Chapter Eighteen: There is no better weapon than tearing a wound (Part 1

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Across the plains of the wilderness, the famous knights of the entire British Isles, past and present, are almost all here.

“Knight Tristan, you rest first.”

Tristan held the “Bow of Bizhong”, which was shaped like a harp, heard Gao Wen’s words, and sat directly in place, not looking at the other colleagues, let alone Makoto Fujimaru.

Just looking at the back of the distant Guinivia, tears flowed out: “I feel very sad. ”

Gawain held aloft the sacred sword in his hand.

“The sword in my hand is the replicant body of the sun, burning all the impure purifying yangyan, and be enlightened.”

“Your Excellency, Austin.”

The air became burning, and the armor of Gao Wen’s sword grip seemed to be like a lava hell, with the lines of fire.

The burning magic around the sword body almost condensed the air into substance, creating vague ripples.

“Let’s go together.”

It was noon when Makoto Fujimaru looked at Takamune, who was holding the sword of victory in his hand, and said these words.

“Austin, don’t be too mad to be in the favor of the king!”

Gao Wen slashed down with the Holy Sword in his hand, and a hundred meters of fire tongue instantly swept across the earth and swallowed up Makoto Fujimaru.

“Under the sun, I am undefeated!”

Makoto Fujimaru held the Sword of Apocalypse in his hand and swung out the ‘resentment’ qi coefficient that he had just absorbed.

The tongue of fire like a fire dragon was instantly cut out of an opening by the light of holiness.

The flames rushed away from around Makoto Fujimaru.

Makoto Fujimaru stood unscathed.

“Gao Wenqing, don’t have violent emotional fluctuations.” Bediwell, who had not yet shot at the battle, warned loudly.

The other Knights of the Round Table also squinted at Makoto Fujimaru.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear.

Gao Wen’s blow across countless battlefields actually made a mistake in frequency fault when he output magic.

Even the blessings that appeared on Gao Wen suddenly declined.

It’s like whatever.

A man who had been walking barefoot by the river for many years suddenly got his shoes wet one day.

Gao Wen could never have made such a mistake, the only possibility was the Paladin on the other side.

Makoto Fujimaru didn’t actually do anything, just magnified Gawain’s arrogance and jealousy.

Ten years without drawing a sword.

Ten years later, with just one blow, the Knights of the Round Table knew the weight of the Paladin’s name, the First Paladin of the British Isles, and it was by no means empty.

“Aaa Mordred laughed excitedly, “So you will be afraid too?” ”

Lancelot and Gawain looked at each other, and their eyes were full of caution.

“Gentlemen, don’t be careless, the other party is a world-famous knight who was even earlier than our king Arthur, and also the savior knight who had the highest voice in the year, and shook the existence of the king sword with his divine power!”

Makoto Fujimaru threw his sword in front of him, flicking his fingertips on the sword body as he said, “I said so, let’s go up together.” ”

“It is not a rampant word, but Camelot and King Arthur are always hidden from the absence of all of you.”

“Less here, my King Arthur…”

Lancelot was halfway through his speech when he suddenly noticed that his companions were silent.

Ag Zuwen, son of Morgan Lefey, was initially sent to the Round Table as an Assassin with the intention of overthrowing King Arthur.

Gawain, the same son of Morgan Lefe, when he first came to the Round Table, had the same impure purpose….

Mordred, not to mention more.

The great Knights of the Round Table, the original members of who were not two-hearted.

Watching his comrades-in-arms not say a word one by one.

Lancelot let out a loud roar, and the sword slammed in…

Soon, the crowd was in a state of war.

[You fought the Knights of the Round Table.] 】

The Sword of Revelation has accumulated ten years of ‘Qi’, allowing you to still be at ease in the face of the siege of the Knights of the Round Table.] 】

[Not to mention, the Knights of the Round Table are not at all tacit understanding, and even you feel that they are still wary of each other.] 】

[Once again you feel sorry for Artoria in your heart.] 】

[Your battle with the Knights of the Round Table ranges from the sun high to the sun setting.] 】

[You who can constantly replenish your magic power are simply born for fighting.] 】

You let them change from siege to wheel war. 】

After losing the sun protection, Gao Wen does not know how many times he has been cut out by you, but he still has the shortest rest time and rushes forward. 】

[When you see that they have no intention of retreating, you sigh in your heart, and you start and fight and retreat.] 】

You fought with them for three days and three nights, thousands of miles. 】

You deserve the name of the First Paladin of the British Isles, but the human body is also reaching its limit. 】

Finally, a cavalry under King Arthur came before you. 】

[They brought with them the dictation of King Arthur, and all the members of the Knights of the Round Table, who were immediately going north, would meet with the army of the expedition to Rome, and the knights of Mordred, would go to meet King Arthur.] 】

[You watched the knight Tristan leave.] 】

You watched Gawain leave. 】

You watched Bedwell leave. 】

[You draw a mark on the ground with your sword, and say to the few remaining people: Take this line as a boundary, and if you cross it, you will not keep your hand, but will really kill people.] 】

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