"Kill him!!!" The murderous intent in my heart was finally hard to suppress.

Louis XIV shouted, suddenly raised his sword and soared into the sky.

A sword pointed straight into Mengqi's eyebrows.

No one has ever seen what Louis XIV looks like with a sword.

Because whether before or after the country is destroyed, he seems to be the image of a weak crown prince in people's eyes.

Elegance, weakness, nobility, and gorgeousness are the words that describe him. He seems to always wear the most complicated clothes and the most precious jewelry. Every word he says is embedded with the pronunciation of the oldest nobles.

He seemed to be completely not associated with a weapon like a sword.

However, in fact, what few people know is that in the last few years of the old era, the Ionian Royal Swordsman Guard, which represents the highest category of swordsmanship, was the last few years when this organization existed.

The first name of swordsmanship is Andrei.

Louis XIV's nickname.

He had used this name to walk in Ionia for many years, and many people had guided him in swordsmanship.

These include the deceased Ionia swordsman Rito, the most outstanding swordsman in Ionia's history in the past century, or the most outstanding swordsman in Ionia's entire history, and the one who can dominate the same generation as Master Yi,

Yasuo, who has never decided the winner but has no time to fight, has no time to fight.

Everyone has made a very high evaluation of him, especially Master Yi’s most interesting one, he said:

"If you are not a king, you will have your place in the sword path."

And another thing that proves his talent in kendo is another kendo genius of his contemporary era, Zelos, the man who might be able to become the second Master Yi.

He never beat Louis XIV once during his service in the Royal Swordsman Guard, and he admitted it himself. He was no match for him at all, and it would be difficult for him to be.

That's such a person, such a name.

When he took off his disguise for more than ten years and pulled out the dusty sword again.

This sword...

It should be.

How terrible!!!

"Hiss-" At the moment the sword stabbed out, Meng Qi, who was originally gasping there, suddenly raised his head.

At that moment, he felt a terrifying murderous intent.

He felt that if he was not bad, he might die at any time.

That sword...

Before the sword edge reached, the sword intent seemed to have pierced into the soul.

"In the past, Soraka commented on the younger generation on the island. Zelos only occupied one word for eroticism, and Andrei occupied one word for jue. I didn't think so at the time, but now I want to come..." Ji looked at the extremely shocking one

Sword, in a trance, seemed to see Master Yi who came from the west with a sword on the battlefield. He sighed, "I was wrong. Human power cannot reach the end of it... Destiny."

He said this sentence with deep meaning.

Unlimited emotion.

It was too late to say it. It was soon.

Louis XIV's sword edge had already arrived in front of Monkey. Monkey was so fast that he just raised his head, and he had not even raised his hand.

Go to death.

Louis XIV looked at Monkey with extremely cold eyes. His temperament had completely changed. He was no longer as gentle as before. Even if he was wearing military uniform, he was a little weak.

Now he was like the sword in his hand, showing his sharpness.

Just using your eyes is enough to be bone-black.

But Monkey is Monkey, he can fight alone and never fall. Of course, his strength is his strength.

Although he was already half strong at this time, he was covered in injuries.

But this could not hinder his extreme performance at all. He suddenly leaned back, and his hands kept stopping, using the knife as the fulcrum, and a very beautiful spinning leg. He avoided Louis XIV at the most dangerous angle. That sword also gave the fastest counterattack.

Louis XIV seemed a little surprised at Monkey's reaction, but he stabbed the sky with a sword and immediately turned to slap it. He attacked Monkey again with a sword.

Meng Qi did not dare to neglect her, so she took three steps in a row, and slashed her with a long sword in her hand.

His spirit was highly concentrated, and every inch of his muscles was tense, so tight that the wounds that had just stopped started to bleed again.

This is really a fierce battle.

This short few seconds of battle is much more dangerous than he had fought for so long before. He has gone through strict calculations for every step.

As long as it was a little worse just now, he was already on the spot.

This is something he had never thought of, and it was not expected.

He could never have known in his dream that the crown prince of Ionia, who has always been known for his weakness and cowardice, had such terrible strength.

His long sword hit the opponent's fast attack three times in a row. The man was almost forced to retreat and his arms were numb, as if he could be defeated by the opponent in the next strike at any time.

Such a terrible suppression...

But Louis XIV seemed to be still dissatisfied. He finally took a serious look at the man covered in blood in front of him.

It seemed as if he was amazed that he could actually block his three-combo attack.

But he just sighed for a moment, and the sword in his hand took action again.

His swordsmanship is completely different from Master Yi's kind of mastery of nature, nor is he pursuing absolute speed like Master Rito. His swordsmanship pursues a kind of suppression even more.

A kind of domineeringness.

The kingly way.

Kingly way.

Fast and slow, slow and fast, each attack is powerful and powerful, and each attack is overwhelming from all directions.

A suffocating sword technique.

"I call it Presidian." Louis XIV stepped on his sword, and each step was filled with terrible pressure. "Do you know what Presidian means?"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if they were completely cleared from this space by that terrible aura.

"Preshidian is a man born to be a king and destined to rule the world."

"You should be honored to be the first person to die under Precidian."

He took three steps and raised his sword high.

A sword.

"An——" A roar like an ancient bell was heard on the sword.

For a moment, there seemed to be a huge pressure like a mountain pressing towards Monkey.

Monkey took another step back and leaned against the wall.

There is no way to retreat.

He licked his lips, but there was no despair in his eyes that was forced into a dead end.

Because, never despair is the creed he forced to instill in himself.

Because his life is not just him.

He has to live with many people who have to go to the end of the world.

How could he die here casually?

"I..." Mengqi laughed again, "I am..."

"Don't believe it..."

"What……"

"Destiny!!!"

"Clang—"

The long sword came out again, with great stubbornness and no bowing.

Towards destiny. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!