Chapter 1185: Fighting posture

The fairy queen said lightly: "My child, do you know what your grandma died for?"
The fairy queen squirmed her lips a few times, as if she didn't want to answer, but because the person who asked the question was the fairy queen, she had to answer again, so she whispered: "Isn't it because of physical weakness?"
"Your grandma is a genius, who has climbed the ranks of the strongest in the Hefeng Continent at a young age. She is incomparably strong throughout her life. Except... hey, not to mention him. It can be said that when your grandma was young, she almost It is the existence of invincibility. How can a strong person like this die of physical weakness in old age?" The fairy queen shook her head and said: "The real reason for her death is not from the body, but from the heart!"
"Inner?" The elf queen was puzzled, and all of the elders except Elder Jennifer also showed doubts.
The fairy queen said: "I mean the heart disease, which means that your grandma died because of the heart disease."
"Heart..." The elf queen said in surprise: "Could it be that Grandma is because of Tai..."
Having said that, the elf queen quickly shut up, her face horrified.
The Fairy Queen shook her head: "It's not because of him, he is just the regrets and misses of Beatrice's life, it is the motivation to make her stronger, but it is not the cause of her death."
"The real reason, could it be..." The elf queen frowned and her face was heavy.
"You should have thought of it just now," the fairy queen said: "It is the City Lord of York City."
The empress grandma said coldly: "The means he used back then, even if it was to challenge us Moonlight City, if it weren't for worrying that other towns might take advantage of the emptiness when the two lose out, your grandma and I would ask York. Seoul has declared war!"
Having said this, the fairy queen sighed: "Unfortunately, for the collective benefit of Moonlight City, your grandma and I have to swallow this hatred in our hearts. I don't care, but your grandma is not the kind that can swallow. People who are angry, it didn’t take long for this to happen. She broke her mind because of her suffocation and even affected her body. This made her leave the world early. After all, the murderer who really killed your grandma was York Seoul. The lord of the city, I promised your grandma that if one day, there is a chance, I will break down York Seoul and avenge your grandma, but with some friction afterwards, I think the chance of fulfilling this vow is slim, but. ....."
Her gaze fell on me, chuckled, and said: "I really didn't expect, my child, you would stand out against the crowd and reuse An Xiaoyi."
Her words were full of momentum, and several elders who opposed appointing me as a foreign elder bowed their heads in confession.
The fairy queen slowly got up and walked down the stairs step by step, and the moonlight scepter gently tapped, making crisp sounds.
Seeing this, the elf empress hurriedly got up, walked quickly to the side of the elf empress, reached out to hold her other arm, and run with her.
The fairy queen slowly walked to the position of the elder and stopped. The scepter in her hand focused heavily on the ground. A wave of wavy light spread from the bottom of the stick, instantly spreading across the hall, and repeatedly hitting back and forth like ripples until -
With a muffled thump, we all looked at the source of the sound, and saw a masked man covered in white clothes fell to the ground. He was thin, always hiding under the beam, holding his breath, his clothes color and The marble walls are similar, and our vigilance in the main hall has been relaxed a lot, but he has not been found!
The first time I saw this person, I was shocked immediately, but this jump was only a moment, the next second, I reacted, driven by killing intent with both hands, directly exploded all the strength of the whole body, towards The man rushed over.
The man was also unambiguous. Just as he landed, he quickly got up and saw me rushing, pulling out the dagger from the snow-white scabbard around my waist, and protecting it in front of him, but his body remained motionless and he only stared at me with his eyes. .
"Master!" I subconsciously said.
Generally speaking, there are two types of masters with rich combat experience. One is the active offensive type. This type of master will spread the momentum of the whole body while attacking. This type of momentum will play two roles. The first is Frighten the opponent, make the opponent feel fearful, and then cover the opponent with this momentum, forcing the opponent to reveal the flaw; the other is like the person in front of him, motionless, waiting for the change, waiting for the opponent to move , And then find its flaws, and seize the flaws to attack fiercely.
Although these two kinds of masters have their own advantages and disadvantages, in the final analysis, the master is a master, and easy negligence will be fatal.
In order to prevent changes, I grabbed my opponent with one hand and concealed my abdomen with the other, ready to deal with possible changes.
When he was still a step away from the opponent, the man moved, his wrist turned, and the blade pierced my chest. I sneered, and the hand that grabbed him suddenly retracted and grabbed the dagger. My hand Wearing a metal handguard, the ordinary blade can't pierce or cut through at all. As long as his dagger is not a magic weapon, I will show you the empty hand.
However, at this moment, suddenly regenerating, the man's dagger turned again, and the tip of the knife reached my lower abdomen. This was a pretense to attack my chest and pierce my lower abdomen!
It's so cloudy, but--
Ding, with a soft sound, the tip of the knife hit my abdomen, but I couldn't get another point.
I smiled and squeezed the left hand that was already on my abdomen to block the tip of the knife. After a creaking sound, the dagger was crumpled by me. Judging by the feel, the dagger should be made of low-grade stainless steel.
When I was feeling kneading the dagger with my bare hands, suddenly a white light flashed and a cold light approached. I only felt that the pores all over my body were erected. Is there a back hand?
I subconsciously leaned back, and the cold light passed by, leaving a palm-length wound directly on my chest. Although it was not deep, it entered the flesh, and the bright red blood instantly overflowed from the wound. Lie down along the chest and put the clothes on. Also stained red.
"Humph" I hummed softly: "This back hand is really good. If I lean back a little bit more slowly, my throat will be opened."
The person on the opposite side also gave a cold snort. The other hand that had hidden behind him was still maintaining the action after slashing. There was an unusually sharp knife in the place where his fingers were clenched. Presumably, this knife was him. The real killer.
I tore the opened clothes directly, and threw them aside, revealing the scarred upper body, then opened my arms slightly, grinning and said: "Since you move fast, then I will play with you and see if I How many scars can you leave on my body before I kill you."
While speaking, I released the boiling killing intent in my body. The black and red killing intent was like a scarf, which wrapped my whole body. For a moment, I felt a strong desire for killing emerged in my mind. Subconsciously, I pulled away. Fighting posture.
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