Wei Gong moved forward cautiously with a feeling of anxiety in his heart, and slander Ye Ziqing.

I don't know why, this passage under this bottom is so long......

Ye Ziqing, a bastard, is completely incomprehensible, especially the words she said, which made him particularly concerned -

"Don't rush back to the Sword Country."

What kind of stance and mood did the woman have when she said this?

And, the last sentence-

Thank you, swordsmith.

Why thank him?

Wei Gong was confused in his heart, and he always felt that something was not quite right.

The woman said she had more important things to do, so what was that?

Emiya only felt confused.

If Ye Ziqing didn't go crazy, then there should be some reason......

It was at this moment that Emiya's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he gently touched his hand to the slippery wall, and his heart jumped violently.

At his fingertips, a slight and messy tremor was felt.

Like the voice he had just heard—

In the depths of the corridor, something came over.

And those messy sounds were getting closer and closer, dramatically amplified in his ears.

Wei Gong subconsciously stretched out his hand and clenched the broadsword in his hand.

……

"Looks like you've guessed something wrong."

Yu Zhenyu had a gentle smile on his face, raised his hand, and swung his long sword hard.

Blood splattered from the tip of the sword and fell to the snow, fainting a few small red dots.

"Why don't you think about our previous proposal?" He raised his head and looked at the sky, "If we continue to kill like this, we will lose both, and it will not be good news for us." ”

The sky is full of snowflakes flying, cold winds blowing, and the mountains are full of gloom.

The sound of fighting around was deafening.

But in Shen Liang's heart, it was extremely quiet.

I don't know where the leaves that have not yet withered, or the new green leaves, are blown by the wind, slowly fluttering from the air, and falling in front of Shen Liang in a curl.

It was at this moment that his eyes suddenly lit up.

Yu Zhenyu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

In his eyes, the general of the Sword Kingdom in front of him seemed to have become different from the previous moment.

"I finally got it." Shen Liang stood up, his hands staggered on the hilt of the round sword, and the blade of the sword was erected in front of him, setting off his two eyes that burned like flames even brighter.

"The Prophet's Sword does not rely on the so-called prophetic ability, nor is it the perception of the opponent's spiritual power as we usually think."

Yu Zhenyu frowned and looked at him uneasily.

The middle-aged man in front of him, with a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and a confident smile raised at the corner of his mouth, at this age, it happens to be the peak of vitality and ideological maturity.

Twenty years ago, he used to be like this.

"What's that?" He tried to pretend to be an understatement, trying to suppress the other party's sharpness.

"Hey, hey."

The corners of Shen Liang's mouth rose slightly, and the flames on the long sword in his hand suddenly went out.

"That kind of thing, it's called following the trend."

Yu Zhenyu's eyes suddenly dilated, and a frightened gaze flashed.

Shen Liang took in the other party's expression, and let out a cold snort in his snort.

It was just now, when he saw the leaves, that he remembered-

The kind of person who can dodge his flames at the last moment, and react with a ghostly body, is not the ability to predict, but the ability to make every inch of his body as sensitive and homeopathic as a leaf......

It's like being in the wind, blowing the leaves of a tree.

His flames, before they scorched his body, blew a gust of wind, and the surge of air currents not only let him know the direction of the attack, but also pushed his body away in advance, avoiding his sword.

"Flame Fall, are you going to abandon your stunt?" Yu Zhenyu looked coldly into his eyes.

It is called [Flame Death], on the one hand, because of Shen Liang's red jade dragon scale armor, coupled with the red cloak that waives in the wind, just like a flame, and on the other hand, it is also because he is a master in the fire system, and he is famous all over the world for his original fire swordsmanship.

Man is like a flame, and the flame is man.

But if you want not to be restrained, you have to abandon it.

Shen Liang blinked, "It's a pity, I happen to be a person who goes against the trend." ”

On the contrary, in Yu Zhenyu's eyes, a layer of fine frost condensed on the opponent's fire-colored long sword.

"How is this possible?" Yu Zhenyu was shocked.

Shen Liang's brows twitched, and a smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth.

"This sword is an Ice and Fire Twin Flame Sword."

After he finished speaking, he whispered silently in his heart, thanks to Shi Luo.

Shen Liang flew over and stabbed out with a sword.

It was as if a huge suction force had been generated in front of him, pulling Yu Zhenyu towards the opponent's red long sword.

Yu Zhenyu's heart froze, and the long sword stabbed out diagonally, trying to intercept the opponent's attack in the air.

The two swords staggered, clinging together like magnets.

Shen Liang's face came to him and twisted it hard.

Yu Zhenyu was a big child in his heart, his mouth trembled, and the long sword was almost out of his hand.

And just when his center of gravity was unstable, the powerful suction force disappeared in an instant.

"Oops."

Yu Zhenyu exclaimed in his heart, followed by a sudden pain in his abdomen.

A cold tingling sensation spread instantly.

Shen Liang's long sword pulled outward along his waist and abdomen, splashing out a puddle of blood.

Yu Zhenyu's figure flickered, and he threw himself forward into the snow.

A faint halo of blood seeped through it.

When he turned around in a panic, Shen Liang's long sword had already pressed against his forehead.

"Your Excellency!!"

The surrounding Qingjia soldiers all lost their faces.

The crowd of people around them surged, but they were blocked by Shen Liang's red-clothed guards.

At this moment, in this small space, there is a one-on-one battlefield belonging to the two coaches.

"It's a winner." Shen Liang pulled the long sword at his side, stepped on the other party's shoulder with one foot, and aimed the cold light in his hand at Yu Zhenyu's throat.

"Master Yue Chuanwo said that the thief captures the king first."

Yu Zhenyu let out a muffled snort, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pursed his lips helplessly.

"Hmph, it's that bastard from the Heavenly Sword Kingdom again."

Shen Liang smiled slightly, shook the long sword backwards, and then stabbed it hard-

At this moment, an arc of light suddenly snaked in the air, striking his sword blade at lightning speed.

There was a crisp sound of "dang".

Shen Liang took a step back, his right hand trembling violently.

The blow just now almost made the long sword come out of his hand, and even the right hand of his sword had a fine crack.

"Who?!"

Shen Liang raised his head in horror, this kind of strength had already surpassed the twelvefold realm.

In front of him, a bright figure appeared.

The high bulging chest, the silver armor that was pulled diagonally from the shoulders to the chest, and the perfect lines outlined by the long white skirt stood proudly in the snow.

It's a woman.

……