I Will Be The Crowned King

"you…?!"

Frightened and angry, Phil Cressey stared at the mocking smile on Louis' face, and suddenly felt some kind of icy touch pierce his heart, and his hair stood on end.

The next second, the figure of the young knight in front of him suddenly began to twist, and the long knife that was slowly raised was "stretched" like a slender python, dancing recklessly in his hands.

Without hesitation, Fer stepped back decisively, and once again threw a stream of steam forward, hitting the phantom in front of him.

call--

A gust of wind like a sharp blade hung over his temples, cutting off a few strands of hair on his forehead from the side; almost at the same time, there was a roar from the wall of the corridor on the right.

So... on the left? !

Unbelievable, he turned his head suddenly, and Louis, who had just thrown out a stream of steam, had already rushed towards him and killed him in front of him.

"clang!"

Under the spark of cracking, the big sword and the long sword intersected again; the blade, which was already full of cracks, rubbed the body of the sword, attacking the neck that was already in front of him like a ferocious guillotine.

Unable to dodge, Phil Crecy had to drag his sword, trying to force a stream of steam to force the young knight to dodge.

But at the moment of starting, the long knife suddenly stopped.

The terrified thoughts suddenly became sober at this moment, which made Fer instantly realize-Louis Bernard, he thought the same as himself!

"boom--!!!!"

The explosion of steam was piercing through the ears, dragging the pitch-black great sword Phil Crecy just to escape, when he saw the young knight facing the thick mist, just like himself, intact.

This... how is this possible? !

Just in his shocked eyes, the bright silver sword light that ripped through the air came to him again.

"clang!"

The great sword and the long sword let out a loud whimper, and Fei, who was holding the sword in one hand, was knocked out, almost fell to the ground, and maintained his balance with the great sword in his hand.

Staring at the weapon in Louie's hand, he couldn't get rid of his inner consternation - the information he had obtained before was absolutely correct, Louis' bloodline power is of the type of comprehensive strengthening, on the condition that there should be no strong inner fluctuations, Otherwise, the power of blood will be dispelled automatically.

It is precisely because of this that Phil Crecy deliberately put on a posture of "giving up resistance", constantly provoking and interfering with his thinking with words, so that the young knight could never make up his mind, and he would not be able to exert the true power of the sea knight. .

To deal with this kind of enemy, it is the most stupid to fight it with all his strength as soon as he comes up. The premature exposure of killing intent will make him more determined and unshakable, and he will need to pay a higher price to defeat it. I don't want to touch him.

Even without that incredibly powerful elf girl, the Bernard family is not something that can be easily ignored. It is almost suicidal to irritate them against the Faithless Knights who have just mastered a small colony.

Manipulating him, or even for his own use, is what Fair Cressey really wants. Even in a situation where he has to fight, desperately disturbing the other party's emotions is the real purpose... The tearing sword, the power of blood, are all for this purpose.

It's just that I have always been smooth sailing, but this time I was seen through my thoughts, and even the information was wrong...

No, not right.

It is impossible for the information to be wrong, and until he stepped into the governor's mansion, there was no change in the power of his blood, and he never showed any ability to manipulate water vapor.

Wait, if that's the case, can it be...

call--

The scream that broke through the air interrupted Phil Crecy's thinking, and the blade like a thunder had struck him again.

Knowing very well that his melee combat is not Louis' opponent at all, he decisively opened the distance again - the steam flow that runs through everything blooms with the cutting edge of the sword, and a straight "white line" traverses the promenade, rushing to the governor's mansion at the other end. door.

This time, Louis did not touch head-on, but slipped to dodge; while the center of gravity was down, he held the ground with his left hand, and while the sliding shovel brushed past the water, his right hand had already raised the long knife with the backhand, and the hook was like a moon. A dazzling cold glow.

"boom!"

The jet of steam from the tip of the knife was deflected by the great sword, blasting a hole in Fell's side; the left hand of the young master of Cressey, who was lucky enough to escape, kept shaking, and the severe pain made his entire body tremble. The expression on his face became contorted.

The young knight who was chasing after the victory kept closing the distance, and the long knife erected in his right hand was like a rifle that could be fired in bursts, quickly inspiring streams of steam.

The power of these attacks is not large, but the speed is astonishing five per second.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Rolling, sliding, moving, side-jumping... Phil Crecy, whose right arm had been cut off, displayed a completely different agility from before. He was still able to dodge the young knight's rapid fire while dragging the dark sword. The smoke and dust followed closely behind, exploding one after another like a cannonball, but it was unable to hit.

He is getting faster.

Locking on the other person's figure, Louis's mood gradually became dignified.

The influence between the sea knights is mutual. When the power of his bloodline is mastered by himself, Fair Cressy will also have some or even all of the power of his own bloodline power in a subtle way.

The key lies in whether the other party can perceive this in time, and to what extent can he grasp the abilities of the same sea knight but completely different from his own.

And this is what Louis is doing now... Now he has probably understood that this ability is not just as simple as being able to emit a stream of steam water on the surface, and the actual power is far more powerful.

And if Phil Crecy took the lead, mastered the power of his own bloodline, and fuse the two abilities with ease, things would be completely beyond his control.

Before that, kill him!

"clang!"

The great sword that was erected at the last second was like an unpredictable prophet, blocking the slash of the long knife stabbing the heart.

A look of astonishment appeared on Phil Cressy's face, but he didn't have time to think about it, and the flowing knife light had already hit his head.

The sparks from the collision of the sharp blades were completely wiped out by the overflowing steam, and the two sides almost invariably started to slash and block, while seamlessly waving streams of steam.

Louie, who was aggressively attacking, could clearly feel that he was becoming more and more comfortable with this "new ability"; but on the other hand, Phil Crecy also became more and more characteristic of his own ability.

The most intuitive performance is that he has gradually begun to keep up with his actions.

This means that the battle between the two sides will speed up each other's learning; from both sides using the power of blood at the same time to now, the battle mode of the two has changed.

And the person who first exposed the power of the bloodline was himself, so the first person to complete the fusion of the two kinds of bloodline power... is likely to be Phil Crecy!

The tense-faced young knight threw out a stream of steam again, and Phil Crecy was forced to jump sideways, and immediately swung his pitch-black sword and slashed.

The water-splashed sword edge swept across less than five centimeters above Louis' cheeks, and Louis, who was dodging backwards, raised the knife with his backhand, and the tip of the knife aimed at his lower jaw lit up again.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the wall above the door was drilled into a neat and smooth hole by the water flowing through it; a few seconds later, panicked shouts sounded behind the door.

"Oh, my dear cousin Louie, don't be so angry!"

Phil Crecy swung his sword to cover his retreat, and at the same time did not forget to continue his verbal offensive: "You should remember these traitors behind the door, but now there are only guys who can barely maintain order in Sail City. ."

"If one accidentally kills them with them, how are you going to stabilize the order after killing me-wouldn't it be to let the grumpy elf girl kill all the rebels?!"

The eloquent owner of Kresi deliberately showed a very surprised expression: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it... It seems that you are indeed Kroger's younger brother. The two brothers are really similar and subtle!"

"Uh, actually you don't have to be so troublesome, because in half an hour at most, all the living people outside Yangfan City can be scalded to death by her—clean, thorough, and sanitary!"

Ignoring the other party's nonsense, the expressionless Louis dodged the incoming steam flow sideways and rushed within three steps; just as Fer was habitually swinging his sword to block, he found that the weapon in his hand suddenly froze.

Looking down, the long knife in Louis's hand was gone, replaced by the blade of the big sword in both hands.

Assault is just an illusion, the real goal is to disarm!

Fei, who was instantly enlightened, was shocked, but this also brought a dilemma: a young knight who could not 100% grab two hands by himself with one hand, it seemed the best choice to give it a shot.

But if he gave up, he would only have the last option to escape without the weapon... The hesitation in his heart made Fer pause for a moment, trying to **** the weapon.

But it was this brief pause that allowed Louis to close the distance between the two sides again, and his hands, which were torn to pieces by the blade, violently exerted force, and forcibly took the dark sword from Fell's hand.

click-

The crisp sound of bone shattering sounded, and the only remaining left hand of Phil Crecy turned out, his fingers twisted into a ball unnaturally.

Just when he instinctively thought that the young knight would pick up the great sword and chop himself into pieces, he was surprised to see that the other party threw the jet-black great sword aside without hesitation, and attacked him with his bare hands and fists.

"boom!"

A loud tremor blew up the billowing smoke and dust, and the black sword was nailed to the wall of the promenade.

Almost at the same time, Louie's right hand pinched Phil's neck, and Patriarch Clacey, who felt the breath of death, dodged frantically, but was still grabbed by the collar.

The young knight directly pulled him into his arms, kicked him directly, raised his other hand suddenly, and pressed "Crack!" on the face of the fallen Phil Crecy.

He, could he mean...? !

Sensing his fate, Phil began to struggle desperately. With all his hands, he kicked and dragged to try to break free. He slammed his knees into the young knight's armpits and stomped on his feet.

But it's all pointless.

The left hand, which was still bleeding, was firmly clasped on Phil Cressy's face, and the five fingers that were open were slightly radiant with milky white light.

At the moment of life and death, Fer, who was twitching violently, still did not give up his struggle completely, and his desperately grown mouth also began to gather strength.

He would use the same attack to counteract it - although his reason told him it was impossible, at such a close distance, his head would definitely be steamed and cut into pieces by the collision of two steam streams!

Of course, Louis will definitely pay the price, and his left hand will definitely die together... The greatest probability is that the two of them will die together, but the dying person really can't control so much.

Even if the Crecy family is doomed, it would be good to ruin the future of the Bernard family!

"Phil Cracy, it's over."

Louis said coldly, his palms began to exert force, and then...

"boom!"

With a huge roar, the attack of Phil Cressy, who had shown great determination, came to an abrupt end—scarlet blood gushed out from his open mouth.

The young knight with his right hand raised, like a conjuration, pulled out a shotgun with a shortened barrel from behind his waist; the flame of the gun, like a dragon's fire, instantly pierced through Phil's torso, and most of his body was riddled with holes. .

Louie got up slowly, staring at the guy lying in a pool of blood in front of him with cold eyes.

With blood from the corners of his mouth, Phil looked at Louis, and then at the shotgun in his hand, his eyes couldn't hide the difference: "You, you're not..."

"When fighting, even at the end, there must be at least two alternatives, and a sufficient plan must be made in advance... A friend taught me." Louis gasped slightly, such a fierce battle, his consumption was also very high Big:

"Not in words, of course, but mainly through his... actual actions."

"..."

After being silent for a long time, Fer, who had a dull expression, nodded slightly: "It makes sense."

"But I still want to ask one more question, is that person... is he still your friend now?"

The young knight thought about it seriously, and finally shrugged casually: "Yes."

"At least, that's what I think."

The voice fell, and he raised the shotgun that had been fired again~www.novelmt.com~ The muzzle of the milky white light gathered at Phil Crecy.

"Yes?"

Phil Crecy smiled: "Then I suggest that when you meet this friend again, it's best to remind him - doing anything at this time has a price, with what he's doing now Because, the forces that want to kill him have long been more than..."

"puff!"

The whirling stream of steam water penetrated Feil's head, blasting a blood hole almost the size of a palm in the center of the face.

Louis is expressionless... Launching an attack when the enemy is gushing can minimize the opponent's defenses and avoid accidents.

But in the next second, with the continuous overflow of pus in the center of the penetrated cheek, new flesh suddenly grew, filling the pierced vacancy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even in the center of the flesh and blood, a crack resembling a "mouth" was squeezed out:

"I also feel the same way about the 'alternatives'."