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- As it gradually approached the area of ????London, the knight under the moon became more and more anxious. ¨ˆ:¨ˆPiaotian Literature Network¨ˆŠ¨ˆBecause Wang was in crisis, she could feel that her heart and soul were trembling even though she was hundreds of miles away.
"my king¡¡!!"
There were nearly 10,000 soldiers in the rear. Under Yuexia's repeated urging, they dragged their already very tired bodies and accelerated their pace again.
Although the Song Knight knew that the exhausted army could not cope with the conflict that might break out at any time, she had no time to care about it at the moment.
Because her anxiety is not much different from Yuexia
"The whole army speeds up! Ignore those who faint and march at full speed!"
Under the clear sky, the Pulun Army marched through the thick smoke and rushed towards the dark clouds in the distance with thunder and lightning
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Sword.
It is a murder weapon.
Blood.
It is the most gorgeous color on the battlefield.
The king, who was interspersed among hundreds of enemy knights like a life-seeking demon, kept waving the red sword in his hand while fighting towards the enemy general's position!
The tips of the black hair were already covered in blood, and the ferocious beast-like eyes showed infinite joy.
The handsome and childish face has already been splashed with mud, which mixed with the rain falling from the sky to form ugly mud marks covering the face.
The silent black armor was also scratched with scars by the knight of the three lions who still held the weapon tightly until he died.
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
The curses of the Three Lion Knights, full of hatred, lingered in the king's ears all the time. However, he remained unmoved.
As a matter of course, he wields his sword and kills everyone who wants to kill him before he dies.
There is no mercy, no humanity, and no justice.
The thick smell of blood in the air makes people want to vomit. The corpses gradually piled up under their feet, and more and more bodies appeared in the enemy's shocked eyes.
The gloomy sky makes people feel chilly.
The sound of fighting!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Shout!
The unique sound of weapons clashing!
"Three lions and leopards!!"
¡°Fearless and careless!!¡±
As the three lion knights shouted in unison, the deafening call made everyone in the sky fear.
The soldiers who then charged forward were brave and fearless of death! Rush towards the death storm in front of you!
A flash of silver light!
Behead a soldier.
He is obviously the king who has been protected until now, but he possesses extremely powerful power. When the warriors who wanted to kill the Demon King passed through many difficulties, they finally came to the Demon King. But they desperately discovered that the existence of the Demon King turned out to be the most difficult obstacle. His power was beyond everyone's ability to cope with it.
"Have you forgotten that the predecessor of this body is known as the most genius and the strongest betrayal knight in Great Britain! Idiots!!"
The king declared proudly among the enemies, just like the mocking smile on his face that never changed. Unmoved by the enemy, not afraid of anyone, he always maintained a detached posture, preaching to the enemies who came one after another. His words were so arrogant, like a proud dragon, and his tone was so annoying, like a vicious dog from hell barking in his ears, driving people crazy.
But, no matter it is a proud dragon or a lowly vicious dog. It was such a man who burst out with power that even a hundred knights could not match. That is the power of the king!
That waving iron sword! It was like a meat grinder, cruelly and literally harvesting the lives of the knights.
"Go away!!" everyone yelled.
The king bent down to avoid the sneak attack from the long sword behind him, and then suddenly kicked up his right foot and directly kicked the attacker's jaw into pieces. He was merciless. Before the enemy was about to be kicked away, the right hand he quickly stretched out instantly grabbed the opponent's head. Before the enemies around him could help him
Phew! !
The exploded head, the red and white things flowing on the palms, and the ferocious attitude of looking up to the sky and laughing wildly
Crack! !
The deafening sound of thunder suddenly exploded in the sky.
? ?Under the illumination of pale thunder.
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The rising sword resisted the blow of the huge ax blade, but the huge power coming from the ax blade made the unprepared king suffer a heavy loss.
Boom! Wang, who was directly knocked to the ground by the blow, clenched his teeth tightly and his dark eyes suddenly shrank!
"Well done, soldier!"
He slowly raised his head. He smiled and said to the Three Lion Knight who glared at him. The opponent's eyes were bloodshot and angry, and the veins bulging in his hands were suppressing Wang with all their strength.
At this moment, the Three Lion Knights who saw the king being suppressed roared loudly and swarmed in from all directions!
"Get away!!!" A gust of wind suddenly broke out in the crowd, directly flying the three lion knights who were besieging them into the air, forming a blood-red rain!
The goddess of death, with fluttering black hair and a cold look on her face, is waving her death scythe to kill all enemies who dare to approach the king.
Compared to the king, his attacks are more brutal, and his posture is more arrogant.
Although her face is expressionless, she gives people the feeling that the God of Death is smiling at her
It is obviously an extremely beautiful face, but people dare not get even close to it.
That suffocating beauty cannot bring others tenderness or fantasy-filled illusions. It can only make those who are instantly lost in her beauty end up falling in a pool of blood.
The strongest knight in Great Britain, the only foreigner to be inducted into the royal family
?Draco.d.Barona.Fern.Pendragon, the adopted daughter of King Uther who was both civil and military.
But the instant strength did not win the slightest concession from the Three Lion Knights. Instead, it made them even crazier and charged towards the two men, raising their weapons in their hands and roaring.
Almost in an instant, the body that was finally cleared out was covered up again by an even larger flow of people! The angry shouts, the cutting sound of the knife blade entering the body, and the roar that is still unwilling after death! One after another, they turned into curses like ghosts, stimulating their brains.
Charge! charge! charge!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
The roaring roar echoed in the gloomy sky.
Blood is polluting the increasingly humid earth.
The pungent fishy smell is spreading in the air.
Crack!
The sound of thunder sounded again, mixed with the falling rain.
The rain falling from the sky washed away the blood stains on the ground over and over again.
In the dripping rain, on the mountain of corpses that had piled up into a hill, stood a king who was already soaked to the skin.
The rain falling on the armor is like performing a concert.
She was wielding the sharp blade in the heavy rain, with splashes of dew, slashing at the enemy again and again. Although she was extremely tired, she was stubborn and refused to stop waving the sharp blade in her hand.
The enemies are like locusts, endlessly killing and killing them.
Click!
The sword inserted into the mountain of corpses, Barona bowed her body. Breathing heavily.
The rain had already wet her long, silky black hair.
The enemy's blood, even though it was washed away by the rain, still dyed the gorgeous armor red.
Swords scattered horizontally and vertically, a spear broken at the waist, a completely twisted shield, and a fallen flag.
"Hahaha¡¡"
A heavy breathing sound.
"With this little ability, do you think you can call yourself the strongest knight in Great Britain?"
Wang, who had a slightly rosier complexion, said to her in a mocking tone.
¡°As everyone knows, at this moment, he looks like a bloody man, almost a hundred times more embarrassed than her. Especially the eye-catching scratches on the chest of the armor, it shows that his situation at this moment is not optimistic.
In the heavy rain and the wet red mud, it looked so pale and weak.
All of this turned the surroundings of the two of them into a post-war hell scene.
"Your mouthwhen will it be able to quiet down? From now onhait's so noisyso noisyif I can't hear your voicehait'll feel lonely." bother!"
The two people on the battlefield were surrounded by heavy troops, but they were still in the mood to bicker?
King, I can¡¯t tolerate itHe smiled suspiciously.
"King, if you want to do it, do it. If you want to say it, say it. It's you, please tell me about me when you have time in the future. What is the relationship between me and you" After thinking about it, it seems that the feeling is not clear. Express yourself. So, Wang continued to add: "What I mean is, what is going on when you look at me with such contradictory eyes full of love and alienation?"
Her body stiffened slightly, and she turned around and ignored him.
Although the heavy rain in the sky was cool, it made her heart burn. What happened a few years ago was as beautiful as a dream, making people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.
In the presence of the entire royal family of Great Britain, with a rebellious smile, he defeated all the knights of the guard with his powerful strength, and held the words he spoke in a powerful yet gentle embrace
"You talk too much nonsense! Shut up!"
The battle was still going on. Surrounded by everyone, Wang and she had to start fighting side by side.
The knights just now finally stopped their behavior. In the sky, the dark clouds that gradually dispersed turned into the sunshine before sunset and shone again.
In the setting sun, the figures of the two people standing on top of the many corpses looked so brave and aloof.
In the light breeze with a slight fishy smell,
The black hair is floating in the air with the wind.
With the sunset as the background, those two pairs of eyes were still unyielding and mixed with arrogance.
"Miscellaneous soldiers"
The two of them looked at the enemy general whose face was slightly distorted, as if he had rehearsed it, and at the same time, they laughed at the leader of the Three Lions and Leopards, Carol Badron, in a mocking tone.
"The battle is not over yet, you twisted siblings"
Carol waved her hand, and many soldiers appeared around them again.
The bodies of this group of soldiers were stronger, the weapons in their hands shone with an eerie cold light, and their eyes faintly flashed a trace of blood red.
"If these soldiers lying on the mountain of corpses can fight one against five, then this group of soldiers can fight against ten."
They are the elite soldiers among the elite soldiers, the real Three Lion Knights, an elite guard group with only thirty-two people in total.
??Click-click.
The group of soldiers closest to the two of them had already placed their weapons across their chests.
"Are you still unwilling to admit defeat?! King Pulun!" Carol's voice came from behind the group of soldiers.
King Pulun's strength exceeded his judgment. Because he was often surrounded by the twelve guardian knights, no one really knew his power. However, in fact, it should be vaguely inferred from some of his previous deeds. The first is the courage to cause a scene in the Royal Palace in London and make King Uther furious in front of many royal families. (Or rather reckless)
In the small town of Pullen, you have the confidence to attack thousands of brutal mercenaries with four hundred swordsmen. (Forced)
In the famous battle, 40,000 soldiers, with the help of Pullen's power, killed the famous general of the French Empire and handed over to the 150,000 troops led by Mkar. And successfully repulsed it, even switching from defense to offense at the last moment, chasing the defeated French army all the way to the border between the two countries, and ended with the capture of the French commander Gamkar and the overall victory of the Royal City of Plun.
Since then, the foundation of King Purun City has been established and its name has spread all over the world.
The soldiers in King Pulun's city are all elite. The military discipline is strict, the orders are consistent, and the guardian knights under the twelve kings are extremely powerful. Each of them has the talent of a king, but they voluntarily join the command of King Pulun and swear loyalty to him to the death.
Such a powerful force that makes people envious, jealous, and even want to take everything from him and make it their own.
But at this moment, he told everyone how powerful the king who could control all of this, the king of Pulun and even the man who was a top knight, was.
When a total of forty-two of the hundred most elite knights of the Three Lions and Leopard Legion fell under that man's sword, Carol had to admit it. In addition to the twelve guardian knights, King Pulun himself is a monster-level knight
But this view is wrong!
Because this Xia Ya is not the other Xia Ya, even though their physical fitness is the same, their combat skills are completely different.
All the pride and luxury of King Pulun cannot be achieved by oneself. The strongest army? The most elite soldiers? The strongest twelve guardian knights in history? Yes, they all indeed belong to King Pulun, and even their "souls" belong to him forever, from generation to generation, even after death!
?However, King Pulun has a secret that cannot be told to anyone, except her.
That is, a huge secret hidden inside his heart.
A secret called "system"
Facing the Conqueror King¡¯s questions, the King did not answer or make any expression. He just straightened up his tall waist again, tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, and suddenly pulled it out from the mountain of corpses.
??Throwing blood beads, waving sharp blades.
The swords are facing each other¡ª¡ª
bring it on!
The slightly raised corners of his mouth express infinite confidence and persistence. There were no words, but this gesture was enough to clearly tell Carol his choice.
"Bury yourself under my sword, surrender before my body. I am the overlord who rules over the British Isles miscellaneous soldiers!!"
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