Feather Emperor

Chapter 69
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"Ding?" When Mo Kawei heard this word, his heart suddenly tightened. Of course he knew that the "goddess" wanted the Smith family to find the small tripod. leap?

Now that he heard that Percival asked him for a tripod, it seemed that he was bound to get it. Doesn't that mean that he also had a tripod in his manor?Immediately, he became excited. He thought, if he found the tripod and dedicated it to the "goddess", wouldn't he be more appreciated by the "goddess"?

Just when Mo Kawei decided to send away the knights of the round table first, and then searched the manor, a lazy voice sounded behind him.

"Isn't this the great Knight of the Round Table? It seems that we are really destined!" Bing Yan came to the crowd with a smile, turned to Grahead, Bedivere, and Geraint, and said meaningfully.

Percival immediately felt annoyed. He felt that Bingyan was deliberately humiliating the Knights of the Round Table. You must know that last night, the three Knights of the Round Table were beaten by him without any power to fight back.Now, isn't it a deliberate humiliation?
But Bingyan can't control these things, he waved his hand in the air, a crack appeared, he took out a small golden cauldron from it, and said: "Is this what you want?"

Percival, the other Knights of the Round Table, and even all the blood races including Mo Kawi were stunned. What kind of move is this?A rift in space was created with a wave of the hand, and the rift was used to store items. Isn't this the ability only a god can have?

The reactions of the two were completely different. On the blood race side, they were stunned at first, but then they were excited, and even admired; while the Knights of the Round Table, they were as if they were facing a big enemy. Just a little bit weaker.

"Great and strong man, please entrust the holy relics in your hands to our Knights of the Round Table for safekeeping, the God of Light, he will definitely be happy for your actions." A middle-aged man stood beside Percival Beside him, he also held a cup in his hand. He was one of the twelve knights of the round table, one of the three recognized by the Holy Grail, Boss.

Leng Bingyan was unmoved, and even sneered a little.Boss, as the leader of the Knights of the Round Table, suddenly lost face, and was about to ask a question, when Leng Bingyan said: "I don't believe in the God of Light, you say a 'God' that is the same as Jehovah, or even higher. , will he care about the Lord’s pleasure or displeasure?”

What Bingyan said is the truth, he is indeed stronger than Yahweh, Yahweh is probably at the level of an immortal emperor, but he has the power of an early immortal emperor, the gap between the two is still very large.

But Bingyan's words were only listened to by the blood race. For the knights, Bingyan's words were too loud, even arrogant, which was tantamount to insulting the gods they believed in.

Powerhouses like Percival, Boss, and Grahead may still be concerned about Bingyan's strength and choose to endure it for a while.However, the other Knights of the Round Table were arrogant, and what Leng Bingyan said immediately enraged them.

"An ignorant pagan who dares to blaspheme in front of the faithful servant of the God of Light. I, the Knight of the Round Table, Gawain, challenge you!"

Percival was furious in his heart, and cursed: Damn Gawain, stupid Gawain, hasn't he seen the current situation clearly?It is clear that the enemy is strong and we are weak, so you can't do it for a while?Do you really think that the knights of the round table are incomparable existence?Maybe it is in front of the weak, but in front of the strong, isn't this asking for humiliation?

Grahead was even more straightforward, directly covering his face with his hands.He is the one who knows Bingyan's strength the most among the few people. In his heart, when he recalls the strength of the other party, his heart still trembles.

Although Mo Kawei was angry, he didn't show it, and just watched it like a good show.

"You challenge me?" Leng Bingyan was noncommittal, and said indifferently: "Are you qualified? Come to me after reaching the level of Jehovah."

"You..." Gao Wen blushed, as if he wanted to refute or insult.But Bing Yan didn't give him a chance, he stretched out his hand, and the fist wind suddenly blasted forward.

The transparent fist was only the size of a human head, but it was powerful and fast. Before everyone could react, the transparent fist had already hit Gao Wen's body.

"Boom!" The sound was not loud, but it was a muffled sound... Gao Wen suddenly fell to one side and fell on the open space several meters away, and he hadn't seen him get up for a long time.

Blowing his fist, Leng Bingyan said coldly: "How dare you show yourself with such strength!"

These words are very blunt, and the blow to the knights of the round table must not be small.But that's what Bingyan said. Since that dream, Leng Bingyan's character has undergone some changes. He is no longer beating around the bush, and is no longer weak and innocent. Instead, he has become straightforward, cruel, and more real.

Treat friends as warm as spring; treat enemies as cruel and ruthless as autumn wind sweeps fallen leaves and severe winter.

The knights were furious, Leng Bingyan's behavior had really dealt them a positive blow, for their own sake, and for the dignity of the Knights of the Round Table, this time it could not be kind.

"Wow..." "Wow..."

Swords and spears came out together, and the knights of the round table faced Leng Bingyan as if they were facing a big enemy.

"Since you want to do this, I'll accompany you." Let the blood race back, Leng Bingyan was ready to deal with them personally, he came to the vacated space, called out the purple sword, stood up with the sword, a posture of a superior, He said softly, "Come on."

It may be that the opponent's contempt stimulated the knights, and their fighting spirit broke out in an instant.Three fronts and nine rears, the finished glyph stands.

"God said: darkness shrouds the world, but the flame of light is hot, and it will surely break through the shackles of darkness and extinguish it. God gave me the Holy Grail, the power of the Holy Grail, the flame of the Holy Grail!" The three led by Percival A Holy Grail holder chanted in a low voice, three beams of different depths, but the same golden light emanated from the Holy Grail.

The three dazzling rays of light made the surrounding vampires back away. Anyway, the power of the Holy Grail has a greater effect on the vampires in the dark.All things generate and restrain each other, maybe this Holy Grail is what restrains the blood race.

Percival, Boss, and Grahead suddenly shouted loudly. With the sound of shouting, the light of the Holy Grail suddenly became much stronger, and the range of illumination suddenly expanded a lot.Unlike the flame of the Holy Grail that Grahead cast alone at night, now it is three people working together, the power is not as simple as one plus one equals two, but increases in geometric multiples.What's more, the three of them are closely matched and form a special formation, and the power has been increased several times.

Taking the holy grail in the hands of Percival and Bowes as the axis, the plane composed of three holy grails suddenly rotated, and several rays of light were shot out from the plane, and the light scattered to the surroundings, and then returned to the plane after a few twists and turns. I don't know how to describe the weirdness in it.The passing light did not dissipate, but left a faint afterimage, like the shadow of a flying bird, forming a beautiful pattern. This pattern is like a magnificent building, which is constantly intertwined, inserted in and out.

After a long time, the light finally froze. At this moment, everyone was surprised to find that there was an unusually complicated and huge magic circle in front of them.

A look of surprise flashed across Leng Bingyan's face, but for a brief moment, he was indeed attracted by the moves of the three knights.The huge magic circle is no longer just a weapon for attacking people, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a gorgeous art.

Just don't know how powerful it is?When fighting, the verdict is not based on who's unique moves are beautiful, but in the end it depends on strength.And this magic circle has a fatal flaw, that is the time it takes to cast it.It's too long. During this period of time, someone with strength can definitely kill it in the cradle.

But Bingyan didn't "take advantage of others' danger", he chose to wait, he wanted to see what kind of power this gorgeous magic circle had.

A white light flashed, which seemed a little dazzling.He frowned, and turned to see that the rest of the knights were not idle either.Nine people stood one by one, and their positions were accurately arranged, spreading out on the two wings, fully enclosing the possible attack routes of the enemy.

There was pity on their faces, they were upright, and they were serious at this moment. It seemed that they had practiced a lot on weekdays, and their routines and positions were not bad at all.It's a pity... Leng Bingyan shook his head, this is a wrong fight, they won't win, they don't even have hope.

Stretching out his hand and flipping it over, a great aura was instantly generated, aiming at the few knights scattered in front of him, Leng Bingyan gave a soft shout, and the irresistible pressure swept them all at once.The Knights of the Round Table struggled desperately, they seemed so insignificant in front of Bingyan's power.

The army was defeated like a mountain. Although the Knights of the Round Table had some strength, they were not balanced.In the face of Bingyan's power, soon one person will die.Thousands of miles of dikes collapsed in ant nests!

The two wings formed by the Knights of the Round Table were instantly disintegrated, and the first to bear the brunt were Percival and the other three who were exercising the power of the Holy Grail.

Fortunately, their combined holy grail flame has also been completed. Just when it was about to be released, Leng Bingyan turned around suddenly, and a fierce hurricane was blown up. The pain was like a thunderbolt, and Percival and the others turned pale. It was terrible, like a piece of white paper.

Leng Bingyan raised his sword, looked at it coldly, and said: "You can't beat me, wanting the tripod in my hand is just a daydream! Now stop, maybe I can forget the past and act like nothing happened. "

Hearing this, Percival sighed, Grahead was angry, and Boss was silent...

After a long time, Percival raised his head and said with a sneer, "Our knights of the round table believe in 'loyalty, fearlessness and honor'. Even though we have our own shortcomings, we are not timid."

The meaning is already clear, the Knights of the Round Table are not going to give up, and Leng Bingyan, he will not give up the Kyushu Dragon Cauldron.

Disputes are inevitable, Leng Bingyan respectfully said: "Okay, then let us see the truth."

When he spoke, his spirit suddenly concentrated, the breath in his body rolled out, and the explosive and violent momentum rushed out...

The faces of Percival and the others changed, and they glanced at each other, as if they were determined to die, and shouted at the same time: "Respected Lord, your servant is here, praying for the glory of glory, the Lord is with me! The Holy Grail Flame—Holy Light Cross Slash!"

It is also the flame of the Holy Grail, but now it is in the shape of a cross, the blazing flame seems to burn away all the miscellaneous things in the world, and rushes towards the cold flame.

Seeing it in his eyes, Leng Bingyan shot out his divine consciousness, not being afraid of it, he let Zijian suspend in the air gracefully, freed his hand to draw an arc in the void, and said in his mouth: "Fire! As points, flames as faces, flames transform the world into black poles, scattered dust, and collected chaos!"

The bright source of fire slipped from the fingertips of the stars, forming a wonderful stream of fire in the air, like cold tears, drawing traces, but it was the hot source...

(End of this chapter)