It's really Shen.

At this moment, he was standing in front of Ji with scars all over his body, his eyes calm.

"Did you escape?" Ji was still looking at the battlefield, his face covered by a bamboo hat, making it completely difficult to see his eyes and expression at this time.

And attitude.

"No, they let me back." Shen shook his head and looked at the battlefield. His injuries seemed to be getting better, at least he no longer panted hard when he spoke.

"Oh?" Ji said in a surprised tone, but there was no surprise in his tone, "Why?"

"They want to cooperate."

"Cooperation...ha..." Ji laughed, not knowing the meaning, and then he asked, "What do you think?"

"I think..." Shen paused and said, "It's a good thing."

"A good thing? Because they let you go?" Ji Feng asked, the question was very calm, and there was no emotion or anger in it.

But the sharpness in the words is enough to cut someone.

"No, it's not." Shen didn't seem to feel the sharpness. He smiled and said, "Master Ji, now it's a time of balanced decision-making. I think this is a good opportunity. Since someone wants to seize our scepter,

Why don't we destroy his throne?"

"..." After a moment of silence, he said, "You came a little late."

"What?" Shen also felt puzzled by this sentence that Ji had already said twice.

"Nothing." Ji shook his head, "Tell me about their conditions."

"After the city is broken, take action." Shen said word by word, "After the thing is done, they will leave."

"Is the city destroyed..." Ji did not agree or refuse, he just said this in a low voice.

The city is broken...

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The city has been destroyed.

At the moment when Ji's voice fell, the city gate, which was said to be comparable to the wall of the Zhanzheng Academy, was finally under the endless bombardment of Louis XIV——

The hole suddenly opened.

The moment the door opened, Meng Qi slowly closed his eyes.

There was panic all around, and he knew that the situation was no longer under his control. No matter how high his prestige was, he could no longer suppress the fearful people.

On the top of the city, Presiden's soldiers took the opportunity to rush to the top of the city.

Everything seems to be lost.

The only thing he can do now is to wait.

Waiting for death, or...

That opportunity might exist.

will you come?

You will...

"Tear--" A sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded in the air.

The next moment, a dark figure appeared behind Louis XIV.

Louis XIV's reaction was not slow. He turned around and drew his sword in an instant.

But it missed.

That figure has disappeared.

Then, it appeared again...

Behind him!!!

"Qiang——" This time, he was still caught.

This time, he was finally hit hard by the long sword in his hand.

The black shadow retreated violently, finally showing its figure not far away.

A bamboo hat, black clothes, a rickety figure, and an extremely terrifying aura.

It is silence.

He finally took action. At the moment when the city was broken.

At the same time, other sounds of breaking through the air continued to sound.

Ninja Legion, the whole army attacks.

Such a sound awakened Meng Qi, who had his eyes closed. He looked at an armored warrior who was almost in front of him, suddenly raised his sword and chopped off the man's head with one blow.

Then he looked up to the sky and said with a smile: "The whole army listens to the order, fight back, fight back!!!"

The situation was reversed in an instant, and the Presidian army, which was originally on the side of the city, became a turtle in the urn the next second.

"It's you, my dear Pope." Louis XIV was not too surprised. He looked at Ji who attacked him, waved his sword gracefully, bowed slightly and said, "You are finally willing to come out.

"

"Your Highness Louis, why are you bothering?" Ji nodded and sighed. "If you protect yourself wisely, no one can take your throne away."

"My throne?" Louis XIV laughed, "You mean my throne? What's the point of a throne for a king whose command can't even leave the city of Prexidian?"

"Tell me, Lord Ji."

Tell me.

Louis XIV stared at Ji, his eyes seeming to burst into flames.

All the bitterness and tolerance he has endured in the past ten years no longer need to be hidden tonight.

He wants to be the real king.

"Then, there must be someone who will stay here tonight." Ji still sighed, but it was the kind of sigh that he sighed for Louis XIV.

In fact, he didn't want to be called a regicide when he was about to die.

"Yes, there is always someone who will stay here tonight." Louis XIV did not sigh, he smiled, extremely confident, and he firmly believed that he could kill the old guy in front of him.

They are all extremely confident people.

When an extremely confident person confronts an extremely confident person, one of them will die.

"Your Holiness, how about you try my sword?" Louis XIV smiled and raised his sword.

As soon as the sword came out, the sky was filled with royal domineering energy and it completely suppressed Ji.

Silence remained motionless, only disappearing the moment those terrifying sword intentions approached.

Then it turned directly into a black shadow, like the fastest dagger, tearing apart the curtain composed of those domineering kings in an instant.

A knife pointed directly at Louis XIV's eyebrows.

Fight fast with fast speed.

Louis XIV did not fall behind. He recovered the unrestrained sword intent as quickly as possible, condensed it on the tip of the sword, and struck the sword directly against Ji's sword.

But Ji is a ninja, and the best ninja.

Ninjas pay attention to deception, not force.

The moment his sword intention contracted, he dissipated into the sky again, and then divided into four seals of wind, fire, thunder and lightning to attack Louis XIV in four directions.

Virtual and real.

For a moment, it was completely impossible to tell which curse seal he was hiding in.

The best duel is probably like this, with all the strength, skills, and opportunities at your fingertips.

It can break all the opponent's killing moves in an instant, and at the same time conjure up terrifying killing moves.

Everything happens in an instant.

Victory or defeat, life or death.

"Ang——" Louis XIV was not flustered in the face of Ji's trick. He saw the right moment and swung his long sword suddenly, protecting all directions of his body in an instant.

Let Ji's attack be in vain.

At the same time, the sword was accidentally released, chasing every curse mark, and must cause fatal damage to Ji at the next moment.

But silence is silence after all.

In fact, he is not hiding in any curse seal at all.

He was hiding in the endless shadows, waiting for Louis XIV to be negligent and then take his life with the force of thunder.

"Yes, His Highness already has the demeanor of a master of swordsmanship." Ji nodded, showed up, and praised.

"Concession, Your Holiness the Pope is well-deserved." Louis XIV's face was also calm.

The two people smiled slightly, but their murderous intentions were already rampant.

The entire battlefield was in a commotion.

There was only a dark place, and Shen, who was covered in scars, folded his arms and looked at the two people fighting fiercely, with a cold light in his eyes. (To be continued...)
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