Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 550 Sword Hill
England, Holy Land, Avalon.

It's already late autumn, but here, the grass on the ground is still green, the surrounding trees are also full of greenery, there are still birds singing, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere, and the spring water is tinkling, just like a fairyland.

On the green lawn, a man and a woman sat facing each other.

"Guinevia, try this, this is the most popular new drinking method outside, black tea brewed with hot milk." The man held a delicate teapot and said courteously.

"Oh, then give me a cup." The woman opposite was graceful and luxurious, but her voice was as cold as ice.

Just as he was pouring tea into the cup, an old man with a white beard walked over from a distance: "Arthur, Gawain is back."

"Gao Wen?" The man stopped pouring tea, with an angry look on his face: "Why is he still here? For a mere woman."

He was only in the middle of the sentence, as if he found something wrong, he immediately changed his face and looked at the woman next to him with a smile on his face: "Oh, I said the wrong thing, that's not what I meant. Well, Elizabeth There is no way that little girl can compare with you, my dear, you know me, except for the sword, you are more important than my life. You have to believe me."

After comforting for a while, the man turned his head and asked the old man, "What is he doing back?"

"He said he wanted to make a bet with you." The old man chuckled lightly.

"Bet? What bet? What bet?" The man was puzzled.

"That's what he said." The old man put it off a bit: "Gamble on the sword technique!"

"Swordsmanship?" The man became interested, and the anger on his face disappeared, and his tone was eager: "Where is he now?"

"At Sword Hill." The old man said directly.

Hearing this, the man immediately stood up and wanted to leave, but after taking a step, he quickly turned his head and looked at the woman with a pitiful pleading expression on his face: "My dear!"

"Go." The woman said concisely, her tone was still as cold as ice, as if she didn't care about anything.

Hearing the promise, the man immediately turned around and told the old man next to him: "Go!"

This is an endless wilderness. In the center of the wilderness is a slightly raised hill. From the top of the hill all the way down, the ground is full of all kinds of swords, long or short, of all kinds. Roughly, there are millions of them!

The Sword Hill here is a battlefield that belongs only to swordsmen.

Looking at the handsome and resolute former Knight of the Round Table in silver armor not far away, King Arthur looked complicated: "Hey, Gao Wen, tell me, how do you bet?"

The knight Gawain on the opposite side spoke with a respectful expression: "Master Arthur, it's like this. I learned a new sword technique on the mainland and I have achieved some success. I came back specially to show you."

"Don't talk about what you have and what you don't have." King Arthur looked a little displeased: "I said it a long time ago, you have to change your gentle temperament, I am a swordsman, only the heart and the sword, go forward bravely! If you have anything to say Let’s be blunt, how to bet, what to bet on?”

"I want to bet that this sword technique is not enough for you to draw your sword!" Knight Gawain said seriously.

"You want me to draw the sword?" King Arthur laughed: "This is not an easy task."

"I know, so, I want to give it a try!" Knight Gawain looked serious.

"Then what's the bet?" King Arthur asked looking at the serious knight Gawain.

Knight Gawain explained: "It's a bet that you don't make a move! The Germans will help Elizabeth restore the country, but the Germans are a little worried about you, so."

"These Germans are really living and going back! If it was old Siegfried, if old Siegfried was still at his peak, it would be a pity that he would not be able to fight me." King Arthur sighed, He promised: "Okay, I promise you, but what if you lose the bet?"

"Then I'll leave it to you!" Knight Gawain resolutely said.

"You are smart!" King Arthur showed a smile, and then roared: "If you lose, get out of here and practice your sword for 30 years!"

"Okay!" Knight Gawain's answer was still firm.

Knight Gawain was dressed in silver armor, with a tall and straight figure. He slowly drew out the silver-white long sword. The silver-white inner energy flowed on the blade, and an invisible aura condensed on him.

King Arthur was not wearing armor, and was dressed in ordinary sackcloth. He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the movements of Knight Gawain, with a constant smile on his face, relaxed.

The aura on Knight Gawain continued to strengthen, and the natural force of heaven and earth surged around him, making a silent roar.

King Arthur didn't have any momentum on his body. Standing there, he seemed to be strolling in a garden, as if he didn't feel anything about the changes around him.

The power of the sword slowly reaches its peak, and the invisible breath of the sword pervades the open wilderness
On the sword hill, in the wilderness, the countless swords that were inserted began to hum and tremble, as if they were half alive, making people worry that they would jump up and fly away in the next moment!

Suddenly, King Arthur made a movement. He raised a hand and pressed it down lightly.

Without using the inner energy, and even without the trace of mobilizing the natural force of heaven and earth, the countless trembling long swords calmed down, turned into dead objects again, and fell into a deep sleep!

The sword has been completed, but it is not the sword of Gawain, but the sword of King Arthur.

The entire sword hill became the sword domain of King Arthur in that moment of depression!
The countless long swords stuck on the ground, even though they were not pulled out, even if they didn't change in any way, their blades were pointing at Knight Gawain invisibly!

The entire Sword Hill, dozens, millions of long swords have surrounded Gawain's Knights!
They won't be pulled out, but the remaining sword aura from the previous users all point to Knight Gawain!Ready to pierce his heart with ten thousand swords at any time!

Dozens, millions of sword qi, representing dozens, millions of sword intents, all of these sword intents are controlled by the "sword master" King Arthur!
"Those who are defeated by the Knights of the Round Table will keep their swords on the hill!"

As the holy land of kendo in the world, for thousands of years, countless swordsmen have hated and kept their swords on Jianqiu.

The most basic training for a Knight of the Round Table is to come to the Sword Hill and experience the sword intent of each swordsman remaining on the long sword!
And integrate these sword intents into oneself, and give birth to a sword intent that belongs only to oneself!

For thousands of years, mediocre people can realize dozens, excellent people can realize hundreds, geniuses can realize thousands, and world-shattering people can realize tens of thousands. Those who are named "Sword Master" need to realize everything!
"Sword Master" doesn't need to draw his sword, the sword mound is his sword, his sword for victory!

Here, he doesn't need to draw his sword, he is invincible!

In this doomed land, Knight Gawain stabs out with a sword!
The bright sword light blooms.

With a sword coming from the west, the immortals fly from the sky!

(End of this chapter)