My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 439: Sword Emperor

PS: I'm doing a big death...

PS1: Sincerely begging for reward... begging for reward... this month's reward for fewer pit fathers... I guess I'll have to work well next month = =... if I work well... I don't have 5,000 words a day...

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Mikasa is fast, but there's someone faster than her.

With a thin sword, the other side came as fast as the wind and rubbed a knife in front of the man, blocking Mikasa.

The other sword is thin, but can block the tooth knife... Mikasa squeezed her eyes all over her muscles and pressed them down gently.

The tiles beneath each other went into it.

Cracks like spider webs spread across all sides, the other side groaned, then chewed on his teeth and waved his sword to force Mikasa back - for reasons less powerful than Mikasa, which led him to use magic directly.

Kerall noticed that his wind blade was used much faster than Mikasa's.

A second or so, that is, Mikasa's time for an accelerated surgery, is the speed of the attack.

That's a big difference.

Wind blade surgery is the furthest distance of 150 meters, although the accuracy is not guaranteed, but it is also a spell with enough killing power. Magic is not simple. It is also highly likely to cause tearing sustained blood loss injury due to abrasion, and places such as paddle arteries can also directly cause death.

So because of the speed of release, which is about half a metre across, wind blade surgery is often used as a last resort.

However, the other party's means were obviously not so good, Mikasa's body stretched out to avoid several wind blades, and one person confronted the three people and pulled the distance.

“You go first, the secret won't be discovered. I'll finish her off.” The man who blocked Mikasa Sword Feng was wearing a mask with long, long hair behind the mask. As can be seen, his body was long, his muscles were strong, obviously the type of strong flesh, as for magic.

Mikasa was not here long enough to use magic to evaluate the opponent, but Keiral had already evaluated her, not his level, but he was still strong, equipped with a conductor and then combined with the magic martial arts, should be a thousand people to cut the rank.

Mikasa is getting a little tired.

Although martial arts do not fall into the downwind, with magic, that is the chemical formula reaction, Mikasa will never be an opponent.

But not in a hurry.

Kerall smiled and looked at the two people who jumped directly from the second floor into the open space, both of whose faces he had written down and would be useful in the future.

Those two are not combatants, or less powerful than the two upstairs, so Kerall doesn't care.

Originally standing at the main entrance, Kerall walked slowly towards the entrance, and the sword trite sounded great and pleasant, but for two people in battle, it was a life-and-death confrontation, and the masters competed on the line.

The other side of the wind blade didn't dare to send it again. A fine sword is like silver practice, but the other side's sword is fast, Mikasa will force him to fear.

All the characters rushed out between life and death fighting. Demons, awakeners, and strong soldiers have not killed each other. Mikasa, who came out of such a bitter cold place in the Knights' mainland, was born with a fighting atmosphere. In the face of the other party's silver practice Mikasa, Mikasa without a double knife did not go backwards at any slower speed than he did. For a moment, Mikasa in front of the deception did have a number of wounds cut out by the other, but the same Mikasa's double-knife also began to be sworn.

When the sound keeps coming, if they can seize an opportunity to counter magic, Mikasa will be able to cut him into three segments the next second.

Keiral still underestimated Mikasa.

How can Mikasa give her time to release her if she knows she can do it?

You can already see in the battle that the opponent is faster than she is, and now if she doesn't want to get tired of running, she has to shoot the opponent out!

The quality of Mikasa's body hanging in one breath is simply not comparable. A little girl who was able to live in a bitter cold place at the age of five and walked thousands of kilometres to town, then lived for six months herself, was finally adopted, and died, and started off on a martial arts route.

If it doesn't sound right, what does Kerall feed them for?

Murder.

Unlike the Camelot Knights, the Roman Heavy Infantry, the Macedonian Light Infantry, and the Uma Heavy Shield, this group of children raised by Kerall from childhood to childhood is perhaps the most professional and competent killing weapon of the century.

Even medical lectures are about how to kill a person in the shortest possible time, and the children who can instantly die by stabbing them through the ribs in the back are only the second profession in intelligence.

Their first occupation is murder!

So...

This woman is evil!!

The sword dynasty Reinhardt has aspired to avenge the Kingdom of Libel since its extermination. In fact, one of his brilliant moves has been to contact a large group of people who are blind to the Kingdom of Libel and a group of enemies of the Kingdom of Libel.

And then...

Bingo!

The king against the king against the general, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, that's it!

But today, during the tripartite talks, this woman who suddenly plunged in was evil!

Fast, but no match for herself, but then this woman went mad like a lunatic, as if she didn't need to breathe, she was a lunatic!

The sweat dropped on his face, not that he didn't think to use magic, magic matched his close combat power, he hardly ever touched the enemy, but the other side refused to let him use it!

The other party's breath is like constant river water, he has changed his breath of seven or eight defensemen, the other party can still maintain this breath of aggression, is this woman a monster?!

For the first time in his life, Reinhardt creates fear of a person.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft...” The man walked over clapping his hands and shook his head softly and sighed: “Wow, wow, this is the first time I've ever seen someone fight Mikasa so hard! ”

Are you an idiot? What's wrong with this crazy woman? She's trying so hard!

Thinking about these things, Mikasa cut them on his arm, and instantly a tiny mouth appeared on his arm.

This mouth was not even as much damage to Mikasa as he had just done with a bunch of silver practice, but it was the first time Mikasa had hurt him firmly. Mikasa's morale increased dramatically, and the whole person was like a tiger, and then one knife was stabbing, the other knife was blocking, one attack, one defense, and the end was incredibly stable.

When Reinhardton screamed bitterly, his speed would not have been weak with him, and if he hadn't been given the chance to do his magic, he and her would have ended up together.

And the other side had a companion and a helper, and for the first time Reinhardt felt a little reckless, so simply let the two of them leave —— even if those two blocked Kerall, one blocked Mikasa, and gave him some space to do it.

Thousands of years of hate.

He exhaled, then swung a silver drill, and if the average man faced this cold glitter of swordsmanship, he probably hid.

But Mikasa is not an ordinary person - when facing the demon's finger gun, the most troublesome thing is to back off. You don't know how long the other party's attack range is. If you want to back off, you will probably get stabbed by the rest of the stabbed finger gun, but if you rush forward, the other party will take the finger gun back and stab it. When the demon stabs again, it is estimated that their heads will be cut off.

So Mikasa knew the worst thing about fighting was not to flush, not to retreat, hesitate, wrap around.

So, moving forward, the surprise was extremely decisive, causing Reinhardt to make a heavy cut. His intentions were all seen by the other party, and the other party bit urgently and...

He gave the other person a chance to ventilate the moment he left, and now the other person's morale is shaking again, so much so... it's terrible!

The man said something to the woman that she didn't know what country, and then the woman stopped chasing!

Such a great situation that the other side gave up pursuit because of loyalty!

Surely, whatever the country is, it's stupid and stupid. With a sneering swordsman in the corner of his mouth, he's going to step back onto the balcony, and then either use magic or get out of here is a first-class way.

He broke through the already broken glass window with a cold smile and appeared on the balcony.

But something seems wrong?!

Kerall gently pointed, like thousands of white giant snakes, hundreds of thousands, tens of thousands of light chains laying heavenly cover from the outside, inside, below to each other, Ryanhart instantly scared the white face, this guy... Holy Ten!

Damn it!

Run!

The battle experience of Sword Dynasty Lanehart is not necessarily abundant. As a southbound runner, Lanehart, who has seen so many people, has also seen Holy Ten. Fortunately, having seen a Holy Ten strike, he has made up his mind that he will never fight any Holy Ten in his life.

Because it's naked!

So in the face of one battle force and one self, and another magic creates far beyond one's enemies, Reinhardt immediately made a decision and ran!

Kerall laughed.

Run away! The resolute eyes of Reinhardt burst out of his sword like a hawk, and then began to burst into magic. With enormous magic all over him, he instantly unleashed enormous magic. His elongated, elongated sword instantly turned into a very enormous giant sword and cut it across the sky. Then, the giant sword wrapped in magic broke the lock of light of a large piece of Kerall in front of him, and then rushed out like a sword.

Keiral looked at Reinhardt disappearing into the forest and laughed for a while. Of course, he didn't do everything he could, but most of the magic was scattered. He made a fishing net, and as long as he was caught in a chain, he couldn't get away with it anyway.

But the other party saw his intention to break out so resolutely in an instant...

“Awesome guy.” Keiral shook his head gently and hooked his finger to Mikasa: “Mikasa, let's go. ”

“Ha.” Mikasa saluted, then looked embarrassed: “Sorry, Your Highness, I was just...”

“Ha ha, don't worry, don't worry.” Kerall waved: “You've only been here less than a week, but the other party has been living here for years. It's right to be stronger than you in the application of magic, but in the future you'll be stronger than him before you beat him, in one-on-one combat. ”

“Yes!” said Mikasa with a smile on her proudly raised face.

“Well, it's time to go back to class.” Keiral walked out of the old school building with Mikasa and met Estelle and Joshua in a hurry, Khlos.

Looking at Keiral and Mikasa, the three of them were amazed: "Mr. Keiral, did you just do it here?” Joshua's judgment is accurate.

“Yeah, we met a very powerful enemy.” Kerall sighed softly: "Too bad he escaped. ”

Escaped... in Keral Mikasa's hands?

Everyone's face has changed color, this… how strong is the enemy?

Koros has an intuitive understanding of Mikasa's fighting power, because Mikasa's warcraft along the way is almost indispensable. Whatever the warcraft is, in other words, they can't pose a threat to Mikasa.

Joshua and Estelle, on the other hand, have a very intuitive feeling about Kerall's magic, especially at the Holy Ten level.

“Rest assured, I don't think the arsonist is the killer, as I see it.” Kerall shook his head gently and smiled.

His voice gave Joshua both a quiet sigh of relief, and Koros' eyebrows wrinkled, meaning... is it her or this country?

She frowned softly, looking at Kerall, and glanced softly at Kerall, shaking his head slightly, allowing her to hold a tummy or even depression in her stomach.

“Well, let's go to class first, and we'll talk about this later.” Keral gently persuaded.

“Well, there's some unfinished business.” Estelle nodded her head.

“Then go back.” Kerall smiled and said. He still has three “eyes” in the sky, and they can't escape his surveillance.

Several people went back to their original school buildings and avoided talking about the huge gathering of magical elements brought about by the old school buildings.

They don't say nature, and nobody asks.

Not everyone is so curious, and secrets like this, really, the more you know, the better. The children of Wang Li College know how to be wise and conservative.

So, with your silence, this thing went straight down, but every time the headmaster saw Kerall at school, he looked weird and wanted Kerall to bury him directly.

After dinner, there was silence throughout the campus, and although the magic light was lit all over the campus, it was forbidden to leave the dormitory.

There was no late self-study, except for the bugs, which were silent throughout the campus.

I don't know if it's tacit or something, but Kerall and Koros walked out of the school building after the bath, slowly joining together, walking under the campus's magic light.

“Kerall...” Koros followed Kerall quietly, but seemed a little messy.

After gently tucking the breezy hair behind his ears, he eventually opened his mouth with a complex coloring of colors.

“Excuse me, who are you?” She stopped.

Kerall, five or six steps forward, listened and turned around.

He looked directly at Colosseum, and it was a very determined, very decisive look, "is it?” Kerall smiled and looked so good, he couldn't resist: “If I gave a negative answer, would I never discuss these things with you again? ”

“Yes, I must not share these secrets with a man who may make enemies, even if he is Mr. Kerall.” Coloss is incredibly determined.

“I don't like to lie.” Kerall shrugged her shoulders gently and smiled lightly, “so there's very little I can tell you. ”

Kerall slowly walked up to Colosseum and grabbed her shoulder and looked her in the face: “I can only say that for two years, I was not your enemy. ”

“Within two years, I will help you wholeheartedly, Klaus," Kerall smiled and looked at her, close to her, both breathing, heartbeat and hearing distance.

“As for two years later...” Kerall shrugged with a smile and spat: “Who knows? ”

“Mr. Kerall...” The emotions that Coros would have scored with Kerall slowly returned to Kerall.

“Do you still call me Mr. Keiral...” Keiral's hand didn't know when to stop Khlos' waist, and the whole person put it up, and the two people whose noses were only a few millimeters away knew what was going to happen next.

The girl's eyes closed and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, heralding the restlessness of her master. Keiral watched Koros' face slowly spreading a lovely reddish expression. She had to laugh twice, then gently kissed her, like a sleeping beauty's prince.

Khloe's body tightened for a moment and then slowly became obsessed with this sweet, gentle kiss.

Her hands grabbed Kerall's collar tightly like a helpless kitten, and she began to kiss back a little bitter.

Either way, it's a royal young girl, a basic knowledge that Coloss has learned.

Keiral held the girl quietly, and then the two slowly went from standing to sitting and kissing, and the last two lay completely in the grass, not knowing who was kissing who.

When they separated, they started to breathe, and they looked at each other, and they lay together on the grass, and they laughed.

Kerall's low, graceful laughter, the silver bell-like laughter of Colosseum, echoed in the night sky for a long time, "Well, I'll tell you what their plan is tomorrow. The other side has a very detailed plan for the destruction of the Kingdom of Libel.” Kerall pinched Koros' nose and stood up smiling.

“What?! I just did it and I won't admit it.” Cross, sitting on the floor, pounding his mouth and watching Kerall speak.

“You're not" done. "Little Cross!“ Kerall smiled and patted her in the head, and they were both about a meter and a half and a meter and a seven, and Kerall could have easily patted her in the head, and now she's sitting there without pressure.

“Don't worry, there's me.” Keiral's words are incredibly handsome and reassuring. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)