Chapter 189 is you

Under the bright sky, "The Comet" Nie Lai, who helped the wounded veteran Grivo, stood in the ruins of the shield.

He looked blank and looked at the people who were on the way – a dozen teams of fully armed patrol soldiers.

"What's wrong?" Grivor impatiently asked the comet: "It's just a patrol."

"Nothing," Niely's sharp eyes swept over the patrol in front of him, his eyes narrowed: "It's just a little weird."

Grivo frowned: "Strange?"

"Yes, the command of your majesty," the comet is puzzled: "It is reasonable to say that except for the White Blade Guard, all troops are not allowed to approach the shield..."

At this time, a thick male voice came from the crowd of the patrol:

"Is Lord Nieley?"

Soldiers clinging to the torches opened a passage, a middle-aged man in a thick, gorgeous winter outfit with eight braids on his hair, and appeared in front of the two men with a long sword at the waist.

In the moment of seeing this middle-aged man, Grivo was helplessly surprised:

"Urad?"

Gryvo’s eyes were astonished: “Is it you?”

Nie Lai’s heart moved.

Urad?

He is the order officer who manages the sword market, and is also the underground force of Longyan City, which is comparable to the one in Grivo.

The sole power of the underground black market transaction in Longyan City.

Just why...

"I am Serri Niely, the commander of the White Blade Guard," Niely said quietly: "Your Majesty ordered the martial law?"

But the other party has not had time to answer, and the sky in the distance suddenly rises with a red fire!

Nie Lai was shocked!

"Wait, I know this," Grivo looked thoughtfully at the fireworks in the sky: "Four-year-old battlefield in the deep valley, when the troops of Prince Suril were bitten by the white elves, you also shot After a while..."

Nie Lai's face is very ugly.

Of course, because that is...

That is……

The signal of the White Blade Guard is a smashing arrow.

The highest level - emergency help!

The comet is about to speak, and the man with the patrol in front of him will speak out first.

"As you can see!"

"Your Majesty has not ordered the lifting of martial law, but we have to break it."

The man with eight scorpions - Urad's face was very bad. He saw him hurriedly bowing to Nilai Lai, and anxiously said: "Please come with me as soon as possible, we need to immediately rush to the side of His Majesty!" ”

Nie's face changed: "What happened?"

Grivo's face narrowed his eyes, and he was the same as the underground forces. His understanding of Urad was more than Nilai:

"Urad, you..." The lame veteran asked faintly: "Is it from your channel, what do you know?"

Urad nodded, and he spit out a sigh of relief, his face was ugly:

"The underground news I just received..."

"We have reason to believe that tonight, there are enemies rushing into the city of Longyan!"

Nielai was shocked and glanced at Grivo.

Urad looked anxious and only listened to the man with the scorpion nervously:

"They... are trying to assassinate their majesty!"

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Tyres smacked his little slick, almost scared, and licked his lips.

For a few minutes, he squinted his eyes and looked at the old body in front of him, wondering if everything in front of him was true.

That terrible old man.

Exeter, the atmosphere, the majesty, the fierceness, the old-fashioned Exeter, the king...

"The King of Nature" Nunn Walton VII.

So dead?

Tyres stood still, watching the soldiers of the White Blade Guard tremble and cover the remains of the King.

The red fireworks rose above the head.

"The emergency signal has been sent out," the veteran white-guard guard who had just recognized the assassin dumb, and he took back the crossbow that was facing the sky, looking at the remains of the old king's body: "Head and other white-bladed The brothers will come soon and come..."

He was sobbing and couldn't say it anymore. He had to turn his head and dare not look at the king lying on the ground.

"White blade, shame of the white blade," another young soldier who was licking a wound and gnawing his teeth in front of a brother's body, trembled and said: "Your Majesty...just under our eyes...we are all incompetent sinners ……sinner……"

"It's not over yet!" One of the guards standing on the other side died and held the white-handed machete in his hand. He was angry and angry, and hatred. "We still have the task... the blood of our knees, we still need us." Protection... after this..."

With the eyes of more than a dozen white-guards, the little slicker bit his lower lip and whimpered pale.

"Who is that?"

Taylor looked at the short knife on the ground, and it was still stained with the blood of the king. He asked, "What about the assassin?"

The eyes of the soldiers moved to the Star Prince, and many eyes were angry and accused.

"You should be more familiar with him than we are," the senior guard answered Lows: "It's the little Sariton in the ‘Assassin's Flower.'”

"Bainet, who is called "flying blade"."

Tyres touched the JC dagger after he touched his waist.

The senior guard took a deep look at Taylors: "Twelve years ago, his brother killed another king, surnamed a comet."

Taylors took a deep breath subconsciously.

After a few minutes, they signaled the arrow and finally waited for the rescue.

The uniform footsteps sounded and countless soldiers came to them.

That is the patrol in Longyan City - two or three hundred people.

Tyres raised his eyebrows.

Somewhat strange.

The Whiteblade Guards frowned and looked at the soldiers in front of them.

"Why is the patrol!"

The senior white-bladed guards yelled at the soldiers in front of them: "What about the White Blade Guard?"

"Adults, we saw your signals, so we rushed in," a patrol soldier in the order of an official looked worried: "There are no other people on the road - what happened? Is there a place for us to help?" ”

The senior white-edged guards and one of their companions glanced at each other and sighed: "The armor is injured and needs medical attention."

Tyres was shocked. He turned his head to look at the body of King Noon, who was blocked by the White Blade Guard.

what?

Could it be that……

"What? Your Majesty? Do you want to be tight?" The order officer's face changed. "Adults... Please come with us immediately. We can **** you back to the Palace of the Spirit."

With a big wave of his hand, the soldiers of the patrol immediately came near from both sides.

however.

“Hey!” “Hey!” “Hey!”

The warriors of the dozens of White Blade Guards were fierce, without warning, but did not hesitate to pull the knife together!

The blade pointed straight to all the patrol players trying to get close, and the momentum was amazing.

The action is neat and tidy, just like a person.

The little slicker trembled and looked at Tyres in amazement.

Tyres quietly pressed her hand back.

calm.

He gestured with his eyes.

"Adult?" The patrol's order officer looked horrified and unclear: "You are this..."

The senior guard stopped him.

"If you really promised your escort, go to your team," the soldier of the White Blade Guard said coldly: "I am afraid we will be rounded up."

The order officer’s expression looked awkward: “Adult, I don’t understand...”

"Before I joined the White Blade Guard, I also worked in the Longyan City patrol for a while," said the white-bladed defender. "There was a crime against Urad, and he was forced to call the front line as a recruiter. It was a big fight and was finally picked up by Kaslan."

The order officer frowned.

The veteran white-guard guard stared at the patrol team in front of him, his eyes swept over the palms of his arms all the time, and looked at their calm and waveless eyes, "I don't remember, we don't remember, we The patrol has become so sophisticated, powerful and excellent?"

The words of Tyres were shocked.

So to say……

He looked at the eyes of the patrols differently.

The order bureaucratic lips, seems to be thinking about each other's words.

Another White Blade Guard soldier nodded and said: "I can see that the elite, even the standing army of three trainings a year - you are not a soldier near Longyan City!"

The order officer suddenly smiled.

"Adult, here is Longyan City, the quality of recruiting soldiers is the top of the Westland." He shook his head.

"Please don't doubt our strength because of past experience," the order official opened his hand, his face full of helplessness and anxiety: "Again, there is still an army outside, God does not know it." Long Yucheng?"

Hearing this sentence, Thales stunned for a few seconds.

Seems like something... has it leaked?

The next moment, he was shocked!

The White-Blade Guards exchanged their eyes, or the veteran veteran slowly said: "In any case, we must wait for the arrival of the White Blade Guard."

"Excuse me, on the way I just came here, I saw a lot of the body of the White Blade Guard. They are afraid that it is difficult to get into the system." In the horrified eyes of the White Blade Guards, the order officer sighed: " If your injury is not to be dragged down - we can only **** at the periphery, not close to you..."

"Do not!"

A childish voice rang.

Everyone's eyes moved slightly and turned their eyes to the boy who made the sound.

I saw the prince of the stars, and Tyres pinched his fist.

Taylors gasped, and at that moment, his mind suddenly broke through a string.

He figured out what.

"Don't believe them!" Tyres gnawed his teeth, shaking his mouth in the strange and fearful eyes of the little slicker:

"Along the Longyan City, there is indeed a group of elite foreign troops."

The White Blades frowned.

Terspin regained his breath and figured out some things. He tried his best to make it smooth:

"A group of people who can be bright and honest, come to Longyan City with justifiable words - the elite standing army..."

"You, that is the army."

The order officer frowned again and looked at the prince who spoke.

At this point, a loud applause sounded from the crowd.

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Two blocks away, several people from the stars are staring nervously.

The second prince's attendant, Wyatt struggled to hold his single-edged sword and wrestled with Miranda's long sword.

Wye shook and looked to the other side: Rolf, who had a broken hand, had been easily defeated by the police officer Cohen.

The prince’s attendant said: "Don’t kill him! We are not malicious!"

"No malicious?" Opposite Wyatt, Miranda held the sword with one hand, and suppressed the attendant officer with a dead eye: "It is your first move!"

"I don't know why!" Wyatt yelled anxiously: "But Rolf... This power is the man of His Royal Highness!"

"Tells? You mean the man under the prince?" Cohen's face was solemn and serious. He carried a sword and carried Rolf, looking at his grief and glance, shaking his head: "Just a gangster?" ”

"Yes!" Wyatt argued nervously: "We are all people of the Star Mission, Miss Miranda, we met in the Broken Dragon Fortress!"

Cohen raised his eyebrows and turned to his female companion.

"I know that you are the son of Count Gilbert Caso, the servant of the prince." Miranda was faint.

"But why are you here? The most dangerous place in the city of Longyan?" Miranda looked at the surrounding ruins in a clear way, and looked at Wyatt and Rolf. The expression was full of doubts: "Not in the Palace of the Spirits." In the night of this disaster, stay with the prince?"

"Not too suspicious?"

Wyah bit his teeth, only to feel that the opponent's sword is just pressing on the weakest part of his sword, which is uncomfortable.

The prince disappeared in the capital of the enemy...

This kind of thing...

"I am not obligated to answer you!"

The attendant officer shook his head reluctantly: "The prince is on the road in Exeter, and you - two great aristocratic heirs who are outstanding in identity, sensitive, and hateful with the royal family, but appear here for no reason - not more Suspicious!"

"Suspicious?" Cohen snorted.

"Then how do you explain this?" He carried Rolf's collar, ignoring the other's hateful eyes, coldly said: "I remember his nickname - the ghost of the wind, a scum of a blood bottle, A few days ago, I was still murdering blood on the streets of Yongxing City. Why did it suddenly become a close waiter around the prince?"

Wyatt’s words are a glimpse.

"Don't want to lie to me," Cohen took out the true character of the police officer and frowned. "You know, I am the one who crushed his throat!"

Rolf’s eyes caught fire, feeling his numb arms and slamming his mouth.

Do not.

you are not……

Not this green skin!

But the woman...

The woman of the Sariton family, with a double knife!

Wye only felt a splitting headache: "How do I know what the **** did in the past!"

He stepped forward against Miranda's sword and roared: "But he is my companion now!"

Cohen and Miranda exchanged a look.

Wye tried to hold on to Miranda's sword, but she created a illusion that "the strength is not enough for her."

Damn it.

Every trick and every style is eaten by her!

Miranda Arend, the chief seed of the last session - really metamorphosis like the legend of Tarifa?

Wyah clenched her teeth, and the end of the force surged into her arms, making him feel a little tingling while the sword was moving, and Monda was killed.

The female swordsman held the sword with one hand, and the sword front cleverly turned around and unloaded the other side's strength.

This time, it is the turn of Miranda's face!

this is……

She bit her teeth slightly.

"Your swordsmanship is good and your intuition is great."

"It should be more suitable for the end of the sword-washing," Miranda took a step back and his eyes twitched slightly: "But your end-of-force is able to make your opponent feel stinging on the way to fight..."

"Wyea Casso," I saw Miss Aaron's face full of vigilance, a word and a word: "This strange end of power - what is your relationship with the sword of disaster?"

This time, even the side of Cohen also changed dramatically!

Wyatt is a glimpse.

"The strange end of power?" Wye shook her head in confusion. "What I have learned is the 'no return to the front' taught by Teacher Shatil! It is her..."

"Shut up," Miranda looked cold and cold:

"Daphne Shatil, one of the eight extreme inheritors of the Tower of the End, is my teacher!"

The female swordsman opened the sword and stuffed the ponytail behind her head into the collar. Cohen knew that this was a serious precursor to her. Seriously: "And I have never heard anything from her." The front '!

Wye’s expression changed.

"This is the ultimate power that has been developed recently... You have graduated for three or four years..." He was anxiously.

But the police officer of the blonde interrupted him: "Recently developed? I am afraid this is the power of the sword of disaster!"

Wyatt frowned slightly: this stubborn guy!

Cohen’s eyes were terrible. He only listened to him seriously: “Do you say... you were once part of their plan to assassinate the prince, is it their internal response? The prince’s attendant?”

Wye only felt that she was as big as a fight.

"I repeat, Rolf and I are both responsible for the personal responsibility of My Royal Highness, and what you are doing at this moment," Wyah, who is in a mess, once again puts his hands on the tone. Anger: "It is a betrayal of the stars!"

“A heavy responsibility for a seven-year-old child?”

"Although I know that our Highness is very smart," Cohen said coldly: "But there must be a limit to the lie."

His left hand rushed to the end, and Rolf, who lost his resistance, took it out!

"boom!"

The ghost of the wind broke into the ruins and brought countless smoke.

Rolf did not move, as if he had lost consciousness.

"You--" Wyatt screamed.

But Miranda’s sword has already hit him in erratic!

"clang!"

The woman's long sword just hits the handle of Wahia, and the latter who has not healed the old wounds struggled back two steps.

"Clarify your mission - or the relationship with the sword of disaster, prepare to do something to the prince, Cassault attendance officer." Miranda is rude.

With a hand in her hand, Waia looked at Rolf, who disappeared into the ruins, and then screamed in anger and anger:

"Damn, you got it wrong from the beginning - I am not a sword of disaster! I have not done anything bad for the prince!"

Wyea gasped in a hurry, slamming her shoulders - the wounds that were torn by the blood races were somewhat cracked.

Miranda heard the words and his face changed slightly.

Cohen brows and walks toward Wyatt: "We have met your companions in Longyan City... just a little temptation..."

But the police officer took two steps and was suddenly stopped by Miranda!

"Miranda?" Cohen looked at the action of his companion in amazement: "How are you..."

"Wait!" Miranda looked pale, as if she had thought of something.

The female swordsman looks a few times.

After a few seconds, Miranda trembled!

Cohen looked worriedly at his companion: "Miranda?"

"Cohen," Miranda's breathing was getting more and more intense. She frowned and looked at Wye, who was angry at the ground: "He just said something..."

"From the spurs of Prince Teres before the fortress, to the rumors of Longyan, the news that we sold to us, the reaction of the two swords of disaster, and the words of Raphael... These clues are linked together, I suddenly wanted to understand..."

Cohen raised his eyes in confusion: "What? What do you want to understand?"

Miranda stared at Wyah with a look of anger, and said with difficulty: "What he just said reminded me - he is not a sword of disaster, nor has he harmed the prince... if it is true..."

"What do you mean?" Cohen scratched his head. "You mean, is this kid's words true?"

"Not just this kid," Miranda's speed of speech speeded up uncontrollably, and Cohen clearly heard the tension in her words: "It's everything in Longyan City!"

Wye looked puzzled at the two stars of the aristocrats.

I saw the female swordsman's face full of rare dignity: "The sword of disaster has exposed itself because of the assassination of the prince, so we came to investigate..."

Her words began to tremble: "But if Longyan City has no sword of disaster, the sword of disaster has not harmed the prince..."

"What are you talking about?" Cohen shook his head and interrupted her: "We saw them, the men and women in the alleys - the power of the end could not fool people."

"No, you don't understand! We are seeing the real sword of disaster," the more and more tight the sword on Miranda's hand, the paler his face: "It's not the sword of disaster that we were looking for at first!"

“The sword of the disaster that I was looking for at the beginning?” Cohen showed a thoughtful expression: “You mean...”

"Think about it, what is it that led us to ask us to find the sword of the disaster?" Miranda turned his head and stared at Cohen.

"What?" Cohen narrowed his eyes and recalled the past: "When Croce was tracing the truth about the assassination of the prince, he encountered an ambush of the sword of the disaster and was abolished by his right hand..."

Just at this time.

Miranda and Cohen changed their faces at the same time. They turned at the fastest speed, leaning back against their backs and looking up around.

"Someone is close!"

Wye supported herself with a sword, felt the feedback from the no-turning front, and said: "It’s all killing in all directions - we are surrounded!"

Neat and powerful, no footsteps sounded.

A fierce figure emerged from the ruins.

Soon, Miranda and Cohen looked ugly, watching the soldiers dressed in a team of Longyan City patrols, pouring into the small ruins from all sides.

There are more than a hundred people, and they are surrounded by water.

Wye looked at these indifferent, armed soldiers with horror, watching them murderous, and they were worried.

When are they...

"All are good hands, killing people have seen blood, still not good." Miranda swept the cold eyes of the soldiers, whispered.

"Why do we have nothing?" Cohen looked heavily at more than a hundred elite soldiers and held the sword with vigilance.

"First, we are consuming our energy in the battle with these two people," Miranda said quietly and steadily: "Second, these people are elite, not ordinary patrols."

The soldiers who surrounded them were slowly moving, separating the two sides and letting the road open for one person.

“Third,” Miranda stared at the figure that slowly emerged from the crowd, his face chilling like never before: “Their commander, to us – whether it’s the hidden skill of the finishing tower or our personal habits, or The whereabouts of our days..."

"It's all too familiar."

The figure appeared from the crowd and stood at the forefront of the team.

Wye is staring at the unknown.

Miranda lowered his gaze and sighed deeply.

By the light of the sunrise, Cohen saw the person who came to his eyes—a swordsman in a gray armor with a sword at his waist.

He opened his mouth in shock and squinted his eyes.

Cohen squinted in disbelief.

That is……

They have only seen it before...

"K...Kroie?"

Cohen was horrified. He recognized the female swordsman who was the seed in the same period of the end of the tower.

"You shouldn't..." The sword on the alert officer trembled, his eyes unconsciously falling to the right hand of the short-haired female swordsman.

His words stopped.

That right hand.

Croixina was supposed to be abolished by the sword of the disaster, just one day before, the swordsman wrapped in a bandage.

At the moment, he firmly pressed the sword on his waist.

Flex your fingers flexibly.

"So this is the truth?" Miranda looked at Calo Ai, a calm face, with deep exhaustion in his voice - and disappointment.

But the new girl, Croy, has nothing to say about them.

She just stared coldly at the two times, as if they never knew each other.

"In the name of Exeter!" Croce is high.

Cohen and Miranda are together.

coming.

The truth of the matter.

I saw their final tower at the same time, the female swordsman Kroeich Myrke, who should have been lying in bed, gently rubbed his short hair on his head, and pressed his face firmly against the handle of the waist:

"Miranda Arend, Cohen Karabyan," Crowey swept a desperate look a day before, a pair of shrewd and sharp eyes, cast into his own two periods, the tone was chilly, no Hesitantly:

"Because it is suspected of sneaking into Longyan City..."

Cohen and Miranda are sinking in their hearts.

If you pretend to be a girl, continue: "With the Star Mission, you will conspiring to murder the city, and you will be the lord of Conclave."

Wye’s face suddenly changed dramatically.

"And assassination of the king, Nun Walton..."

This time, the three stars in the field were all shocked!

what?

Croce's words without feelings continue:

"The conspiracy launched a coup in Exeter..."

"You have been arrested!"

Crowey finished speaking and looked at them coldly.

Every time she said one, Cohen and Miranda had a pale face.

Wyah bit her lip tightly.

Miranda quietly watched the same period of training under the same teacher, his face complex.

Cohen was wide-eyed and kept shaking his head. It seems that he can't believe everything in front of him.

"Let's put down the weapon, and you will be shackled," said Kroai, who stood in front of a hundred soldiers. His face was unchanged, and his sword was in his hand.

"The rebel is dead."

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"It’s a white-guard squad that picks one of the best," in the applause, a rough middle-aged aristocrat, dressed up in front of the crowd, stood in front of the tales and the Whiteblade Guard. "So smart and vigilant, the Dragon Guard is well deserved."

The Whiteblade Guards frowned and exchanged their stunned eyes.

But no one is as big as the prince of the stars.

"you."

Taylors tried to control his breathing.

He raised his gaze and looked straight at the man standing in the crowd.

The strange and familiar person.

The mood is complex and subtle.

Such results are both unexpected and irrefutable.

"It's you."

Taylor took a deep breath and unconsciously clenched the hand of the little slipper.

The girl looked at him worriedly.

"It's you, from the very beginning, deliberately, by escorting my name, transporting the army to the vicinity of Longyan City."

"I secretly sneak in and hide in the dark."

Taylors only felt the throat dry and dumb, and it was hard to say:

"It’s this moment."

The rough aristocrats on the opposite side gave off a disdainful sneer, but the cold face had a lack of expression.

"And just, the person who hired the assassin," Taylors scalp numbly turned back and looked at the dead King Nunn, and closed his eyes with difficulty: "It's also you."

The breathing of the Whiteblade Guards has gradually increased.

The other side was silent, holding a lot of old scabbards on the waist and not talking.

"Is it."

Tyres opened his eyes and stared at the people in front of him.

The other party still does not say a word.

Until the Star Prince took a deep breath, in the chaos and pain, spit out the name of the other person:

"Respected Dasha Grand Duke..."

"His Lord Chaman?"

Rough armored aristocrats - Rumba's eyes moved, and he cast a sharp eye and looked straight at Taylors.

Taylors only felt that his heart was extremely cold.

A silence.

The eyes of the White Blades are full of anger and hatred.

The eyes of the black sand collar army are all indifferent and killing.

Until the rough middle-aged aristocrat - Chaman Lombard's low and heavy voice sounded like a thunder.

"It’s a pity," I saw the black-browed brows lifted up and said coldly: "The great king of nature, Nunn Walton, how he died unexpectedly tonight."

"He should stay in the Palace of the Spirit."

Tyres squeezed his fist and he felt: the little slick began to tremble again.

"You know, he is my mother's brother, my loved one."

Rumba narrowed his eyes and stepped forward to the place two meters away from them, looking at the corner surrounded by the angry White Blade Guards.

"Lost my loved ones - it makes me very sad."

Chaman Rumba took his sword from the worn-out old scabbard from the waist.

"Hey!"

The sword that was once sent to his brother’s chest by his duel in the duel.

The "order officer" looked at Dagong's movements and waved gently.

The atmosphere of the sword is like an instant ignited.

"puff!"

The black sand collar soldiers in the first row took a step forward murderously.

Although the number of the White Blade Guards is scarce, they are short and short, and the left-handed arm shield on the long knife.

"Retreat, the traitors of the black sand collar," the senior white-guard guard warned: "Otherwise you will taste the anger of the white blade."

However, the soldiers of the black sand collar were unmoved.

"Okay," the leader of the orderly officer said with a smile: "We have been waiting for a long time, the great men of Wangdu."

The atmosphere is getting tighter.

"Can we talk about it, Lord Dagong?"

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked at the Grandpa of Lombard in a complex look, looking at the disparity in the number of people in the field: "About things tonight... maybe there are other ways to solve it."

Chaman Rumba turned his head gently.

He looked at the Star Prince without hesitation, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

It seems to be watching a body.

"Have you forgotten, Your Royal Highness?" Rumba's grandfather raised his brows, his face was like an accumulation of ice: "I didn't talk to you."

The little slicker was afraid to hide behind the taylor.

"Unfortunately……"

The second prince frowned and looked at each other incredulously.

He remembered their first meeting.

I saw that Lombard did not move, and slowly shook his head: "Children can't drink."

Ugh.

Taylor closed his eyes and exhaled a breath.

Damn it.

The next second, the black sand Dagong gently pressed his sword, spit out a breath, his eyes were bottomless deep cold.

"The action is neat," Dagong said with a blank expression to his army: "Do not leave a living mouth."

"Especially the boy."

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