Chapter One Thousand and Forty-Seven

Let them go, after all, it is not their own battle, Qing put his hands in his pockets, turned around and leaned against the railing of the bridge, looking up at the gray sky. The crystal snow flakes are falling slowly, sparsely scattered and hazy, looking at this momentum is not expected to fall very much, soft and soft, it is estimated that it will not be long before it will naturally stop, but this is also a rare landscape, the city under the dark clouds, the fluttering snowflakes, the black and white world on the gray background.

The unique metallic sound of the collision of treasures came from under the bridge, and a violent whirlwind swept up from the bottom up, Qing still looked into the distance, and the surging wind pressure blew his hair up indiscriminately, and hit his face in a mess. Hurriedly took two steps back and left the guardrail, and in just a few seconds his hair was already blown into a mess by the aftermath of the fight, even if he was a strange man who ran out of an insane asylum, he was not stingy.

Qing wiped her hair off her face with her dead fish eyes open, and straightened it one by one, once Fujimura's suggestion to cut her hair short came to her head again, and she refused without saying a word at the time, but now that I think about it, it does have some practicality, at least it won't be as troublesome as it is now. However, it was not unreasonable for me to refuse at that time, although long hair was troublesome, annoying to comb and clean, but it could store a lot of magic power, and relying on these could come in handy when the magic bottomed out.

The sound of ping-pong fighting came from under the bridge one after another, and Qing quickly tied his hair back and came to the guardrail to look down. At the beginning of this battle, it was already said that he could not intervene no matter what, but he did not say that he could not be a bystander, and it was the right of the Master to watch the battle process, so Mordred did not show dissatisfaction with the bystanders, on the contrary, he was even more energetic in attacking! For a while, Lancer, who had exquisite combat skills, was also crushed!

On the battlefield, the knight with the sword jumped up, and a sword containing all the strength in his hand was slashed down, the spearman obviously knew that he couldn't fight hard, and he didn't hesitate to avoid it sideways, but in an instant, the fist full of explosive power had arrived in front of him, and he hurriedly blocked the spear, but before he could slow down the strength of the heavy punch, the opponent's reflexive heavy kick had come one after another, and he hurriedly resisted again, and at the same time, followed by the heavy kick was a sword that was gaining momentum, followed by the burning gaze under the helmet of the sword-wielding knight and swept everything!

Looking at the battle Qing below, he shook his head slightly, Xiao Mo's fighting style was powerful, and the fighting style was unexpected and unique, but it inevitably gave people a rough feeling, punching and kicking weird physical skills and swordsmanship combined. This strange way of fighting did catch Lancer off guard for a while, but anyone who looked at the battle under the bridge knew that Lancer was adapting to this fighting style, and gradually turned the situation back in terms of superb martial arts, and slowly began to fight back.

Suddenly, Mordred yelled, "Don't underestimate people! At the same time, a kick on Lancer's stomach kicked it out, and the continuous metal sound came to an abrupt end, Qing saw this situation and couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at the spearman who was hit hard and flew upside down, the fight just now was really not a little water, but it was the skilled one who was defeated and retreated, which one was a little unreasonable, but if you think about it carefully, it is right, although the way of fighting is strange, but it is really honed from one battle after another, all this kind of martial arts to destroy the opponent, In fact, there is no such thing as a rough and delicate distinction.