"Give me death!"

The second knight, Gao Wen, continued to slash out one black sword qi after another, mixed with pitch-black waves, and attacked the location of the king disciple.

Just killed by the king disciple once, although Gawain did not reflect it on the surface, but in his heart for fighting with the king disciple in close combat, in fact, he has begun to be afraid, at this time with the king disciple again, Gawain only dared to be far away from the king disciple, constantly shooting long-range attacks to help his companions.

At the very center of the firefight, led by First Knight Lancelot, eight Knights of the Round Table unleashed slashes that were enough to tear through space, attacking the various corners of the king's body.

Lancelot held a pitch-black conical knight's spear and stabbed the king's disciples at a frequency of tens of thousands of times a second, opening his mouth and roaring loudly.

"White-clothed Sword Immortal, what's wrong with you!"

"Fighting back, aren't you very capable?"

Wang Tu was in the midst of the storm of spear stabs and sword slashes, and the speed at which he swung his weapon with both hands had long exceeded the limit that a martial artist under the God Realm could withstand, and the purple thunder light from the Thunder Silver Spear and the Red Crystal Long Sword almost formed a semicircular barrier in front of Wang Tu, blocking all the deadly attacks that were coming towards him.

In order to block the combined attack of the eight knights, the hands of the king disciple wielding his weapons had been slashed into afterimages, and it was almost impossible to see clearly.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Above the coast, the people of Wang Meng, who had regained consciousness, raised their heads one by one, watching the sparks that continued to explode in the sky to light up the night sky, with a look of surprise on their faces.

At this time, the eighth knight Bedwell had also used blood traction to resurrect the three knights who had just been shattered by the king's disciples, and the four of them joined the battlefield together.

One person did not fall behind in the face of thirteen mythical and legendary Knights of the Round Table, and the strength of the kings and disciples had long exceeded their comprehension.

You must know that the thirteen knights of the round table are not only the pinnacle of the god realm, but the quality of the weapons in their hands is at least the level of quasi-magic weapons.

And the king fought thirteen battles, not only did he not end up at a disadvantage, but he became more and more courageous!

A purple lightning flashed through his eyes, and thunderous energy erupted from Wang Tu's two hands, once again speeding up the speed of swinging the weapon, and even the afterimage of his arm was indiscerning.

When the third knight Geraint and the fourth knight Gareth saw this scene, they couldn't help but be slightly stunned and slightly distracted. But this momentary pause is fatal for a battle of this level!

"Don't stop attacking!"

Lancelot let out a loud shout, but before that, the royal disciple had already seized this opportunity and acted in advance.

His figure flashed, and he instantly forced under the two of them, and the red crystal long sword and the flaming silver spear stabbed towards the jaws of the two, piercing the heads of the two from the bottom to the top in an instant!

In the next second, eleven thin black lines shot towards the corpses of Geraint and Gareth, and the blood traction began to repair their damaged bodies, but Wang Tu smiled slightly and let out a cold snort.

"Bloodline traction, no race in front of me dares to play this trick!"

If the soul is shattered, even if the physical body has a strong recovery ability, there is only one way to die.

As soon as the words fell, the left and right hands of the king disciple holding the weapon suddenly burst out two dark ominous flames, along the blade of the sword and the tip of the spear, and slammed into the bodies of Geraint and Gareth, and disappeared.

The two of them were struck by the flames, and their newly recovered bodies trembled violently, and their mouths opened to let out a howl of pain.

"Ahhh

The king disciple fused the black fire of the first and second ranks, and could directly burn all the souls through the physical body!

Rumble!

Two purple thunderbolts fell from the sky, and the figures of Gareth and Gerante were instantly annihilated in it, turning into powder, and the black silk thread continued to find a way to mend it, and their bodies could no longer recover.

The Third Horseman, Geraint, is dead!

The Fourth Horseman, Gareth, is dead!

Thunder and lightning annihilate the body, and black fire burns the soul!

"Geraint, Gareth!"

Bedwell shouted out the names of his dead companions, his voice trembling slightly, and his body shaking uncontrollably.

For the first time in millennia, the Knights of the Thirteen Round Table truly felt what it was like to die and fear!

The Thirteen Knights of the Round Table, who had always thought that they were invincible and unstoppable on the earth, looked at the man in front of him who was wrapped in black fire and purple thunder, and was instantly stunned one by one.

"How is it possible, just a human race, how can it be better than my sea scale clan!"

Lancelot roared loudly, horror written on his face.

But the royal disciples would not wait for them to recover from their fears, two emerald green spiritual powers converged under their feet, and the royal disciples instantly appeared in the air hundreds of meters away from everyone.

He put away the red crystal longsword, held the gun in both hands, and the tip of the thunder silver spear sparked a blazing purple thunder light, swinging a series of stabbing blows at the knights of the round table below at a speed of a million times a second.

And every time he swung his spear, a purple pillar of thunder fell from the sky.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The pillars of thunder continued to fall, and from a distance, it looked like a thunderbolt city wall thousands of meters high, standing on the surface of the sea, illuminating half the world!

Exposed to the indiscriminate range of attacks, the bodies of the remaining eleven Knights of the Round Table, including Lancelot, were torn open with countless wounds, and they were annihilated in the thunder, one by one letting out a hoarse howl of pain.

The moment the thunder pillar disappeared, the king disciple appeared in front of the dying Galahad, his right fist wrapped in pitch-black flames, which pierced Galahad's chest with unmistakable accuracy.

Rumble.

Unable to utter even a final wail, Galahad's spirit and body were shattered by the king's punch.

The Fifth Horseman, Galahad, is dead!

Then, Wang Tu turned around suddenly, and the distance of a few hundred meters was closed in a fraction of a second, and Wang Tu handed out his right hand, grabbed Gahoris's neck, and lifted his huge body up.

Black flames erupted from the position of the tiger's mouth, and Gahoris let out a whimper, but there was no more movement, and the king's right hand was slightly forced, crushing his neck.

The Sixth Knight, Garhoris, is dead!

At this moment, the powerful people from all over the world, who were thousands of meters away, watched the legendary Thirteen Knights of the Round Table, who were killed by the king's disciples with extremely cruel means one by one, and their eyes widened.

A chill spread over their bodies, and everyone shivered unconsciously.

Where is this a battle, it is clearly a one-sided massacre!

The king's disciples descended like thunder gods, killing the remaining eight or nine Knights of the Round Table one by one along with their souls, and those knights of the Round Table, who should have been invincible, were as fragile as a group of powerless children in front of the king's disciples.

When the first few knights were killed, the king disciple still needed to use several moves to kill together, and in the end, he actually killed a knight of the round table with one move!

This legend that has dominated the East and the West for thousands of years exists and was actually slaughtered by the king alone!

In the end, the thirteen Knights of the Round Table, only the first knight Lancelot, and the second knight Gawain remained, and the two could no longer restrain their fears, and left the king at a speed that broke through the sound barrier, and flew towards a position they didn't know where they were.

"Want to escape?"

Wang Tu's face sank, and he instantly caught up with Gao Wen, who escaped towards the east, and raised his hand to his forehead, and black fire and purple thunder shot out from Wang Tu's fingertips and penetrated his forehead.

Gawain's face turned blue, and it exploded into countless pieces in an instant.

Wang Tu turned around and squinted at Lancelot who was running towards the west, the red crystal long sword appeared in his right hand, Wang Tu shouted softly, and the red crystal long sword slashed through the air with a red flash and shot towards Lancelot's location.

In the direction of Lancelot's escape, at the limit of the king's field of vision, a blurred figure stood.

The moment Lancelot saw the figure, he shouted with joy as if he had been granted amnesty.

"Ancestor, save me!"

Poof!

The red crystal sword carrying the black fire pierced Lancelot's chest, instantly burning his soul, and Lancelot's eyes trembled, and he slowly fell from the air.

The First Horseman, Lancelot, is dead!

The Thirteen Knights of the Round Table, who dominated the East and West and made countless people tremble, were finally slaughtered by the king alone!

The world's powerhouses who watched this battle were all amazed, but soon, they realized that the Thirteen Round Table Knights were not the issuers of the Hades Kill Order, and the existence that the knights called 'Ancestors' had not yet made a move!

Looking at Lancelot's dead appearance, the figure didn't react at all, just raised its head, and its dark blue narrow eyes stared at the king, without saying a word.

Wang Tu raised his head and looked at the figure, but his eyes were even colder, like a sharp sword, about to pierce this sky.

"Haizu, the thirteen knights under your seat are dead. ”

"Next, it's your turn!"

Hai Zu's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and he slapped it with one palm, directly shaking away the clouds and mist for hundreds of miles, and with a sharp tooth, he shocked the mountains and rivers like a thunderous roar, and immediately swept his eyes angrily, pointing at the king and shouting violently.

"White-clothed Sword Immortal, you are looking for death!"