The Storm Sword Saint had retreated too quickly. Before anyone could react, the Storm Sword Saint, Master Maggrut, had already disappeared from the hall. He had directly broken through the wall and left a human-shaped hole in the wall of the tent that was decorated to look like a palace wall …
Laurist was also stunned. He had not expected the Storm Sword Saint to escape without a fight. He had wanted to have a good battle with this Master Maggrut. Over the past few years, he had not had an opponent who was on par with him, causing his swordsmanship and cultivation to stagnate at a bottleneck, unable to break through. Now that he had finally found a Sword Saint to be his opponent, the moment he activated the Sanguine Domain, the other party had turned tail and fled without a single attack. What was going on?
Laurist suddenly felt that it had not been easy for him to download the drama about the illicit love between the royal wife and the young man that had been circulating on the internet for a long time. He had even taken off his pants, only to see that it was like the cartoon The Seven Calabashes. Preposterous, can you run? Laurist snorted angrily and hurriedly chased after him. He had to keep this bullsh * t Sword Saint, who ran away the moment he got serious.
The hall was very big. The place where Laurist was at was about ten meters away from the human-shaped hole that the Storm Sword Saint had broken through the wall. It was right at the edge of the Sanguine Domain. But just as Laurist was about two to three meters away from the hole, he suddenly felt an oppressive pressure coming from outside the tent.
"Not good …" Laurist's feet sank, and his body instantly stood as tall as a mountain. His footsteps were steady, and he had already taken a defensive stance.
The entire wall of the tent turned into flying cotton in front of Laurist's eyes, falling down. Whether it was the tent's tarpaulin or the skeleton made of fine iron, they all turned into flying snowflakes at this moment. The wall of the tent disappeared, and Laurist realized that the Storm Sword Saint, who had fled without a fight, was standing five to six meters away.
* Boom! * This was a loud sound that reverberated in the depths of Laurist's mind. He could not help but snort coldly, and took two steps back. As for the Storm Sword Saint, who was standing opposite him, his body also swayed a little, but he did not retreat.
This was the result of the two Domains colliding. Laurist's Domain was blood-red, a color that could not be seen but could be felt. The dripping blood gave off a cold and merciless killing intent. In this blood-red world, any life would feel like a sacrifice. On the other hand, the Windstorm Sword Sage's Domain was greyish-black in color. It was a world where strong gales howled furiously, bringing with it a shrill, piercing howl and a chill that pierced one's heart and lungs. It was as if a person was hanging on to a protruding part of a cliff and was being attacked by a force seven or eight gale, and would fall at any moment …
As it turned out, the Storm Sword Sage was not fleeing without a fight. Instead, he wanted to escape Laurist's Sanguine Domain and activate his own Storm Domain to fight Laurist. Very well! Loriste regretted not taking advantage of the opportunity just now and letting the Storm Sword Sage off for nothing. One had to know that in his Blood Massacre Domain, Laurist was like a god. It was just that he had not reacted in time and let the Storm Sword Saint escape. Otherwise, the Storm Sword Saint would not have been able to escape unscathed …
The entire tent was already on the verge of collapse, and was in a mess. From the range of the Domain, the Windstorm Sword Saint's Domain was clearly twice as large as Laurist's Sanguine Domain. Everything in the hall that had been swept into the Windstorm Domain seemed to have been attacked by a tornado. They rose and fell in the air of the hall, floating and spinning, before gradually shattering into shards that scattered down...
In order to avoid the Domains of Laurist and the Storm Sword Saint, the people in the hall retreated step by step. Not only did they retreat to the back of the platform where the throne was, they even learned from the Storm Sword Saint, drawing their swords and cutting through the walls of the tent and retreating from the hall. However, the nobles of the kingdom and the second prince still had expressions of joy and disbelief on their faces, as if they had escaped death. As for Marquis Krilos, he had long lost his elegant smile and composure. Instead, it was replaced with an expression of unexpected fear …
In terms of feeling, although the Storm Sword Saint's Domain was twice as large as Laurist's Sanguine Domain, it did not feel as solid as the Sanguine Domain. It was like a small bowl on a large plate, and the plate and bowl were clashing intensely. To the spectating nobles, Laurist and the Storm Sword Saint were fighting at the point where the two Domains overlapped. Their actions were extremely laughable, and both of them were using extremely slow movements to attack and defend …
Laurist was already drenched in sweat. He had never thought that the overlapping of the two Domains would give him a feeling of heaviness, as if a mountain was pressing down on his body. Not only did he feel a heavy pressure on his body, even the sword in his hand felt as heavy as Qianjun, and he could barely lift it. The blood-red gale turned into a solid giant blade that slowly swept past his body. Laurist slowly took a step forward, and slowly raised his sword to stab at the Storm Sword Saint.
The Storm Sword Saint's situation was even more difficult than Laurist's. Even though he had more experience fighting other Sword Saints than Laurist, he had never thought that Laurist's blood-red Domain would make him feel like he had fallen into a quagmire. It was too strange. It was as if he had fallen into a bowl of rice paste. His Storm Domain was a swift and violent path, and now that it had overlapped with Lollister's Sanguine Domain, he could no longer summon the wind. His every move seemed to be a sloppy one. Furthermore, the pressure was immense, and his movements could not be connected. He had no choice but to block Laurist's attacks in slow motion, and he could not help but cry out in pain.
If there was no Domain, then the battle between the Storm Sword Saint and Laurist would be like lightning and thunder, so fast that others could not distinguish them clearly. However, when they overlapped with each other's Domains, it was as if the gravity in a gravity room had been increased by several times. Both of them were fighting in slow motion, which onlookers found extremely laughable. You slowly stab me, I slowly block with my sword, and then slowly counterattack with my sword …
Laurist was starting to feel anxious. His Sanguine Domain could only last for fifteen minutes, but he had already been fighting with the Storm Sword Saint in slow motion for more than ten minutes, and neither of them could do anything to the other. If this continued, once his Sanguine Domain was gone, and the Storm Sword Saint's Domain was still active, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Laurist had to immediately find a way to deal a heavy blow to the Storm Sword Saint. He tried his best to get closer to the Storm Sword Saint, but the latter was extremely experienced and cunning. If Laurist advanced, he would retreat. The two of them maintained a distance of one sword. It was very likely that the experienced Storm Sword Saint had already seen through the nature of Laurist's Sanguine Domain not being able to last for long, and wanted to delay until Laurist's Domain collapsed.
There was no other way. Laurist's eyes revealed a sense of determination. Facing the Storm Sword Saint, who had blocked his longsword and was about to stab his chest, he did not dodge. Instead, he raised his chest and faced the attack. The ice-cold edge of the sword entered his body, and came out from his back. The feeling of being stabbed in slow motion brought Laurist a lasting and unbearable pain. Laurist gritted his teeth, and continued to get closer. The longsword in his right hand that had been blocked slashed down in a semicircle …
The Storm Sword Saint was shocked. Even in his dreams, he had never thought that Laurist would use such a suicidal method. His longsword had already pierced into Laurist's chest. There was no time to pull it out or slash horizontally. The sword in Laurist's right hand that was slowly slashing down would definitely cut off the Storm Sword Saint's head first.
The Storm Sword Saint did not have the slightest intention to die with Laurist. He had two choices. One was to retreat, but he had to give up on the longsword that had pierced into Laurist's chest. Perhaps he would have to be slashed open by Laurist's slanted longsword. The second was to advance and stick close to Laurist to avoid the blade. This was the most suitable choice. Although he was close to Laurist, the counterattack from Laurist's slanted longsword would not be able to severely injure him. At the same time, he had control over Laurist's life and death. Because he did not need to give up on his sword, after avoiding this attack, he only needed to slash horizontally, and the longsword that had already pierced into Laurist's chest would cut Laurist into two …
The Storm Sword Saint obviously chose the second option. In his eyes, Laurist was seeking his own death. He took a step diagonally, and leaned close to Laurist. As long as the longsword's momentum was exhausted, he could use his left shoulder to knock Laurist away. With a wave of the longsword in his right hand, everything would be fine. But unexpectedly, Laurist took a step to the side at the same time. It was as if the two of them had switched positions. Laurist's long-prepared left palm struck the Storm Sword Saint's chest, and an abrupt force shot out.
In the eyes of the spectators, Laurist was finished. The Storm Sword Saint had pierced into Laurist's chest, and he had switched positions to avoid Laurist's slanted longsword that was like a counterattack before his death. In the eyes of everyone, Laurist's slow left palm seemed to be an unconscious action that Laurist had done in order to push the Storm Sword Saint away.
It's over. The second prince and all the nobles of the kingdom once again revealed expressions of despair. The Storm Sword Saint had still defeated Laurist, and the outcome had not changed …
A soft 'chi chi chi' sound could be heard. The Storm Sword Saint, who was stuck close to Laurist, suddenly flushed red. He opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed onto Laurist's face. Immediately after, his chest, which had been struck by Laurist's left palm, bulged out. His entire body was flung high into the air, and he tumbled in mid-air before landing on the platform in front of the throne. He struggled like an old dog on its deathbed, vomiting mouthful after mouthful of blood …
The Domain suddenly disappeared. Whether it was the Storm Domain of the Storm Sword Saint, who was sprawled on the gold-threaded carpet in front of the platform and vomiting blood, or the Sanguine Domain of Laurist, who was struggling to stand up straight with a longsword still in his chest, all of them disappeared without a trace at this moment. The dilapidated hall finally calmed down.
No one had expected such a turn of events to happen just as Laurist was about to be defeated and killed. Even if no one knew how Laurist had caused the outcome to become a lose-lose situation, it was an indisputable fact that the Storm Sword Saint was on his last breath like a dead dog. The second prince and all the nobles of the kingdom focused their gazes on Master Maggrut at the same time. Their expressions of despair were replaced by ecstasy and passion in the blink of an eye. Their hands were already involuntarily placed on the hilt of their swords. At this moment, the way they looked at the Storm Sword Saint was as if they were looking at a weak and peerless beauty, especially when this beauty was completely naked …
"Gulp." Marquis Krilos swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and turned his head to meet the second prince's seemingly smiling expression. The second prince still had an expression of despair and ecstasy on his face. The two conflicting expressions made the second prince's face look extremely sinister and sinister at this moment. Marquis Krilos only felt that his legs were a little weak, and he had the urge to collapse onto the ground and pee.
Marquis Krilos forced himself to speak dryly, "Your Majesty, we, we are envoys. Even if the negotiations break down, you should let, let us go. Only then will we not lose the etiquette and grace of the royal family …"
"Haha, Minister Krilos, don't worry. We will definitely let you go. As for this Storm Sword Saint and your guards, the outcome is very simple. Haha … "The second prince chuckled and waved his hand." Kill them! "
Marquis Krilos collapsed onto the ground, and his butt was soon wet. He had been relying on the Storm Sword Saint, but now that the Storm Sword Saint was lying on the platform like a fish out of water, vomiting a large pool of blood, everyone knew that he was finished. One could imagine how the second prince, who hated him to the core, would treat him, the envoy of the Trade Alliance …
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" The sounds of swords being unsheathed rang out. If the Storm Sword Saint was unharmed, then these nobles and Great Swordsmen of the kingdom would all be cowards, sheep waiting to be slaughtered. But now that the Storm Sword Saint and Lorist had both been defeated and injured, everyone could tell that he was almost finished. No one was willing to miss the chance to beat a dog when it was down. Killing a Sword Saint would make one a legend, an honor that would allow one's family to spread their name proudly for a hundred years. Who wouldn't fight to be the first to charge forward …
The first to rush onto the platform was the second prince's bodyguard, Great Swordmaster Munster. As a Level Two Great Swordmaster Munster, he was very cautious. Although he was the first to rush onto the platform, his first strike was only aimed at the Storm Sword Saint's left rib. This was only to test if the Storm Sword Saint still had the strength to fight back. The Storm Sword Saint cried out in pain. The Great Swordmaster Munster had slashed a large wound on his left rib, and fresh blood gushed out. The Great Swordmaster Munster was shocked. He retracted his sword and took two steps back, while the Storm Sword Saint did not fight back. Instead, he flipped over and sat up, no longer crouching on the ground. He also stopped vomiting blood.
The second to rush onto the platform was Redi. However, he did not even look at the Storm Sword Saint. Instead, he rushed towards Lorist. He was just trying to protect his master.
The third to rush onto the platform was the Great Swordmaster Riemard, who was under the service of the Grand Duke of Fulundor. He was an honorary viscount of the former Fulundor Duchy. As the personal bodyguard of the Grand Duke of Fulundor, he had also attended the banquet to welcome the envoy along with the other nobles of the kingdom. Now that he had seen the Storm Sword Saint heavily injured by Lorist, he could no longer suppress his desire to make a name for himself. He believed that after killing the Storm Sword Saint, not only would his name be known throughout the world, the second prince might even be happy and confer him the title of a noble.
The Great Swordmaster Riemard, who had rushed onto the platform behind Redi, regretted that he had been a step too slow. He was afraid that the credit for killing the Storm Sword Saint would be snatched away by Redi. Seeing that Redi had crossed the platform and was heading straight for Laurist, Master Swordsman Rimard was overjoyed. He immediately dashed in front of the Master Swordsman Munster and slashed at the Storm Sword Saint's neck.
The Great Swordmaster Munster was shocked and shouted anxiously, "Be careful!"
However, he was blocked by the Great Swordmaster Riemard in front of him, and could only move to the side in preparation to receive him. The Great Swordmaster Riemard did not mind the Great Swordmaster Munster's shout. He had purposely stood in front of the Great Swordmaster Munster to prevent him from snatching the credit. Be careful, be careful of what? The Storm Sword Saint did not have a sword in his hand. His sternum had obviously been shattered by Lorist's attack. What was there to be careful of when he was a sheep waiting to be slaughtered? Wasn't he just jealous that he had snatched the credit? Haha, who told you to be so careful in probing? Wouldn't it have been better if you had just beheaded him?
The Great Swordmaster Riemard's sword slashed at the Storm Sword Saint's neck. Just an inch more and he would have succeeded, but he suddenly felt his vision darken. A strong gust of wind blew, and sand and pebbles flew towards him. The Great Swordmaster Riemard turned pale with fright. "Domain!"
The Storm Sword Saint's figure had already disappeared from his vision. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his arm, and his sword had disappeared. The Great Swordmaster Riemard really wanted to beg for his life, but he could no longer say anything. This was because the Storm Sword Sage had already stabbed the Great Swordsman Rimard's body with the sword he had snatched from the back of his neck, along his spine. The Great Swordmaster Riemard felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He only struggled for a moment before dying on the platform.
The Great Swordmaster Munster held his right wrist and retreated hurriedly. Just now, when the Storm Sword Saint had activated his domain to snatch the sword, he had casually cut off his right wrist. If he had not been cautious, he might have lost his life. All the nobles of the kingdom who had yet to rush up to the platform turned around and ran back as if they had seen a ghost …
The shadow on the platform flashed twice, and the Storm Domain shattered and disappeared again. The figure of the Storm Sword Saint appeared, standing with his sword, while the corpse of the Great Swordmaster Riemard lay at his feet. Although the Storm Sword Saint was still vomiting blood from time to time, and the wound on his left rib was still bleeding, the nobles of the kingdom were like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring. None of them dared to move forward recklessly …
"Use the longbowmen to deal with him …" Grand Duke Fisablun shouted from afar. He was sure that the Storm Sword Saint would not be able to hurt him at this distance.
"Hmph!" The Storm Sword Saint snorted angrily. It was obvious that Grand Duke Fisablun's suggestion had hit his weak point. He was already severely injured, and was only holding on forcefully. If the nobles of the kingdom were to swarm him together, he would only be able to kill three or four of them before he would be dismembered. Turning his head to glare at Laurist, who still had a sword stuck in his chest, the Storm Sword Saint tapped the ground with the longsword in his hand. His entire body flew up like a wild goose, and he landed outside the tent, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He tapped the ground with the longsword again, and leapt up again. In the blink of an eye, he was far away …
"Pfft …" Laurist spat out a mouthful of blood that he had been holding back for a long time. He fell limp like a noodle. Amidst Redi's panicked cries, Laurist's vision turned black. Just before he fainted, he heard the Second Prince's furious roar, "Chase! We must chase and kill that Sword Saint!"
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