The next moment, Xiwei took a step forward.

But the figure has already appeared in front of Bristol and Corvette like a ghost. The sword of the Conqueror slashed from top to bottom, and the golden sword light reflected a blurred halo on the Iron Throne.

Long sword meets long sword.

The roar of steel was deafening.

This sword was barely held by the Duke of Bristol, and the huge force from the sword almost made him kneel on the ground. The second sword was swung by the Winter King, and Duke Corvert knocked away his old sword.

My friend, he pushed the epee forward with both hands. The broad blade of the sword withstood the slash like a shield. But even so, the epee that had been with him for more than thirty years already had an extra blade.

Cracks that are neither deep nor shallow.

Xiwei's attack was violent and swift.

The long sword of the King of Conqueror in his hand was opened and closed.

He didn't use any fighting spirit skills, but just by relying on higher level fighting spirit and stronger strength, he had already suppressed two half-step champion level knights and retreated steadily.

Golden flames danced on the sword.

The two old dukes could catch the golden tracks drawn by the long swords.

But every time he blocked, all the internal organs in his body were trembling.

Xiwei didn't give the two dukes any time to breathe. He pressed forward step by step, swinging his sword left and right with both hands. The sword collided with the epee and shield, bounced off, and collided again, causing broken metal shards to fly everywhere.

The Duke of Bristol's shield is full of sword marks.

Corvette's heavy sword was full of gaps.

On the other hand, the sword of the King of Conqueror in the hand of King Winter remained unscathed. This was not only because the material of King Winter's sword was better, but also because the sword was protected by a higher level of fighting spirit.

Corvette gasped sharply.

The sweat from his forehead fell into his eyes, making his eyes sore.ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ

The fighting spirit was almost exhausted, and the muscles in his limbs felt like tearing pain.

His fat body could no longer support him in high-intensity fighting with such a heavy heavy sword.

But the Winter King's long sword struck again, and he already knew that the fat man in front of him was exhausted. The sword was powerful and heavy, and the golden lion roared with fighting spirit. The golden light on the tip of the sword was gorgeous like a shooting star.

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"Get away!" the Duke of Bristol yelled, and the picture in his field of vision almost appeared as a double image. This was a hallucination caused by extreme exhaustion.

He desperately charged in the direction of Duke Corvette, dropped his sword, and raised his shield with all his strength, trying to help Corvette block the Winter King's slash.

But Corvette, who was standing there, suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed hard on his shield.

This fierce push hindered Bristow's momentum. He staggered back two steps, his right leg went weak when he exerted force, and he knelt on the ground. In his field of vision, Duke Corvette blocking him looked like a

A solid barrier, just like on the battlefield of the Emerald Fortress.

"No--!"

His eyes were about to burst, as if he was crying out in grief.

But the golden lion still devoured Duke Corvette's huge body. He only had time to raise the heavy sword in his hand, but the heavy sword full of gaps was already overwhelmed and broke into two pieces with a loud noise.

The Winter King's sword was deeply buried in Corvitt's shoulder blade, and then continued to tilt downward until it reached the sternum. Hot blood spurted out. Corvitt's eyes widened, and an incoherent choking sound was forced out of his throat.

He slowly knelt down on the ground, as if praying to the gods, and opened his mouth slightly, but only blood poured out, dyeing his gray beard red.

"Kill him!" The Duke of Bristol smashed his fists on the ground, the anger and sadness in his eyes almost overflowing, and he shouted at a shadow: "Arlan, what are you waiting for!?"

At this moment, the Winter King's sword has not had time to be pulled out from the dead Corvette's chest. This is the best time.

A dark shadow jumped out from the corner.

Arlan flew towards the Winter King like a night owl. He put all his will into the dagger in his hand and made a desperate move.

The howling wind came.

Xiwei did not choose to pull out the Conqueror's sword. He let go of the hilt and let the sword get stuck in Duke Corvert's chest.

It was as if there were a pair of eyes on the back of his head.

He turned slightly sideways, reached back with his right hand and grabbed Arlan's collar.

Follow the momentum of this Sky Knight.

Xiwei grabbed his arm with both hands, exerted force on his waist suddenly, and threw him fiercely over the shoulder, knocking him to the floor.

Arlan's head collided with the hard marble floor. "Crack-" the sound of his neck bones breaking was clear and crisp. The right hand holding the dagger was also twisted into a strange shape. His head was buried in the broken floor.

There were some stones scattered around, and the broken waist and two legs twitched a few times, and then died.

Blood gradually spread to every corner of the palace along the gaps in the marble floor tiles.

There was silence all around.

Only the Duke of Bristol breathed desperately and heavily. He thought of their ambitions before entering the palace and the benefits they might gain after killing Howard and the Winter King. Now he just felt so ridiculous and stupid.

The Champion Knight level is still an insurmountable force.

Even if there are three people present, each of them is a half-step champion knight.

"It seems that you are not worthy of being a stumbling block to me."

Xiwei shook his head regretfully.

He pulled the Conqueror's sword from Corvette's body.

The silver blade is covered with blood. Every time an enemy like Corvette is killed, the Conqueror's sword will be strengthened by one point, and the Conqueror's divinity will also strengthen his overall ability.

"King Winter, I know I am destined to die here." The Duke of Bristol took a deep breath.

He sat slumped under a stone pillar of the palace, his long sword thrust diagonally into the blood-soaked stone bricks, and his cracked shield lay across his knees.

His limbs were sore and weak, and he had given up resistance.

There was even a heartbreaking pain in my wrist.

The strength of the Winter King is too fierce.

His wrist bone has been broken.

He once had unrealistic fantasies, but those were just fleeting extravagant hopes. Being killed by the Winter King like now is the standard ending.

He gasped, a self-deprecating smile appearing on the corner of his mouth:

"No matter who you want to support as king, Corvit and I and the other two Grand Dukes will die because our existence will shake your control of the Mayton Empire."

Xiwei didn't speak, just looked at the old knight quietly.

"Would you take action against my children?"

The Duke of Bristol stared into Sivey's eyes.

He wanted to find the answer from those blue eyes, but unfortunately those eyes were too calm, like an abyss swallowing everything.

"No." Xiwei shook his head.

"For the new Queen Mayton, you are too old to be controlled, so you must die. Don't you understand it yourself?" He did not directly answer the Duke of Bristol's words, but just bent down and said to

He said:

"The empire still needs people to manage it."

"So, thank you for your kindness." The Duke of Bristol smiled in relief.

"You're welcome."

Xi Wei raised his hand.

The sword entered the Duke's chest.

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He took a deep breath of fresh air, his chest trembling.

Confused, confused, and all kinds of emotions came to my mind.

Where is this?

Afterwards, Shi Yu subconsciously looked around and became even more confused.

A single dorm?

Even if he was successfully rescued, he should be in the ward now.

And my body...how could I not have any injuries at all?

With doubts, Shi Yu's eyes quickly swept across the room, and finally his eyes rested on a mirror beside the bed.

The mirror showed his current appearance. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looked very handsome.

But the problem is, this is not him! Download the Star Reading app and read the latest chapters for free without ads.

My previous self was a handsome young man in his twenties who had been working for a while.
To be continued...