Chapter 302 fights

In the afternoon, Tyres grabbed the shield of the sword and walked out of the blood garden. He was accompanied by the guard and the attendant to the training ground.

He walked under the floor tiles, walked through every step, walked through the grass and trees of the Yingling Palace, and looked at a palace guard or a grandfather who was shaped like a sculpture or a sinister god. He watched them do their duty to open the way for themselves. And guarding.

These things...

these people……

this place……

And I.

Tyres gently bite his teeth.

"What is it, Your Highness?"

Tyres came back and looked at Huai Ya doubtfully: "What happened?"

"From yesterday, you are..." The prince's attendant looked worried. He looked around and whispered: "Especially after talking to the people in the black sand collar."

At the foot of Tyres, he stopped and he stopped.

As the prince suddenly stopped, the surrounding Dagong guards seemed to feel abnormal. They spontaneously opened up the formation, pressed the weapons, and held any entrances and exits that could protrude from the outside of the courtyard into the prince.

Of course, the opposite direction is the same.

"His Royal Highness Prince?" Lord Justin's question came from the guard.

Tyres frowned.

The omnipresent escort, the past made him feel at ease, and now...

After the dramatic changes six years ago, he never felt that the current scene was so glaring.

"It will be a little while, Lord, say a few words." Taylors raised his hand.

Lord Justin waved in the distance and the atmosphere around him relaxed. .

The prince turned back and smirked a smile at Wyatt.

“So obvious?”

It seems that I still need to practice more.

By the side of Wyatt, Rolf made an unclear snoring, compared to a gesture:

[Good. 】

Tyres raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Then I will be relieved."

Wye looked at the communication between the two and sighed: "Others may not see it, but..."

He frowned and looked at the prince with anxiety, not to say anything more.

Taylor smiled helplessly.

"Wai Ya, Midila," the prince called the names of the two men, slammed the sword on the ground and sighed: "Have you experienced this scene? When you wake up one day, you suddenly discover that your long-time allies, It may be your enemy."

Wyatt stunned and he looked sharply around.

Instead, Rolf snorted and said:

[Look at my legs. 】

Tyres looked at the hatred in the eyes of the wind, and could not help but squeeze his brow.

"Relax, Midila," he shook his head. "You have made a choice and don't have to live for the past."

Rolf did not speak, just stared at him.

"Your current state is very worrying to me, Your Highness," Wyah's expression is more and more ugly: "If we can share your concerns..."

"Waia." Taylors interrupted him.

The prince showed a bitter and yet leisurely smile: "I remember you said: Every time you say goodbye, you will not miss our life?"

Wyatt is slightly decapitated: "From my teacher, she is a respectable person."

“Yeah,” said Tyres, chewing on the sentence, smirking and posing a pretty expression:

"Life is wonderful, it really shouldn't be missed."

The attendant officer and the ghost of the wind are all in one.

"Putty?" the prince asked calmly.

Wye frowned: "He has his own business and went out early in the morning."

"Yes..." Taylors sinked for a few seconds and then looked up: "Ready."

Wyatt is confused: "What are you going to do?"

Tyres shook his head: "Don't ask."

"No matter what is going to happen, don't panic," he sighed. "I believe in me, trust your prince."

Under the reaction of the two men, the second prince took a deep breath and regained his footsteps and walked to the training ground.

The Dagong guards in droves have been able to keep up, and the movements are neat and the pace is simple.

On the training ground, a neatly dressed nephew raised the axe on his hand and squinted at the rails that had just arrived:

"I heard that you had trouble again for Brisbane yesterday - in Longyan City, leisurely talking to the people in the black sand collar?"

Tyres adjusted his breathing, while moving his joints, while calmly looking at the pale man in front of him.

Comet.

Take away the life of Horace's comet.

What kind of person is he?

The prince remembered the arrogance of the other party when he intercepted him outside Longyan City. When he threatened him in the Yingling Palace, he was fierce and fierce. When he watched the scene in the hero hall, he was ruthless, and when he was alone in front of the gate, he was alone. Tenacious and heroic.

In his eyes, what kind of existence do I have?

And now...

"Long Haocheng has enough troubles for himself. I don't have to ask for trouble at all." Tyres warmed up and walked on the training field with no expression. Just a few steps away from them, Selma has already begun. The practice of dagger self-defense.

The comet squinted: "Yeah, because you are a big problem yourself."

"Hey," Tyres snorted, raised the shield, knocked on the shield, and put on a starting hand: "I forgive you generously, Lord Lord, maybe I will miss you one day. Smelly mouth."

Nie Lai made a slight glimpse and immediately raised his mouth: "You have a special kind today."

"Come on," said Tyles in a calm voice, but his eyes were dignified and whispered: "This is the moment when you and I play against each other. Don't care."

The next moment, the comet's axe was attacked like a thunder!

Tyres, who had expected this, calmly observed the other's footsteps and was not confused by the attack.

He stepped back and did not rush to grab it, but steadily resisted the second wave of attacks hidden under this axe.

Boom!

Tyres held the other's axe blade and opened his mouth: "Hah, as long as you master the rules, your direction is not so difficult to hide... oh!"

With the sorrow of the prince, Niely did not care to take back his axe handle: "You are dead."

"It's the power of the end," braved the cold sweat, and the face of the tales biting his teeth, screaming and vomiting two words:

"True."

"Pay attention to your footsteps," Nie Lai moved his single-edged axe and replied indifferently: "I haven't used the 'Fate of Destiny' yet. It's just a starter - the end of power is more than just A moment of life-saving straw, it will shape the fighting style of people in a long time."

The painful Thales licked his abdomen and stepped back and forth: "Is this your style? The action that floats and drifts, can't be predicted?"

"There is only one in the North," Nie Lai has a faint arrogance, the axe swings out of his hand, and magically turns suddenly on the road, turns back to the left, and makes a roundabout on his wrist. It was firmly grasped by the owner: "You should be honored, because most of the people who have seen it are dead."

Tyres spits a breath, relieves the pain in the abdomen, frowns at each other, and squeezes out a bad-looking smile: "So, the former guard of the king of Nunn, the commander of the white blade... even in the battle, you Also very good at acting, getting used to fraud, right?"

Niele's face changed slightly.

"There is still leisure to provoke opponents. It seems that you are very confident."

"In the past, you have died thirty times, and the training is over, but today I am in a good mood," the comet looked at Tyres coldly and snorted: "How about relaxing to a hundred times."

He looked up slowly and raised his axe slowly.

Just at this time.

"They know."

Tyres squats on the sword, leaning against the shield, intentionally or unintentionally.

Nie Lai brows slightly: "They? Know what?"

The prince took a breath and looked up at the comet in front of him.

"They already know," said Tyres, solemnly looking at Niely's sharp eyes: "Know Selma Alex Suril Walton, not the real Walton blood. ""

At that moment, the area around them seemed to have been frozen for a while.

Niely’s eyes paused in the air for a few seconds, his lips were light, and his pale face trembled.

Tyres patted his shield and looked back at him calmly but without worry.

"You mean..." The comet's face was ugly, but he quickly responded: "Yesterday, the black sand collar?"

"That is what they told you?"

Tyres nodded in a blank expression.

Nie Lai looked at him with his eyes open, and he couldn't move, even the heavy axe was dead in the air.

His expression, like a solitary sailor sailing in the sea, just found out that his bottom was leaking.

"The only thing that is fortunate is that," Taylor looked at the face of the comet and spit out a sigh of relief: "He won't easily use this to marry us."

In the face of doubts and worried Nie Lai, Tels gently tapped his shield: "The female Dagong is one of the people who chose the king, and it is a crucial vote for the new king. The election of the king is legal and effective."

"Once she is out of her blood, the crown of King Chaman will also be crumbling - this is the only reason we are still safe."

Niely seems to have not recovered from the shock she just had, he murmured: "So to speak..."

Taylors nodded heavily. "The situation is like us. - There is a sword on the throat of the Dragon and the Black Sand Collar. The hilt is held in the hands of each other and can destroy each other at any time."

The silence lasted for a long time.

Until Taylors stepped on without warning, the shield leaned forward and the sword stabbed!

clang!

Nie Lai, who is in the middle of the gods, still has terrible instincts and consciousness. He is at the astonishing speed, and he opens the sword of Tyres, then spins up and bends the elbow against the shield of the prince!

Tyres’s hand was shocked and a flower was in front of him.

thump!

There was a slight exclamation in the crowd watching the war.

When Taylors reacted in pain, he saw that he had been overwhelmed by the comet and the sword shield was removed.

And the handle of the handle of Nie Lai's hand was on the chest of Tyres.

"Lumba and Black Sand Collar," Nie Lai's strength continued to increase, and he bit his teeth close to Tyre's ears:

"How did they know?"

Tyres twisted his face and forced his throat out of the range of the handle.

“Cambida mentioned the darkroom,” the prince struggled to squeeze out the words from his teeth: “I guess, Mrs. Kashan has not been idle for a few years...”

Boom!

Nie Lai took a cold punch and squatted on the floor on the side of Teres, and took advantage of him to get up from him.

"How is it possible?" Niely frowned, reaching out to Tyres, who couldn't breathe on the ground.

Tyres gasped for two breaths, but he still stared at the face of the comet.

you know.

That year, you know very well: The Red Witch knows this secret.

But your reaction is "how is it possible"?

The suspicion in the heart deepened and Tyres took a deep breath.

"I recognize your expression and I am familiar with it," the prince grabbed Nie Lai's hand and took the opportunity to stand up: "That is surprise and doubt."

Tyres patted the dust, covered his head and dipped his head:

"But it is not worry and tension."

"You still seem to be full of confidence, not too worried, Lord Niely."

Nie Lai’s breath was a little bit: "What are you talking about?"

"You remind me of six years ago, Lord Niely," Taylors repeatedly called the official title of the comet, and unconsciously tightened the dignified atmosphere: "When we and the old king and the female grandfather, When witnessing that scene in the Hall of Heroes together, it should not be possible to have a fifth person."

Tyres sighed, and he picked up his sword, intentionally or unintentionally:

“In theory, no one else should know the secret of ‘small slicker’.”

Nie Lai handed the axe to his left hand and his eyes slowly became terrible.

"What do you want to suggest?"

Tyres snorted and bowed his head:

"Do you remember? It was still six years ago, when we met Mrs. Kashan in the secret road under the gate..."

The brows of the comet are getting tighter and tighter.

"In so many people, you are the only one who has had a secret deal with the Darkroom, the Red Witch, Mrs. Kashan, Serri Nielai."

Tyres sighed and his eyes remained on the other's face, and he refused to let go of the details: "The content of your transaction has been suspicious. And yesterday, the black sand collar knew the truth of the female grandfather through the dark room."

laugh!

Nie Lai's axe blade was cut on the sand.

The pale face of the comet has an abnormal red color, his eyes are focused, and the tone is full of dangerous atmosphere:

"You are doubting me?"

The one who greeted him was that Teres had no mercy and rushed his hands!

Ti final, liquid wears three, and is the kind of Chinese team that has no power to fight back...

I said that my mood is stable.

(End of this chapter)