"Boom, boom, boom!"

Purple thunder continued to explode in the air, and Wang Tu held the Thunder Silver Spear in his left hand and the Red Crystal Long Sword in his right hand, wielding it at a speed that was difficult to track with the naked eye.

Every time he swung out a sword light and gun shadow, a purple thunderbolt appeared in the space around him instantly, and then exploded, and as the king disciple accelerated the frequency of waving his wrist, tens of thousands of thunderbolts exploded to form a thundercloud hundreds of meters long, covering all the Knights of the Round Table in it.

The seven knights of the round table, led by Geraint, gritted their teeth, endured the severe pain of all corners of their bodies being torn apart by the power of the domineering thunder and lightning, and used the knight's long sword in their hands to shoot out a wave of sea tide energy, stopping in front of them, so as not to be directly crushed into powder by the king's attack.

Huang Yuanzhi and the powerhouses from all over the world who came to see the show looked at the scene that was completely different from a few minutes ago, and stood straight in place one by one, not knowing how to react.

Obviously, not long ago, the royal disciples had almost been cornered by these Knights of the Round Table.

But now, instead of being in a more desperate disadvantage, he was not at all defeated by one against seven, and the Knights of the Round Table were defeated and retreated.

Although the king disciple broke through on the spot and improved his cultivation from the Divine Realm Xiaocheng to the Divine Realm, those Round Table Knights were all at the peak of the Divine Realm!

What's going on here?

In the midst of the continuous thunder and lightning, Gareth, the Fourth Knight, raised his head and yelled at the Eighth Knight, Bedwell, who was still wielding the Blood Cross.

"Bedwell, stop watching the show!"

"If you keep playing, Gawain's corpse won't know where it has gone!"

The Eighth Knight, Bedwell, frowned in displeasure when he heard Gareth's voice.

"That kind of self-deprecating nonsense, and death is also a lesson for him. ”

After speaking, he stretched out his two hands and flicked his fingers, and the scarlet viscous blood on the bloody cross gradually dried up, as if it had been sucked into the void, and as the blood disappeared, the bloody cross also returned to its original blue cross.

Bedwell ordered the blue cross to float in the air, its pupils covered in blue-black, and shouted loudly.

"Bloodline traction!"

Then, the blue cross erupted with blue-black tidal energy visible to the naked eye.

Then, excluding Gawain, who was blown to pieces by the king's disciples, Bedwell, who was acting alone, the seven knights who were fighting with the king's disciples, and the four knights in the sky, a total of twelve knights' bodies flew out at the same time A filament formed by the condensation of the sea tide flew out of their bodies, and they flew towards Gawain, who was blown into countless pieces of flesh with an extremely fast speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

"Whoosh!"

The twelve filaments passed through each fragment of Gawain's corpse, shuttling through the night sky, drawing pitch-black light and shadow, and actually stitched all the thousands of fragments together!

Wrapped in black silk threads, the corpse that was once named Gawain slowly opened its eyes.

He turned his neck, moved his limbs and body, joints, bones, and constantly made a creaking sound, raised his right hand slightly, a red bayonet appeared in his hand, and the man covered in scales let out a hoarse roar, and waved the bayonet in his hand and ran towards the position where the king was.

The second knight, Gawain, rejoined the battlefield as if nothing had happened.

Even the Wang disciple, seeing this situation, couldn't help but squint his eyes and frown slightly, and the world's powerhouses thousands of meters away widened their eyes one by one, their jaws opened as if dislocated, and they couldn't speak anymore.

The power of the bloodline traction of the thirteen knights can even resurrect the corpse!

And after Bedwell resurrected Gawain, the blue cross suddenly became larger, and it actually turned directly into a huge cross-shaped shield, and Bedwell held the cross shield, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

One man against ten Knights of the Round Table at the same time!

Wang Tu's face changed slightly, and one after another thunder and lightning slashes roared out from his hands, and the nine knights of the round table roared, either with the knight's sword in their hands, or with a cross shield, or with a bayonet, or even directly with their extremely hard bodies, blocking all the domineering thunder and lightning power.

"Not bad. ”

Wang Tu's hands gathered purple thunder and lightning mana, and slowly spoke.

"He is a well-known Knight of the Round Table. ”

"However, in front of me, you are just a school of miscellaneous fish!"

He crossed his hands, the red crystal long sword and the thunder silver spear together, and a thunderbolt magic ball that almost devoured space converged at the tip of the sword and the tip of the spear.

In the next second, a purple thunder dragon with a length of several hundred meters roared out from the thunderball, roaring towards the location of those Knights of the Round Table with a space-tearing momentum.

The Knights of the Round Table scattered from their positions with their faces sank, and Bedwell leaped high from the side and leaped into the air with a look of horror on his face.

Zila.

Feeling the thunder and lightning behind him, Bedwell raised his cross shield and turned around violently, but the shield that the cross had turned into was cut in two by the king from the head to the bottom!

"Boom!"

With a flick of his fingers, a bolt of lightning struck, blasting the cross shield and Bedwell's corpse directly into charred ashes!

In the next second, twelve thin lines that shot rapidly from all directions actually formed a net, wrapping Bedwell, who had turned into powder, in it, and gradually forming a human figure.

The thin black threads dispersed, and Bedwell was resurrected intact.

He opened his mouth and said with a loud smile to the king.

"Think that if you destroy the Bloody Cross and kill me, the Knights of the Round Table will not be able to resurrect?"

"White-clothed Sword Immortal, the bloodlines of the Thirteen Knights have long been fused together, unless you can kill them all at once, the power of the bloodline traction will directly resurrect our bodies. ”

"Whether we are cut off or our bodies are shattered, as long as there are other knights, we are immortal!"

The other knights broke free from the dragon, and one by one opened their fanged mouths and burst out laughing.

And Wang Tu, in the face of this situation, did not have a trace of shock, he raised his head gently, looked at the nine knights of the round table in front of him, and actually laughed.

"Okay. ”

Raising his right hand, covered by purple thunder and lightning, the red crystal long sword that continued to burst out sparks pointed straight at the sky, and Wang Tu shouted angrily with a voice that could be heard within a radius of several kilometers.

"The three hiding behind the clouds, get down for me!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was terrified!

And the knights in the sky seemed to react, and when they heard the king say this, there was a constant roar behind the clouds, and Lancelot's terrifying voice came from above.

"Presumptuous! The human race dares to be so arrogant!"

With this roar, four pitch-black figures landed in front of the king disciple from the dark clouds!

Eleven Knights, Dagnit.

The Twelve Horsemen, Mordred.

The Thirteen Knights, Eckert.

and, the First Horseman, Lancelot.

Their bodies were covered in pitch-black armor, and they held conical knightly spears four or five meters long in their hands, standing a little in front of the other ten knights like the gods of war.

Thirteen Knights of the Round Table, all of them appeared.

Lancelot's semi-automatic black helmet opened, revealing a long mutated oval pitch-black round face, looking at the appearance of the king, and whispered.

"White-clothed Sword Immortal, you should feel honored. ”

"The Thirteen Knights of the Round Table were dispatched at the same time, even in the thousand-year history of counting the predecessors of the Hades Palace, it had never been before. ”

"Being killed by the fabulous Knights of the Thirteen Round Table should be a proud ...... for you"

Rumble!

Before Lancelot could finish speaking, three purple thunderbolts fell from the sky behind him without warning, blowing up all three knights who appeared with Lancelot to charred ashes!

"What?"

Lancelot's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the calm-looking young man in white standing a few hundred meters away.

The king's left hand was raised in the shape of a snap of his fingers, and he looked at Lancelot's frightened appearance, and cracked his mouth with a disdainful sneer.

"You seascale bastards, there's a lot of nonsense. ”

"Can you just start fighting?"

Lancelot was slightly stunned at first, and then his face sank.

"Bedwell uses bloodline traction to save people, and the others will come with me!"

With that, he lifted the pitch-black knight's spear and shot it like a rocket cannon at the king's location.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Several other knights heard Lancelot's order, opened their bloody mouths, showed crazy bloodthirsty expressions, brandished their weapons, and followed behind Lancelot.

Rumble!

Black waves and purple thunder and lightning were constantly intertwined and crashing in the air, making one after another a huge sound that shook the sky over the entire Huaguo!

One-man battle thirteen knights of the round table!

Shocked!