The beauty of fast wearing

Chapter 39 The Knight and the Sword

The relationship between the Pope and the Holy Son is like the master and apprentice of ordinary people, one imparts experience and the other humbly learns.

But this year is different from the previous ones. Niall was not Jiaoyan’s original bright son. He was born with mud legs, the humble second son of a humble family. According to the regulations of Chenxi Continent, only the eldest son can inherit the title and property, while the second son can only rely on the mercy of his elder brother to get some meager property.

But when Niall was 16 years old, he exploded with amazing light power, and he reached the level of a great wizard without a teacher. Cardinal, he inherited the authority of the Pope.

Of course, he also used his strength to prove that their choice was right, but within ten years, he broke through the great magician in one fell swoop and became the only magic saint on the entire continent.

The sunshine in August was just right, and the century-old trees planted in Jiaoyan had luxuriant branches and leaves. The golden light fell through the gaps in the leaves and fell on the man's fair and handsome face. He has long silver hair and violet eyes. His eyes are like a fine gem, beautiful but indifferent.

Kaiser stood in front of the young pope and saluted cautiously, "Good day! Your Majesty Niall."

Niall nodded, "Yeah."

Just a simple and emotionless word made Kaiser's hands and feet stiff with excitement, and he said nervously: "Your Majesty, I heard that you are going to watch the knight trials today, please allow me to follow...in your footsteps. "

Niall bowed his head and gave him a supervising look, neither refusing nor agreeing, and strode forward directly.

The extravagant and luxurious white gold-rimmed robe draws a graceful width, and the shoes depicting the complicated acceleration magic touch the ground silently.Kaiser excitedly followed behind the handsome Pope. Everyone in the Pope knew that in this case, if the Pope didn't speak, it meant that he acquiesced to the matter.

My great emperor!How much I want to touch your white and flawless skin with my hands, how I want to see your indifferent expression and be moved by me, how much I want to kneel at your feet, kiss your toes, and tell you my loyalty.But I can't!Because I am the Son, and you are the Pope, a man who is destined to be chaste and dedicate his body to God.Cather thought painfully how much he loved this man, so much that he only needed one look from him to understand what he meant.

But this person is always noble, holy and sacred, he is like the gods above the nine heavens, and he is as precise as a magic instrument, without the slightest personal emotion.

The knight selection competition will last for three days. At the beginning, it is an internal battle between the candidate knights. They will fight in pairs. Half of the people will be wiped out to fight again with those who want to enter the candidate knights. If they win, they will stay. Quit teaching and wait for next year's trials.

And if you win half the people, keep fighting.Groups of three, two-two battles, two out of three rounds, until the three with the most victories are selected.The three of them fought against the three weakest knights around the Holy Son, and they still won two out of three rounds. The three who won the most times became official knights, and the three who lost became apprentice knights.

This selection method cannot withstand scrutiny. If two strong people meet, one of them must become a loser, and the others who are weaker than them will be promoted.

But the journey of practice not only pays attention to talent, but also pays attention to luck.My own bad luck, who is to blame?

Xia Zhihua is now at the level of a great sword master, and compared to other candidate knights who are still sword masters, she has a great chance of winning.

He was lucky. In the first few rounds, he encountered sword masters of average strength, and he defeated them easily. Today is the first day of the competition. He has to continue to compete until he chooses the final sword master among the 100 people. The top 20 will start tomorrow's game.

Endurance is also a part of the game.

The fiery red sun is gradually setting to the west, and twilight covers the earth. If he wins the last game, he will be able to advance to tomorrow's game.

Xia Zhihua raised the sword in his hand, pushed back the sweat-stained hair, his handsome face was revealed, and the dark green pupils looked like gems under the sunlight, attracting the attention of countless people , he looked at the tall man on the opposite side of the ring, and smiled casually, "We are really close friends."

Johnny's face turned livid, and his expression was full of anger, "Chicken, don't get too complacent, it doesn't matter who eats who?" As he said, the vindictiveness in his body suddenly increased, and he had already broken through the sword master, successfully The advanced level is Great Sword Master.

Xia Zhihua was dignified in her heart, but her face was calm, "Big man, why, you lost to me last time? This time, you are rushing to give money again? I'm not talking about you, you are all fat, when will you grow up?" It's good to have a long brain."

"Shut up." Johnny was originally a character with strong limbs and a simple mind. He twisted his face and attacked Summer Flower.

Great, Xia Zhihua breathed a sigh of relief.

If the other party calms down, it's not certain who wins and who loses between the two of them?But now the opponent's swordsmanship is out of order, despite the squandering of fighting spirit, he only needs to survive this period of time, and then take the opponent down in one fell swoop.

Both of them are rare great sword masters, and the pope, the red-clothed mage and the holy son in the stands all focused their eyes on this place.

"Fili, who do you think will win?" The oldest cardinal with gray hair took a sip of his tea and asked the other bishop beside him.

Philip is over 80 years old this year, but he looks like a young man in his early twenties. The vitality of the strong is different from that of ordinary people. The power in their bodies will delay their aging and increase their lifespan. The archbishops in red The strength is all at the level of a great wizard, and if there is no accident, it will have a lifespan of more than 500 years.

And their king, His Majesty Niall, as a holy man, has almost infinite life.

"It's hard to say." Feili shook his head, with interest in his eyes, "That short man seems to be crushed and beaten, but his movement is very flexible, and he is obviously waiting for the opponent to exhaust his fighting spirit. If that If the big guy can't react..."

He hit it off.

The old man smiled, his eyes were full of kindness, he caught Niall's eyes on the ring all the time from the corner of his eye, rolled his eyes, and said kindly: "Which one do you like, Your Majesty?"

As his words fell, everyone looked at the man on the throne with bated breath. His silver hair was like fine silk, and the setting sun dyed him a warm color. Niall snorted coldly, and said absent-mindedly: "He has no brains, is prone to violence and anger, when did Jiaoyan's recruitment standards become so low?"

Although he used interrogative words, he said it in a positive tone.

The Saint Son Guardian Knight Commander who was in charge of this area suddenly knelt at the king's feet, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"Okay." Niall's whole heart fell on the black-haired boy who was fighting below. When he had time to take a look at the ants in the ground, he waved his hand indifferently and said perfunctorily, "Be careful next time."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The knight commander stood up with tears of gratitude, his eyes full of fanaticism.

The battle below has reached a fierce stage. The big young man's fighting spirit is powerless, and it is no longer as strong as before. The handsome young man aimed at the time, his fighting spirit increased greatly, and he pierced the opponent's protective shield with a sword. , directly lifted the long sword in his hand and flew out of the ring.

The world is always reincarnated, and the same things are always happening.

"You...you..." Not only did he lose to the young man twice, but he was also picked up by the young man every time, which was simply... too embarrassing.Johnny looked around blankly, in a trance he felt that everyone was looking at him, they were laughing at his failure, laughing at his stupidity, and the unburned anger burned again.

"Acceptance." Xia Zhihua put the sword in her hand back into the scabbard, nodded to the man, turned around and was about to leave.

The entire arena is a circle with a diameter of about ten meters. There are judges taking notes below the stage. They are all priests at the bottom of the teaching and extension.

Xia Zhihua smiled at the other party, and said politely, "I'm sorry."

"It should." The pastor's tone was very kind, obviously not wanting to offend this young man with extraordinary potential.Anyway, the match was over, and the young priest still wanted to say a few more words to the other party to try to make friends, but in the next second, the expression on his face froze, and his eyes were full of horror,

"Be careful..." Before he could speak, Xia Zhihua was alerted by the huge vindictiveness rising from behind him. It was very close, too close, and there was no time to look back. The man who had been taught countless times by Niall these days The young man rolled on the spot, avoiding the attack that was about to fall on him.

A deep hole half a meter wide appeared where he was standing, and the solid hard stone ring was full of cracks. If this punch hit Xia Zhihua, he would obviously die.

"I'll kill you." One hit missed, and Johnny attacked again like a mad dog.

"This... this..." The pastor raised the wooden scepter, and was about to release a simple pyrotechnic technique to let the Anbu people deal with this unruly man.

The whole world suddenly fell silent.

The clouds floating in the sky no longer float, the breeze rests on the branches, the birds stop singing, and all the people are like puppets, not even daring to blink their eyes.

I do not know how long it has been.

Tick ​​tock!

A slight sound of sweat falling, but right now it sounded like a death knell.

The pressure that seemed like the whole world fell on them disappeared in an instant, and everyone just breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the trainee knight who had gone crazy from taking the magic potion was locked inside by a piece of transparent and indestructible glass.

The glass kept shrinking and shrinking, and the strong man inside was constantly being squeezed. His bones were broken, his flesh was shattered, and his internal organs were broken...but not a single drop of blood dripped down.

His existence became smaller and smaller until finally, as if being swallowed by a black hole, leaving no trace in this world.

The warm summer wind blows on people's heads, but they are not shivering with cold.

"It's too dirty." The supreme king stood on the high platform, his lips as red as rose petals were slightly parted, and his violet eyes were deep and deep, as if hiding the most mysterious spell in the world.

The whole world is willing to go crazy for him.

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