Ophelia and Baitans, one is the chief of the Apocalypse-level Inquisitors, and the other is the Grand Commander of the Oathbreakers, and their tactics are both wide open and close, immense, and extremely destructive, and the main battlefield was destroyed in a matter of minutes, and it is still going on, getting more and more intense.

In order not to be affected by the aftermath, Lancelot had already opened a safe distance, and when he stopped, he suddenly found that a person had come behind him at some point.

This is a petite girl wearing a golden brocade dress, about 150 tall, the sleeve robe embroidered with golden feathers is like a flower and bird spreading its wings, the immature and delicate feet step on the tall Japanese wind clogs, revealing the seductive ankles like white jade, the pair of vermilion golden eyes are like cold stars in the hazy night, reflecting the creamy skin, the rain is dripping down on that beautiful little face, everything in the world seems to have been gloomy.

The second seat of the Apocalypse-level Inquisitor of the Judgment Council, Asakura.

Without any words, Lancelot knew that she was his opponent in this battle, this knight of the round table was as gentleman as ever, even a little incomprehensible, he actually slowly walked in front of Asakura, performed a standard knightly salute, and took her small hand, leaving a kiss on the back of her white and delicate hand, and then pulled away, holding his sword and making a fighting stance, indicating that he could start.

Lancelot had just blinked, when he suddenly noticed something floating in front of him, and he fixed his eyes on it, it was a feather.

The golden phoenix feather floats elegantly in the air, this golden color is like a firefly shining under the night sky, it has appeared in every child's dream, awakening their summer memories and childlike innocence, making people intoxicated with the tenderness it brings.

However, Lancelot did not indulge in the fascination of it, but instead had six words in his mind: the more beautiful, the more dangerous!

As the golden phoenix feather floated in front of him, Lancelot did not hesitate to swing his sword and slash at this beautiful object with precision.

Sure enough, when the sword hit the golden phoenix feather, it was not a feeling of slashing the air, but a touch of hitting the steel, and this small feather was as sharp as a blade!

After the blow, the golden phoenix feather fluttered in the air, turning into a little golden light and floating onto the sleeve robe of Asakura's brocade robe. Finally, it melts like a liquid, adheres to it, and becomes a piece of feather embroidery again.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~" The light cherry red lips opened lightly, and the chirping of flowers and birds came out of the mouth, accompanied by bursts of trills, more and more feather embroidery on the sleeve robe melted into golden energy, and they diffused and floated in the air, forming a sea of phoenix feathers one after another.

At this moment, Asakura's voice seemed to carry some kind of magic, and in her cry, dozens of golden phoenix feathers began to flutter around Lancelot, and they danced and staggered, as if they were staging a peerless dance music.

Lancelot raised his right hand and joined the dance.

Lancelot's body danced lightly, the saber seemed to become a part of his body, dancing in the direction of the sword, the golden flame ignited by the tip of the blade was gentle and innocent, but not destructive, like a dragonfly touching the golden feathers that came from all directions, and with each stab, he would raise the blade towards the light cherry blossoms, so that the pierced golden energy could quickly return to the golden luan brocade and return to the arms of the master.

Just as Lancelot was showing his strength and gentlemanly belonging to the Knight of the Round Table with his martial arts, Asakura, who was not far away, suddenly stretched out her small hand, grabbed two feathers in the air, and then stepped on it, like a young phoenix in the world, penetrating the golden feather curtain and landing beside Lancelot.

Lancelot was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, he smiled slightly and bent down gentlemanly.

Sakura held the feather in her hand and sliced at Lancelot's throat at high speed, but was dodged by the opponent's nimble figure, and cut into the air, leaving only a cut in the shoulder armor.

Immediately after, Lancelot turned gracefully and pinched Sakura's small hand with his backhand.

Lancelot dared to swear that this was the most comfortable thing he had ever touched, not eroded by the cold rain, as warm as the green sun, untainted by any turbidity in the world, as delicate as congealed cream, he grabbed Sakura's small hand vigorously, and smiled: "It seems that you rarely fight with these hands." ”

Lancelot was talking about his own experience, but anyone who uses a weapon, after years of tempering, will definitely leave calluses, for example, his hands are full of calluses, which is unavoidable for any warrior.

Among those powerful warriors, Lancelot has only held two pairs of soft and delicate little hands, one pair is Luo Wei's, and the other is Sakura's, the former is because of the IPS super-fast regeneration ability, which can keep her body in a delicate state all the time, which is really special, and Sakura is unlikely to have Luo Wei's ability, so there is only one explanation, that is, she rarely fights with her own hands.

Soon, Lancelot's words were confirmed, Sakura raised her other hand, the gilded robe shook in the air, and the golden luan embroidery seemed to spread its wings, and as the red lips like the rose of the drip quietly opened, the melodious birdsong began to pour out: "Huh! Shout! ~~~~~ ......"

In the unpredictable birdsong, the golden embroidery on the shallow cherry sleeve robe all turned into golden pure energy, they are separated from the soft silk cloth, floating in the air, spreading in an instant, these energies are constantly entangled and twisted, instead of the rain in the sky to form a bright feather curtain, if there is a phoenix in the world fluttering its wings, the sky is full of feathers shining with bright golden light, dense, endless, as if there are millions of pieces.

All of Lancelot's dodge space was locked in by the flying feathers, and with a sharp pain, his hand holding Sakura was accidentally sliced by the feather, bleeding profusely and had to be released.

Sakura landed gracefully, pinched a feather in the air with her backhand, and picked it up at Lancelot from the bottom up, who swung her sword and slashed, only to find that it was Sakura's trick, and the girl's white fingers wrapped around the feather, and hit the blade four times in a row, causing it to deviate from the path, and then raised her small hand, tearing a wound on Lancelot's face.

"Whew!" After wounding Lancelot, with a short cry from Sakura, thousands of feathers in the air gathered in the air, as if to strangle Lancelot to pieces.

However, just as Lancelot was shrouded in feathers, without warning, brilliant lines flowed all over his body, and the flames gushed out like a layer of armor, resisting the attack of feathers, making it difficult for them to get close.

Then, as the golden flames flowed onto the blade, Lancelot slashed at him, shattering all his feathers with the immense force and turning them into fluorescent air.

In this dazzling scene, Lancelot stood proudly dressed in golden fire, and a scorching cross seal appeared on his eyebrows.