The wide martial arts arena, the memories of the past, the dreams of the past......

Is it really a name that has been almost forgotten by himself...... Just kidding, how could he forget that this name was the bond between him and Lily, and the knight who accompanied Artoria, King Arthur.

"Then, let me see again, how is Xiao Mo's swordsmanship, have you forgotten all these years of sleep. With a flick of his fingers, a silver sword appeared.

He doesn't know how to make any wooden swords or blunt swords for practice, which is an insult to swordsmanship, but also an insult to his opponent, he has never regarded Xiao Mo as a person who can't compare to himself.

The angry second-generation King Arthur on the other side seemed to take the matter more seriously, and she had put on her armor and put on the armor that had been cursed by Morgan.

In Mordret's hands, the shining sword of the king unleashed a dark aura that was diametrically opposed to the king, and even an aura that was completely contrary to the knight of the round table.

"Do you hate us that much?" Siwen looked at the girl, she was still like that, her appearance had solidified since she was born and was magically transformed to promote growth.

Even when the Knights of the Round Table learned of her identity and fell into confusion and rage, neither he nor Lily condemned her, because they knew that it was not Mordrete who was wrong, but the world.

The girl's face had been obscured by the cursed armor, and only the eyes could be faintly seen to be blood-red from anger and distortion.

Without the courtesy of a knight's duel, it was a powerful slash, and the evil aura attached to the blade added a bit of sharpness.

"That's not enough, you can't lose your mind in anger. Xiwen's thin sword, which seemed to have little strength, swung away gently, as if it had unloaded the blow lightly.

Mordret missed the blow and jumped away, ready for the next attack. I don't know if it's an illusion or a dazzle, the black aura on Wang Jian seems to be even stronger.

"Lily agrees with you, Mo, don't be fooled by twisted emotions. Xiwen seemed to be at ease in the metallic sound of the fierce collision of the two swords.

"Shut up!" Roar, a roar that could no longer feel human emotion came from under the armor, and even if the voice was muffled because of the armor, the horror could be heard.

When he was still Bedwell, he barely spoke, he always stood silently behind King Arthur, always silently carrying out the king's orders and fulfilling his responsibilities.

Mordret's attacks became sharper and sharper, and the long western heavy sword seemed to be as light as she could in her hand, doing whatever she wanted, so that the weapon was an extension of the arm body.

"Arashi's sword!" Xiwen's thin sword was attached to the cyan aura, as fast as the wind, and with a sense of stagnation like water, it slashed through the space and swept towards Mordret.

Mordret jumped back, her hands slamming her sword into the ground, her eyes coldly waiting for the attack, as if the target of the attack was not hers.

At the moment when the blade formed by the energy arrived, Mordret drew the king sword as if drawing a sword, and swung an elegant arc.

The blade formed by the energy was shattered, and it was shredded by the physical attack without energy, has it been practiced to this extent Xiao Mo Xiwen kept attacking in his hand, looking at the stubborn girl in front of him.

That was the most stiff fight he had with Lily, because Mordret pestered him to learn advanced skills in swordsmanship, so he casually taught her [A Sword from the West].

It took a long time to practice this move, standing on the rough shore and constantly fighting back the waves with his sword, he originally thought that Mordret's lively personality could not help the lonely hard practice.

As a result, this crazy Mordrete actually ran to the beach, slapping the waves on the beach day and night, repeating the action of drawing the sword and fencing countless times.

If it weren't for the fact that Gawain happened to train the sand knights at that time, passed by the coast, and picked up Mordret, who was already unconscious there, she might have died on the beach.

Wow, that time, Queen Artoria, who was eager to protect her cubs, let Xiwen know what Hedong Lion and Rouge Tiger were, and finally released a big move, and she didn't have a chance to kiss Fang Ze for several months.

Looking at the power that Mordret had accumulated made the entire Wang Sword sharpen, was that a move? Could it be that in the face of me, you also want to [rebel against Duanli's father]?

Tick......

Tick tick tick ......

Tick tick......

Why......

The eyes were blurred, the blood red faded, and the crystal green eyes like my father were drowned in tears, why, why didn't you dodge......

With trembling hands, she felt her brain buzzing at this time, who am I, where am I, what have I done.

The sharp sword of the king, blessed by anger and dark power, pierced the figure opposite, piercing the chest that had given her warmth when she was most helpless. Blood dripped down the sword.

Modret raised her hands tremblingly, looking at the golden-red blood in her hands, the blood of her uncle, what did I do, what did I do?!

The long sword pierced through the silver cloth of Xiwen, and the tip of the sword was shy on the back, as if it were ...... It's a little painful.

Sivin couldn't help but think of another time and space, that pseudo-Artoria, commonly known as the silly wave, where Bedwell was cut off by the angry Artoria Pendragon with a sword from behind and became a one-armed man.

Even if it's ...... I owe it to you both.

"It hurts, it hurts, it's light, I'm sick. ”

"Hmph!" Mordret, who was not good at learning and was learning from Artoria's arrogance, bandaged someone's wound viciously, and although he was vicious, his hand movements were much lighter.

"I know what you're back for. "Father told me that sooner or later you will discover this secret." ”

Modret's words made Siwen feel very bad, didn't I? Maybe I was living every day like a fool alone.

After a burst of rummaging through the cabinets, Mordret brought a heavy sword to Xiwen, and the kindness and familiarity that came to his face made Xiwen's nose sour.

EXcalibur, the Chinese pronunciation is a curry stick, and the sword of supreme glory owned by King Arthur is now sealed in the scabbard Avalon.

Putting the sword aside, he gently rubbed Avalon in his hand, feeling the remnants of her breath, and a crystalline, snow-white soul fragment fell into the palm of Xiwen's hand.

Artoria ......

Is that why you won't let me see you one last time?

The wound hurts, yes, it hurts so much that tears come down from my eyes.