Feather Emperor

Chapter 65 The Knight Grahead
Leng Bingyan listened to the "knight" and smiled lightly: "Even if I really have any sacred artifact, I don't have to give it to you." He snorted and said: "Why?!"

"I advise you to be sensible, and don't make everyone unhappy." Bedivere looked at Bingyan contemptuously, meaning that you can't beat me, and if you put down the holy artifact quickly, you can suffer less.

"But if I give it to you, I will suffer a lot." Leng Bingyan ignored it and shook his head. A fourteen or five-year-old child, who is so cute, made this gesture Rather charming.But he didn't do it for Bedivere to see, it was just an inadvertent movement.

Bedivere is a majestic knight of the round table, and he enjoys a very high honor in Britain and even the entire hidden world. Who doesn't treat him respectfully on weekdays? Looking at the child in front of him, he originally wanted to give him some compensation. Knowing that Bingyan didn't give him face so much, Bedivere felt a little annoyed in his heart.

"Little baby, will you hand it over? This sacred artifact was discovered in our British Empire and should belong to our British Empire. You foreign boy has no right to take it away!" While speaking, Bedivere wanted to step forward to seize.

Leng Bingyan stood quietly on the spot and said, "Do you want to take it by force?"

Bedivere sneered, and no longer maintained his British gentlemanly demeanor, and said in a cold tone: "Today, I, Bedivere, must keep this sacred artifact. Even if I lose my demeanor, I can only keep it with you You said sorry."

Bedivere said apologetic words, but there was no trace of apologetic meaning in his words, it was a condescending and commanding tone.

Leng Bingyan listened and snorted coldly: "Let me tell you this sorry." As soon as the words fell, Leng Bingyan suddenly moved forward, stretched his hand forward, and grasped the purple sword that appeared out of thin air.The moment the purple sword appeared, the purple light suddenly flashed, and a majestic momentum came out.

Bedivere's face changed when he saw this, and he deeply felt the momentum of the sword. "My_God, what kind of weapon is this? A holy weapon, this sword is definitely a holy weapon!" There was a thick green light in his eyes, which was a greedy look.

Bingyan despised him for a while, as if he knew his true nature.Raising the purple sword, he swung it in the direction of Bedivere without any preparation.

With such a slashing action by the void, the purple sword immediately flashed streaks of purple energy, floating around the sword body, like a ball of hot flames, the difference is that the flames are purple.Once the movement was completed, a fierce inch light burst out from the tip of the sword, and the sword light shot straight at Bedivere.

"Boom——" a huge shock was accompanied by the roaring sound. After all this, Bedivere's surprised look appeared in Bingyan's eyes.He was shocked, what kind of power is this?But this also deepened his determination to get the holy artifact.A strong fire of hope flashed in his eyes, and with the holy weapon, his power would definitely be able to increase by at least one level.

"Boy, you pissed me off, today I must let you suffer!" Bedivere roared, and the knight armor on his body suddenly flashed white light.The armor of the knights of the round table is not simple, it is the equipment that is illuminated by the divine power of the god of light and blessed by the elves that exist in ancient legends.With the light of the armor, a sacred breath rushed towards the ice flame.

Bing Yan let out a surprise, and then smiled like a spring breeze: "Very well, your name is Bedivere, right? I will satisfy you today. I wonder what will happen if King Arthur knows that he has lost one of his round table knights?"

Bedivere didn't answer, and his figure disappeared in place, and suddenly appeared beside Leng Bingyan. It seemed that he still had some strength to appear beside Bingyan in such an instant.It's true, anyway, Bedivere is also one of the twelve knights of the round table, so it doesn't make sense if he doesn't have any strength.

Bedivere, who appeared beside Bingyan, had an extra spear in his hand at some point. It was a spear made of all gold. As Bedivere swung it, a faint golden light shone in the darkness.

Different slashing movements came towards Bingyan from different angles, which was elusive and elusive.But Bing Yan was not in a hurry, no matter how he was stronger than Bedivere.Even if Bingyan stood still and let him stab at will, it might not cause any harm to Bingyan.What's more, Bingyan is not a fool, would he stand up and let him stab him?
Leng Bingyan smiled, he was going to simply play with this Bedivere, knights of the round table, are they strong?Hope is too useless.As a last resort, Bingyan gave up using the plume purple energy in his body, because its level was too high, and Bingyan didn't want to use it lightly, and wanted to use it as his secret weapon, instead he mobilized the fairy energy.

The moment the fairy air was transferred, Leng Bingyan disappeared and appeared half a meter away from the original place.

Stretching out that free hand, Bingyan firmly pinched the spear that Bedivere used with all his strength, and at the same time released a powerful fairy aura. This fairy aura was very powerful, so powerful that it was violent the point.

Bedivere only felt the hand holding the spear pause, and then a huge force came from the spear in his hand.With severe pain in his arms, he couldn't help breaking free from the spear with both hands.

Then he felt that the surroundings became thicker, his movements were being pulled by the surrounding air, and he wanted to resist, but he found that he couldn't move at all. Watching Leng Bingyan gradually approaching, he felt powerless for a while.Leng Bingyan flashed to his side, stretched out his hand and tapped him casually a few times.As if he heard a strange sound coming from his body, Bedivere was puzzled. Suddenly, a heart-piercing feeling came from all over his body, and the severe pain quickly spread all over his body. Bedivere didn't know what to do, he could only Passively accept painful feelings.

Leng Bingyan also stood aside, quietly watching Bedivere in pain.

Shaking his head helplessly, this Bedivere is really too weak, Leng Bingyan put one hand on him and diverted the excess fairy energy away.If the unbearable fairy spirit continued to circulate freely in his body, I wonder if this Bedivere would die due to the bursting of his meridians.

"Pfft!" With the disappearance of the fairy spirit, Bedivere suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body became depressed.

"Okay, I won't entangle you anymore, I'm leaving." After finishing speaking, ignoring Bedivere's gloomy complexion, Leng Bingyan turned around and was about to leave.

"Slow down!" A voice called to stop came from behind, and Leng Bingyan paused his steps.Frowning and turning back.This time the voice was not from Bedivere, but from someone beside Bedivere.

It turned out that when Bingyan walked a few steps, two more people came to Bedivere's side, calling Bingyan to stop, and at the same time helped Bedivere who had fallen to the ground.

These two people are tall and short, the tall one with blond hair has a slightly plump face, but not fat, just a normal face, with fortitude in his eyes, holding a golden cup in his right hand; The one with brown hair and dark skin held a dagger in his hand.The only similarity between the two may be that they are both wearing armor, which is of the same type as Bedivere.

Oh, there are two more knights of the round table. I am so lucky to see three knights of the round table at once!Leng Bingyan thought to herself mockingly.

He smiled carefreely, and said, "I don't know what the two knights of the round table are doing here?" Glancing at Bedivere, who was already in a semi-comatose state, he said with a smile, "He asked for this all by himself. , I was only forced to do so."

The tall knight took a deep look at Leng Bingyan, imitating the etiquette of an oriental monk, arched his hands and said, "I am one of the twelve knights of the round table under Arthur's throne, Grahead." He gestured to Bingyan again The short man next to him said, "He is also one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, Geraint." He added: "As for this injured knight, I don't think I need to introduce it anymore?"

Leng Bingyan nodded, and there was really no need to introduce any more. The person he had fought against had long been known to be a guy named Bedivere, so he just said indifferently: "Forgiveness!"

Wangqing, from now on is Bingyan's title outside, he doesn't want to use his real name to show others.

Leng Bingyan couldn't help being surprised when Graheade introduced herself. You must know that the twelve knights of the round table under Arthur's throne are all outstanding in strength, but they have their own shortcomings. Some are hot, greedy, jealous, and lazy. But there is one thing, they are not timid.

It's not that Bing Yan is afraid of them, but because of their fame, now that he sees a real person, he is unavoidably surprised.

The Twelve Knights of the Round Table: Lancelot, Gawain, Geraint, Gareth, Grahead, Bowes, Percival, Galhoris, Bedivere, Kay, Ranmallock, Tristan, among them Only three were recognized by the Holy Grail and able to use the holy power of the Holy Grail, namely Grahead, Bowes, and Percival. They did not expect that the tall blond man in front of him was one of the three most capable knights under Arthur's throne.

After a long time, Graheade said, "Although Bedivere was at fault in today's incident, he was also doing it for the sake of the British Empire. For the sake of the empire, I, the Knights of the Round Table, had no choice but to rashly ask Your Excellency Wangqing to keep the sacred artifact."

The knight Graheide originally wanted Bingyan to keep the purple sword in his hand, but he was a little shaken after seeing Bingyan's strength just now.If you force the other party to stay with Zi Jian, and guarantee that the other party will not allow the other party to become angry and completely fight with him, then the gain will outweigh the loss.The Shenlongding that Bingyan had just obtained was different. After all, Bingyan had just obtained it, and the sense of belonging was not very strong.But he didn't understand the importance of the Shenlong cauldron to Bingyan, and Grahead also forgot one thing, that is, for the strong, no one would allow anyone to threaten him.

Perhaps subconsciously, Grahead regarded Bing Yan as someone with equal strength to him, rather than someone who might be stronger than him.

"Oh?" Leng Bingyan asked, "Are you threatening me?"

Grahead panicked, but he couldn't speak. Isn't he just threatening this "Wangqing"?
After being silent for a while, Grahead sighed, and said, "Then you will be offended." After speaking, he raised the gleaming golden cup in his hand, "This is the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail bestowed by the gods on King Arthur and me, the Twelve Knights of the Round Table." Today, let me, Grahead, take it to experience the unique skill of the strong man from the east, 'Forgetfulness'."

Grahead spoke righteously, with the image of a righteous man who defies difficulties.As his words ended, the Holy Grail in his hand suddenly shone with a strong golden light, and the entire night was suddenly illuminated by it...

(End of this chapter)