He looked at Qingkui's sister with a sharp look: "I have already tried to save your brother, but as a member of my fifth regiment, he did not even listen to me, the leader, and insisted on challenging the leader of the Baizhen clan.

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"Hmph, how old is he? How much strength does he have? How much actual combat experience does he have? He hasn't even fully mastered the Qingkui family's signature fighting skill, Bronze Arms, yet he dares to challenge the leader of the Baizhen clan."

"Is this the bravery and fearlessness of a knight? This is being carried away by the thought of revenge, which is beyond stupidity!"

"So, you saw it too. The leader of the Hundred Needles clan used his fighting skill Qianzhen Lie to completely destroy your brother's bronze weapon."

"Thousand Needle Lie is an advanced version of the Hundred Needle Family's signature fighting skill, Hundred Needle Style. It is a move that can only be used by those with a golden level. There have been hundreds, if not thousands, of Imperial knights who have died from this move. Even I, back then,

He also fell to this move and was pierced through the heart by the Baizhen family's stabbing sword!"

"Your brother Qingkui, he did not abide by the Creed of the Templars. He gave up his courage and violated his patience. This is his own death!"

"As the contemporary patriarch of the Qingkui family, he must bear the consequences for his recklessness. This is the price he should pay - even if the price is his life."

The old regiment leader's merciless words made Qing Kui's sister completely powerless. She immediately collapsed on the ground, covered her face and started crying.

The angry young knights around them also fell silent because of the old captain's scolding.

It's just that their teeth clenched tighter and their fists clenched harder.

Patriarch Baizhen took a deep look at the old leader and approached Qingkui again. He said in an arrogant tone: "Chief Qingkui, what else do you think you can do to resist? Do you still have fighting spirit?"

"Then, I will take your life with the next move." The leader of the Baizhen clan slowly raised the stabbing sword, with the tip of the sword pointing straight up, almost touching the tip of his nose.

"This will be the last act of your life. So just watch it with your eyes wide open."

"Don't worry, using Thousand Needles to kill you would be too much of a compliment to you. You are far worse than your father and grandfather. Bai Zhenfeng is the most suitable person to bury you."

"You were lucky enough to survive this attack, so what does it matter if I spare your life?"

After saying that, the stabbing sword in Baizhen Clan leader's hand suddenly turned into a bright sword shadow.

Qingkui roared angrily, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The only fighting spirit left in his body was forced out by him, and a green light flashed, vaguely forming a spear for a knight's charge.

boom!

The two sides collided and then passed each other.

An arm was thrown in the air, dripping with blood, and then fell outside the field.

This arm also holds a stabbing sword in its hand.

That is the sword-holding hand of the Baizhen clan leader!

The whole audience was shocked.

There was dead silence.

With a plop, Qing Kui collapsed on the ground, motionless.

The leader of the Baizhen clan used his left hand to cover the wound that was almost up to his shoulder, his expression extremely ugly.

"Father, father!" Zhen Jin exclaimed, his voice trembling violently.

The old leader walked into the venue at this time and stood between the Baizhen clan leader and Qing Kui, separating the two.

He frowned deeply and stared at the middle-aged nobleman who had lost his arm with a very serious expression: "Chief Baizhen, everything you said during the duel is a sacred oath. The duel between you is over."

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank and he stared at the unconscious Qing Kui. He gritted his teeth and allowed the wound to bleed. His face was full of shock, anger and hatred.

After a while, he slowly nodded, and with a strong sense of sinisterness and unwillingness, he staggered down the stage.

"Father!" Zhen Jin flew over and supported the Bai Zhen clan leader.

There were cheers all around, Qing Kui's sister cried with joy, the young Templars raised their arms and shouted, and many passers-by shouted incredulously.

The middle-aged man looked around, taking in the surrounding scenes, but his expression had returned to calm: "My son, raise your head and look at me. Tell me what the family motto of my family is."

"Don't overestimate people, and don't underestimate people." Zhen Jin reluctantly raised his head, his voice choked with sobs.
Chapter completed!