The guns and swords intersected, taking advantage of the shattering of the barrier just now, in addition to the entire Old Hall Street, Qi Si also mobilized part of the aura of Dale Street and Castle Street next door, and the surging aura made Qi Si the biggest fireworks in Liverpool tonight, and those clergy were like moths rushing in one after another.

However, Qi Si's top-down dominant slash was blocked.

Three small buildings on each side of the perimeter were affected by the collision, and in addition to the historic English building, there was also a complex Tudor-style building, which was now all shattered into stones.

After the smoke and dust of the explosion calmed down, Qi Si saw that there was a layer of golden lines circulating on Sunday's execution weapon, and the surrounding fog-like blood suddenly shrank, and finally a set of old-fashioned knight's armor appeared on Sunday's body, loosely draped on his body, and the spear was once again covered with a knight's spear projection, and what was even more strange was that there was a horse under Sunday's crotch, if it was a majestic and abnormal horse, it was just a thin horse that was drooping and old, and it seemed that he had not eaten a full meal for a long time, and he was particularly unenergetic.

"Lu Lin's anti?!"

Sunday looked at Qi Si and said in surprise: "You actually know the name of this horse? heresy, you have surprised me more and more." ”

Qi Si said: "I didn't expect the executioner to become a dream knight..."

Sunday frowned and said, "Sure enough, you not only recognized Lu Lin's anti, but also knew the name of this set of equipment." ”

Of course, Qi Si knew that as a godson, he had the right to read some relevant documents of the church, after all, he had to know what the various possible opportunities were, so that he could better strive for them.

What Qi Si didn't expect was that Don Quixote, who many people regarded as a clown, rode the old horse named Lu Linanti, fantasized about the enemy in front of him, and the ignorant knight who rushed to the windmill again and again, actually left something behind.

Perhaps it was his sincerity that touched the Lord, or perhaps his very existence was a little joke played by God with the world, and it is recorded in the canonical history of the Church that in the first hundred years after the departure of that knight, one of his admirers, a lowly knight like him, could not even be called a knight, because he did not have a mount of his own, and in the midst of endless ridicule he worshipped the faith of the knight in his heart.

The young man prayed earnestly at the grassy grave, and there were people standing around him who had come from the city to see the joke after hearing about it, pointing at him.

In the laughter of a mortal like a fly, there was a sudden neighing of a horse next to him, so special and abrupt, even the laughter suddenly disappeared, he opened his eyes and looked, a scrawny old horse stood next to him with a snort, did he also have a mount? This horse really looked like the rumored Don Quixote's one, the young man stood up excitedly, and then was again startled by the sound of armor clashing, and looked down blankly to see that he had a set of old-fashioned knight's armor on his body at some point.

"Giant!"

The people around them shouted in surprise and fled, and the young man turned his head to look behind him according to the sight of those people, there was only a phantom shadow of a cross windmill, and there were no giants, but this time it was the onlookers who regarded the windmill as a giant, and the story seemed to have changed.

"Master, please get on your horse. ”

The young man looked at the person who suddenly appeared, looking honest and honest, a little chubby, he thought of a ridiculous but close to real possibility, and asked tentatively, "Sancho?"

"It's me, your faithful servant, Lord Don Quixote, long time no see. Sancho replied with a smile.

The young man was the first person to possess the "Dream Knights", in addition to the most famous "Twelve Paladin Armor", the church also had some magical powers, but unknown sacred suits, Qi Si had read the corresponding literature in the church, but it was the first time he had seen this legendary armor.

Qi Si wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his favorite black-framed glasses had already been shattered in the collision just now, and he looked at the Sunday who was riding a horse and said depressedly: "I thought it was just a judgment instrument, how could there be such a thing as 'Dream Knight', your executioner is really getting more and more insidious." ”

However, Sunday was even more shocked in his heart, and he did not hesitate to expose his secret and wanted to quickly take down this heretic who might not be worth under that ancient book, but he didn't expect that the other party was only injured, and it didn't look very serious.

"I knew I had to keep more things, and I really missed the days when I was crushed by equipment. ”

Chixiao in his hand let out a soft groan, as if expressing his dissatisfaction, Qi Si was also very helpless about this, when his grandfather gave him this sword, he said, because it was his mother's dowry, all Chixiao did not "open the edge", not that Chixiao was not sharp, otherwise he would not have cut Cook and the spider pet like chopping melons and vegetables, but the sword spirit of this sword did not wake up, and now Qi Si finally saw the opportunity to wake up the sword spirit, but was blocked by the "Dream Knight" suit, this kind of defense between illusory and real, just restrained the current Chixiao.

"There is no source of power, 'Unreal Windmill' and 'Squire' Sancho, not a fully embodied 'Dream Knight' suit, and some fight. ”

Qi Si performed "treading the waves" and ran quickly, taking the spiritual power of the foothold as the node, the "retrospective" array of the Daode Sect was laid out, and the power of the "previous life" in the "Three Lives Formula" was not mastered by Qi Si, so he could only use the convenience of the formation.

In Sunday's shocked eyes, Qi Si, who was standing on a cyan formation, turned into a monster with a snake face and red hair.

Water Bo co-workers.

What Qi Si borrowed was part of the power of the ancient Chinese water gods.

The sea near the Port of Liverpool seemed to have suddenly blown a typhoon, because of the advent of the Gonggong, the rough waves kept beating the port, and the siren of the Port of Liverpool on behalf of the emergency sounded, and the ships docked in the port hurriedly strengthened the anchorage, for fear that they would roll over into the sea in the next moment.

Feeling the surging power of Qi Si, who burned all his holy power on Sunday, the chubby Sancho appeared and smiled, "It is my glory to serve you, Lord Don Quixote." Then it turned into a cloud of light that melted into Sunday's armor and spear.

After Sancho blended in, the spear in Sunday's hand was rusty, the armor became worn, and there was even a hole in the helmet, Lu Linanti snorted kindly, and looked back at his companion who was about to charge, Lu Linanti's eyes did not seem to be Sunday, but a thin, sad little nobleman.

The bloodthirsty light in Sunday's eyes vanished, and his eyes were pious and simple, as if he had become the hero of the joke, as he had sung hundreds of years ago: "The path of virtue is narrow and dangerous, and the path of sin is wide and flat, but the two paths end differently, the latter is death, and the former is life, and eternal life is obtained." ”

Behind Sunday, an illusory projection of a windmill emerges, and as the windmill turns, a steady stream of holy power merges into Sunday's body.

Sunday looked at the rubble all around him and said, "We're in the middle of the battlefield." ”

Leon and the others found themselves suddenly coming to a plain from the Old Hall Street, and the air was full of the smell of blood and fire, as if they had just experienced a great battle.

Parcy's voice trembled, "Young Master, who are we?"

Kingsley closed his eyes for a moment, drew a symbol in the void and said, "We're still in Liverpool, but this battlefield seems to be a projection of a historical space." ”

"It's a bit like a field, but it's a little bit worse. Qi Si, who was incarnated as a co-worker, said as he looked at the changing environment.

Looking into the distance on Sunday, his gaze seemed to penetrate the battlefield, looking at the buildings and swaying figures that were gradually shining in the distance, and said, "I saw fierce giants and terrible armies. ”

In the center of the battlefield, the army of the Moorish King Mambrino suddenly appeared in a neat phalanx, and several strong giants with a height of ten stories stood in the rear.

After a long period of washing, what the lovely and respectable knight saw no longer seemed to be a joke in the eyes of everyone.

The power of Don Quixote's "Dream Knight" set, what you see is real.

The sound of the waves came, and the co-workers with human faces and snake bodies rushed towards the knight in front of them, and under their feet was a raging wave.

The knights in the front row quickly broke and dissipated under the impact of the waves, but as the knights followed one another, the waves under Qi Si's feet also rapidly decreased in height, and by the time all the charging knights were drowned, they had fallen by more than half.

The giants flapped their chests and rushed in with an earth-shattering roar, as if huge whirlpools had appeared in the waves, and in the center of each whirlpool was a giant fighting against the waves.

Finally, on Sunday, with his spear raised, he rode the old Marulin andi and launched the final charge like an ordinary knight.

The co-workers who stepped on the earth held the water halberd, and the snake body quickly swam around the battlefield, rushing towards Sunday.

The guns and halberds intersected, and a transparent shockwave spread out from the center of the battlefield, and Kingsley, after spitting the fragrance in his mouth, hurriedly bit through the freshly scabbed wound again, adding to Patsy's defensive barrier.

The battlefield in the eyes of Leon and the others, after the shock wave, suddenly became illusory as if in the water, and where the two weapons collided, a black spatial crack appeared, and through the crack, it seemed that the original Old Hall Street could be seen.

The two are at a stalemate on the battlefield.

Lu Lin Anti seemed to be under too much pressure, the legs of the four slender horses trembled slightly, and the windmill behind him spun like an electric fan, and a steady stream of holy power poured towards Sunday.

Through the spatial crack, the water spiritual power of the Liverpool coast is also frantically converging towards Qi Si.

The two have developed a delicate balance.

"You, move forward. Leon said with a huge revolver against Patsy's head.

Patsy brushed down in a cold sweat, and there was a fairy fight in front, let a little shrimp like me go forward and make a fart, go over and look for death?

Patsy looked at his young master for help, but after seeing Kingsley's face change one after another, he gritted his teeth and said, "Do as he says." ”

"Well... Okay..."Patsy walked forward with the group in a dying mood, and Kingsley dragged Kapil with one hand, the Indian brother who had already rolled his eyes and fainted after seeing the giant.

Ten meters away from the two of them, Patsy really couldn't move, and the energy turbulence in front of him was about to tear apart his enchantment.

The man who asked for help looked at Leon, and when he saw the uncle, he nodded and said, "This distance is almost the same, I hope it will be useful." ”

Leon raised his M500 revolver and aimed it at Sunday's head.

"Boom!"

A loud roar of guns shattered the peace of this knightly era.