in the garbage heap.

Ryusha and Tristan stood opposite each other, each of them exuding an extraordinary momentum, and the sharp and cold killing intent were entangled, making the atmosphere in this area extremely solemn.

"Interesting, if you want to defeat me, then prove it and see if you can do it."

Tristan's face gradually turned cold, "If you can win me, then I can listen to you forever no matter what you say." ”

As he said this, he had already put his hands back on the harp in his hand.

The harp in his hand was silvery-white, bow-shaped, and had nearly six strings of varying lengths, each of which looked extremely thin silver threads, but each one was enough to become a bowstring that wielded the blade of sound.

It's a shame that he can play that nice melody with such a strange piano.

"Boom!"

However, Ryusha didn't care about his piano skills, he only wanted to complete the Lingji mission through Tristan now, so at the beginning of the battle, he didn't say a word, put his feet on the ground, and rushed towards Tristan standing in the garbage heap with an amazing roar like a sonic boom.

"Ding-dong-"

However, Tristan played the piano significantly faster than his charge, and his five fingers were like phantoms, plucking up on the strings, causing three successive long sonic blades to cut through the air and blast out.

Unlike the previous short and fast Sonic Blades, the Sonic Blades he swung this time were extremely long, looking to be at least five meters long, and the three narrow Sonic Blades crossed over, covering them like dense spider silk.

Facing the cobweb-like sonic blade, Ryuxia paused, and then swung the twin blades in his hand at an extremely fast speed, causing several consecutive sword qi to derive from the blade and attack towards the sonic blade.

"Qiang Qiang ——!"

Under the sound of three consecutive golden and iron sounds, the sword qi and the sonic blade each surged open, scattering around the garbage heap.

No shock wave formed, but the air blades scattered under the sharp collision of the two turned into messy blade wind, like cutting pieces of paper, slashing away the waste metal in the garbage heap, leaving obvious blade marks in the garbage heap.

In terms of movement, the confrontation between Ryusha and Tristan was far less than the wrestling with Parson Lipp, but it gave people a chill and goosebumps all over their bodies, as if they might inadvertently be cut off by the sharp sword qi and sound blade.

The loud noise emitted by the competition of strange forces will make the spectators stunned like chickens, and they will be shocked to the point of losing their ability to think.

However, the fragmentary air currents emitted by the clash of sword qi and sound blade made people's scalps tingle even more, as if a sense of fear was emanating from the whole body of the body.

Fujimaru Rika and the three of them quickly retreated more than ten meters, and Mertrilith and Nero naturally protected her behind them.

And in the middle of the battlefield.

The rippling sound of strings and the sound of sword qi contending sounded densely, converging towards the ears from all directions, as if such a sound had spread to all the realms as far as the eye could see.

Unlike all previous battles, this time it was a battle of extreme speed.

Tristan stood there, his body motionless, only his hands moving continuously on the strings, making his ten fingers seem to produce countless illusions, which became extremely unreal.

At the same time, he also laid a dense sonic net in front of him, and hundreds of sound blades converged in front of him, swinging out one after another.

Although Ryusha tried to get close to him as quickly as possible, Tristan saw through every attempt to get close to him, and immediately blocked his steps with a sound blade, so that he could not get close to him to form a one-hit kill, making the situation stalemate.

However, in the face of the countless sound blades that were impermeable, he was not weak at all, and between the swings of the He knife in his right hand, the flames wrapped around the blade, forming countless huge cross sword qi, dispersing the sound blade violently.

Even if a fish that slipped through the net approached him, as long as he waved the sword in his left hand, forming a tornado-like vortex in front of him, he would resist all this part of the sound blade, and he would not be able to advance an inch.

The speed at which Ryuxia unleashed his sword qi could not keep up with the speed at which Tristan shot out the sound blade.

He plucked the strings once, and two or three sound blades shot out, and Ryuxia waved his arm once, and only one sword qi was stimulated.

However, relatively speaking, the power of Ryuxia's sword qi was also far above Tristan's sound blade, especially after entangled in flames, a single sword was enough to shatter seven or eight sound blades.

However, due to the extremely large number of sound blades, it was almost difficult for Ryu Xia to gain the upper hand steadily, and even if he occasionally used a huge sword qi to break his sound blade's defense network, he would still distance himself before gaining an advantage, and then rearrange a new defense.

His solid defense, even Ryuxia's future vision can't find a loophole, before he sees through his defense loophole, he has already taken the first step to make up for that loophole, airtight.

However, Ryusha can occasionally gain the upper hand, but Tristan has not had the upper hand once, although his number of sound blades is large, but Ryuxia's knife is more round, and the defense is like a fortress, and the skill is close to the Tao, and it is impossible to break through that kind of defensive barrier.

But Tristan still felt a little embarrassed.

He is an archer of the ranged troops, and in the case of opening up the distance, he already has a great advantage, but he is completely unable to suppress the opponent as a swordsman, and he is even almost suppressed in reverse several times, how can he not feel embarrassed for him?

While feeling embarrassed, he also felt a strong sense of admiration.

This kind of swordsmanship is probably unique among the round tables, and Lancelot may be able to compete with him, while other knights such as Gawain are absolutely unable to match him in terms of swords alone.

However, correspondingly, Tristan, who has been able to fight with Ryuxia under normal conditions so far, undoubtedly has the strength of a top servant.

"—Type Nine, Wind Nagi Yunlan."

Ryu Xia knew that he might not be able to easily distinguish the winner if he continued like this, so he did not hesitate to use the sword technique killing move.

The twin swords were held in his hands, and with the evolution of his breath, the endless sword qi spread out from the blade, gradually filling the realm within three zhang around him.

In this realm, it was already filled with dense sword qi, guarding the most central Lu Xia.

After the realm of sword qi derived from his side, Ryuxia didn't say a word, abandoned the tactic of competing with the sound blade, and sprinted quickly in the direction where Tristan was.