Chapter 358 is dead here.

Under the sun, the two opposing people silently faced each other.

One person snorted and was weak.

One person stood up and his heart shook.

Finally, Tells breathed a sigh of relief: his sequelae caused by the forced use of the prison river, slowly subsided.

Contrast six years ago, every time the sin of the prison river came, he couldn’t move and fainted - Tyres smiled gratifiedly.

Look.

Although I can't improve...

But proficiency and habits can still be done.

Six years ago, in the catastrophe of Longyan City, Black Sword, the terrible man who was able to compete with the magician told Teres: The sin of the prison river can exist in any form, and it can be said to be the ultimate end of power.

For a long time, Taylors did not have the opportunity to practice this sentence.

Until he was in an outdoor training class, after Nielai Lai knocked him down again, he accidentally opened the **** of the senses, and observed the end of the needle-like silver-tailed body in the other side.

And try to call for the sin of the prison river, imitating the magical end of the power - the fate of the fold.

Now, Taylors looks at the enemies in front of him, and smiles hard: six years of deliberate Tibetan mastiff, and finally played its due effect.

Under the sun, Nie Lai, who was horrified, could not move.

It seems to have fallen into the biggest confusion of this life.

I saw the comet's body stiff and incredulously gasping: "How come... that's it, it's me on the battlefield... It's only on the battlefield, I can wake up occasionally..."

"The fate of the fold... even the name is, it is his temporary..."

"You obviously only in the training class..."

Just at this time.

Tyres roared!

"Ah!"

He slammed his long sword and slammed into Nilailai!

Nie Lai's slight tremor, although still immersed in shock, but the battle consciousness of countless exercises, let him react without any delay.

"boom!"

Nie Lai chilled his arms and opened the fist of Tyres.

The next moment, the comet's hands are out!

"Boom!"

At the end of the strong singer, the singer only felt a pain in his chest. The momentum of the rush was stagnant. In the next second, Nixley’s Rising Sun Knife appeared on his throat.

After a lapse of six years, I felt the faint coolness of the same weapon attached to the same part. The weak tyros could only sigh slowly.

"what happened?"

Nie Lai took back the shock. He looked at the prince in front of him coldly: "The fate of the fold... It is completely different from the end of any system exercise. You can't learn it from any swordsmanship or moves! ”

The breeze smashed through this quiet world, scraping through the rocks, bringing a whistling roar, and sporadic birds in the distance.

"Hah," Tyres smiled and said: "Is it so strange?"

"after all……"

He leisurely raised his trembling hand and played the blade in front of his neck as if it were just a pleasant outing.

"I am a high-profile person under the door of the comet, and I will be beaten once a week... good student."

Nie Lai’s expression was cold.

He took back the blade and raised the collar of Tyres.

"I finally warned you once..."

At this moment, Taylor suddenly raised his finger and interrupted him.

"Hey--hey," said Teres, with a smile of relief, as if he was listening attentively:

"The bird is called - it is the voice of the ashes."

Nie Lai has a slight glimpse.

"what?"

But in a flash, Nie Laiwu blew a terrible feeling of trepidation!

The face of the comet has changed dramatically!

That is the intuition that the warriors who have fought in battles have.

He is subconsciously turning around!

But Taylors doesn't think so.

The pre-prepared prince raised his hands abruptly and clasped the shoulders of the comet!

Don't let him leave the place!

Nie Lai, who turned halfway, was suddenly buckled and his face changed sharply: "You-"

He did not say anything.

A terrible muffled sound suddenly appeared in the ears of two people:

"laugh!"

Taylors was pleased to see that with the sound of the sound, Nie Lai in front of him slammed and the surface was stiff.

The expression of the comet's expression is distorted from shock and into anger, and then from 狰狞 to anger!

"boom!"

He punched his left hand and did not spare any force. He hit the chest in Tyres!

The prince was slammed like a sandbag and slammed down.

Subsequently, Nie Lai's knees with a distorted expression were soft and fell to the ground!

The comet seemed to stiffen his right body, and the Rising Sun Knife was unable to break away from his palm and fell to the ground.

He shuddered at Zhang's development of Qing's lips, making a crazy and painful roar:

"Oh ah -"

The comet's left hand is slamming and punching, hitting a big hit and beating on the rocks around him!

"Boom!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

With a punch and a fist, Nie Lai squatting on the ground, like a hate with the rock around him, slamming the ground, screaming and screaming: "Ah--"

It seems as if you are enduring any pain.

Thales spit out a blood, endured the pain in his chest, and licked his head.

He was pleased to see that on the back of the comet, a thin arrow suddenly appeared.

The fine arrow fell deep into Nie Lai's right back, wearing a sharp arrow on his chest, and dripping blood.

I saw the comet slammed up, the **** eyes shot a terrible flame, and roared:

"Ah, ah - Ned Monty!"

"You are a bitch!"

His snoring spread on the rocky ground and echoed between the cracks.

I don't know when the bird has disappeared.

Only stay in the wind.

Taylor took a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and completely lowered his heart.

In this duel with Niele, he won.

Seize every factor and hold every chip...

Tyres painfully coughed up a bite of blood and then laughed.

Yes, this duel, the prince's only chance of victory is: Nie Lai's opponent, never more than him alone.

The roar of the comet turned into a painful sorrow and sorrow. He tried to reach out and grab the arrow - but the position of the wound was too rough, and Nilailai could not touch it.

"Hey..."

I don't know which rock is behind, there is a familiar gong that is very familiar to both of them, hoarse and sullen: "Be careful, Lord Nielai, don't mess, especially the right hand - that is a barbed arrow."

"The more you move, the more you hurt."

The hidden man gave a low laugh.

Nie Lai, who was kneeling on the ground, still shivered his right arm. He held his left hand on the ground, licking his red eyes and biting his teeth: "Big mouth!"

"You can't run away!"

"We will tear you apart!"

Monty's cold laughter came again from behind the rocks where I don't know where: "Oh? You?"

"You are talking about Lum and Galla as supporters for the whistle outside the northern half."

"Or the northeast, the two new guards I don't know?"

Nie Lai’s eyes are stagnation.

Monty, hidden in the dark, laughed loudly: "Don't worry, I have 'take care of' the four of them - and leave a mark for the people who are behind, they won't come here."

The comet slammed and the heart was cold:

"Caring?"

Tyres gasped in pain, feeling a little better, struggling to sit up and reach for his sword shield.

There was a whistle around.

Monty's voice is suddenly and far away, and seems to be moving: "Stab, you said that you have strengthened the Guard's investigation and scout training, reducing the content of the front against the enemy, right?"

Nie Lai once again tried to reach out to the wound, but eventually failed, only to make a painful embarrassment.

"Thank you very much - the soldiers are not stunned," Monty’s voice carries a heart-rending rhythm: "I saved a lot of things when I intercepted."

"Ah!" Niely screamed in anger and slammed the ground.

Monty's laughter is intermittent, but anyone can hear the sinister and unscrupulous inside.

"Fortunately, the guards still use the scouts that ‘the coward’ Laeken passed down...”

"Guess what, within a hundred miles, the most clear, most familiar, and most familiar to Lycan's twelve scout formations, so in the shortest possible time, with the fastest speed, on the way to intercept them - who is it?"

Speaking of this, somewhere came a laughter:

"Ha ha ha ha ha -"

Tyres frowned slightly.

"Monty!"

Nielai’s eyes are getting more and more scary.

The double pain of the heart and the body, tormented him enough, gnashing his teeth: "You a **** raised by a bitch..."

A long sigh came, it seems that the crow is sighing.

"Yeah, thorn," he seems to be a pity: "Now, I am with you."

The comet who was kneeling on the ground squeezed his fist.

"Cough... that..." At this time, Tells coughed softly: "You forgot me?"

The voices of the Death Crow and the Comet are ringing, and you are welcome:

"To shut up!"

Tyres raised his eyebrows, closed his mouth, and continued to climb to find his weapon.

The noon has passed and the sun begins to go west.

"Listen, thorns."

"This is the barren land of the city of Qiyuan, the border of Exeter, and some south is a terrible desert." Monty’s voice screamed coldly: "It is very dangerous to faint in the wild."

Nie Lai made a low roar.

"Give this boy to me and let me take him to pray for the city," said the dead crow:

"We are both clear, and Lum, four of them can live."

"How is this proposal?"

Tyres’s expression changed.

The air is quiet for a while.

For a moment, only Nimule and Tyres’s gasps.

“Proposal?” The comet slammed up, staring vigilantly, examining almost every rock in his body.

"why."

"Why do you want him - do you want this prince?"

There was a strange smile from Monty around.

"You know very well that he will play a key role in the battle between the city of Qiyuan and the Freedom League."

The words of the dead crow are fierce:

"We need him, more than your Dragon City."

"Don't stop our way."

Tyres scratched his head with a headache.

Old play bones Monty, you are enough wow!

Another silence.

"Big mouth," only listened to Nilai's low opening:

"Do you remember 18 years ago?"

The sound behind the rock was silent for a while.

"I don't want to tell you about it."

Monty’s voice came cold and cold: “You know that I hate this the most.”

But at this time, Nie Lai, who was only snarling and snarled, looked up and laughed.

Very strange, this time, the death crow did not interrupt him.

"That year."

The comet seems to laugh enough, and the faint voice: "The princes and couples were assassinated. Under the wrath of the first king, the White Blade Guard was punished."

Tyres scalp tightly - he heard this again.

Just listen to Nie Lai's weak and authentic: "Old Coleman took responsibility for my acting captain, and resigned, Isaiah was disheartened, left the guard, and many brothers were implicated - and you, Monti At that time, you were out of other missions, and rushed back to Longyan City overnight to fight for them."

"There is no fruit in the negotiations. You simply don't even give the king's face. The next day, he dropped the white blade and left the city."

Monty did not speak.

There is still only the sound of the wind that has been scratched in the air, and it is sorrowful and sad.

Nie Lai laughed out loud.

"No, big mouth, from the time of youth, you secretly take me to start, I will know your character."

"You are not the kind at all. If you can say a word to the lord, you can run the broken leg before the horse, even if it is a king."

"Not to mention that in order to pray for the city's grandfather, all the way from the chaotic stone to chase here," Nie Lai's voice with a touch of mourning: "No, you are not."

The comet slammed straight up and looked around fiercely:

"Ned Monty."

The death crow is still silent.

But Taylors frowned.

"But now I understand," Nie Lai's anger turned into a sneer: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha, you, you!"

"you!"

His voice contains indescribable resentment, echoing between the rocks.

Spread and go.

After a few seconds, finally, Monty, hidden in the dark, spoke quietly.

"Thornhead," said the death crow:

"What do you know?"

Nilailai snorted.

He took a sigh of relief and sighed long, and the pain in his chest and back made him frown from time to time.

But Niely still bites the root and whispers:

"Lord Ned Monti..."

"A few days ago, as the so-called first officer, you came to Longyan City earlier than any other person, than the official mission of Qiyuan City."

"Listen to the political day, when the overall situation has been fixed, you brought the news of the Star Kingdom's movement at the border, and arched the prince to the stage."

Tyres gently closed his eyes.

The death crow did not say a word.

Nie Lai’s words are still going on, every word, every word, with a deeper and deeper chill:

"The female servant protects the little prince, but you ignite at the crucial time, forcing Long Yucheng to send him to the city of Qiyuan."

"After the prince’s disappearance, at the same time as the city of Longyan, you even rushed earlier than us as a local snake and intercepted him."

"Hehehehe..."

The comet sneered: "Everything you have done in the past few days, let me know you, and I can't understand it... In order to pray for the city, you are too hard to do it. This game You are too coincident with the key, right?"

Monty interrupted him.

"You don't understand," the words of the dead crow seem to have some emotions: "Stabbing, you don't understand."

Boom!

Nielly, a seriously injured, punched the ground!

"Yes, I don't understand!"

He yelled: "But I understand now!"

The eyes of the comet have never been so terrible. They are even more terrible than seeing Rumba in the past: "Thanks to this little prince, he just reminded me: I am a little secret."

Tyres looks stiff.

The air calmed down at that moment.

Nie Lai’s voice was so rushing that he almost gnashed his teeth and said the following: "Eighteen years ago, the princes of Suril were assassinated, and the assassin of the stars entered the uninhabited territory. No one saw him sneak in. The tight guard of the White Blade Guard is ineffective."

No one responded to him.

In addition to the wind.

"Do not!"

The comet screamed: "Six years ago, even the heroes like Lenba had to rely on disasters to lead us and weaken us - because he knows that every one of the White Blades, the assassin’s grasp is less, the coup It may be a low point."

"And the assassin 18 years ago, can circumvent the elite defense of hundreds of white-bladed guards, plan carefully, and successfully assassinate the prince of the first power of Westland?"

At this moment, Nielai's face is extremely distorted.

"There is only one possibility."

His left fist is getting tighter and tighter: "The Whiteblade Guard... has a traitor."

There is still no response in the air.

Tyres lowered his eyes and looked down at the ground.

Niely is almost biting each word out of the gap: "Over the years, I have suspected a lot of people: Byrne Myrke, who personally protects the prince, the first Coleman who was there that day. Justin, who was patrolling the perimeter, even suspected Isaiah, who was responsible for protecting the black sand consortium..."

The comet said that he took a deep breath.

The rocks are still silent.

It seems that even the stream must be cut off.

"But you just reminded me, old friend."

Nilailai said that there is a blazing flame in his eyes that seems to be painful and hateful:

"In the White Blade Guards of the year, especially in the day when Prince Suril was assassinated... The most clear internal situation, the most understanding of the scouting formation, the best at avoiding reconnaissance, the most familiar with the defense loopholes, the most convenient for the assassin..."

"It's actually a guy who is not at the scene."

"An expert in hiding and assassination."

"A lurking in Exeter, lurking in Longyan City, lurking beside the king, lurking in the White Blade Guard for a whole decade..."

"Star spy."

The air is still too quiet to be quiet.

No one answered him.

As if everything around me is in eternal silence.

The comet is still on the ground.

But he has no longer managed to control the arrow behind him, but he is trembling, his eyes are struggling, his face is slightly twitching.

It’s like screaming, and it’s like screaming.

His eyes are extremely complicated: disgust, pain, regret, resentment, sadness, sadness, despair... endless, mixed.

In the end, Niely trembled and took a deep breath.

The coldest air in the midsummer.

Thinking of this, Tyres could not help but shiver.

"What do you say?"

The comet whispered to the people behind the rock: "Big mouth, Ned, Monty... Join me in the White Blade Guard... the swearing brother."

The commander of the former White Blade Guard, Lord Serre Niely’s voice became more and more dull.

Finally, he restored his expression to the coldest, most indifferent, most ruthless, most competent version:

"Or, I should call you..."

"From the Star Secrets - Death Crow?"

Taylors gently grabbed his long sword.

He sighed slightly in the angle that no one saw.

silence.

Still silent.

"Speak, Monty," Niely was plain and plain, as if he had to say something that was irrelevant:

"Tell me, I am wrong."

"tell me."

Another breeze blew.

The whistling between the cracks of the rock is getting sad.

Still silent.

Endless silence.

Until a less harmonious voice broke this silence:

嚓 嚓 - the sound of the bow and string winding.

"You know, about the proposal just now - I changed my mind."

The voice of the Death Crow came, and it sounded smooth and leisurely.

"Stabbed..."

But this time, his words were murdered with chilling haze:

"You are dead here."

Without a sword, a pair of bloodshot naked eyes snarled: What about your ticket? What about rewards? What about the monkeys I gave birth to? tell me!

By a tired face without a sword

(End of this chapter)