Douluo's holy sword

Chapter 475 Waiting
Looking at the figure with an angry face in front of him, Ju Douluo said in a deep voice, "Who are you? I never knew that there is such a strong person in the mainland as you!"

"Knights of the Round Table, Gawain." The knight of the sun stood sideways in front of Tuoba Yunye, holding the holy sword with the brilliance of the sun horizontally in his hand.

"What about you?" Ghost Douluo looked down at the long sword on his neck, and at the people around him.

"Knights of the Round Table, Lancelot." Said the knight.

After that, without waiting for them to ask, the people around reported their names one by one.

"Knights of the Round Table, Gareth."

"Knights of the Round Table, Tristan."

"Knights of the Round Table. Kay."

"Knights of the Round Table, Gajeres."

"Knights……"

Although the names are different and they are all so strange, there is one thing in common.

"Knights of the Round Table?" Ju Douluo whispered.

"Is there such an organization on the mainland?"

Or, is it a fake name to deceive people?
Ju Douluo glanced around.

Even though no one showed their spirit rings, and it was impossible to accurately judge the specific strength of these people, his instincts could feel a strong sense of threat from these people.

At least Contra!
There is even the possibility of a title!
However, on the mainland, which force has so many powerhouses of this level!
Just as the two of them were thinking hard, the knight with a stern face stepped forward.

"There is no need to pry into the origin and purpose of us, now, you only have two choices."

"Stand down, or die!"

The unceremonious declaration made Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo squint their eyes subconsciously.

How long has no one dared to speak so loudly in front of them!

"Hehe, Your Excellency Assistant Officer is still so merciless..." A person laughed lowly.

"Otherwise, how could he be called 'Iron Aggavin'? He is the toughest among us."

"You want to be our enemy?" Ju Douluo snapped.

"Do you know who we are?"

Dare to be against the Spirit Empire, which is now in full swing, and their two powerful elders of the Spirit Empire, the two titled Douluo!

Have you really thought it through?

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Lancelot said lightly.

"Moreover, it's not that we want to be your enemy, but..."

"Are you going to be an enemy of our round table?"

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere changed immediately.

It turned out that everyone at the round table had different expressions, some were pity, some were joking, some were cold, some were indifferent.

However, after Lancelot said these words, everyone focused their eyes on Ju Douluo and the other two, with the same expressions.

Ju Douluo and the two could feel that once he said "yes so what", then what he would welcome would be a thunderous blow from eleven people.

The aura of fusion even made Ju Douluo faintly tremble.

What a terrible murderous intent, what a terrible tacit understanding!

How can there be such a team!
If they hadn't been fighting together on the battlefield for many years, their aura and killing intent would not have been almost completely integrated into one body.

"What the hell are you trying to do!" Ju Douluo gritted his teeth.

"There's so much nonsense, if you want me to say it, just hack it to death! Don't talk about it!" A slightly manic voice sounded from the crowd.

Among the many tall figures, this one is the most eye-catching, because he is the most petite.

The height of less than 1.6 meters is very conspicuous among many big men over 1.8 meters.

However, the breath on his body is stronger than most people, more frenzied and domineering.

"You still can't hold your breath, Mordred." Lancelot shook his head.

"However, you are right about one thing..."

"Enough time has been wasted, now, make your choice." Agguiwen said coldly.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were silent.

The two looked at each other, Ju Douluo's drooping fingers moved slightly, and Ghost Douluo's already ghostly figure seemed a little more illusory.

As if sensing the change between the two of them, the lake light sword in Lancelot's hand flickered, and the holy sword in Gawain's hand shone brighter.

Behind them, many round tables also pulled out their long swords.

The battle seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

In the long silence and tense atmosphere, one party took the lead in making the move.

"Old ghost." Ju Douluo lowered his eyes.

"Let's go."

Ghost Douluo remained silent, but indifferently ignored Lancelot's sword edge, and retreated slowly.

They were the first to make compromises.

"A wise choice." Gawain put away the long sword in his hand.

"The next time we meet again, it won't be like this." Ju Douluo said meaningfully while backing away.

However, this implied threat was not taken by others.

Even, Kai couldn't help but sneered.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's complexion sank slightly, and then he stopped talking nonsense, and quickly disappeared into the forest with Ghost Douluo.

Facing a large number of enemies with tacit cooperation, and unknown strength and origin, they still did not choose to confront head-on.

The most important thing was to inform Bibi Dong of Gao Wen's existence as soon as possible.

You know, the combat strength of the round table is almost comparable to any of the previous three cases.

Everyone at the round table watched the two leave, and none of them stopped them, not even the most irritable Mordred.

Everyone didn't speak, they just kept silent and protected Tuoba Yunye who was still in a daze, as if they were waiting for something.

After a while, a gentle voice came.

"Okay, it can be confirmed that the other party has indeed left, and it did not disturb the sect below."

Tuoba Yunye raised his head in surprise.

"Mr. Bedwell?"

At this moment, isn't the man who appeared in front of her the very man she longed for, the one who had parted not long ago?
However, for some reason, although the appearance, height, and even the voice of Mr. Bedwell in front of him have not changed in all aspects, but in terms of temperament, there is something vaguely wrong.

And this embarrassing expression...

"That..." Bedivere felt embarrassed when he saw the expression of deep admiration hidden in Tuoba Yunye's surprise.

"Although it is true that I am Bedivere, I am not the one you saw before... Sigh, that is my Master, he... Sigh..."

Even with Bedivere's kind personality, he couldn't help but complain about Ye Yao at this moment.

Okay, why use his image!

It's okay to use it, but also make such a thing...

What should he do with this!He doesn't want Lancelot to be as good at dealing with these ladies...

"Hey, Bedivere, you've been reckless and abandoned!" Leaning aside, Kai whistled with a mocking expression on his face.

"Kaiqing, please don't make such a joke!"

"Ah! my friend Bedivere! How sad that you should treat the lady so..."

Tristan, who has the best relationship with Bedivere, is also expressing his sigh (joy) (joy) to his friend's encounter in his own way.

"So..." Bedivere covered his forehead, feeling like crying.

Although Tuoba Yunye was a little dazed by the somewhat thoughtless explanations given by the Knights of the Round Table, she still grasped some key information she needed from this conversation with her extraordinary mind.

"Although I don't know what's going on..." Tuoba Yunye stood up, patted the dust off his body, and looked directly at Bedivere, who was at a loss.

"But you are not the Mr. Bedwell I know."

"Yes, ma'am, it's very good of you to realize this..." Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, that Mister 'Bedwell' now..." Tuoba Yunye asked with concern.

"Master is in the most critical period of cultivation and cannot be disturbed. We are here to protect Master." Bedivere explained.

"no problem?"

"Do not worry."

"Also..." Bedivere was silent for a moment, then looked at Tuoba Yunye.

"Master gave us one last instruction before entering cultivation..."

"He still seems to owe you a promise."

Tuoba Yunye's heart trembled, thinking of a possibility.

"what do you mean……"

"We will help you completely destroy the sect below." Bedivere's expression was cold.

No matter how gentle and humble he is on weekdays, he is still a member of the round table, an undefeated knight who has killed countless enemy troops on the battlefield.

Nature also has an iron side.

Tuoba Yunye was in a trance.

She didn't think about it, she really didn't think about it.

According to Bedivere, he should be in a very critical period, and it can even be said to be relatively sudden.

So it is also very hasty to give orders to them.

But even so, he actually remembered what he promised her at the last moment...

"It's not too late, ma'am, let's go now," Bedivere reminded.

"Because of the Master, the nearby landforms have changed. The sect below has already made a lot of moves. If they don't act as soon as possible, there may be fish that slip through the net, or other changes."

"But, if you all go, what will he do?" Tuoba Yunye subconsciously looked into the depths of the cave.

"No problem." Bedivere smiled.

"Mr. Agguiwen, as the king's assistant officer, I will trouble you to issue an order now."

The man with the title of "Steel" stood up, as if he was alive, calm and indifferent, and gave orders in an orderly manner.

"The high-level combat power of the lower sect has been killed by the Master, and the remaining people are nothing to worry about. However, considering the time and quantity issues, five people are needed to do it."

"Mordred. You are in charge of the east. Watch out...Gareth, you are in charge of..."

"The rest, Gawain, Lancelot...and me, are here to protect the Master."

"That's right! Go exercise your muscles and bones!" The horned helmet on Mordred's head snapped shut, making a bloodthirsty sound.

"A sect, presumably, not only adults, but also young children..." A round table raised his own question.

"There is no need to be merciful." Agguiwen said lightly.

"But……"

"Even if they are eight or nine-year-old children, they are still fighters... No, in this world, they should be called soul masters, right?"

"Holding a sword and grasping power far beyond that of an adult, can such a child really be called a child?"

"They have already stood on the battlefield, so he has only one identity, the enemy!"

"Presumably they have already realized it."

"So, abandon your senseless kindness, and don't shame me waiting for the round table!"

Although the words were harsh and cold, and seemed to be very unpleasant, everyone has long been used to it.

He was like this before he was alive, he was doing the most disgusting thing, and his popularity among the round table was extremely poor.

However, it was undeniable that most of what he said and did was necessary. Even if everyone was reluctant, it was undeniable that he was an indispensable part of the round table.

No one spoke anymore, even Lancelot, known as the "Flower of the Knight", and Gawain, the "Knight of the Sun", did not express any objection to Aggraven's words.

They all agreed with what he said.

On the battlefield, there is no distinction between men and women, young or old, as long as you hold a sword, then you are just an enemy.

Treat the enemy without mercy!

"Ma'am, please guide them." Bedivere explained gently.

To put it simply, it is up to Tuoba Yunye to distinguish which are the villains who cannot be let go, and which are innocent people, plus leading the way.

"I'm sorry to bother you." Tuoba Yunye whispered.

"Then, the operation begins." Agguiwen issued the final order.

As a result, the number of people staying here changed from 12 to six.

Six people were either standing or sitting, completely surrounding the vicinity of the cave entrance.

It was at this time that they started chatting.

"It's really dangerous." Gawain sighed.

"If those two old men really started fighting just now, I'm afraid..."

"Less than half of the eleven of us can stay in the end." Lancelot said silently.

"Ageguiwen, you don't know how to put it mildly. What if they are really provoked by you?"

"Impossible! The possibility of them choosing to retreat is the greatest!" Agguiwen said lightly.

"Tsk, haven't you ever thought of such a situation as an accident!"

"Thinking about it, the possibility of accidents is not enough..."

"Why the hell am I telling you this..."

On the other side, Lancelot sighed softly.

"In the final analysis, although all of us are present in the world, we seem to have a huge and magnificent lineup, but we are actually strong outsiders and capable insiders!"

Gawain clenched his fists, feeling the huge power in his body, which was nearly [-]% of his previous level.

However, it is unable to continue...

"It's still too much for the Master to bear all of us in this world." Gao Wen said softly.

You know, before, Ye Yao could only get one person in the round table to help in this world.

But now everyone...

"It doesn't matter, with the further transformation of the Master's body, the power at our disposal will naturally increase." Aggewen said.

Now, Ye Yao, who has initially fused the dragon's heart, tried his best to summon the Knights of the Round Table, but he can only guarantee the lowest level of consumption for their long-term existence.

Once the battle started, the soul power he could provide would quickly be unable to make ends meet, causing the bodies of everyone around the table to dissipate at an accelerated rate.

However, once fully integrated...

"Even if all of us release the Noble Phantasm, the Master will probably be able to afford it." Bedivere said in a low voice.

"It's a pity, the king can't appear in this world..."

"There is no way, how can a 'young dragon' that hasn't fully evolved summon an adult 'red dragon'?"

"Speaking of which, the reason why all of us are able to appear in this world is also related to the soul skill that the Master has acquired recently..."

Ye Yao's ninth soul ability has no attack power, let alone defense power, and there is only one explanation.

"Maximize the power and effect of a soul skill!"

Raise the power of a soul skill to its theoretical limit.

And what Ye Yao chose to strengthen in the end was naturally his eighth soul skill.

Originally, the eighth soul ability could only summon one clone, but under the extreme strengthening, it summoned a total of eleven clones.

Then, everyone at the round table came forward collectively...

"Wait, wait for the Master's success." Lancelot put the holy sword on his lap, and then began to close his eyes and meditate.

In the cave, the heartbeat, like the fetal movement of a giant beast, became more and more vigorous.

It seems that a giant dragon is gradually waking up.

When he opened his eyes, he would definitely let out a roar that shocked the world.

(End of this chapter)