call!

The wind howled and the sword light suddenly stopped.

The tunnel became quiet.

Thales panted nervously. He half-knelt on the ground, opened his hands, and blocked Slimani behind him.

At this moment, Lausanne II's sword stopped in front of him, only an inch away from Thales' chest.

The tip of the sword does not move at all, as steady as a mountain.

"When you rushed over, you kept your eyes open from beginning to end," Luosang said lightly. "It seems that you are really not afraid of death."

Success? Success?

"Your sword is very stable, and you can send and receive it freely." Thales stared at the opponent's eyepiece and forced an ugly smile, "It seems that you really don't intend to hurt me."

The moment the words fell, Thales felt his eyes sting - as if a sharp knife shot out from behind the opponent's eyepiece.

The tunnel was quiet for a while.

Lausanne II glanced at Thales, then looked at Slimani lying behind him, took a few steps back, and withdrew his sword.

Only then did Thales exhale.

Damn it, the bet was won.

He lowered his arms and took the opportunity to move his joints and relax his muscles.

That's right, the stagnation and numbness in the body are much lighter than before.

In other words, I have become stronger - no, are you kidding me? It should be said that the effect of the other party's superpower... has really begun to weaken?

Thales thought hard.

Luosang stared at the prince in front of him, thinking non-stop.

It seems that informing him in advance that he will not be harmed not only did not weaken the prince's will to fight, but also allowed him to retreat and protect himself wisely. Instead, it gave the opponent a good card, even if he was unarmed.

If he continues to go crazy and use this suicidal interception to block the target without being able to hurt him...

Well, this is quite a challenge, even for himself.

This prince.

It's really confusing and annoying.

And cunning.

Lausanne II casually held a sword flower in his hand, and the sword was flexible in his hand, like a third hand:

"The value of this defense attorney is so high. Is it worth your life in exchange for it, Your Highness?"

"This is not a transaction," Thales shook his head and replied casually, "It has nothing to do with utilitarianism or his value."

Lausanne II was silent when he heard this.

"I see."

After a few seconds, he nodded slowly, but his words were sarcastic:

"I have seen people like you, Your Highness, moved by those noble knightly virtues and slogans: 'Protect the weak', 'Guard the good'... It is admirable, but also embarrassing."

Lausanne II sneered:

"It must be understood that these moral qualities that are promoted and slogans that are designed to protect and guard are, in the final analysis, just the 'weakness' that obeys the strong and the 'goodness' that obeys the powerful."

Thales frowned slightly.

"From a certain perspective, you are right. Everything born from the soil of the weak and the strong, whether you realize it or not, is inherently beneficial to the strong and protects the strong..."

Luosang interrupted him, pointing the tip of his sword directly at the defender on the ground:

"Then you should know, Your Highness! The person you condescend to save is neither weak nor kind. He was once a vigilance officer, attached to the system to suck blood and be parasitic. He is a man who dares to do whatever he wants if he wears an official cover.

He is a rotten person who is afraid of the strong and bullies the weak, and bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong."

Thales was stunned.

He looked at Luosang's sword, sighed and nodded.

"Yes, I know, he is, he may be."

But the next moment, Thales stood up and spoke firmly:

"but I am not."

He stared at Luosang and took a step forward to block the unconscious person behind him.

"I can't be."

Lausanne II did not reply.

His eyepieces were still dark, with nothing reflected except the dim light from the stove.

Just when Thales took a deep breath and thought about what to do next...

"I understand." Luosang spoke softly, his voice ethereal, echoing faintly in the dark tunnel.

Thales looked at the position of the dagger and said casually:

"Know what?"

"The reason why you protect this guy," Lausanne replied calmly, with profound meaning, "has nothing to do with his political value, the gains and losses in it, or even anyone or anything, but only concerns you and your own choice.

."

Thales' expression changed.

The way he looked at Luosang changed slightly:

"Interesting, you actually understand."

He exhaled and remembered something, which was a little emotional, but also a little funny:

"It's a pity that my personal guard captain still doesn't understand."

But at this moment, the black-clothed killer's sword came out again!

Oops!

The Sin of Hell River roared up, Thales' nerves tightened, his steps turned, and he stopped in front of the sword's edge!

Okay, he finally understood - these days, only by being able to carry out sneak attacks can you become a master.

But unexpectedly, Lausanne II's long sword just turned in a circle, and the light flickered on Thales' face, forcing him to blink subconsciously.

Not good!

As soon as Thales had this idea in his mind, he felt the light of his opponent's sword fading away, followed by the roar of the wind!

Luosang's black boots were hidden behind the sword move and he was kicked out fiercely. Thales had no time to react and could only block it with his arms.

"Boom!"

The opponent's kick was so powerful and the angle was so tricky that Thales couldn't stand still and flew off the ground!

Damn it, I was just broken through?

Thales, who was in the air, trembled in his heart and regretted it beyond words.

I paid too much attention to his sword moves.

What's even more annoying is that after performing this move, Lausanne II actually had the leisure to wave his hand to him in the air and make a "goodbye" gesture.

thump!

With a heavy muffled sound, Thales fell two meters away, feeling pain in his buttocks.

But he had no time to care about the pain.

Now, nothing can stop Lausanne from killing people.

No.

No!

Luosang stepped forward, lowered his sword blade, and got closer and closer to Slimani.

"Grass!"

The boy sitting on the ground roared and instinctively waved his arms!

The next moment, the JC dagger left his hand, cut through the air, and shot towards Lausanne II!

Luosang didn't even look back when he heard this, he just smiled softly.

He flicked his wrist slightly, and the sword blade met the dagger flying towards him with incomparable precision, without missing a beat.

Thales felt cold inside.

No!

No no no no!
To be continued...