Hearing Sun Fei's categorical refusal, [Bai Xuefeng Yin] just frowned slightly, and stopped talking. It can be seen that he is definitely a man of few words in character. The dragon couldn't pull it back either.
Silence, however, does not mean admitting defeat.
Fighting Qi was running wildly, the sound of the long sword in [Bai Xuefeng Yin] Dani's hand was longer and clearer, and it was breathtaking, and the guards with slightly lower strength were dizzy and vomiting. He had to tightly cover his ears with his hands, Bai Sen's blade buzzed and trembled with an indescribably terrifying frequency, and almost turned into a ball of dazzling silver light under the golden morning sun.
[Bai Xuefeng Hidden], a long sword in a white robe.
Among the young masters of the royal family of the 250 dependent countries under the Zenit Empire, Dani is definitely a top-notch figure with a five-star strength. Dare the slightest carelessness.
Adjust your breath and hold the purple and blue swords tightly.
The atmosphere was oppressive, it was a short silence before a full blow.
Even the most complete and most powerful masters on the top of Dongshan at this time began a life-and-death duel.
Suddenly—whoosh!
out the sword.
There was no violent cry, no rage, no landslide, no earth-shattering, and even the dust on the ground did not have time to float up. The speed of the two figures has completely exceeded the limit of the human retina to capture the film and television. Before the time came, people suddenly discovered that at some point, Fei and [Bai Xuefeng Yin] had quietly exchanged positions.
Clang, clang, clang, clang—the crisp sound of metal swords and swords was heard by everyone at this moment.
A gust of whirlwind brought up the dust on the ground, drowning everyone's sight.
The dust falls—whoosh!
A cloud of blood burst out from Fei's shoulder, staining the mysterious armor on his body red.
The exclamation of the people in Chambord City and the cheers of the people behind Paris resounded on the top of Dongshan Mountain at the same time, but soon, a series of blood mist burst out from [Bai Xuefeng Hidden] Dani's body, and his figure began to falter. unstable.
Turning around with difficulty, [Bai Xuefeng Yin] looked at the fine and dense wounds that suddenly burst out on his body, with a desolate wry smile on his pale face: "You won, but, His Majesty Alexander, I still beg you to let go Miss Paris!"
Using the sword pillar to support his body, the blood gushed out from the countless small wounds on his body, and soon wet the large pieces of stones and soil. It turned out that Fei's purple and blue swords had left countless fine and small scars on [Bai Xuefeng Yin]'s chest, arms, thighs, and abdomen at the moment when his body crossed.
Everyone was horrified: God, how many swords did the little king use to cause such an astonishing injury on a master like [Bai Xuefeng Yin] at that moment that the naked eye couldn't catch
At this moment, some people have begun to sympathize with the prince of the Nadako Kingdom. It is rumored that because he fell in love with Paris, he had to give up his power and position, and lived in seclusion on a snow peak in the country all year round. , This time, it must be because of Paris that he acted as an assassin. Unfortunately, at this time, the hero has come to an end. Not only can he not save his beloved woman, but even his own life is difficult to save.
Heroes cherish heroes, maybe this little king should satisfy [Bai Xuefeng Yin]'s last request, right
But—"I've said it long ago, your sword can only save yourself, and her fate is up to her to decide."
Fei Fei shook his head, and refused cruelly: "Take me to the sword without dying, and I will allow you to leave alive!"
[Bai Xuefeng Yin]Slightly startled.
He smiled wryly, leaving a string of bloody footprints on the ground, and slowly walked past Fei, and stood behind the cold-blooded witch Paris again. He didn't speak again, but his palms were still tightly held With a bloody sword.
During this process, Paris did not express at all.
Her eyes were always tumbling between the freely rolling and turbulent sea of clouds in the distance, and she didn't even look at [Bai Xuefeng Yin], as if the man in front of her who was already acquainted with blood had nothing to do with her.
"Is it my turn?"
Paris looked back at Fei with a calm expression, "How many times do you want me to take you?"
Fei shook his head and said with a strange smile: "You are not my opponent, so you don't need to use your sword. Although someone must kill you and hurry up, as long as you can do one thing for me, I will let you go immediately." Leave the top of Dongshan Mountain unharmed!"
"Oh, what can I do for you?"
Fei turned around and walked towards the ruins of the king's altar in the distance. Paris and everyone around him looked suspiciously, but saw Fei swung his sword and knocked away a few boulders, and took out something light and delicate, with a stain on it. It was covered with bloodstains, exuding golden brilliance in the sun, exuding a different kind of noble and gorgeous atmosphere.
That is the crown of kings.
The king's crown that should have been worn on Fei's head by the eldest princess on behalf of Emperor Yassin of the Zenit Empire symbolized the glory and power of the king, the identity of the nobility and the recognition of the gods. Fei's coronation ceremony was interrupted, and the guard holding the silver platter to present the king's crown also died in the melee. The king's crown was stained with blood and buried under the rubble.
Feijiang lightly patted the dust on the golden king's crown, then turned around and walked to Angela, put on the brand new sky blue king robe that his fiancée had prepared for him before, and held the purple blue robe in one hand. With two swords, he held the king's crown in one hand, looked at Paris, and said, "Come and crown me with the king's crown, and I will let you leave the top of Dongshan."
As soon as these words came out, everyone changed color immediately.
"Crazy, Alexander, are you crazy?"
The female swordsman Susan sternly accused: "You actually let a conspirator who assassinated the princess and Her Highness Arshavin, a lowly assassin, a shameless woman who has no noble glory crown you the king's crown, you know what you are doing ?"
"It's crazy, you can't do that!"
The envoys of princes and envoys from various countries who survived the disaster also criticized the eldest princess.
"Alexander, I think you should know what such behavior means?"
[Zenit Army God] Arshavin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his thin body revealed a murderous aura of the iron-blooded battlefield.
"Of course I know what I'm doing."
Fei didn't care about the threat in Arshavin's tone, and said with a sneer: "I just want the enemy to bow their heads and wear the king's crown willingly for me!"
Let the enemy wear the king's crown for himself
The top of Dongshan suddenly fell silent.
In this seemingly plain sentence, there is a domineering arrogance. Throughout the ages, on the continent of Azeroth, no king has ever worn the king's crown from the hands of the enemy, and no king has been able to wear it. make it happen!
The eldest princess's sky blue eyes lighted up slightly, but she didn't show the slightest sullenness.
Fei walked up to Paris step by step, and handed over the golden crown that was still stained with blood in his hand: "Bow your head and surrender, crown me with the king's crown, spare your life, and let you go!"
"What if I refuse!"
Paris was able to laugh again suddenly, and stretched out her hands to gently brush her wind-blown hair.
"If you refuse, I'm afraid you will have to add a ray of fragrance to the top of the Eastern Mountain in Chambord City!"
Fei's smile looked radiant under the golden sun, but the murderous intent in his words made Paris's heart tremble slightly.
"You will regret this!"
The female swordsman Susan next to the eldest princess looked unkind.
Fei ignored it, holding the blood-stained king's crown in his hand, handed it to the cold-blooded witch Paris, and smiled: "My patience is not very good."
There was a wind blowing, messing up the air.
The cold-blooded witch Paris finally stretched out her slender hand, and under the gaze of everyone, she gently took the crown of the golden king. The beauty is like jade, the golden crown is dazzling, the blood is mottled, the sun is shining, and the wind is cold... This will be A picture forever engraved in the soul of everyone on the top of Dongshan, Paris lowered her proud and stubborn head, raised high the shining golden king's crown, and solemnly put it on the winner's head superior.
No flowers and fireworks, no cheering and screaming.
Some are the king's altar in ruins, the smoke and dust in the wind, the stumped limbs all over the ground, the bloody soil and blood, and the black scavenging birds that symbolize evil flying all over the sky.
This is an unprecedented king coronation ceremony.
Seeing this scene, the surviving members of the Zenit royal entrusted mission lost all their luster. They were angry and helpless. There is no doubt that the little king of Chambord was already full of the canonized mission. In this way, he not only forged his own unique glory, but also slapped the Zenit Empire in the face.
"God bless my king!"
All the people in Chambord knelt on the ground devoutly, witnessing the birth of another king in Chambord.
Fei didn't have a scepter in his hands, a bloody golden crown was on top of his head, a piece of broken ruins was under his feet, and two bloody swords were in his hands.
Blood and swords!
This is the main theme of the coronation ceremony of the new generation of kings in Chambord.
Paris stood in front of Fei with a complicated expression, stared blankly for a while, then swayed, and supported the blood-stained [Bai Xuefeng Yin] Dani in the distance flashed a strange route, and disappeared behind Dongshan Mountain. peak. Fei didn't chase after him, he knew that the woman had already remembered the place without magic traps by observing the walking route of the big black dog, so he stepped away so easily.
But what Paris didn't know was that in fact, Fei could easily change the position of the magic trap in [Assassin Mode], but he didn't do so.
Seeing Paris and [Bai Xuefeng Yin] abandoning themselves and drifting away, the envoys and princes of Shenhua Kingdom, Chanba Kingdom and other countries were instantly speechless in horror, and the two yellow scimitars The swordsman flickered and wanted to escape along the route that Paris left, but was stopped by Fei's two swords and stopped him in place.
"My lord, do you agree with your departure?"