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Jian Tong dirty inkstone scratched his throat desperately with his hand, and his face was bruised. The long sword slowly shrank in, and he didn't know how his small body could accommodate such a length.

"Impossible...... Impossible!" Jian Tong screamed as if he was crazy, and let out a hysterical voice: "Angola Manuel's will must have been destroyed...... Who are you? Who are you?"

He staggered forward a few steps, the knights retreated in unison, and the current scene was no longer full of weirdness, which made people involuntarily fearful.

The dirty inkstone fell to the ground, as if it was really an old man in his last years, and he didn't have the vigor just now. He gulped out blood, and the blood fell to the ground, immediately turning into a thick black mud.

His eyes were bloodshot and full of unwillingness, and his skin was melting like wax: "It's you...... It's you, the saint of Einzberen! you're ...... Gang up with outsiders to deal with me! Damn it, damn it! Aren't we partners? Isn't it the common desire of the three of us to fulfill all this? Would you rather give this power to an outsider than give it to me, why, why!"

Jian Tong Dirty Yan struggled desperately, and his hands pulled out blood marks on the ground, revealing the white bones of his fingertips. But even this could not slow down the speed at which he "melted". Now he is like a piece of plasticine placed by the fire, melting little by little, and even the appearance cannot be maintained, and he can only faintly see a hand-like thing stretching out in front of him.

"Help me...... Please, save me...... I still...... Don't want to die!"

One second he was an immortal god, but the next moment he was like an old dog who was still breathing, and the only thing he could do was let out a lowly scream.

The more people long for eternal life, the more they fear death.

But if there is no death, how can eternal life be precious?

Death and life have the same weight, but they are artificially emotionally added.

The saints throughout the ages have all broken the boundaries between life and death.

It's not that their power is great enough to reverse life and death, it's that life and death make no difference to them.

Poof! The inkstone exploded like a bubble and completely turned into a puddle of black mud.

It is clear that he cannot become a saint.

Faced with this strange scene, the knights subconsciously swallowed their saliva. As dead spirits, their desire for life is even stronger, and the fate of the Dirty Yan has undoubtedly taught them a vivid lesson.

Guinevere grabbed Saber's arm and said with emotion, "The realm of life and death is still too early for humans. ”

Saber nodded, without a strong heart, he couldn't control his desires.

The King of Conquest said with a little pity: "There is nothing wrong with pursuing eternal life, and it is nothing to kill our own kind for this, and the lives of our fellows are no less than his." But his biggest mistake was to cover up his evil deeds under the pretext of eternal life. To be evil is to be evil, and to do good is to do good, and it will not become good because your purpose is great, nor will it become evil because your purpose is indecent, and good will become evil. Even oneself can't recognize oneself, such a mind can't carry eternal life at all!"

"Is it a real villain and a hypocrite?" Ying Luo blinked, "It's too complicated." ”

According to her idea, it would be nice to rely on her own preferences.

"There is no more complicated thing in the world than the human heart!" Saber said helplessly, causing a wave of embarrassment among the knights, among whom Tristan even knelt on the ground and bowed his head: "I'm sorry, my king! The phrase "King Arthur did not understand the human heart" was the first thing he said.

Instead of getting angry, Saber smiled and said, "Tristan, you're right. In the past, I gave up my gender, gave up my feelings, and blindly pursued fairness, which really didn't understand people's hearts. But I now understand that the sword cannot create happiness, and only beauty can give birth to beauty. She took Guinevere in one hand and stretched out the other to the knights, "You, will you trust me again?"

Some of the knights were excited, some were ashamed, and they replied: "Of course, you will always be our greatest king!"

"Thank you!" Saber said sincerely, and then the golden sword pointed at the puddle of black mud, "Maybe it's a stairway to eternal life, but it's too early for humans. Help me, knights, and send it back to where it belongs!"

"Yes!"

The knights raised their swords and glanced at each other, and then the colorful pillars of light soared into the sky.

It's time to put an end to it all!

Saber opened his eyes and whispered, "Enter ......"

But as soon as she said a word, a powerful magic burst out from the black mud, and a figure rushed out along the hurricane, as if it was a dragon riding the wind, and crashed straight into the nearest Gawain.

The snow-white sword light lit up, and Gawain let out a muffled snort, he didn't even see how the other party made a move, and there was a huge wound on his chest, and the bright silver armor was split in two, revealing the tragic appearance of the skin and flesh inside.

"What?"

"Be careful!"

Although the knights were surprised, they were veterans of the battle, and of course they would not stand still, and they quickly counterattacked, and several large swords slashed at the black shadow.

But the great sword struck the ground, splattering rubble. The black shadow flashed from the sword light and sword shadow as if it was air, and it didn't stop at all, and while dodging the attack, he waved his arm continuously, and the snow-white sword light lit up again, and then it was the blood of Da Peng!

As soon as he saw it, the knights who had just launched the attack hung up their colors and staggered to the ground.

The black shadow did not stop, and stomped on the ground with every step, so as to gain a powerful force, and instead of decreasing, the speed became faster and faster, and in an instant it broke out of the knight's encirclement, and then circled in an arc, and rushed over again.

"Beware, the enemy is fast!"

"Don't stare at the enemy, pay attention to the sword!"

"Damn, stop me!"

But the knights' efforts were in vain, and the only thing that could do was to add a few more scars to the ruined ground. Instead, the black shadow seized the gap in their attack, and brushed a few swords to overturn the enemy.

This time and again, in just a dozen seconds, half of the Knights of the Round Table had already hung the lottery, although the injuries were not fatal, but the opponent attacked the joints and ligaments, which greatly limited their combat effectiveness.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the black shadow rush out of the crowd again, several knights became angry and chased after them angrily.

Lanstrow hurriedly shouted, "Don't go over!"

But he was still a step too late. I saw the black shadow in the hurry turn around, and when I raised my hand, there was a white light, and the knights fell to the ground in response.

"Damn!" Lancelot scolded when he saw this, the other party's attack took away three or four people every time, and the left and right rushes were also deliberately disrupting their formation, obviously with the intention of breaking them one by one. Thinking of this, he hurriedly shouted: "Everyone is not allowed to attack without authorization, defend the formation!"

It is said that the twelve knights of the round table were beaten into a defensive formation by one person, and it is indeed quite aggrieved, but the opponent's speed is too fast, and victory is more important than face. He gave the order without hesitation, but soon discovered an embarrassing fact: the one who is still intact now, even with the addition of my king and himself, there are only 4 people left!

It's just such a little person, and it's a shrinking yarn!