Chapter 162: Ruling Sword (9)

Tang Cuo, a professional fire-rubbing performance artist, with his powerful soul strength higher than ordinary people, gathers the surrounding fire elements under his almost arrogant attitude, and then compresses frantically.
To the element of fire at this moment, he is like a cruel tyrant, so the affinity between the two is reduced. But Tang Cuo didn't care, a small fireball, he only needed it to exist for a second.
"Go." After the compression, Tang Cuo immediately threw the small fireball. The fireball always shows signs of collapse due to the mismatch of fire elements, but one second is enough for it to hit the target.
"Boom!" A big hole exploded in the opposite wall. Although not as powerful as Roger Reed's, it was also impressive.
Roger Reid frowned slightly. Such a short time, such a great power, the talent is terrifying. But it was too simple and rough way, it was easy to get bitter and mentally hurt, he turned his head-Tang Cuo looked as usual.
Well, the descendants of the White Knight family do have chaotic capital, and this is his Roger Reid student.
Thinking about this, Roger Reid became serious again, "The speed of compression is still too slow."
Tang Cuo rubbed his slightly numb wrist and nodded cleverly. The colors of his little fireballs are mixed, and orange and red are interlaced, which is an instability. If it is too unstable, it will prolong his compressed time, and it is impossible to talk about the instant. If you want to overcome this problem, you can only practice it again and again.
But Tangcuo was in a hurry.
"Teacher, is there a faster way?" Tang Cuo asked.
"Very short cuts are not desirable." Roger Reid frowned.
"I promised to watch Lancelot's performance and keep my promise, which is also the basic quality of the knight."
"..."
Roger Reed felt the weirdness again, coming from between his students and the young bard. They are always packed in a room.
Never mind.
Today is the last day of the trial. The goal is to make Theodore familiar with Rose’s fighting style, temper his fighting will, and do it later after basic practice.
"I have a magic stone here that can enhance the affinity of the elements. You can hold it to make the casting speed faster." Roger Reed took out a stone and passed it.
Tangcuo was silent.
Roger Reid: "What's wrong?"
Tang Cuo: "Nothing, thank you teacher."
Wasn't this stone he and Jin Cheng once bought from the fantasy unlimited market? He is still lying exactly the same in his equipment bar.
Tang Cuo took the stone, and then glanced at the equipment bar again-well, Roger Reid's stone is stronger than the dream wireless market, followed by the words "Enhanced Edition".
With this stone increase, Tang Cuo's casting speed really improved a step, and the compressed small fireball was also more stable than before.
A quarter of an hour later, Roger Reid's last lesson finally came to an end. Looking at the students who didn't change their appearance from beginning to end, and only showed their talents silently and efficiently, Roger Reid couldn't tell whether he was gratified or anything else.
In the end, he hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and patted his shoulder slightly stiffly. Such intimate movements are not very used to your supervisor.
"Theodore, the difficulties are not terrible." His voice was deep, "What the teacher and your brother want to see most is your unrelenting heart and courage to face the darkness."
"Go, beat him, I will wait for you here."
Tang Cuo embarked on this journey.
Moonlight is like water, and the flexible figure is like a cat walking in the dark night. From the low wall here to the roof there, the six days of fighting has made Tang Cuo know every corner of the place.
He didn't go directly to Louis XIV. Louis XIV was too strong. He needed more helpers to consume the opponent's strength for him.
With the help of terrain, Tangcuo successfully crossed the battlefield and found the low house where the rebel leader was.
They hid very well, there are even underground tunnels, but this is useless. Because Louis XIV was not in the king's tent at all, he was leading a team of elites to kill here.
In terms of strength, they are no match for Louis XIV.
On strategy, they still can't compare to Louis XIV.
If not everyone had the determination to die and filled with flesh and blood at any cost, they would not see the dawn of victory.
Even so, they only seriously injured Louis XIV, and failed to take his life.
In the flames of extinction, the fierce fighting continued. Tang Cuo took out the parchment paper with the information prepared in advance, wrapped it in stone, and threw it into the house.
After a while, there was a commotion in the room. Tang Cuo listened quietly in his ears, and finally glanced at the window, flashing away.
He is going to save people.
Ten minutes later, there will be a big knight from the rebels who will be besieged in the mass grave.
Not far ahead.
Tang Cuo speeded up his pace, sprinted and walked in the air, making his figure quickly pull out the residual image. The night sheltered him under the wings, and only the invisible wind captured his whereabouts.
The sword cut the bleeding flowers on the ground, and the wind blew, and the people in the swaying flowers raised their heads but saw nothing.
Only the dark clouds weigh on the top.
The horn of the main attack sounded in the distance, and the thick voice trembles all the souls here.
Whether it is alive or dying, the soul that has died and the body has not been separated, all tremble together. The blood began to boil, burning the skin, wandering around the limbs and bones, and screaming out through the cry, stirring the night sky.
"for freedom!!!"
Pick up the sword.
"For justice!!!"
I will die to death.
"Must win!!!"
Pledge not to look back.
Vast waves swept the night sky, and the dark clouds were dispersed, revealing a bright and bright moon.
When the moon was in the sky, a black, flexible figure flew over the teardrops of that sky, holding swords in both hands, like a falling star.
[Starfall], jumping and killing skills. It can stimulate 200% of the usual energy to reach the maximum crit.
"Bang--" The shining long sword fell, and the so-called indestructible heavy armor soldier was split in half by a sword.
The corpse separated from the left and right, and half a second later, it spewed blood and splashed on another enemy behind. He stunned his eyes wide and paused before looking down at the sword mark on his chest.
The next second, he leaned back and fell to the ground.
Double kill.
Tang Cuo looked calm, shook his sword, and turned back.
The injured knight knelt on his knees with his sword, and he managed to raise his head, watching Tang Cuo's eyes revealing a hint of joy, "You, are you Nightingale?!"
Nightingale, nightingale.
Tang Cuo subconsciously glanced at the ring in his hand and determined that the big knight was calling him, but Nantinger sounded like a female name.
Neither Edwin nor Roger Reid told him that the ancestor with the sword of ruling was a knight.
But this is not the time to think about it.
The mass pit, as the name suggests, is a large pit in which corpses of tens of thousands are buried. The only difference is that these people have just died. The whole mass grave has almost no place to settle. Most of the people here are rebels, and even many civilians with little fighting power.
At this time, only Tangcuo and the Grand Knight could stand in the whole mass grave, and the dark golden knight who was watching around.
Tangcuo threw the card [Rainwater] immediately and then took out a bottle of healing potion and threw it to the Grand Knight, "Kill me!"
"Good!" The Grand Knight is also unambiguous. At the juncture of life and death, he was suddenly treated to restore his combat effectiveness, so how can he fall here? He carried the epee, stepped out, and rushed to Tang Cuo almost instantly. Like the same artillery shell, he smashed into the encircling circle in front of him, and instantly killed the opponent to turn his back.
Tang Cuo followed, and at this time an archer was struck by the epee, and was approaching Tang Cuo. Tang Cuo sideways avoided, raising his hand is a sword to quickly make up the knife.
He was very confident in his feel, and he didn't want to see if he was dead, just pulled his sword and left.
"See you in the bell tower!"
He shouted at the knight, the palm of his sword glowed with magic, and the tip of the sword immediately penetrated the ground. The earth was surging, and a huge ice snake one meter wide and more than ten meters long broke through the ground, carrying Tangcuo toward the bell tower.
The bell tower was the location of Tangzuo's decisive battle. He sent intelligence to the rebel chiefs and rescued the knights, all for the purpose of preserving the vitality of the rebels. Before Louis XIV had an absolute advantage, he killed the past.
The night wind was like a sword, Tangcuo stood on top of the ice snake's head and looked up at the moon.
The moon tonight is actually very round, big, very bright, and beautiful. Forgive him for not having a rich vocabulary and writing a hymn. But Tangcuo loves the moon very much, and is cold and lonely, like a poet.
"Huh!" A few arrows suddenly broke through the wind.
Tang Cuokong evaded, but because of this small delay, he fell from the head of the snake to the tail of the snake. Archers, he frowned slightly, to kill Louis XIV, these soldiers are always in trouble.
But it does not matter, Tang Cuo has found a solution after several days of practice, and this is why he chose the bell tower.
"Boom--"
"West Fifteen!"
The quaint bells and the screams of exhaustion sounded almost at the same time, and the distant blue light gathered from the top of the bell tower, and in a flash, the light shot like a sword.
"Boom!!!" I don't know who was shot from the sky from afar.
The only remaining magic crossbow in the city is in the clock tower. Here is one of the few areas that are still under rebel control, and arrogance like Louis XIV did not bypass the clock tower from its own route because of this.
Other than that.
"over there!"
"Stop them!"
In the hidden tunnels, under the haystacks, and among the ruins, one figure after another turned out, and the enemy was taken away when he saw the opportunity.
An archer was standing on the courtyard wall in good order, pulling the bow at Tangcuo. Suddenly, a hand was stretched out behind his back to cover his mouth, while at the same time the other hand was holding a dagger and aiming at his waist pocket.
"Well!" The shout was like his figure, disappearing instantly on the courtyard wall, like a drop of water falling into the sea, silently.
Here, hiding from a bunch of rebel soldiers, digging tunnels and drilling dog holes, there is nothing they can't do.
The ice snake's survival time is limited, and Tang Cuo directs it to hit a house in front of him. The roof collapsed, and the wall fell, revealing the scouts hidden under Louis XIV.
The broken ice snake directly frozen them unprepared into a ballast. The high-level magic of the ice snake is not only used by Tang Cuo as a mount.
In front of the clock tower, the leader of the rebel army, the great magician had successfully intercepted to Louis XIV with his people. The magic light is like a colorful ocean, almost submerging half the bell tower.
Tangcuo raised his sword and joined the battle.
At the same time, the most colorful performances will be performed on the Spring Square of the Kingdom of Hundred Flowers.
On the high platform piled with flowers, Jin Cheng embraced the small harp and smiled at the crowd around him. The noble ladies sitting in the carriage at the intersection lifted their curtains and looked at him. Adventurers and bounty hunters leaning on the street holding wine bottles looked at him. Gardeners everywhere in the Kingdom of Flowers looked at him and held hands. The children of the innocent choir of candles also looked at him--
He raised his hand to salute, "Please enjoy the hymn of the hero, "From the Continent of Sicily."