Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

"I have no objection." Su Nian shrugged, and the light of the crystal lamp reflected on his face, making the smile at the corner of his mouth look even colder and crueler.

"But, I have a request."

"You are the recipient of the duel, so you should be able to make a request that does not affect the fairness of the duel."

Duke Sea Lion looked calm. No matter what today, he would help Freir expose this clown.

Su Nian stood up, looked at Freir and Sea Lion Duke from a distance, and said lightly:

"I ask to sign a life and death contract, and this duel becomes a life and death duel."

The dragon slayer's words made everyone in the banquet hall scream in surprise.

This is a bit too big a deal.

Ordinary duels are most likely to be missing arms and legs, and those can be saved with magic.

But a fight to the death must go on to the death. One of the two must die, otherwise the duel will not stop.

The pin drop could be heard in the banquet hall.

Duke Sea Lion looked ugly. He wanted to give Freir a chance, but that didn't mean he wanted to risk his life.

"Father, I am willing to sign a life and death contract with Mr. Su Nian!"

Just when everyone was hesitant, Freyr stood up heroically.

His eyes met Su Nian's, and sparks seemed to fly in them.

"I will take back my honor and pride with my own hands!"

His voice was filled with determination and determination that was irresistible.

After saying this, he turned to face Princess Minian, his eyes looked tenderly at the person he thought about day and night, and said affectionately:

"Minian, don't worry, I will never let you plunge into the abyss, I will give you salvation, I swear!"

Minian: "???"

I saw that Freir had already pulled out the sword from his waist, holding it upright in front of his eyes with one hand. He gently leaned the tip of his nose against the blade, closed his eyes slightly, and actually swore.

"Brother Su Nian, beat him to death!"

Minian raised her hands in the shape of a trumpet and shouted loudly, without caring about Freir's feelings.

This move was so shocking that the eldest princess Irene quickly covered her little sister's mouth in panic.

Facing the astonished looks of the dignitaries in the hall, she could only lament in her heart and respond with an embarrassed smile.

Princess Minian's words were like a sharp sword passing through Freir's heart.

He groaned and opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, almost losing his grip on the sword in his hand.

"She must have been seduced by this fame-seeking person!"

Freyr murmured to himself that he believed that as long as he killed the Dragon Slayer, everything would go back to how it was before.

Minian still belongs to him!

He turned to face King Aililan, his breath becoming rapid and heavy: "Your Majesty, I am ready."

King Aililan glanced at his second daughter, his eyes becoming a little subtle.

"Then Your Excellency Su Nian, are you sure you want to start this duel? You can still refuse now. As a distinguished guest of our Airland Empire, you should accept the courtesy and not participate in this reckless duel."

Su Nian was speechless in his heart.

This old bastard has clearly got the word "fight" etched on his face, yet he ends up talking nonsense here.

After the beating quickly, he still has to coax Anna!

This little girl's jealousy boiled over after Princess Minian shouted that.

"Your Majesty, let's begin."

He stood up directly and walked to the center of the hall. Two palace guards immediately pushed over the weapon rack.

Su Nian randomly selected a big sword and held it in his hand.

This kind of weapon is relatively simple, and one hit will basically cause serious injury, avoiding the situation where one sword cannot be killed.

"Very good, now that both parties are ready, let's make a life and death contract!"

King Aililan waved his hand, and immediately a knight came up with a parchment scroll.

Freyr bit his finger and signed his name on the parchment.

Su Nian asked for a quill pen dipped in ink to sign slowly.

This scene fell into Freir's eyes, making him feel even more contemptuous.

Just this kind of garbage, he can kill it with his sword in less than a minute.

After the certificate of life and death was signed, King Airland announced that the duel had begun.

A space was vacated in the center of the banquet hall.

Su Nian and Freire stood opposite each other, both of them were silent and bowed in greeting.

"You're going to die here, your nightmares have caught up with you."

Freyr held his sword in one hand and pointed it at the dragon slayer ten steps away.

A strong wind swept in from outside the palace, bringing with it a cold breath, and a fallen leaf twirled under Freir's knight boots.

Su Nian didn't say a word. He just stood there carelessly, without even unsheathing his giant sword.

But the solemn atmosphere continued unabated.

"Bang!" A loud noise broke the calm.

It was the roar of knight's boots hitting the rocky ground.

Freyr jumped high, his body dancing in the air like a whirling butterfly, and the sword in his hand created a gorgeous storm and rolled towards Su Nian.

The passionate fighting spirit boiled in his body, and they converged into unparalleled killing intent and poured into the light and shadow of the sword.

The moment he takes action, it is an extremely powerful killing move, as fast as lightning.

Freyr felt that he had never drawn a sword so fast in his life.

The time around them seemed to turn into a moment, the sound disappeared, and the field of vision narrowed to only the light spots on the faces of Su Nian and Minian.

He could even see Princess Minian's panicked expression on the blade of the sword.

What are you panicking about? Minian!

We are childhood sweethearts!

"kill--!"

Freyr roared wildly, his sword like a swimming dragon.

The man in front of him was full of flaws.

Su Nian stared coldly at the approaching knight.

Although he really wanted to cut Freir in half with the palace wall behind him with one sword.

But that seemed a bit too shocking.

In line with the principle of being a dragon in a high profile and a human being in a low profile, he decided to deal with the knight in front of him for a while.

The giant sword slashed vertically, and with a sound of "Bang!", the long sword cut by Freir was smashed into the ground at an almost impossible angle.

Freir's pupils shrank and he quickly sheathed his sword. At the same time, he dodged Su Nian's lightning kick, and then continued to approach with his sword.

The graceful sword dance and fierce sword light amazed the surrounding palace nobles who were watching the battle.

The gorgeous brilliance of various Dou Qi slashes swayed on the wine glass. The two people in the center of the hall were fighting together like ferocious beasts. Their figures were intertwined with each other. The giant sword was as thick as a mountain, and the long sword was as crazy as a tornado. Every move was without hesitation. A merciless killing move, every step taken is to better tear the opponent's throat.

Blood splattered in the sky, everyone screamed in surprise, and saw Freyr, who had high hopes, kneeling on one knee.

One of his arms was missing.

"Frel!" Duke Sea Lion's eyes were splitting.

He wanted to rush forward to rescue his son, but a huge pressure suppressed him in place, unable to move.

They are the great sages around King Airland.

Their eyes flickered, and they had actually joined forces to build a shield to cover Sunian and Freir inside.

In this way, no one can interfere with the battle inside.

King Aililan pinched the corner of his beard and smiled, watching this death battle with great interest.

"Kill!" Freyr's eyes were splitting as he gradually fell into madness.

He picked up the sword with his left hand and rushed towards Su Nian like a wounded beast.

Even though one hand was missing, his murderous intent was still strong, and his movements showed no sluggishness.

It's a pity that Su Nian no longer plans to play with him.

He secretly increased the strength of his wrist, and the simulated fighting spirit on his body also held Freir firmly down.

One sword after another became heavier and more cruel.

Freyr also went from barely parrying at the beginning to dodging in embarrassment.

But after all, he couldn't hide forever.

During a block with his sword raised, his long sword was chopped into pieces by the giant sword in Su Nian's hand.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy sword struck his knight's helmet hard.

"Uh-huh!"

Freyr's head was shaken by a huge force, bleeding from all his orifices, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a wail.

Su Nian sheathed his sword and reached out with his left hand like lightning, pinched Freir's neck and lifted it up.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he stabbed forward, and the blade penetrated Freyr's waist, completely slicing his spine to his abdomen.

The giant sword was drawn out.

With a "squeak" sound, the internal organs spurted out from the incision and rolled into a ball with the dust on the ground.

Su Nian let go, and the giant sword hit the ground with a clang, lying quietly next to Freir's body.

He turned around and walked calmly towards his seat.

The banquet hall was deathly silent.

There was only the sound of the knight's boots colliding with the ground.

One after another, unhurriedly.

But it trampled on the hearts of every noble in the palace.