

Caitlyn's mouth opened slightly, forgetting to close it, her eyes staring, her expression becoming more and more worried, between heaven and earth, all sounds and things disappeared, and in her heart, only Arya's safety was in her eyes.

While!

A loud bang.

Jaime's body length, sword length and sword speed are exerted to the extreme, Arya has no way to avoid it, and has to block, which is a taboo in the swordsmanship of the Wind Spirit, once the light spirit and speed advantage are lost, the essence of the Wind Spirit's swordsmanship will be suppressed.

The two swords are fighting, and Arya has no way to unload the force, because the speed is too fast, and it takes time to react to the unloading.

Arya stumbled, and her body shook before she could stand, but Jaime's sword was coherent like a ring, and changed its trajectory due to the exchange of two swords, and the sword light paused slightly, and continued to slash at Arya's chest like a struggle.

Strength, speed, accuracy, and distance are all wonderful to the extreme, which is the essence of Jaime's swordsmanship.

Arya had to put away her sword and seal it in front of her.

While!

The swords exchanged again, and Arya was knocked out, and her body flew backwards.

Jaime's swordsmanship switches between Killer Swordsmanship and Dash Swordsmanship.

Rushing into the formation of swordsmanship, the main open and closed, charging and killing in the battle array, the main force of the sword.

When the speed reaches the extreme, the sword itself will contain the strongest power.

Speed and power are twin brothers and complement each other.

Overpowered by Jaime's onslaught, Arya must save herself from Jaime's charge.

She sealed it with a sword, and the person was sent flying.

In the exclamation of the audience, Sansa's face turned pale instantly, and she reached out and grabbed Will's hand: "Lord Will, save Arya." ”

Ruikan and Bran widened their eyes and couldn't close their mouths at all.

Caitlin Tully seemed to have been slapped invisibly and heavily, and her whole person was stiff and ignorant, like a woman who suddenly lost her mind, the brilliance on her face was all gone, and she was dozens of years old in an instant, and her eyes were empty and full of despair.

Anyone who sees Catelyn's gaze will be heartbroken at that moment!

She is really willing to die for her daughter, as long as she can exchange her life, everything is worth it!

Arya was knocked away, and her little body arced and fell to the ground, and in the dust, her body flipped several times, and when she stood up, Jaime was already waiting in front of her, slashing with a sword.

The sword was like a meteor, and the light was like a match, and it went straight to Arya's neck.

This is not the assassination swordsmanship of the killer, this is the horizontal slash of ordinary swordsmanship.

Any basic swordsmanship, when used to the extreme, is the most exquisite swordsmanship.

Speed, strength, distance, and timing are added together, and a normal slash is also a wonderful wind spirit.

Jaime's swordsmanship has been mastered, and he is light and skillful.

Arya closed her eyes, not looking at Jaime's sword posture at all, and the one-handed narrow sword changed to a two-handed heavy sword posture, and she changed this way, Will, Robb, Podrick and other great swordsmen all closed their eyes together.

They all knew that Arya would be defeated.

While!

There was another loud bang, and Arya took Jaime's full slash again.

It's too fast!

Arya flew again, this time faster and faster.

Will couldn't hold back any longer, reached out and drew his sword, and was about to jump off the field from the stands, when a hand reached over and pressed his hand, which was warm and soft, slippery, and full of sensuality.

Melisandre's hand.

Melisandre slowly removed her hood, revealing a beautiful heart-shaped face, her eyes as if a flame was beating, and she shook her head at Will very firmly.

Robb's hand also pressed the hilt of the sword, and the back of his hand had turned pale with exertion, and green tendons burst out. But like Eddard Stark, he values honor above life.

Even if Arya is beheaded by Jaime, this is a jousting trial, it is a rule, and he will not break it.

Arya rolled on the ground again. This is a tumbling defense against unloading, and it is a wonderful way to save yourself from the Wind Spirit.

Jaime followed, and in Cersei's twisted laughter, the sword sword technique changed again, into the fangs of a viper, like the needles of a scorpion, like the thorns of poisonous insects, and the incomparable slashing was gone, and the lightning thorns were like silver light that pulled out the afterimage.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The narrow sword in Arya's hand kept stabbing out in a smooth dodge roll, and the two swords stabbed each other continuously, no one could see who stabbed whom, no one defended, and both sides were stabbing each other with all their might. It's just that one is the main attack, and the other is the counterattack in the rolling dodge.

When the two swords parted, Jaime stopped, Arya jumped up quickly, little by little blood came out of her body, and little by little red blood from her shoulders, arms, and body, like a flower, slowly bloomed on Arya's white clothes.

The audience was silent. Hundreds of people fell silent.

In the stands, Caitlyn's tears poured uncontrollably, uncontrollably and silently.

It was as if a sword had pierced through her body.

In full view, Arya fell.

"Kill her, cut off her head. Cersei laughed, "Jaime, I command you, kill Arya!"

Sansa glared at Will fiercely, he was the hero in her heart, he should have saved Arya, but he didn't.

Robb's face turned pale, as if he had been punched in the face.

"Let it go!" Will whispered to Melisandre, gritting his teeth.

Daenerys was completely stunned.

Jaime stood, and Arya fell.

The wicked finally escaped again, and she could have changed the outcome.

Daenerys looked in Melisandre's direction, and a boundless hostility rose in her heart.

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Chapter 0884-23 Peak Turn, Cersei Died (2) Kneels down, for love

Jaime crouched down and reached out to pick up Arya, did he want Arya to be beheaded on her knees?

In the martial arts trial, one side loses, and before he dies, there is a ritual of kneeling and being beheaded.

Lift up the fallen man and make him barely kneel, and the man stands behind him, raising his sword, beheading, and completing the standard ritual of this final jousting trial.

Of course, you can also do otherwise, and if you win, you will stab the opponent in the chest, or cut off the head directly. However, this is not a ceremonial closing ceremony for a martial arts trial, and it is mostly suitable for rough people such as mercenaries and proletarian knights with low status and status.

For the nobility, completing the decapitation was a sign of respect for both parties.

Jaime also had several sword wounds on his shoulder, arm, and body, but none of them were critical.

Jaime leaned down to help Arya, and with a flash of swords, Arya's narrow sword suddenly rose like a venomous snake that had been in ambush for a long time, stabbing Jaime in the heart.

The exclamations of the people choked in their throats and could not be heard.

Arya fell badly wounded, but still managed to stab her last.

Her determination and murderous heart are beyond anyone's imagination.

However, as soon as Arya's sword pierced Jaime's chest, he couldn't move any further, and Jaime's left hand grabbed the blade like lightning.

The Valyrian steel sword was razor-sharp, but it was still firmly held by him.

This scene is shocking.

Arya tried her best to pierce the sword through Jaime's heart, and Jaime's left hand gripped the blade firmly.

His strength made it impossible for Arya's sword to move any further.

The two sides wrestled desperately.

Jaime still held the sword in his other hand, but instead of stabbing Arya with it, he said something to Arya.

These words had a very magical power, causing Arya's face to thaw like frost, and the coldness in her eyes quickly faded, and she let go of the hilt of her sword.

Jaime's hand gripped Arya's sword, blood flowing down the blade.

Arya fell again, no longer moving.

Blood stained her shirt.

Jaime staggered to his feet and dropped Arya's blood sword.

"I won the jousting trial. Jaime laughed. The voice is already lacking in qi.

The injuries on his hands were too severe.

The audience was silent, and no one responded to his words.

Everyone looked at him, all hostile and dazed.

Only Cersei was so excited that she burst into tears, and she couldn't stop crying.

"Lord Will, please give the order to take my three children out first. Joffrey, Messira, and Tomman, you are all my children, my and Cersei's children. Jaime smiled, "I confessed this today in front of the gods of old and new, and the strife over the Iron Throne of the Kingdom will never again be entangled with the Lannisters." ”

Under Melisandre's gaze, Will motioned for Duke Horst to take the three children down first.

"I know the people here want me dead, but the Seven have given me one last thing, Ser Edmure, please put down Cersei's gallows, she belongs to me now. ”

Edmure's eyes matched those of Blackfish Brynden, and he had no choice but to let go of Cersei.

When the noose breaks free of Cersei's neck, Cersei is free, and her face glows with pride, like a proud peacock.

She sprang off the stage and ran towards Jaime in the jousting ring.

Jaime smiled, "Lord Will, now that the jousting trial is over, Miss Arya is yours." ”

As the words fell, a dozen people jumped out of the stands and rushed towards Arya.

Jaime didn't speak, and Arya was still his before the tournament trial was beheaded.

Jaime spoke, and the jousting trial was over.

Cersei flew into Jaime's arms.

She kissed Jaime wildly on the face, causing Jaime to salivate.

Jaime smiled and pushed Cersei away, "Cersei, for love, I want you to do something for me." ”

"You say, I promise you anything. Cersei's eyes were full of the sun's rays.

"Get on your knees!" said Jaime.

"What?"

"Get on your knees!"

"Do you want to thank the Seven Gods?"

"No, thanks for love!"

Cersei hesitated, but she refused to disappoint Jaime, she slowly knelt down and looked at Jaime with tenderness in her eyes, "Come, Jaime, you also kneel down and let the Seven Gods witness our love." ”

James' eyes flickered, "Cersei, I love you." He swung his sword in his right hand with a slash faster than lightning.

Cersei's head flew up.

In the air, a rain of blood splattered in an arc.

And Cersei's face still carries a longing for love.

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ps: Cersei died, I didn't guess the ending and went to the wall to think about it, and wrote this plot for a morning, 5,600 words, no mistakes, ask for a reward.