"It's over---" Qing sensed the breath below, turned over the railing and jumped off the bridge. The magic that permeated the center of the battlefield would not dissipate quickly, and the high concentration of hot air mixed with water vapor reduced the visibility to only two meters, but this did not affect the perception of the aura, because the source of all these bad scenes was the culprit. From here, the closer you go, the more intense the air magic enters the center of the battlefield, and the ground is full of broken earth and stones, and the soil under the cement is all turned out, and there is only a mess in the eye.

Stepping on the rotten dirt floor, walking into the center of the battlefield by all perception, Qing slightly felt a little troublesome looking at the fog that obscured all vision, raised his hand and opened it casually, and the position naturally blew a whirlwind accordingly, blowing away all the magic fog in a burst, and the tattered battlefield was also revealed, the two people lying on both ends of the ground were very conspicuous, and they could faintly see that both of them seemed to be panting, and they did not die together in the death battle of liberating each other's treasures!

"Yo, what a time, Master! ~" Mordred, who was lying on her back on the ground, raised her hand and shook it, showing with all her strength that she was full of energy and could not die for a while. Qing walked up to her and smiled at her without replying, instead turning to look at Lancer on the other side. Now this spearman is lying face down on the ground, no matter how you look at it, it is a very tragic appearance, his right arm, including most of his abdomen, has disappeared, his legs are also twisted, and almost his whole body is seriously scorched, it seems that he used the right half of his body to forcibly resist the impact of the power of the treasure!

"Did they all survive like this? Unbelievable---" Qing cautiously walked to Lancer's side and looked at this miserable situation that was far beyond the concept of ordinary people, although most of his chest and abdomen were evaporated by the treasure, he was still panting tenaciously, and the burning burned all his wounds into a ball, so the blood vessels did not bleed, and the lungs were barely leaking, it was really hard to imagine how incredible it was to be alive even so, and how painful it was.

Mordred grudgingly sat up with her chest clutched, stuck her sword on the ground as a simple support, and looked at Lancer with a strange expression, "---Master, you shouldn't be joking with me, you're not dead, don't laugh." Qing Wenyan took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly, "This guy is indeed not dead, and his vitality is not ordinary tenacity." If you think I'm joking with you, you can come over and take a look, but only if you can get through, and you can rest assured that his core has been shattered, and you will undoubtedly win this battle. Qing put away her gaze at Lancer and smiled at Mordred.

"Oh! Is it! Ahh~~ It's not easy, fighting with this guy. The knight sitting on the sword sighed for a while, and as she spoke, she cast her gaze full of energy, "Na, Master, I won this battle, right!?" Lancer isn't a simple opponent in your rating, it's time for you to admit my strength! The expectant gaze, although there was not much goodwill, more of a rivalry, but it was also sparkling.

Qing scratched her hair, casually put her hands in her pockets, and turned her back to Mordred, "Your spirit core is also damaged, right?" is still pretending to say cool things, don't think that you can't see it if you cover me, don't hold it if it hurts. But! You've done a good job this time, and if you want to take back the decision from me, then I'll give you this chance, but before you can raise yourself. “