The crimson spear drew a sharp trajectory, and the bright yellow spear made up for the weakness of the spear. The excellent pikeman relied on his superior skill, his arms spread out like bird's wings, and the two spears attacked at the same time towards Mordred and Yagi Yukisai.

Mordred was fighting with Yagi Yukisai with a fast sword at this time, these two people in a similar situation were attacking with high-speed sword strikes, obviously Yagi was at a disadvantage, if it weren't for the instantaneous weird speed brought by the release of magic (shrinking the ground), he was afraid that he would have been defeated by Mordred a long time ago.

Now from behind, Dilumudo's twin spears were pointed, and the red spear slashed at Mordred's magic sword, and the red black thunder collapsed and dissipated into the air because of the red spear's slash. At the same time, the yellow spear stabbed at Yukisai's elbow, who was dealing with Mordred, and with a nervous heart, his wrist was raised, and his elbow was raised, dodging the blow.

The two of them each took a step back, and Dilumudo took the opportunity to rush into the middle of the two, each holding a weapon in each hand and attacking them at the same time.

The battle was scorched by his infiltration, and the metal blades made a crisp sound as they clashed.

Before the Great War, there will always be times when you can't settle down.

Especially Yukisai Yagi.

Although the man didn't say anything, Mordred was keenly aware of the heartbeat that was about to beat under his calm disguise.

Think about it carefully, there is a saying in the East, one blow, then decline, three and exhaustion.

Before, everyone did prepare a surprise attack, ready to solve the problem of peculiarities in one go.

But what? The results were not as good as they could have been. Everyone was helpless in the face of the giant sea devil and had to retreat to regroup.

Morale is bound to suffer.

Mordred has always regarded Yukisai Yagi as one of the few people with a similar identity...... Friend. Naturally, he will not sit idly by and watch him be disturbed by this sense of anxiety, so he will take the initiative to find him to practice.

After all, sweating is a better stress relief than anything else – even if you don't sweat because of exercise.

The three of them fought chaotically, and the old woman Dieng, who happened to pass by, stood still with interest, holding her chin with one hand, and nodding her head while watching, looking at it seriously.

"Dieng, are you interested in them?"

Beside her, Queen Mary asked softly.

"Ah...... Sort of. After all, it's all tricks I haven't seen much. Moreover, if you look at this kind of battle once in a while, you will really feel that we are not people of the same grade. ”

Dion's gaze was fixed on the feet of the crowd.

The feet of the trio are the most revealing of their superhuman physique.

Mordred and Yagi Yukisai, the footsteps of these two people were very heavy, each foot seemed to crush the ground, and the turf that the two of them had stepped on, without exception, was a deep depression mixed with grass juice. As for Dilumudo, his steps are light and nimble, just like the legendary flying on the grass.

If it's wrist movement or the manipulation of weapons, those techniques can be done with the best of human effort.

However, no matter how much the center of gravity shifts in the pace, whether it is too light or too heavy, it cannot be changed by hard work.

It's like one person is two meters three tall and the other person is one meter five tall, even if these two people learn the same set of swordsmanship, they obviously have different feelings.

Not to mention who is strong and who is weak, there is no one who can learn to become a two-meter-three giant by learning, and a two-meter-three giant cannot shrink to one meter five in height by learning a sword.

The constitution of a servant and the constitution of a human being are fundamentally different. On that basis, the tricks will become more bizarre with the excellence of this physique.

The old Dion was able to defeat his younger self before, completely because he was too familiar with his own tricks.

There is a word called cunning and cunning, and at Dieng's current age, he has to be cunning.

"If it's Dieng, can you win?"

Mozart on the side pouted for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

"Can't win. I'm just a human after all. ”

Dieng's voice was mixed. Envy, jealousy, disdain, and unquenchable joy.

"Can't win......"

Queen Mary muttered and silently shut her mouth. She doesn't know swordsmanship at all, so she doesn't judge it well.

"Well, but, it's rare to see it, so let me play too."

The elderly Dieng was now dressed in a man's garment, neat and free, and he drew the sword at his waist, the blade of which was attached to the magic power shone slightly blue.

"Hey, Chaldean! I'm going to join here, look at the sword! ”

As he spoke, Dieng stabbed at the tip of the silver sword in his hand, and cut a long gap, and red blood spurted out from under the skin, sticking to the golden curtain of hair, and sticking to the whole face.

"Hey! You guy! All right! Come on! I'll hit a few of them! ”

Mordred has long been addicted, where does Yagi feel comfortable now? Anyway, she is now holding back to repair the three people in front of her!

For a moment, the weapons of the four of them were woven into a gorgeous sword net, a beautiful exchange, and the flying silver light was like a trampling silver butterfly.

Queen Mary was stunned for a moment.

Mozart sighed and said, "I don't understand martial artists!" Obviously said that you can't win, what are you going to fight? ”

Mozart's emotion brought a smile to Queen Mary's lips.

"Probably...... It's because I want to do it. I don't think about winning or losing, I just see such a good opportunity to compete, and I can't bear to give up. I want to fight. ”

"Hey...... Well, it's not that I can't understand it. In my case, if I have a good song, then I must compose it on the spot. If you don't have a piano, you use the violin, and if you don't have one, you use your mouth to hum. Heck, there was a day when Dion had a similar idea, but I really didn't expect it. ”

Listening to Mozart's sour words, Queen Mary's face smiled even more.

"yes...... It's not because I can't do it, but because I want to do it. ”

There was an impulse in Queen Mary's chest.

She couldn't even say what kind of impulse it was.

She had heard about the dedication of Arash before.

The Persian hero, who had nothing to do with France, was willing to die for this country, what was there to be afraid of?

If even France's own citizens give up on saving the country and rely entirely on outsiders, what will be the point of saving the country?

Although Queen Mary had not sorted out a specific plan or clear idea, this fragment of heart had already shone and condensed in her chest.

"Now, Mozart."

"Huh? What's wrong, Maria. ”

"Tomorrow, can you play a tune for me?"

She had a bright smile, a beautiful smile that seemed to eclipse all the treasures in the world.

“…… As you wish, Mary. ”