The twelve knights of the round table stepped forward in unison, and the knights' swords in their hands were raised instantly,

"Hmph, you knights of the round table are indeed powerful, but tonight we have six of them at the level of the prince alone, and the rest are marquis and duke."

Seeing the twelve knights of the round table lined up in front of him burst out with a rich light divine power, Prince Tumeng's eyes froze, and in the next moment, endless cold suddenly poured out of his eyes.

"Do it, tonight will be your last glory."

The witch king's thin body was shrouded in a wide black robe, and the voice of the gloom sounded immediately, looking at the knight of the round table in front of him, but a faint cold flame appeared in his eyes,

"Bowess, it seems that our Knights of the Round Table have not acted for a long time, so that these filthy underground creatures dare to defy our majesty."

The sneer on Lancelot's face continued to expand, and the light and holy power on his body surged up in the blink of an eye, and suddenly turned his head to tease the person next to him, but in his eyes, there was a fierce killing intent bursting out,

Bose, Laslot's nephew, fearless warrior,

"Then let them go to hell."

Among the twelve Knights of the Round Table, Ranmarnock was the least easy to get along with, a little neurotic, the most obsessive and bloody killing, and when he heard Lanrost's words, he immediately spoke with a cold face,

At this time, Yi Qing stood quietly behind many dark creatures, looking at the twelve knights of the round table who appeared in front of him with interest.

For the British Knights of the Round Table, Yi Qing also has some understanding,

King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table played a role in Britain that was equivalent to that of the Dragons and Huaxia, and they were the oldest qualified abilities in the history of the world.

However, in the face of these knights of the round table, Yi Qing had no intention of making a move.

is a natural disdain,

Yi Qing's goal is King Arthur, who has not appeared so far, and this will be a battle between the Chinese dragon god and the British patron saint.

"Darkness, night, is our world, and we will bury you with this endless darkness."

Yi Qing watched for a long time, and the Prince of Tumeng here was already impatient to rub his tongue with the Knight of the Round Table again, and suddenly smiled, and a pair of huge golden bats behind him opened violently,

In the next moment, driven by the bat wings, the entire body turned into an illusory and distorted phantom, and the palm that poked out was like a sharp claw, rubbing against the air and making a sharp popping sound.

"No one can underestimate our glorious Knights of the Round Table, filthy underground creatures, go to death."

When Lancelot saw Prince Tumon who was attacking quickly, he immediately drank coldly, and the knight's sword in his hand was raised, and the knight's sword, which also belonged to the inheritance, immediately burst out with a dazzling light and holy light.

In an instant, a large area of the night sky was lit up, and then it slashed towards Prince Tumon like a bolt of lightning.

"The majesty of my king, the glory of the knights of the round table, brook no provocation."

Seeing that Lancelot and Prince Tumon had already fought each other, Geraint, whose face was as cold as a rock, suddenly roared angrily,

The sharp gaze instantly covered Prince Gasol, and the next moment, his body suddenly moved, and he took the initiative to attack Prince Gasol.

"Hey, it's good to come, let's kill them."

Seeing Geraint, who was directly attacking, the corners of Prince Gasol's mouth suddenly set off a cruel sneer, and he did not flinch, and a rich dark power erupted from his body, and he directly chose to fight without avoidance.

"Boom"

After Prince Gasol, the princes of the two major families of the secret party, as well as the blood wolf king and the witch king, all stood up, and let out a bloodthirsty sneer from their mouths, and a powerful momentum burst out.

The body was like a falcon, and each picked a knight of the round table, and suddenly pounced fiercely.

After a few giants, among the family members brought by the four blood princes, they quickly divided into a duke to lead the formation of the two marquises, and immediately aimed their blood-red eyes at the remaining six knights of the round table with a sinister smile.

Boom, boom, boom

In front of the spacious Glaston Castle Gate, a terrifying roar of battle broke out in an instant,

The light and holy power and the rich dark power constantly collided together, and the originally silent night, accompanied by the cold murderous machine, suddenly became noisy.

"Damn dark creatures, behold my divine light."

The entire spacious night sky seemed to be divided into twelve fierce battle areas, and at this moment, Lancelot and Prince Tumon continued to fight, and there was a violent roar in mid-air.

For a while, neither of the two could help each other, but this stalemate immediately made Lancelot, who was arrogant and arrogant in his character, angry.

After fighting Prince Tumon again, Lancelot took a few steps back, and the next moment his angry face suddenly roared, and the knight's sword in his hand was raised high, bursting with brilliant holy light,

In the next moment, this holy light containing the terrifying power of light rose into the sky, and immediately formed a huge Holy Cross sword above Lancelot's head, shining brightly,

In the trembling, it immediately fell like a meteor falling, and fell fiercely towards Prince Tumon's body,

"Hell's Gun."

Feeling the terrifying holy power emanating from the huge Holy Cross Sword, Prince Tumon's face also turned fierce and fierce,

With a roar of rage, the rich dark power on his body surged, and instantly condensed in front of him into a spear that was no smaller than the Holy Cross Sword.

The spear was pitch black, as if it was really from hell, and there was a faint light on the body of the spear that flickered continuously, exuding an incomparably evil and powerful momentum, as soon as it appeared, it immediately cut through the void and stabbed at the Holy Cross Sword with a roar.

Boom, boom, boom

The huge hell spear and the Holy Cross sword came into contact in an instant, and the majestic dark power and light holy power poured out, and suddenly the entire void fell into a burst of rage, and the chaotic air flow collapsed and burst out.

"Aoji, your light and holy power is not my opponent yet, the hell spear, break it for me."

After a few breaths, the dazzling light and holy power in mid-air suddenly dimmed, and under the hell spear, a burst of contraction collapsed, seeing this scene, Prince Tumun burst out laughing,

As soon as the laughter fell, a murderous roar immediately spat out from the mouth of Prince Tumon,

Bang

With the sound of Prince Tumon's shouting, I saw the huge hell spear that stretched in the air, suddenly trembled, and once again glowed with bursts of dark power, and in the next breath, the Holy Cross sword that confronted the hell spear shattered.

Piercing the Holy Cross Sword, the momentum of the entire body of the Hell Spear suddenly weakened, but it still exuded a fierce aura, automatically aiming at Lancelot below in mid-air, and stabbed straight at the next moment,

"Not good, Holy Light Guardian."

Seeing the ferocious hell spear, Lancelot could no longer care about the surprise that his divine light was broken, his handsome face suddenly changed, and he didn't think about it for the next moment, and the knight's sword in his hand immediately returned to defense,

In Lancelot's body, the light holy power instantly surged out without reservation, and a rich holy light bloomed on the knight's sword, instantly forming a semicircular holy light shield in front of Lancelot's body.

bang

At the moment when the shield of holy light was formed, the Hellspear had already slammed into this shield.

At the same time, bursts of dazzling white light erupted from the shield of holy light, struggling to resist the power of the Hell's Spear.

In the next moment, Lancelot's burly body was suddenly thrown high backwards like a kite with a broken string.