Heritage foundry

Chapter 92 Two Knives
On the stands, Ruiwen Nalong stared at the sky with blue eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

Until Qianshu's soft sigh came, and the green eyes turned, and saw Al-Lionheart's long golden hair, waving wantonly like a lion's mane.

"Al-Lionheart? Didn't he return to the imperial capital?"

Ruiwen Nalong turned her head abruptly, looking at Qianshu with cold eyes.

As soon as Qianshu's knees softened, she knelt down on the ground, bowed her head and explained anxiously:
"Your Highness, the rewards of the knights are indeed the same. I saw Al-Lionheart enter the barracks of the garrison with my own eyes!"

This matter is no wonder to Qianshu. Although Ruiwen Nalong was in a bad mood, she didn't lose her mind. She ignored Qianshu and looked at Al Lionheart with complicated eyes.

The straight knife with red copper luster flowing on the blade was reflected in Ruiwen Nalong's blue eyes. He was very familiar with this knife. It was a custom-made shape based on the knife technique passed down by the Yongou family.

"Who did Baron Yongou give the knife to when he left?" Ruiwen Nalong asked urgently.

Qian Shu retreated in a hurry and asked someone to ask, but after a few breaths, she came back and said:

"Your Highness, Baron Yongou has not left yet, and he is watching the battle from the stands with a knife on his body."

"Zhou Mo gave this knife to Al Lionheart?"

Qian Shu was taken aback when she heard the words, then went out again, and ran directly to the bottom of the arena, where the duel personnel were preparing to be.

Ruiwen-Nalong looked at the figure of the golden lion cub holding a straight knife and walking towards the center slowly and firmly in the big arena, a trace of confusion flashed in her blue eyes, and she muttered to herself:

"Zhou Mo, Zhou Mo, what kind of magical power do you have? How could Al-Lionheart help you?"

Al-Lionheart held the straight knife presented by Zhou Mo. The moment the straight knife was in hand, the unique information of the equipment made by Zhou Mo appeared in his mind.

Equipment Name: Brave Gull Sword
Equipment Requirements: Sensing Equipment Information
Equipment Level: Mithril

Equipment Attributes: The owner of the equipment will be blessed with the Longla-Diku Mithril Peak Template.

Holding the saber tightly in his hand, a force that does not belong to him is blessed by the saber, the secret silver in Al-Lionheart's eyes flashes, and there is a faint light of fine gold overflowing, but under the blessing of the saber, Mithril's life is complete , and even a slight pain in the whole body, but it has already touched the limit barrier of the Mithril life level.

Slightly waving the saber in his hand, he felt extremely smooth, with the saber in his hand, deep in his body's instincts, suddenly there seemed to be many ways to use the saber, and its imprint was deep, as if he had practiced hard for 20 years.

Shaking his head slightly, Al Lionheart smiled lightly. This Zhou Mo can really surprise people. If this kind of casting ability is known by those noble dudes who have no cultivation qualifications in the imperial capital, I am afraid that the entire city will be destroyed. The imperial capital is about to explode!

At this time, a cold and hateful gaze fell on Al Lionheart.

Slightly raising his eyes that had turned into mithril, Al-Shixin smiled, as if the hatred in the eyes of the third son Yingyang was like a breeze.

"Ninger-Yingyang, it was my Al-Lionheart's fault for using you back then, but I accepted the punishment for my mistake. I have already walked around the wasteland alone. Since I can come back completely, it is a matter of grievances and grievances. Xiao, why do you act like this, unlike me, a man from the imperial capital!"

Ning Ge-Yingyang is not as scheming and unpredictable as his elder brother, nor is he as calm and calm as his second brother, who does not care about everything.

But the youth is heroic, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, with a long sword on his waist, and a sharp aura. Compared with the first two sons of Yingyang Grand Duke's mansion, he has a little more atmosphere that a single person can suppress a party with a single sword.

At this moment, Brother Ning looked at Al-Lionheart's eyes full of hatred, and heard what Al-Lionheart said, raised his sword out of its sheath, pointed at Al-Lionheart, and said:
"Al-Lionheart, I, Ninger, am not someone who can't afford to lose. You have received dozens of swords from me and you still have the strength to fight back. I, Ninger, got caught by you carelessly. That's your Al-Lionheart's ability. I Ninger-Yingyang lost nothing to say!"

"But you went to the Senate to plead guilty, took advantage of my injury, and went to the wilderness. This is not the style of a man in the imperial capital!"

Al Lionheart has always known who this Ninger Yingyang is, and he is very clear about his temperament. He was not surprised when he heard this, raised his eyebrows, tapped the ground of the arena with a straight knife in his hand, and smiled. said:

"Who are you stupid? If you knock me out with one move, no matter how many plans I have, it will be useless? Ninger-Yingyang, your lover's habit of being in the limelight should also be changed, otherwise, sooner or later When you suffer a lot!"

Ninger-Yingyang sneered, he knew his fault, but when he said it from Al-Lionheart, it was extremely harsh. It turned into a stream of pure gold, and went straight to Al-Lion's heart.

Al-Lionheart inhaled slightly, the sound of the lion's roar echoed around his body, his whole body turned into the color of mithril, and when he swung the sword in his hand, there was a sound of embarrassment.

In mid-air, a silver sword light and a red copper knife light intersected slightly, and the sound of sharp air tearing drowned out the sound of metal collisions.

Al-Lionheart smoothed back tens of meters without leaving the ground, and there was even a slight smoke rubbing out from under his feet.

Ninger Yingyang's shocking figure stagnated, with the long silver sword in his hand hanging in front of him, looking at Al-Lionheart in surprise, and frequently staring at the straight knife in Al-Lionheart's hand.

"This is the shape of the quick knife of the Yongou family in the kingdom of the sea. When did you learn the quick knife, Al-Lionheart?"

Al-Lionheart raised the straight knife, glanced at the blade, and found that there was no scar on the dark copper-colored blade, he secretly praised in his heart, and said:

"The Sea King Yongou's family is not the only Kuaisao family in this world. My Lionheart family has a long heritage, so can't we keep a copy or two of Kuaisao's inheritance?"

Ninger-Yingyang knew that Al-Lionheart was making sophistry, but he couldn't refute it. The Lionheart family has a long history, and no one really knows how many inheritances the family has received.

"Hmph! Al-Lionheart, it's not the style of your Grand Duke Lionheart to hide and hide. After walking in the wilderness, even this bit of tolerance has been lost?"

Al Lionheart smiled without saying a word, the straight knife in his hand turned into a red copper knife light again, blocking Ninger Yingyang's three sword stabs.

The footsteps moved quickly, and the huge force on Ninger's sword was removed. Al-Lionheart moved his wrist slightly. Although he was able to keep up with Ninger-Yingyang's speed with a sharp knife, there was a gap in life and strength. It is very disadvantageous in terms of physique.

In the arena, the two old enemies clashed swords and quarreled non-stop. They had a great time fighting, but one of them was the youngest son of Grand Duke Yingyang, and the other was the only seedling of the Lion Heart family. Although they fought happily, they knew each other well. At most, the winner will be decided, and there will be absolutely no difficulty of life and death, so although the scene is beautiful, there is no tension.

But in the south gate, after Zhou Mo threw the straight knife to Al-Lionheart, he brought up the wild boar and wanted to leave, but was stopped by a group of mithril knights.

Zhou Mo frowned, then threw the wild boar aside, and drank:
"Follow me if you don't want to die."

With his right hand holding the rainbow curved scimitar around his waist, murderous intent arose in his black eyes.

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(End of this chapter)