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The primordial fire appeared in Nero's hands at some point, and her hands clenched the hilt of her sword, but her face, which was always full of smiles, was extremely solemn today.

It stands to reason that the stronger the opponent, the higher her enthusiasm, but this is not the case today, just because the man in front of her reveals not only strength, but also Sen Leng.

It's as if even the blood is cold.

As soon as Cui Shun saw Nero's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, he knew that his existence would not only not help but might be delayed, so he no longer hesitated at the moment and cautiously moved towards the stairs. Fortunately, the man's attention is all on Nero, and he doesn't care about Cui Shun, he is not an assassin like the old man in the mountain, he has his pride, he has his integrity, and he wants to defeat Nero with dignity.

After all, he is just a man who will do anything to defend his country.

His pale face was flushed by the light overhead, but his robe was as dark as ever, like the blood-drenched stake in his hand.

After sensing that Cui Shun had finally walked out of the villa, the primordial fire in Nero's hand swirled in a circle of flames, slashing at the man with unparalleled speed.

The man tightened the stake in his hand, and the blood trickled to the ground, like the most beautiful symphony.

As a saber, Nero was not known for his agility, but he was so light at the speed of his sword swing and his movements at dodging the strange stakes.

Seeing this, the man smiled slightly, without the slightest sense of evil, but as upright and noble as a Christian saint.

He stomped on his feet, his body disappearing in place at a speed that Nero had never expected, and he appeared behind her.

He's faster than Chen Nuo!

Nero didn't have time to be surprised, because the stake had already pierced the back of her head, and the blood that flowed had a palpitating sheen, and even Nero, who had not seen it with his own eyes, couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"Ding"

Nero didn't have time to turn around, but his arms were raised, and his sword was slashed from top to bottom, slashing at the seemingly fragile stake, making a metallic clam.

Secretly amazed at the hardness of the stake, Nero was so strong that his body spun like a dance, and his skirt fluttered like a blooming rose.

As she swirled, the primordial flame formed a tornado with an even more vigorous and hot flame, swallowing it towards the man.

The man was always smiling, and if it weren't for the black robe, he would be no different from a holy angel.

His body kept roaming around Nero, and the stake in his hand stabbed eighteen times in three seconds, each enough to kill an elite mage in the Templar.

Although Nero is not good at fighting, but it is not something that can be defeated by such an attack, the primordial fire was danced by her, and her thin body seemed to be transformed into an ancient Roman fighter at this moment, unwilling and angry.

No one has ever trampled on her dignity as an emperor so much, no one!

The man's juggling attack completely enraged Nero, and the flames on the primordial fire turned pale red to deep red.

Feeling the ferocious power contained in the crimson flames, the man's face couldn't help but be a little solemn, his left hand held a wooden stake that was no more than half a meter, his feet did not stop, his hands waved vigorously, and in an instant, Nero's front and back were covered with the shadows of the wooden stakes.

Nero didn't have time to count the shadows of the stakes that surrounded him, but he had time to manipulate the flames to devour them one by one.

The flames turned into a large serpent, with its mouth wide open, spitting letters, and devouring all the stakes in one bite at a time.

"Boom"

This valuable villa finally couldn't withstand the huge energy impact of the two people's attack, and collapsed from top to bottom.

The dust cleared, and in the rubble on the ground, a fiery red figure held a sword in both hands, staring at the black figure close at hand without blinking.

"Good."

A hoarse sound like sawn wood sounded in the wind.

*****

Freeway.

Li Cheng, who was sitting in the car, was speechless in horror, he never thought that anyone would be able to fight you and me with Gilgamesh, even Chen Nuo, who injured him that night.

The slender figure, the big longbow, defused Gilgamesh's endless attacks again and again, but it was still at ease.

There was not the slightest expression on Gilgamesh's handsome face, there was no anger, there was no contempt, which in itself was the most important thing he valued that man.

The dozen or so golden holes neatly arranged in the back of Gilgamesh's head seemed to be loyal to their king. The King's Treasure seemed to have no end, and it smashed endlessly at the archer.

With his longbow drawn, red arrows of light shot from his fingertips at the various weapons that rained down, forming beautiful fireworks in the air.

Gilgamesh's crimson pupils stared at the arrows of light that Archer had fired, and frowned thoughtfully.

Flame-like bursting arrows of light, powerful enough to control flames meticulously, who are you?

Archer raised her swarthy face, her dark eyes swept over the dozen or so large holes in Gilgamesh's back that had not slowed down in the slightest, her lips pursed slightly, and her right hand on the bowstring suddenly exerted force, and the bowstring instantly bent into a huge arc that had not been seen since the beginning of the battle.

Finally, is it coming?

Come on!

Gilgamesh laughed maniacally, raised his right hand, and took out a slender sword with a turquoise hilt from the hole, the long sword was shining brightly, unlike the other weapons in the King's Treasure, as if it carried a sacred aura.

The rain of weapons poured down, but this time Archer did not release the arrow easily, as if something was brewing, and it was not until the nearest giant axe was about to come to him that he opened his closed eyes and released his right hand.

A pillar of fiery red light about a meter in diameter shot out from the longbow, and the giant axe would burn the restrained hot aura of the nearby pillar of light to ashes.

The fiery red pillar of light shot straight towards Gilgamesh, and all the weapons that stood in the way disappeared into the air in front of the breath of heavenly fire that seemed to burn everything.

No matter how strong the strength is, there are times when it is exhausted, and although the fiery red pillar of light is brave and unmatched, it is still powerless in the face of the king's treasure that continues to pour down, and it is annihilated less than three meters away from Gilgamesh.

Although the fiery red pillar of light disappeared, Gilgamesh did not let his guard down, clenching his fist in one hand and his sword in the other, his ruby-like pupils searching back and forth in the surrounding void.

"I'm waiting for you." Gilgamesh grinned, and swung his sword upwards against the spiral horns of the bow.

I don't know what kind of material the sharp horns are made of, and even with the power of the famous holy sword in Gilgamesh's hand, it has not left the slightest trace on it.

Gilgamesh is an archer, but that doesn't mean he won't fight in close quarters.

The long sword flew up and down, and the golden light escaped, and with a sacred aura that made people want to bow down, and the longbow in Archer's hand exchanged more than a dozen times in an instant.

Circular ripples spread out from the two of them, the concrete floor cracked, the metal street lamps broke, and a large area of the field turned into powder.

Li Chengcheng, who was sitting in a Lamborghini, had his pupils shrunk, and he didn't care much, pushed the car door and stumbled a few steps, only to see the sports car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars behind him being neatly cut in half, and let out a wail in the firelight.

After exchanging a dozen moves, Archer took a deep look at the long sword in Gilgamesh's hand, and with a light tap under his feet, his slender body appeared silently like a tanuki twenty meters away.

"Durandal?" Archer asked tentatively.

A hint of pride appeared on Gilgamesh's face, and where Archer couldn't see, his right hand holding the sword was behind his back, trembling slightly.

"All the treasures of this world belong to this king, even Durandar, who is called the Holy Sword, or, the thunder of Indra."

Archer didn't have any expression when he heard the first half of the sentence, but as soon as the second half of the sentence came out, a flash of anger suddenly appeared on his face, and it quickly disappeared again.

"Haha," Gilgamesh had been observing Archer's expression, and the anger at that moment naturally couldn't escape his eyes, "sure enough, it's you." ”

"God-given hero, Arjuna."