Vol 2 Chapter 130: duel

Chapter 130 Duel
Longyan City, Xichi Avenue.
"I... I am coming!" A young man arrived at a butcher shop on the run and gasped against the wall: "Today the Prince of Stars entered the city, so I went..."

Going to find your future wife?
The butcher’s boss unknowingly poked his lie and snorted:
So it’s late today?

"Hey! Don't talk about it... I just want to give some gifts," the boy's face rose red: "And Sesia, she is not mine... my..."
"You are a fool, Kevin," said the owner of the butcher shop, looking at the red-faced Kevin: "It’s not enough to send small gifts every three days. You have to boldly confess, understand!"
After listening to this, the young man Kevin angrily grabbed his hair: "You don't know, she has a fierce old man, a strange nickname, what is the belt... It is said that the glaciers are still waiting I have to wait. I don’t think he will allow his daughter to marry one... forever..."
"The poor boy who ran the leg in the poor gang?" The butcher shop opened a pig's bone.
"Yes," Kevin slaps and slaps his face and says, "This is it!"
"That is like a man, go face to face to find him, talk to your sweetheart's father!" The boss of the butcher shop was fierce and cut into the chopping block.
Kevin was shocked. He opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time.
In the end, I still stunned the words "I don't dare" into my heart.
"Hey, coward," the boss of the butcher shop hated the iron and glared at him: "Don't dare to say...what is your job?"
"Give it to you." Kevin was unhappy and didn't care to put a paper ball in the past: "It is said to be the reply of Grivo boss."
The butcher shop took the paper ball and watched Kevin leave with a look of frustration.
"It’s a leisurely life," a light voice rang from behind the butcher: "Slaughter, sell meat, maybe help some stupid poor boy out of love."
The boss of the butcher shop changed slightly.
He turned his head and closed the door of the butcher shop.
"Come on me at this time," the owner of the butcher shop from the Far East, Gu, slowly turned around, sloganed with a North American accent, and whispered to the dark corner behind him: "I am not afraid of being black." Sword found?"
"After all, use fake news to leave him, but your idea."
The young man in white, Rafael Lindbergh, showed his face from the corner of the darkness and smiled softly.
Gu Yu’s eyes are low, and the heart of the wolf is like a prairie wolf.
So confidently, it seems that he really has the means to be discovered by the black sword.
Even the terrible black sword is a non-human perception - the movements within a few hundred meters are counted in the heart, the flies and mice are invisible - can you survive?
Gu Yu eyes up.
Raphael did not answer Gu, only listened to him sarcasm: "Why, when you have not rebelled Wu Yiwei, is it also a professional consultant? Is it very experienced in this regard?"
Gu heard the three words.
Even after years of training and habits, the control of the body's reaction has been fine and perfect, like him, can not help but heartbeat, blood and movement.
Gu raised his eyes and looked at Rafael quietly.
Both men's eyes are as calm as water.
But only they know the hidden undercurrent of the words.
[Never rush to reveal killing, but to find the enemy's weaknesses in endless temptations, knocking and slashing side by side, taking advantage of the trend, pushing waves to help 澜 - this is the custom of the Kingdom Secrets inherited from the secret army style.
Since we stayed up all night with the stars, we have been secretly cooperating with the Secrets, knowing its unique style and means:
But the question is, why are we parrying? 】
The words of the master echoed in the ear and made Gu Yue more vigilant.

It’s very interesting to look at the ordinary life and experiences of these people,
Gu turned back and looked at the empty store with ease. Most of the people went to watch the prince’s enthusiasm in the city. On the desktop, intentionally or unintentionally:
"You know, staying in despair and darkness for a long time, always want to breathe some hope and look for some sunshine."
"I thought that with your experience, I have already seen the ‘funny’ thing.
Rafael raised his mouth.
"See you?"
"The boy, Kevin is a real poor," Gu fainted and smirked, and the expression was fun: "Fortune, family, strength, status, he has nothing."
"But he has his own sweetheart, and in his own heart, he will think of her as the best in the world."
"Think of her with a smile, think of her with joy, and think of her with hope."
"The most important thing is that no matter how difficult, he has the right to chase these happiness, close to an infinitely beautiful goal," Gu gently turned and looked at the strange Raphael: "He is truly alive."
The sun fell into the store and sprinkled on Gu’s body.
"Compared with you and me, in the dark and secret scum," Gu’s eyes are not shocked, and his tone is plain. "He is a complete person."

Is it not interesting?

Half of Raphael's body was hidden in the darkness of the corner, listening quietly to Gu.
"If you are used to a good person, you will get used to weakness." Raphael’s face does not change: "Like those things that once made you weak, think about it, Yao Wang..."
"I don't need to be tough," Gu suddenly interrupted Rafael's words. His tone was flat, but he was unquestionable: "I only need you to perform the transaction."
[Compared to your brother's front scabbard, your sister's long sleeves and good dance, you are like a dagger in the dark, never seen the day, no one knows, only the moment of delivery, Fang Xianwei. Therefore, you must avoid any unnecessary battles and confrontation, and concentrate on your last, most critical, and most deadly blow. 】
The words of the master echoed in the ear again, making him look dull.
The dagger in the dark.
I don't see the sun.
Waiting for the moment of delivery.
what a pity.
Gu took a deep breath and looked expressionless.
Rafael looked at him fixedly, his eyes never moved away, but he smiled at the end.
"Reassure, our intelligence will not be wrong," Raphael said with interest: "The means of assassinating the priests of Tyres under the fortress is their usual style... you will find what you want."
Gu silently nodded.
Raphael showed his perfect smile and bowed his head.
"The prince and his party have entered Longyan City, and they are now in the Palace of the Spirit," the young man in white did not entangle the topic: "And your message?"
Gu stared at it, then slowly spread the paper ball sent by Kevin, and swept it.
"According to the news of the local gang, the monster's foothold has been basically confirmed," Gu put down the paper group, Shen Shen said: "Although I don't know what you are going to do..."
Rafael chuckled and nodded.
"Don't worry," he said in a strange tone, saying that "we are a party to justice, aren't they?"
"As a cleaner of disaster, contribute to human security."
Gu coldly screamed and turned away.
"Shit."
Raphael shook his head indifferently.
He turned his head and stared out the window, looking at the Palace of the Spirit on the mountain.
For a moment.
Raphael couldn’t help but think of the boy’s words.
He has his own sweetheart.
In his own heart, he will think of her as the best in the world.
I remembered her with a smile, remembered her with joy, and remembered her with hope.
The eyes of young people are getting more and more bleak.
Until he gently closed his eyes.

Tyres coldly sweated and looked at the cross sword on the ground.
what's going on?
Cut your throat?
Nie Lai and Sly's face flashed in front of their eyes, but in the eyes of Tyre, their expressions were extremely ironic.
[For the common interests of His Highness and your grace, he invites you to join his revenge. The hunter has sharpened the sword, the traps and traps are in place, and the prey is in danger. 】
The second prince looked up and looked incredulously at the old man who was supposed to be the "Alliance."
King Nunn’s indifferent gaze was nailed to him.
Who is the prey, who is the hunter?
Previously in the Judith Hall, the scene of "double king alliance" was confidently explained to Gilbert, and it seems to be vivid.
It seems so ridiculous now.
"Continue," Nunn VII's old and empty voice urged him: "Show your courage and courage as a descendant of the comet family..."
"Blood with blood!"
Taylor's gaze was attracted to the sword, his breathing unconsciously accelerated, and the brain kept turning.
He looked up again and looked at King Nunn, but the indifference and hatred of the other side of the eye did not change.
How to do?
There is no time left for him to be suspicious and reasoning.
In the face of such a dilemma, Taylor's eyebrows could not stop moving.
How to do?
King Nunn is really going to put himself to death.
Tyres closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
How to do?
"How," a strange voice came from five kilometers: "As a comet, as a descendant of the swearing-off, is there any courage to die for atonement?"
"So what are you doing? Let's play!"
The person who talked leaned forward and finally let Tells see the face of the first Grand Duke.
Sitting on the left hand of Nuen VII, the other person is a young man with a slap in the face. He is forty years old, looks handsome, and looks quaint. He has a triangle-shaped brooch on his chest, staring disgustedly and disgustingly. Taylors reveals unscathed hostility:
"If you don't dare."
"Then kneel down and beg for mercy."
"The little scorpion of the stars."
Tyres clenched his teeth.
hateful.
Damn Northern people.
Another Dagong also turned his head over, and the fire illuminates his head flush with his ears.
This is a tall Northlander, also in the forties, his face is sharp, his chin is prominent, he is younger than a beard, and his clothes are embroidered with a shiny blade pattern.
"Maybe these noble empires thought," said the pot head, cold and cold, and echoed the words of the scorpion: "Send a seven-year-old kid, condescending to come to the northern countryside like us, it is a brutality for us." The biggest alms and enze of the northern people."
"Maybe that Kessel would still think: Isn't that killing you a prince? What's the matter?" The lid of the pot was sneer, and the words were organized with ulterior motives: "Behold, my son came to give you sugar, stupid. Northern people!"
The atmosphere in the field has become even more tense.
Tyres' breathing was getting faster and faster. He looked up and stared at the eyes of several big men and became sharp and terrible.
"Hey, is it mad?" The third grandfather revealed his face from the fire. It was a very old lord, about fifty or sixty years old, with a bitter face and only bald head. A circle around the ear, with a pair of copper-colored headband hooped on the forehead, and a chain of letters on the robes.
"I said, dare you dare to touch the sword," the bald lord said in a plain tone, but with a slogan: "Whether it is suicide with it or rushing to cut us..."

Is it much more effective than using your eyes?

Tyres took a deep breath, his eyes swept through the hustle and bustle, and the pot head and the bald lord.
Nun VII is indifferent.
At that moment, the six men sitting in the stone hall stared indifferently at the boy in front.
And the sword in front of him.
Enduring their eyes, Tyres’s heart raised an anger.
This is what they want?
The shock of being betrayed and calculated slowly turned into anger and resentment.
How to do.
Think about it.
Blood debt.
revenge.
king.
Dagong.
Tyres flashed a vague idea.
He jerked his head up.
"Very good," Tyres's gasping is getting thicker and thicker, with dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction and injustice in his words: "Blood with blood... quite fair..."
Under all eyes or playfulness, or contempt, or indifference, Tyres slowly leaned down.
He grabbed the sword on the ground.
This is another scene.
This is another choice.
I am really fed up.
This is a bad guy.
His gaze gradually strengthened.
But I will not die here.
will not.
Tyres slammed his hand and lifted his hilt.
Wait... this sword! He was shocked.
How is it so heavy?
Tyres, who was not prepared, didn't pay attention, and the hilt slipped out of his hand.
"When it is!"
The cross sword fell to the ground again, and the sound continued.
Looking at this scene, five big kilometers broke out and burst into laughter.
It’s like watching a monkey show on the street.
"Let's relax! Children," the bald lord said with deep meaning: "Read and see, this is the weight of the North."
Taylor closed his eyes and gasped for two breaths.
Really heavy.
Compared with the heavy wood sword used by Ginny in the Judith Hall, this Northland lord's sabre is even heavier.
The next second, without paying attention to the eyes of the big men laughing, Taylors took a breath and firmly grasped the hilt again.
This time he used his hands, so he didn't take it off again.
Tyres struggled to drag the hilt.
"Oh..."
The sword of the cross sword wiped out the ugly sound on the floor tiles.
"Come on, work harder again..." The pot covered his head and smiled at Tells: "I will soon lift my neck!"
The laughter of the big men is a bit bigger.
King Nunn’s expression is still cold and numb.
It seems to be waiting for Taylors.
The second prince bit his teeth and pulled the hilt with both hands, only to force the sword to be in front of him.
He panted and held the epee in his hand, looked up and looked at the five lords.
"Remember, boy, never threaten a Northlander by the situation behind him." The beard took a sip: "We are fearless, this is the way of the North."
"We are not afraid of your weak father and the weak country behind you."
Tyres grabbed the sword, his eyebrows tightened, and his hands gradually forced.
"Do not worry, Your Highness, before you cut your throat," has been ridiculing his pot to make a fuss: "We will definitely stop you, our little country, Exeter, how dare to make the great empire Descendants, the rulers of the entire future of the stars are wounded and bleed here? Hahahaha...we are..."
"Anoying people!"
Tyres interrupted him coldly: "pot lid!"
A big man next to him couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
The lid of the pot slammed, and he closed his mouth and stared at Tyres.
"Don't you want my life to pay for the life of Prince Morar?" The prince of the stars said faintly: "This is too simple."
"What are you waiting for?" The bald lord voice whispered: "Wait us to discourage you?"
"Death like this?" Taylors endured the strange look of the audience and took a sip: "This is too sloppy, too weak, and there is no dignity."
"I have heard that the ancient knights had to swear to their own seals, and then obey the creed, safeguard the honor, and defend their dignity," Taylors looked up and looked at the strange bald head and the two heads of the pot: "Even death It will be full of glory."
"And I heard that Exeter has inherited the glorious tradition of the ancient knights, presumably value honor and dignity, too much life and safety."
"Tell so much, isn't it just afraid of death?" The beard and his beard snorted: "Why, let us spare your life to maintain your so-called 'glory'?"
"No." Tyres sighed. "Since I came to this world, I never thought about going back alive."
Without waiting for a few big men to ponder the logic in his words, Taylors bit his teeth and straightened up.
"Compared to a coward, you end your life by yourself, without glory and pride." Taylor's eyes gave a strange look, and he shot straight at the end of the long table, without showing weakness. The king is looking at it.
Looking at Tyres, Nuen VII's eyes moved, and the blue eyes gave off a different light.
"Please follow the glorious Exeter tradition and give me the most decent death," said the Prince of Stars.
"Exeter's co-lifting king, Nun Walton, His Majesty VII..."
The next moment, the second prince of the stars, Tyres Comet, struggling to support the epee with one hand, the right hand resolutely and forwardly, pointing to the old king in the distance, smashing the ground:
"Please... come and take my life."
what?
The five grand princes were holding at the same time.
Taylors did his best to say loudly: "I would rather die like a warrior in the hands of others! I would rather stand face to face and see your sword piercing my heart."
His voice echoed in the stone hall.
The field was quiet immediately.
In the scary silence, Taylors confronted the six people in front of him.
Bald eyes narrowed up and looked at Tyres, as if to pull a hole out of him.
The hustle and bustle of Hu is a gloomy face, and his eyes patrol back and forth between King Nunn and Tyres.
The lid of the pot rubbed his hands and his thoughts were unknown.
"If you kidnapped a child and made you uneasy, I might as well change it."
Tyres, who observed the expressions of the Dagong, gasped and smiled: "I have heard that there is a kind of ancient etiquette in the north, inheriting from the title, and going up to the grand public, omnipresent."
Two seconds later, the echo of Taylors in the stone hall gradually disappeared.
Ancient etiquette?
Title inheritance?
Grand election king?
The five grandfathers frowned.
But their eyes on Taylors have changed.
The faces of several lords were in doubt.
It was Nun VII, his face remained the same, still so indifferent and numb, as if he had never left the pain of losing his son.
Tyres retracted his right hand and pressed it on the hilt, and his eyes were still dead on King Nunn.
"Nun, if you really want revenge..."
He faintly said:
"We use a duel to solve the trouble."
"I am with you."
The silence lasted for a few seconds.
After a few seconds, the head of the pot head laughed first.
The other Dagong also followed the sneer.
Only Nunn is still looking as usual.
"Have you heard it?" The lid of the pot pointed at Tells, and the wrinkles on his face laughed out: "The seven-year-old devil, hahaha... said to fight..."
But their laughter didn't last long.
Nunn Walton, Exeter's co-lifting king, slowly raised a hand and stopped the ridicule of the Grand Dukes.
The face of the lid is a meal.
I saw the old king with an old and low voice, and slowly said:
"Hey? You want to fight with me?"
His eyes met with the eyes of Taylors in the air, giving the latter a glimpse.
"Why?"
The Star Prince took a deep breath.
come on.
Tyres dragged his sword and stepped forward, replied loudly:
"On hatred and fairness!"
His tender voice echoed in the stone hall.
The two big men who were still in the dark began to whisper.
The other three looked back at Taylors with a bad look.
"Are, the stars do not kill your only son?" Tyres bit his teeth and resisted the trembling under his feet:
"Is it a reasonable reason for a father like you to come and avenge yourself?"
The big man with a beard snorted.
"Just by a seven-year-old nephew?" He said with a sigh of relief: "Will you also challenge our co-owner of Exeter? Isn't it too much difference?"
King Nunn gently put down his elbows, hands clasped, and looked at Taylors quietly.
I don't know why, at that moment, Tyres actually felt that his hostility had dissipated a lot.
Is it an illusion?
But what to do is still to do...
"Do not!"
Tyres Comet cocked his head and imagined that in the fraternity, Morris patrolled the streets and tried to show his arrogance:
"I am the future king of the stars. He is the current king of Exeter and we have the same status."
"I am flowing the blood of Tomond and Midier. He inherits the blood of Nakaru and Sarah. We are born and matched."
King Nunn suddenly began to sneer.
"And..." Tyres replied to the different eyes of the five Grand Dukes one by one.
"I am seven years old, young and weak, and my calves are short," said Teres, biting his words out of his teeth. "And you, Nunn squats..."
"You are almost seventy years old, old and weak, old eyes are dim."
Tyres took a deep breath and showed a scornful smile: "We are evenly matched and have similar opportunities!"
"I think this will be a thrilling duel. The highlights are not to be less than the Wanghui."
"what do you say?"
"The king of nature of Exeter?"
As soon as this statement came out, the five great men had some frowning, some screaming and different expressions.
King Nunn’s eyes were more and more strange, and his smile gradually stopped.
At this time, a laugh broke the strange scene.
"Ha ha ha ha," the fourth grandfather laughed and turned and exposed himself to the light: "You dare to say, boy? Old age is weak? Evenly matched? Haha, my majesty... It’s so interesting. !"
Taylors glanced at the big man.
This is a granddaughter with a long hair shawl. Forty years old, the emblem of the body is a book of classics, the face of fortitude, the laughter of heroism, and always reminds Taylor of the star north of the same person. Duke of the territory.
I saw him laughing with great brilliance, regardless of the faces of other people, and also shaking the table: "You really have a kind, kid!"
"Well, I think," the voice of the last Dagong - a peaceful, nice voice from the opposite side: "Maybe we can talk about it any more... no need to be so arrogant..."
The fire light illuminates the owner of the voice.
"Your Majesty," the last male who was the youngest, probably only about 30 years old, was a young and tidy young man with a horseshoe on his shoulder. He only listened to his gentle voice. : "I advise you to think about one or two..."
"Comkley Pfeiffer," but King Nunn's expression remained the same. He just turned his head slowly and turned his gaze to the young grandfather: "I looked like I was joking?"
Brown-haired youth, Conclave Pefitt’s words suddenly stagnate.
The remaining four grandsons exchanged their eyes while adjusting their sitting posture.
They are somewhat surprised by the current situation and are waiting for the king's decision.
Only when he was sitting in the main position of Nuen VII, he turned his eyes again and looked at Tyres for five or six seconds.
At the foot of Tyres, he no longer trembled.
At that moment, the old man Kaslan’s final evaluation of Nuen VII came to his mind:
[Nun is also a human being, he will be old, and he will be confused by the ingenuity and the color, the day left by desire and impulse. 】
Taylors chuckled in his heart.
"Of course, Nunn squats," Tyres whispered softly, re-engaging the attention of six people: "I respect you as much as my grandfather."
"It seems that there is something unfair to ask you to fight with me."
Several Dagongs also expressed doubts at the same time.
"For a long time, is it a bluff?" The beard and his beard whispered: "So you still don't dare..."
"No!" Taylors interrupted him.
"The duel is still going on!"
"But if it really wants to end this way today," Taylors turned his eyes and swept through the five grand princes one by one, smashing the husk, the head of the pot, the bald head, the long-haired man, the young man, and then undoubtedly:
"I believe that the five grand princes present are loyal generations, and one of them will be able to play for you on behalf of you!"
When this is the case, the long-haired man’s fist is the first to clench!
The rest of the Dagong’s breathing was a glimpse.
"How? Dare to fight for your king? Grandpa?"
"I don't know which of you," Tyres clenched his teeth and raised his voice to the maximum: "I want to fight with me and get that glory!"
"Take the sword of revenge and spur the glory of my heart!"
"As a Grand Duke, kill the Star Prince with your own hands and revenge for Exeter!"
Tyres said this sentence, and he couldn't help but gasp.
After a second, the second prince looked up.
He was pleased to see that the five Dagong had already changed color.
Today is the birthday of a girl in the group of friends!
Happy birthday to her!
Then I will definitely not add more!
In addition: the sword is used by the creation of the author, so there is no right to manage the starting point of the book review area... Can not delete the post, can not add fine...
But it doesn't matter, no sword can still use the body avatar to reply to the book friends!
The title of the book review area is called "Bigmaster Hengqiang" is the shadow of the sword without a sword!
(End of this chapter)