The Dark King

The handsome young man's complexion changed, and Du Dean forced him with a knightly spirit. He really had no reason to flinch.Although he is an aristocrat, his knighthood is just his gilded book, but he can get this identity through layers of tests. He still has some knighthood spirit. At this moment, under the eyes of everyone, let him use his tongue as a spring, other people will Think that you are afraid!

There was a sudden anger in his heart, just about to promise, and the girl next to him suddenly said: "Vicand is just a guest who came to congratulate, how can there be any reason for the guests to come to the end, your men will inevitably be injured, if they hurt him , It will inevitably be rude."

Seeing the girl cleverly catch the words, Du Dean narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Why, since even a beautiful lady like you can see that he will be hurt by me, then there is really no need to learn After all, Zuxing also needs to have a relationship. If you are beaten upside down, you will lose your demeanor." During the speech, the corner of the mouth ticked slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic arc.

He turned his back to other nobles at this moment, and no one noticed the change in his expression.

Jun Lang's youth'Vikande' and the girl saw clearly, the girl frowned, and just about to speak again, Vikande suddenly snorted and said: "Since you are so confident, I would like to get some advice , Is the hunter really as powerful as the rumor."

Du Dian waved his hand and shook his head: "It still can't, so as not to hurt you, this lady can see that you are not against me, why are you so brave?"

The girl's brow furrowed, she was excused for Vikand, but she didn't expect her words to become the handle of Du Di'an's attack now, which caused Vikand to ride a tiger.

"I can only win if I know it." Vikander said in his eyes and said: "Just to help the Fulin patriarch, you can have a snack. If you are stabbed by my sword, Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Du Dean shook his head: "I'm afraid I will hurt you and sweep your face."

"Because it's a battle, the injury is naturally normal, but you should pay attention." Vikander slowly grasped the thin sword around his waist and pulled out inch by inch, coldly said: "Ready to start!"

"Master, don't do it!" a middle-aged knight hurriedly stopped in a low voice.

Vikander's face sank and said, "Don't stop me!"

The middle-aged knight glanced at him and sighed, knowing that he was not impulsive, but was forced to fight by the younger boy opposite him. He couldn't help but hate Du Dean.

The girl next to him had reached this point, sighed, took a deep look at Du Dean, stepped back, and came to the edge of the hall under the protection of the Mel family knight behind him, so as not to be injured accidentally.

The smile on Du Di'an's face slowly converged and looked at him quietly, making a gentleman's gesture: "Please!"

Vikander saw a flaw in his armpit, snorted, and suddenly stood up and spurted his sword.

With a whine, Du Dean's body that had just made a gesture suddenly flickered, almost like a residual image, bypassing Vikander's sword, and an arrow approached him in front of him, his eyes facing each other.Vikander's pupils were constricted. Although he expected that the hunter's physique was extraordinary, he didn't expect to exceed him so much, just about to swing his sword to block, but saw Du Di'an's palm slammed quickly.

With a crackling sound, Vikander's body stepped back a few steps in a row, staggering, almost falling, his neck twisted slightly to the side, his fair face, his skin suddenly turned slightly red, but the ruddy outline, but a slap mark .

"Bold!!" The middle-aged knight who watched from behind hurried out, stopped in front of Vikander, pulled out his waisted sword and pointed at Du Dean, shouting: "Damn civilian, don't kneel!"

Du Dian quickly said: "Are you okay, are you okay, have you been injured?"

With a dizzy head, Vicand recovered, only to feel the hot pain on his cheek. At the moment, when he heard Du Dean's words, a anger in his heart went straight to his head, and when he turned back, he was about to scold. A bite of blood.

I saw Du Dean holding his palm, looking at the five fingers with concern, worry and seriousness, and said repeatedly: "Did you hurt you, does it hurt? Sorry, I should not let you suffer such a crime."

What is provocation?

What is bullying too much?

Vikander only felt that the lung lobes were bursting with anger, especially when Yu Guang saw the stunned eyes of the nobles and his children behind Du Di'an, making him only feel that the blood in his body was boiling. Although there was no mirror, he could imagine how much he was now. Embarrassed.

"Kill, kill him!!!" Vikander's teeth creaked and growled angrily.

The middle-aged knight heard the clenched sword, staring at Du Dean coldly, suddenly striding forward with one arrow step, the long sword swept continuously, as fast as the streamer, and even the shadow of the sword left in the air could be seen.

Du Di'an's eyes narrowed, but he didn't expect that the physique of this middle-aged knight was anything but trivial. It should also be close to the physique of an intermediate hunter, but he didn't know if there were any magic marks in his body.

Thinking of this, he decided to make a quick decision, his body continuously receded, suddenly raised his hand to pretend to attack, but the actual move was to lift his foot and sweep away.

The middle-aged knight's sword slashed at Du Dean's wrist, but he did not expect Du Dean to close halfway, but he was extremely experienced. He quickly thought that the killing move must be the opposite of feinting. This idea almost passed instantly in his mind, and his lower body instinctively retreated Go, evading Du Di'an's foot in a breathtaking way.

Du Di'an didn't hit, and didn't stun him, but quickly bullied him and raised his hand to pinch his arm.

"Give me!" The middle-aged knight's arm shuddered, trying to block Du Dean's five fingers, but at the next moment he felt a sharp pain from the pinched part of his arm, as if stuck by a few spikes, he couldn't help but be scared. , Raise the other hand to make a siege.

Du Dean responded quickly, grabbed his other hand with his right hand, pointed a little on his toes, and looked up fiercely against the bridge of his nose.

With a loud bang, the middle-aged knight leaned back and his nose blew out. Du Dian took advantage of this opportunity to raise his right hand and smashed his pinched arm close to the elbow. A sharp and clear sound was heard. The arm suddenly bent in a horror pose.

The middle-aged knight screamed, letting his palms loose with pain, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

The other three knights didn't expect their captain to lose in one shot, and hurried up with a sword.

Du Di'an punched out with a left hand, hitting the chest, hit the middle-aged knight, and turned back to look coldly at the three knights who rushed over. The cold killing intention in his eyes was like a dead beast, which made the three knights live. Stopped, holding the sword tightly, looking at Du Dean with a trembling face.

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