Douluo's holy sword

Chapter 479
"Really..." Lancelot stood in the middle of the battlefield after saving a brave young man, and did not make another move.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

It's been a long time...

The rusty smell of metal, the smell of blood, and all kinds of unknown smells mixed together...

"I... came to the battlefield again!" Lancelot murmured softly.

Several light blades struck through the air, carrying a bleak brilliance.

"Be careful!" The soldier who just got up from the ground couldn't help shouting.

Lancelot didn't even open his eyes. He raised his right arm lightly, blocking or slashing with the shimmering long sword, and lightly blocked the light blade that could cut gold and jade.

"Don't worry, boy." Lancelot said in a low voice.

"Compared to my familiarity with the battlefield, I am far better than you!"

Lancelot suddenly opened his eyes, and his body changed from extremely still to extremely dynamic in an instant, without any stagnation.

Maybe it's a breath, or maybe it's a blink of an eye.

With Lancelot as the center, within a radius of ten meters, everyone from Tiandou, Xingluo, and even Wuhun Empire fell to the ground.

"This... my lord, you accidentally injured a friendly army!" The soldier couldn't help but said eagerly when he saw his companion fell to the ground crying.

Because Lancelot rescued him just now and beheaded a soul saint of the Wuhun Empire, so he naturally recognized Lancelot as someone from their camp.

"No, there is nothing wrong." Lancelot's expression remained unchanged.

"But..." The soldier was stunned.

"Because, from the very beginning, I never said that I am on your side." Lancelot scanned the battlefield for a week and said indifferently.

"Then why did you save me?" The soldier was puzzled.

"For thy valor and evil approbation," said Lancelot.

"However, now, boy, it's time for you to exit."

"Next, if you still stand on this battlefield, then you will also be my enemy!"

Are you an enemy of this man in front of you?
The soldiers fell silent.

A sword with terrifying strength, the head of a soul sage who was rarely seen in the past, and an adult who has saved his life...

"As a soldier, on the battlefield, I can't retreat without an order." The soldier whispered.

"However, as a man, I cannot swing my sword at you, the savior, so..."

He stood up straight calmly, closed his eyes, and made his own choice.

"Very good!" There was a touch of admiration in Lancelot's eyes.

As if to praise, no matter which world you are in, there are soldiers worthy of praise.

As a result, the indestructible lake light swept across.

The soldier fell silently to the ground.

"Then, next..." Lancelot looked at the several strong men from the Spirit Empire who forced him up, but fell into memory.

"Lancelot, let's go to the battlefield!" The adjutant who had always disliked him said in a slightly disdainful tone.

"Use your military exploits to pay for your concealed faults and crimes of disrespect."

"If the Master's request cannot be fulfilled, at least clear some of the obstacles for the Master before your blood is shed."

"It's just what I want!" The knight on the lake turned his head with his head held high, and strode away.

"And you, Mordred, Bedivere, Tristan..."

"Cut." Mordred spat hard, then picked up the magic sword in his hand and left.

"Master, please!" Bedivere solemnly greeted the remaining companions.

In fact, there is nothing to worry about.

After all, although they complained about that guy's companion, they never doubted that guy's heart.

Before he dies, he will definitely do his best in his mission.

So, don't worry about the Master, then I can...

Lancelot spoke loudly, and his deep voice, accompanied by the majestic power in his body, immediately spread throughout the battlefield.

"Announce to both parties who are fighting at this moment!"

"We are the Knights of the Round Table, and we are here to resolve disputes and prevent wars!"

"Follow my lord's order. From now on, we will use force to stop the struggle between the two sides. Anyone we meet on the battlefield is our enemy."

"so……"

"Those who don't want to be enemies with us! Get back quickly!"

In this different world, the Knights of the Round Table announced their existence to the world for the first time.

After a short period of silence, the originally chaotic and noisy battlefield set off a new round of hustle and bustle.

No one takes it seriously.

Ridiculous!Such a large-scale war is actually trying to stop the war by making enemies of both sides at the same time.

That's not the way to joke!
However, a small number of people don't think so...

"Hey, hey, are you kidding me!" The man dripping with cold sweat held his injured shoulder, looking not far away as if he saw some scourge.

There is a red thunderbolt stirring.

After all, he was also a soul emperor, but, in the hands of that dwarf who was covered in armor, he didn't even survive a single sword, and he was injured to such an extent.

His usual right arm was useless in a short period of time, and he lost [-]% of his current strength all at once.

Moreover, this is the result of the other party's mercy...

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his neck.

At that time, an almost bone-piercing chill ran across his neck, and he felt that he had walked away from the edge of death.

that guy...

It was aimed at his neck from the beginning!

Even for some unknown reason, he actually changed his mind at the last moment, and in the end it was only his arm that was crippled.

"Retire! There's no need to do that for the Spirit Empire..." When his thoughts changed, the man was already thinking of retreating.

And in the battle formation, the red thunder light fled wantonly like a fish in water.

"Hahahaha! Come on! Keep going!" Rampant laughter came out amidst the thunder.

The rebellious knight finally came to the most suitable place for him to exist.

somewhere on the battlefield.

He didn't think about how stupid and naive the person who spoke just now was. Right now, the two soul saints of the Wuhun Empire looked at the enemy in front of them with sinking eyes.

They were ambushed!

Almost the whole body of the dragon, the body is entwined with the seven-ringed soul saint of thunder.

The six-ring soul emperor holding a seven-color exquisite small tower in his hand.

There are also three soul emperors who either hold shields or have rock-solid bodies.

"Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect, and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect..." One of the soul saints of the Spirit Empire squinted his eyes.

"In order to kill our two brothers, the Heaven Dou Empire really spent a lot of money!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the soul sage of the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect.

The two Soul Sages in front of me are different from others, they are the direct descendants of Wuhun Palace, not just defected during this period of time.

And their Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect was shattered by the bastards of the Wuhun Temple!
As soon as he thought of this, the already violent thunder around him started to riot again.

"Give me a buff, I'm on it!" He shouted in a deep voice.

Behind, the middle-aged man with a rigid face said nothing, but several rays of light fell on him from the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his hand.

As a result, the already powerful aura surged again.

Even the two people in Wuhun Empire couldn't help being moved.

One-on-one with the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon soul master who is hard to find opponents in the mainland, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tower soul master whose growth value is as high as 70.00%...

These two alone are already tricky enough, not to mention that there are a few good guards beside the auxiliary soul master...

The two looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of cruelty and determination in each other's eyes.

It is impossible to retreat. Neither of them is of the agility attack system. When facing the greatly enhanced Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon soul master, once they escape, there is no possibility of confrontation.

It's better to fight desperately. If there is a chance to catch the auxiliary system soul master on the opposite side, then maybe there is still some hope.

Just as the battle was about to start, a figure in silver-white armor walked between the two sides.

"Everyone, can you please stop?" said the visitor, pressing the hilt of his sword at his waist.

However, neither side paid any attention to him.

That's right, when the enemy is in front of you, if a cat or a dog pops up on the side of the road and can distract you, then you won't know how to die.

"Can't you?" The visitor sighed softly.

So, he pulled out the sharp knife in his hand.

It was this move that finally caught people's attention.

It was the soul master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower.

When he was thinking about the identity of the comer, he noticed that this person's right arm...

"That's... a prosthetic limb?" A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The man's right arm seemed to be made of copper.

"My name is Bedivere, and I am a member of the Knights of the Round Table." The person introduced him.

Knights?It's the guy who made the declaration just now...

etc!Are they serious?
"Since you are unwilling to stop, I'm sorry, from now on, you are my enemy." Bedivere said seriously.

Therefore, he made the starting gesture of the British swordsmanship.

So, under the unimaginable eyes of everyone, he began to swing the sword in his hand at both sides indiscriminately.

"Then kill you first!" Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Soul Master Dragon Claw poked out fiercely with a thunderbolt as thick as a stone pillar.

But he was firmly stopped by the broad sword blade.

"Even though I'm ineffective, I'm still a member of the round table..." Bedivere said without any tremor in his arm.

"Great opportunity!" The eyes of the two people from Spirit Empire moved slightly, and they wanted to take this opportunity to get away.

However, as soon as they turned their heads, the two of them felt a chill almost at the same time.

Almost at the same time, two blood lines shot out.

Both of them had their knees go limp, and their bodies half-kneeled on the ground uncontrollably.

"What is this..." The two lowered their heads in shock, and what they saw was a wound like a knife cut on the tendon of their left leg.

"Ah! Bedivere! My friend! Is it because of the lack of battle for a long time? You are careless!" A voice full of melancholy, like a poet, sounded in the distance.

"No, Sir Tristan!" Bedivere showed a warm smile.

"It is precisely because I know you are behind me that I dare to be so relieved."

Ah, my friend!Although there are many shortcomings between each other, there is also a big gap in martial arts.

However, it is undeniable that you are the only one who can cooperate so well with me on the battlefield!
In the distance, a knight holding a longbow like a harp suddenly smiled.

"Hey! Did you wake up? Or are you looking down on me! You don't even open your eyes!" An angry voice sounded.

"Ah! It's so sad!" The knight who was often accompanied by sadness turned around and looked at the enemy who turned into lava not far away.

"My eyes are always open, it's just...the eyes are small."

However, the other party didn't seem to listen to his explanation, and launched an overwhelming offensive with howls.

"Ah! It's so sad..." He whispered again, and the knight named Tristan swiped the longbow in his hand.

Yes, that's right, it's a toggle.

He didn't bend his bow and set his arrows like a normal archer, but more like a musician, gently plucking the harp, ready to play charming music.

The slender fingers didn't use too much force, just like a sympathizer's touch.

However, it is such an elegant movement that creates a scene that is completely inconsistent with it.

The lava surging from the ground was cut in half, blocked, and could no longer move forward.

The flaming meteors scattered in the sky were accurately cut in half by the invisible sharp edge, and then fell powerlessly.

The entire body of the enemy covered in lava, the limbs of the flames suddenly splashed.

"What kind of tricks are you playing!" The enemy was shocked and angry.

Tristan plucked the bowstring in his hand again, and another burst of sparks flew from the opponent's body.

Again and again, by the time he struck the bowstring for the fifth time, the enemy had come within five steps of him.

However, this distance can almost be said to be within reach, but it is like a chasm in the sky.

He can no longer take even one step forward!
Because, at this moment, the flames in his whole body had already been extinguished.

He knelt down weakly on the ground, his legs drooping weakly.

All his limbs were cut off.

In simple terms……

His limbs were amputated.

"Please rest here for a while." Tristan said melancholy.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Raising his head, the Soul Sage of the Spirit Empire reluctantly asked.

"The purpose of my waiting, no, or the purpose of my waiting for the master..." Tristan looked at the chaotic battle situation, and plucked the bowstring again and again, and people around him were constantly falling down.

"Just to eliminate war, not to kill."

"Stop fighting with martial arts?" The other party closed his eyes.

"What a mess..."

I really don't know who the so-called master of such a monster is!

The military account of the Wuhun Empire.

"Is this the Knights of the Round Table you mentioned?" The First Elder looked at Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

The two were silent.

"You say this is Contra?" The elder's hand twirling his beard trembled a little.

"This TND is clearly a Title Douluo!"

Killing a soul saint is like killing a chicken, how could this be Contra!

"These lunatics."

"Xiao Gang, look at this." Flender also looked at the master.

"Mingjin retreat." The master said after a moment of silence.

"A force that has never been heard of, with such a powerful strength, today's battle cannot continue."

"By the way, casualties"

"Basically there are no injuries and no deaths, they are serious!" Flender's expression was serious.

"Unbelievable." The master shook his head.

"Don't you need to take some measures?" Flender asked.

The master suddenly smiled.

"Why are you in a hurry? If it is true that they came here to stop the war and attack both sides indiscriminately, then, with such combat power, I am afraid that we will not be able to tell the winner for a long time .”

"Isn't this a good thing for us who are already at a disadvantage?"

"The one who needs to be anxious should be the Spirit Empire!"

"Then leave them alone?" Flender's mouth twitched.

"No matter! At the same time, let our people try to avoid them as much as possible. If it doesn't work, that's it." The master whispered.

"You are so real" Flender said dumbfounded.

"The combat power picked up for nothing is useless."

"It's just" the master suddenly changed his voice.

"Why do I always feel that these people have a very familiar aura?"

"Have you seen it somewhere?"

Thus, the third day of the battle, with the participation of the six knights of the round table, ended with a dramatic result.

(End of this chapter)