"Get away!"
boom! ! !
Liao Ye's eyes glared, and he swung his Chang Ge, hitting the wings of a flying dragon, and directly smashed the flying dragon to the ground, making a violent sound.
"Where's the Storm King!?" Liao Ye shouted behind him after wiping the blood on his mask.
"She went to stop that Lancelot! Let's hold on here! There are too many flying dragons!" The person who responded to Liao Ye was Arash. He found a good position and lost an arrow in his hand. One after another, it seems like it will never be used up, but even so, it is an expression of gritted teeth.
The East Village is burning with fire.
"Roar!!!"
A huge roar came, Liao Ye gritted his teeth, quickly turned around and looked forward.
There——
It is a monster that is obviously a dragon, but carries a lance and a shield.
"It's not Mordred, it's the one named Gareth..." With a snort, Liao Ye advanced instead of retreating and went forward, "Let me meet you!"
——
stop--
stop--
Ping!
"Uh-" Bindu gritted his teeth as the long sword blocked the arrow.
"They say you can run faster than I can miss my arrow, but the two of us have never had a decent duel...Bindu, can you still run?" Tristan stood on the side of the flying dragon. On the back, his eyes opened a little, looking at Bindu standing on the ground.
Blood seeped out of Bindu's armor on one side.
DaVinci's potion and rebandaging both work, but...
The violent exercise still tore open the wound on his waist.
He took two heavy breaths. Although he was injured, there was a smile on his face.
"Tristan...even though he destroyed his eyes at that time, can he now draw the bow without trembling?"
Poof——
Just as Tristan was about to answer, he felt pain in his waist.
"What!?"
The hand holding the bowstring loosened, and Tristan was shocked.
I don't know when there was a blood hole on his waist.
"Well--"
"Tristan, as the first senior to join the round table, I have to teach you..." The smile on Bindu's face has disappeared, becoming a little cold and angry, "Teach you what it means to be faster. speed."
"Even if you know that it is the king's order and that it is the personality imposed by the king on you, but..."
"I'm still angry."
Raising his sword and pointing it at Tristan, Bindu took a deep breath.
"You should not draw your bow at innocent people."
"...Hmph." Tristan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and drew the bow again, but——
"Drink——"
Zheng——
There was a sharp feeling behind him, and Tristan reacted very quickly and quickly lowered his head.
Bedivere held a sword in one hand, flashed past Tristan's head, and landed on the ground in a spin.
And what fell to the ground with him was the head of the flying dragon Tristan was riding.
Tristan gritted his teeth and kicked the powerless flying dragon's body towards the ground, while he stepped on the back of the other flying dragon.
But in a blink of an eye, Bindu had disappeared on the ground.
With his heart beating violently, Tristan's choice was——
Closed his eyes.
Then, the strings were plucked.
stop--
Invisible arrows flew past him, and the means of attack were now used to protect himself.
Bindu was very fast, and because of his job as an assassin, he also had the ability to mask his breath. Tristan could not predict the direction from which he would attack him.
Simply——just wrap everything around your body with arrows!
but......
Poof——
"Well--"
Bindu's sword stabbed directly into Lancelot, who was facing the Storm King and Percival on the other side of the battlefield.
Lancelot's reaction was even faster than Tristan's, and he narrowly avoided the crucial position. There was still a huge bloody hole at the junction of his neck and shoulder.
Lancelot gritted his teeth, kicked Percival away, and Hu Guang slashed towards Bindu.
"snort--!"
But the Storm King's spears were already coming.
"Although you are also a king, but——"
boom! ! !
The huge amount of magic energy clashed with each other, and Lancelot forced the Storm King back.
Alone against three Knights of the Round Table, including the Storm King, Lancelot, even though he was at a disadvantage, still managed to withstand the pressure.
"I really want to ask Anno how he teaches..." Percival gasped, wary of Lancelot's movements.
Anno is undoubtedly the strongest in Britain. This is something that all the Knights of the Round Table know very well. Even though he is old and even though his upper limit has been greatly reduced, he still proves this above Camlan.
And Lancelot, when Anno had already retreated to the second line, completely made his own reputation. For a long time when King Arthur ruled Britain, Lancelot was the "strongest knight" on the surface.
And Anno's grandson, Lancelot's son, Galahad, also showed extremely excellent qualities. Although he fought with a shield, he was still able to crush Maud among the last batch of Knights of the Round Table. Red, Percival and others can be called the last strongest knights of the Round Table. If not, he would not be able to succeed his grandfather and sit on the seat of disaster.
This made Percival a little curious as to how Annuo could teach these two equally strong and ridiculously strong children and grandchildren at the same time.
Lancelot said nothing, and the three of them did not suppress him. He took a step forward, and the lake light hit Percival who was closest to him.
Bindu, but disappeared again.
Although Bedivere is not weak, and has the blessing of an arm made by Leonardo da Vinci, it is still too difficult to face Tristan alone, who has been protected by the Lion King, has a drastic change in temperament, and has increased his magic level.
At this time, Bedivere was completely suppressed by Tristan.
stop--
"whispering sound!"
Sensing the rapidly approaching aura, Tristan quickly jumped away, and the flying dragon at his feet was cut in half by Bindu in an instant.
The sound of the piano sounded, and Arrow approached Bindu again. Bindu did not dare to fight, and fell straight down, avoiding Tristan's Arrow.
The others were fighting against numerous groups of dragons.
And on the mountain road in the distance...
"Master, what is that!?"
Mashu pointed to the bright light in the distance and asked Fujimaru Ritsuka.
The sky was gradually turning dark, every bit of light was extremely conspicuous, and what Matthew saw...
"That's...! Everyone, let me take the first step!" Looking at the light, Hassan's heart tightened suddenly, and in an instant he disappeared from the spot.
"The village has been attacked, everyone, leave quickly!" Fujimaru Ritsuka also realized the seriousness of the matter.
It was smoke, and the fire undoubtedly came from destruction.
With eagerness and anger in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, she followed behind Hassan the Cursed Arm and rushed towards the East Village quickly.
