The sword light in Ye Zhao's hand flashed, and the whole person once again escaped into the darkness.

Emiya's eyes lit up, and he immediately felt a huge and violent sense of oppression coming from an invisible place.

It's like a terrifying killing intent surging from the bottom of my heart.

No light, no sound......

Bite!

Emiya raised his hand and stabbed a sword into the void.

While!

This was followed by another sword.

In the eyes of Jian Liuli and Bei Yingquan, that swordsmith was like a person dancing solo in the void.

His sword wandered back and forth, but it always struck in unexpected places.

The occasional sword aura sliced through his clothes.

It was as if bathed in the oncoming surging air, and it didn't take long for Emiya's arms and waist to be covered with scratches.

Even the black caftan is now in tatters.

……

"Why......" Emiya couldn't understand at all, even after listening to his story, even after he could clearly feel his inner wavering, he still resolutely wanted to practice it without hesitation.

And, what is even more ridiculous is that they don't know what bullshit logic is, and they actually think that they are the biggest stumbling block to the realization of this great and unsolvable ideal.

"Maybe you'll think I'm stubborn, or stupid."

Ye Zhao handed out a sword and quickly swept it in front of him.

Emiya's short sword is squared, and then the lightsabar in his right hand counterattacks.

Dangdang two sounds.

Swords and swords weave sparks in the air.

Ye Zhao's face appeared in front of him so clearly, and there was a heart-wrenching righteous and awe-inspiring expression on his face.

"However, I've always felt that if I don't give it a try, then give up," Ye Zhao's face showed a regretful expression, and then pressed the sword light up, "It's a pity." ”

His long sword became more and more ferocious, making Emiya wonder if the sword that had hit him hard before had really stabbed into his body.

"What ...... said?"

Wei Gong tried his best to parry his sword, guarding it well, and at the same time, he was also using his most ordinary and only set of swordsmanship to launch an ordinary and direct attack on Ye Zhao.

Dangdangdang......

Both sides did their best, and the sword light flickered continuously, intertwining in the night sky.

"Perhaps, you're right."

Ye Zhao's figure appeared and disappeared in the dark night, and his voice was intermittent.

The sword in his hand didn't stop there, only occasionally frowning at the pain of the wound.

"However, I also have my own stubborn thoughts." He laughed, "It may be a little simple, but I want to believe in humanity again." ”

His sword light was different because of the conviction in his heart, and Emiya felt it too.

Obviously he was already at the end of his crossbow, but he didn't give up the fight, as if defeating himself was like opening the way to the ideal country......

"Don't be stupid, unless humanity goes extinct, we will never see that day!" Emiya roared loudly.

Even now, he didn't want to end the fight by killing Ye Zhao.

If he still has his senses, if he can still wake up......

The twin swords of the emiya surged again, and his feet slid on the ground, and then ran out in reverse.

On his face, a crazy expression similar to Ye Zhao also appeared.

The sword shone in the night sky again, swinging Ye Zhao's sword, forcing him into the darkness, looking for the existence of the other party from the darkness, and approaching step by step.

In the sight of Jian Liuli and Bei Yingquan, this time, Wei Gong was no longer passively defending to find those stabbing attacks that were erratic in invisible places, but wherever his sword went, the sound of gold and stone naturally sounded.

He was attacking, and the man in black was forced to defend, even if his figure was invisible, taking advantage of everything.

"But, according to you, weren't the first humans even worse?" Ye Zhao's body swayed, revealing a sad face from the darkness.

Wei Gong's sword intent became more and more ferocious, and he no longer had too much energy to maintain the Shadowless Breath body.

Ye Zhao was parrying, and at the same time, he was thinking desperately, using all his strength to protect his remaining ideals.

"At the beginning, human beings were no different from wild beasts, didn't they also fight for food with each other, bully the weak, burn and loot, step by step, and come to this day? At the very least, we are improving, at least, the children and the elderly are protected and respected, and at least we are trying to make life prosperous for all others. ”

When the bang.

Ye Zhao staggered back, and there was a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The long sword in his hand could no longer be held, and was swept away by the sword of the guard.

The purple sword light swirled, flying outward from his hand, cutting a long arc through the air, and falling to the ground with a slight sound.

Snowflakes covered the sky, staining the ground with a layer of white.

Ye Zhao sat on the ground, looking at the palace with blazing eyes.

Blood slowly flowed down the cracked palms and melted into the snow.

Emiya looked at him sadly, and flicked his sword lightly, the blade of which was pressed to his throat.

A glimmer of light appeared in Ye Zhao's eyes, and he looked at the other party fearlessly, "Perhaps, under our teaching, even if this generation can't become completely pure people, we can't make everyone's hearts change, but what about the next generation?" And what about the next generation? After countless generations, as long as we change a little bit, our descendants can uphold our philosophy and pass it on from generation to generation, and there will always be a day when everyone becomes a selfless saint! ”

His last sentence almost roared out.

Ye Zhao's voice resounded in the night sky, making everyone stunned.

He himself stopped his sword, his hands on his knees, gasping for breath on the ground, his eyes shining with a terrible sheen.

It's a kind of thing that can only happen if a madman or—

The hero's face is a terrible expression that can be seen.

Wei Gong couldn't help but be stunned.

His long sword was just in front of Ye Zhao's throat, only a centimeter away from the clearly visible carotid artery, but it never advanced a single point.

The words just now are so familiar, as if they were stories told in a textbook I had listened to.

The man called Yu Gong......

Wei Gong smiled dumbly, could it be said that he had become like Zhisuo in the text, short-sighted because of his experience, and he didn't want to believe in those innocent and beautiful things?

"That's it, Brother Ye Zhao."

He flicked his sword to his side, "I'll be glad if there really is such a day, but please don't let others live up to your ideals." ”

Emiya smiled, then raised his hand.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess, Your Royal Highness the Prince, let's go."

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