"Rebellious son!"

In the study, my father's roar shook the earth.

The last time Tormond saw his father so angry was when he was six years old.

At that time, he ran wildly in the fields with his daughter, the country farm manager, laughed, threw mud, and got dirty clothes. He had a lot of fun, but he caught the return father and cousin uncle.

He still remembers his father's dark face and his faint sneer between his uncle's eyebrows.

And many years later, my father was trembling all over and pointed at him and gritted his teeth:

"Razor Mallus, a thousand years of inheritance, will you destroy your hands now!"

Thousand-year inheritance will destroy my hands?

ha.

Tormond wants to laugh.

laughing out loud.

"If the Malluss's family was destroyed so easily," he said, "whose perhaps it will be exhausted?"

My father became more and more angry, and he got up and drew his sword, but someone pressed him on his shoulder.

"Don't panic."

The uncle of the cousin sat on his father's left head, calm as always. He has been giving advice for his father and family for many years, resourceful and dedicated his best.

But is he also entering the Punishment Wing because of this? He is calm enough when skinning the prisoners?

Or is it because my uncle is also good at making suggestions on how to torture people?

"We have one last chance." Uncle Counselor looked calm.

"You have no chance," Tormond said coldly, "It will be a matter of time before the Black Prophet and his Kingdom Secretariat will trace it here."

"I will kill you before that!" my father roared.

Why, why do they all like to use this to intimidate others?

Even if it is useless?

"Why, Xiaotuo?" The voice of my uncle came, and there was the fatigue in his words that he tried his best to hide.

"Why do you do this? Why do you betray us?"

Tormond was silent.

Why?

He opened his lips: "Because..."

because……

Because all this is already destined.

He looked at his angry father and calm uncle and spoke softly:

"Because none of this is true."

That's right.

The guard guard, Tormond Mallus, stood in the study, looking at the red fire behind his father and uncle, his eyes as deep as water and his heart as bright as a mirror:

This is not reality.

Because it's so beautiful.

Too soft.

Because my father's study is bright and magnificent.

And the world, the real world, the current world, its world should be...

Dead silence and desolation.

"Father, uncle, you and here, everything here is fake, it's just the ability of that killer." Mallus said softly.

"Rebellious son!" The father roared angrily, causing the fire behind him to shake.

Uncle cousin took a deep breath.

"Since things have come to this point, there is nothing I can do," the old uncle seemed to have not heard his answer, and his voice sternly, "I'll go see Da Barney now: I'll do it tonight."

"Uncle?" The father turned his head and was shocked.

Just like in memory.

My cousin ignored his father.

"Ye, Xiaotuo," Uncle Counseok looked at him with a smile on his lips, "Do you think this is over?"

At that moment, everything before Malos was ignited with flames!

The flames burned through the study, corridors, and halls, and the estates of the Mallors's house. The colors in front of us peeled off, becoming charred, pale, and exposed a deserted area.

The world should be like.

In this desolation, a deadly cold light - the sword blade of Lausanne II cuts through the air and roars!

After awakening, Mallus tried his best to rush toward the sword underground, turning around and blocking with all his strength.

Bang!

Metal collisions, and the sound is harsh.

The opponent's angular and timing were all advantageous. Malos, who was hastily blocked, couldn't bear to take it and took several steps back.

"You think I don't know?"

Lausanne spoke quickly, but his feet were calm and approaching step by step.

"I don't know what kind of person Joaquin is? I don't know what Joaquin has given to me and his students and servants?"

Looking at Lausanne's appearance, Mallus stepped back step by step.

It seemed that I had only been distracted for a moment, and Mallus thought.

And this Lausanne II did not even realize that he had activated his superpowers.

Strangely, a master who is experienced in many battles like him cannot use his superpowers skillfully?

"But what did he get!"

Lausanne's voice was cold and his long sword came out!

Hell!

The watchman cursed in his heart, and he was forced to fight.

bite!

Mallus set off this stab, but Lausanne's wrist trembled and the sword light flashed again!

Is this...sword-sharp technique?

The watchman recognized that the other party used the sword-thorn technique that was widely circulated in the southwest and was carried forward by Kuradel, the "Thorn Sword" of the Tower of Ending. He specialized in unexpected situations and was unable to defend.

This guy knows so many things!

"Nine servants, nine riders - no, eight knights," Lausanne's eyes exposed outside the mask were dark and silent, as if the eyes of dead people, but they kept capturing the flaws of Marx. "Everyone shouldered the hopes and was taught to be a talent, but everyone had different personalities and had their own ideas."

Swish!

While the metal friction was rubbing, Mallors made a second attack, but his body was in a mess and shaky manner.

"So in the bloody year, the four of them served the royal family, the two stood on the side of the rebels, and two other princes also followed different princes... And Hua Jin, Hua Jin could only watch the knights he trained turned against each other and used the various martial arts he had carefully taught," Lausanne's voice continued, "One student cut off the head of another student, and the third one cut his throat, and then the fourth one took revenge... and it went on and on, until the eight knights..."

"No one survived."

The third stab strike came again.

Mallus struggled to retreat and took the best defensive posture to face the sword-sharp technique - huh?

At that moment, Lausanne II turned around, closed his hands, and the original stabbing turned into a sharp slash!

The watchman was shocked:

This is the main attack style of "Blade Forging and Strike" - the martial arts that are very basic and ordinary among all "Imperial Wind" schools, but they are mastered into unique skills in the hands of Thousand Blade Knights - the main attack style, Steel Cross?

but……

Without time to react, he could only change his tricks in a hurry and ate this "steel cross"!

clang!

With a loud bang, Mallus shook his hands, his sword flew out of his hand, and he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

The battle ended in a flash, and the field returned to quiet.

"And poor Joaquin is powerless to do anything about it - this time, he has no hands to smash it." Luosang said quietly.

Mallus covered the blood oozing out of his chest, coughed in pain, and a blood mark appeared on his face.

The winner has been decided.

He looked at the weapon that flew ten feet away and sighed in his heart.

No, or it should be said that the winner is early.

Lausanne II wiped the blood from the sword with his arm sleeves and walked towards Mallus.

"He was depressed not because of me, not because of losing his swordsmanship, nor because of his poverty and poverty."
To be continued...