The moment the Eight Gates Dunjia was opened, Lan could feel the muscles, blood, and cells inside his body suddenly begin to beat violently, and the feeling of quickly filling up was like a long dried lake with a steady stream of clear groundwater.

The most intuitive feeling brought by the rapidly rising lake to Arashi was that the lost strength had returned again. Therefore, the swordsman who leaned down at the first time chose the most direct face with the straight punch he swung at Lancelot.

The right hand holding the hilt of the sword, dragging the blade upside down, the backhand is a slash and slash on the opponent's iron fist, and when the sound of metal clashing is crisp, the surging air wave will blow away the dust at once.

In the eyes of the crowd watching the battle all around, the picture seemed to pause for a moment, a white-haired boy in casual sportswear and a tall armored knight fell into a strange wrestling, and the battle unfolded with the point where the sword and fist touched, both stubbornly trying to force each other back.

"Ah!!!!!h

Angry roared from dissatisfaction with the status quo, Lancelot relied on his tall size to bully Arashi's surroundings in one step, his arms swinging like two iron whips, and the sound of air exploding could be heard every time he attacked Arashi with his swift punches.

Quick, fast, fast, faster, faster!

In the face of Lancelot's round after round of strong attacks, Lan's swordsman instinct was ignited for the first time, and the silver-white trajectory under the moonlit night was the figure of the Three Days Moon Sect nearly slashed. The interwoven sword curtain overwhelmed Lancelot in an even more arrogant manner.

How many years have I not seen such a scene. Iskander, who had been standing in the distance, suddenly thought of this, and those dusty images in his mind appeared one by one, which was the memory of him sweeping the world with his subordinates, facing one strong enemy after another, and finally winning the battle.

Every battle, every strong enemy should be written in history, because both sides of the battle are heroes destined to go down in history. Iskandar, who clenched his fists tightly, was already a little difficult to hold back the blood in his heart that wanted to fight.

This is the glory of the warrior, this is the crown with blood. Only the victor can wear it and march forward on the bones.

It's still early in this battle. Skaha's mind flashed through such years, and with a laid-back face, she was perhaps the most relaxed one in the room, and she knew better than anyone the details of the two sides. Whether it's Arashi's swordsmanship level or Lancelot's origins. Especially the latter is not without fighting in Valhalla, and it is definitely not just the level in front of him.

On the contrary, for Arashi, Skaha's understanding only exists in memory fragments shared with the two of them, so at this moment, she also took this opportunity to deeply remember Lan's attack method and rhythm.

You won't be able to win against Lancelot if you just keep it at this level, Arashi, show me your hole cards again. In exchange, I will give you the opportunity to fight side by side.

"The king's side does not allow the weak to pass. Skaha, who whispered, spoke an old Celtic proverb.

The progress of the battle seems to be as Skaha expected, the first to make changes is the aggressive Arashi, although the long sword in his hand is a world-famous weapon, but Lancelot's armor is also from the hands of a famous master, and the few wounds that can be caused are also healed by the opponent with abnormal repair power.

After a short fight, Lan took advantage of the opponent's strength to retreat, and the jumping figure immediately opened a distance of about three meters. But Lancelot, who was pressed up again, didn't seem to have any intention of letting Lan Ruyi, and the warrior's instinct made him understand that if he let the other party get the space to swing his sword wantonly, it would be a trouble for him.

Since your own strength is stronger and your fists are harder, then use the easiest way to solve the other party. The knight who has abandoned the way of knighthood, just like his momentum gives people the feeling, like a fierce beast walking in the world.

But at this moment, standing opposite Lancelot was Arashi, the sword master who had won the name of 'Unparalleled in the World' with the long sword in his hand, and for the blink of an eye, there was only half a meter left, and Arashi smiled at Lancelot.

Holding his breath, accumulating strength, standing on tiptoe, his right hand brought the Three Days Moon Sect close to him, and the silver moonlight shone on it, dazzling and shining.

"Resist the Water Flow: Three Thousand World Crows are killed!"

A low cry blurted out, and a raging storm ensued.

Countless silver trails appeared densely intertwined, but Lan's long sword had already turned invisible. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he swung his sword faster than the human eye could catch.

"Ah!!!!h

An unwilling roar accompanied by the dust raised, Lancelot's voice was more like an enraged beast trying to tear the little man in front of him apart. But the fierce sword qi that covered the sky and the sun killed him one by one.

"Ascending Dragon!"

Out of nowhere, his left hand was holding the scabbard through the sword curtain, and with a raised position, he slammed Lancelot's body into the air before the scabbard shattered into splinters.

The momentary weightlessness made Lancelot realize that his situation was getting worse at the moment, but before he could react. Arashi had already come under him and struck him in the air with a blow to the top of his knee.

"Resist the water flow, the mystery, the flood change!"

As long as you use the sword technique once, it will be engraved in your body like a brand, which is the talent that Arashi has honed on the road to the Sword Master.

Unlike the first appearance, this time the sword moves condensed extremely quickly, and Arashi, who was standing on the ground with both feet, raised his head to lock on to Lancelot's figure, and a huge and dazzling silver slash followed. But in terms of momentum and power, compared to the time when Lan was in the slums, he himself knew that he was deficient.

After all, at that time, he was in his heyday, not a second-rate swordsman who is not in tune now, and even wielding his mystical sword skills needed to rely on the method of eight doors Dunjia.

"Boom !!!"

A huge and loud explosion resounded all around, and the moment the silver sword qi exploded, it made people think that there seemed to be another bright moon in the sky.

Although the sword-wielding person himself was not satisfied with this, the crowd of onlookers was already dumbfounded.

"This ...... Is it to the extent that humans can do it?Can it be done without relying on magic?" Alice Phil asked the Knight King in disbelief, she really couldn't understand the scene she was seeing in front of her, if the other party was also a legendary heroic spirit, then everything was fine, but why would it be a human teenager?

"The so-called Heroic Spirit, ...... before he died," the Knight King, who was looking at the sky with his eyes, muttered, "It's also human, Alice." ”

And to a similar question, Iskandar gave Webb the answer in these words, "When this man dies, he will enter Valhalla." I'm going to take him under my wing. The peerless swordsman is really exciting!!hahaha!"

As everyone was exchanging heads, Lancelot's figure landed as the roar ended, and the downed container cushioned the other party in an inclined manner.

The fierce beast, which had rolled around a few times, struggled on the spot a few times, and then stood up again. Only this time, compared to before, his appearance was much more miserable, the armor on his arm and the right half of his body had turned into powder and disappeared, and the blood flowing from the wound had a strange blackness.

"It's time for you to take a weapon, knight!" the long sword pointed at Lan in the distance, and he made it clear that he would not be able to defeat me without a weapon.

It's not a difference in strength, it's because I'm a 'unparalleled sword master in the world'.

"Bang Bang!"

Strange applause suddenly rang out all around, and Gilgamesh, who was still standing on the lamppost, said in a contemptuous tone, "As a bastard's entertainment show for the king, you have done a good job. But as a mongrel, if you are too noisy, you should be punished. ”

With a little index finger of his right hand, thousands of golden lights appeared out of thin air behind him, and the hero king bathed in it snorted arrogantly, "Hmph, you two bastards, with the praise given by this king, go to hell." ”