"Magic Sword Frentin, Grand Master of the Royal Order of England. George asks for advice! ”

As a hostile party, the Knight Captain still maintained his own etiquette.

Mo Wen smiled at this, waved the purple-black long knife in his hand, and returned the salute.

"Demon Knife Nine Nights, ask Your Excellency for advice!"

Nine nights

Grade: B+

Category: Treasure Phantasm

The extremely strong and sharp sword is engraved with Amakusa-style runes, and it has the property of cutting in two for items with materials and grades below you.

Looking at the Japanese sword, which was nearly two meters long, dark and engraved with wisps of purple patterns, the knight commander was slightly in a trance, because this knife was too similar to another knife except for the color and some patterns.

He glanced at the Divine Crack on the side, "This is the long knife provided by your Amakusa style, it is really sharp, and the material of Catina II is not bad, but it was still shattered into pieces by a blow." ”

Shen Ri's face was slightly red, although Jiuye was not provided by her, but in the final analysis, it had nothing to do with her.

Looking at the shy appearance, the knight leader sighed again, "I thought I had some chances-"

His expression was a little helpless, as if he was really sad, and he couldn't bear to see it.

But just when everyone was a little stunned, without any warning, the next moment the knight leader disappeared, and then suddenly appeared in front of Mo Wen, the giant sword in his hand slashed towards the ground, like red and black lightning.

When it sounded, it roared like iron. Mo Wen stood in place, holding Jiuye in his left hand, firmly holding 'Frentin'.

"Hey, hey. Are you really a knight? ”

"No way, that's how it is on the battlefield, I'm not that kind of pedantic knight!"

The knight's face turned pale, and he used all his strength to press Frentin down. It's a pity that Mo Wen's hand didn't move at all, like a mountain, bounced back all the strength of his whole body.

Florence let out an overwhelmed wail, and with Cheng Dù visible to the naked eye, lines were cracked from the place where the two swords clashed.

Although the spirit costume 'Frentin' is blessed by the magic of the Knight Leader. The power is enough to compete with Nine Nights, but after all, its own material and level are not B+, and Nine Nights' one-knife and two-cut characteristics are still in play.

A wry smile was revealed. There was no movement from the Knight Leader, but the cracks that had been constantly blooming had stopped, and Frentin stopped wailing.

"Pattern magic?"

Mo Wen chuckled, this is a technique developed by the knight leader to integrate the knightly ways of various cultures. Can construct a variety of spells that attach specific modes. Tong guò, the head of the magic knights, is free to manipulate and use things like. There is only one mode that can be used at a time, such as "cutting power" that can cut through anything, "weapon weight" that can cause great damage, and "movement speed" that no one can keep up with.

This is how he obtained the speed of his surprise attack just now, but now in order to resist the sharpness of the Nine Nights, he had to choose to strengthen the sturdiness of 'Frentin', which means that he gave up the other qiē.

"Hah, give me a pick! Knight Commander! ”

With just one left hand, Mo Wen violently forced the knight leader away. Then with a flip of his wrist, Jiuye slashed his head and face.

"Take it! Pick up! Pick up! ”

In the midst of Mo Wen's laughter. The Nine Nights swept the Knight Commander into it like a wave, and in the sound of rain hitting glass, the Knight Commander was beaten back and forth, and the 'Frentin' in his hand splashed with sparks.

"Oops!"

Looking at the Knight Leader's increasingly pale face, Laura and Sylvia secretly exclaimed at the same time.

Legend has it that the magic sword "Frentin" is made of the blood of the slashed enemy, every time a strong enemy is killed, it will absorb its blood to improve the hardness and sharpness of the sword, the spirit suit in the hands of the knight commander is also based on this principle, when there is the power of Catina to support, he is using the power of angels instead of blood, but in the case of Catina changing hands, in order to maintain full strength, the knight commander is almost using his own blood to supply "Frentin", and maintain the technique in his hands.

Without considering the self-esteem of the Knight Commander, Laura took the lead, and the long golden waterfall-like hair swept away violently, and the length that was originally more than twice the height was instantly extended a lot, protecting the Knight Leader behind him like a screen.

With a jingling sound, the unusually sharp Jiuye did not cut Laura's hair, but made a sound like striking iron.

On the other side, Xi Wei shot almost at the same time, only to see her arms, along with her entire body, spinning together, and the rope tens of meters long in her hand drew a complex shape in the air, covering the entire hall, and it was about to fall in the next moment.

But a brilliant sword light suddenly bloomed in the room, and the Seven Heavens and Seven Blades in Shen Crack's hand suddenly came out of their sheaths, and a single blow only flashed and tore the entire network out of a wide gap.

"Your opponent is me!"

Staring at Sivia with burning eyes, the divine cracking scabbard moved, and the invisible steel wire matched the sharp blade, entangled the 'saint' of the royal family.

The blade continued to slash at the long golden hair, Mo Wen frowned slightly, and took the initiative to stop.

"Hair?"

Mo Wen thought slowly in his mind, in the original book, Laura, a woman, has been living in seclusion behind the scenes, and the number of shots is very few, except that Mo Wen knows that her technique is related to her blonde hair, the rest is not very clear, and although there are not many teachings related to hair in the Cruciform doctrine, there are also many, such as Samson, one of the warriors chosen by the Lord, hair is the source of his strength, and if he loses his hair, he loses his strength; Or the handsome Absalom, whose long hair led him to death, and the saint Paul, who shaved his hair because of his desire to be in Syria during his missionary work in Syria.

But these legends do not seem to be in keeping with the characteristics of Laura's hair, and Mo Wen leans towards another legend, Mary, the sister of Lazarus, who wet the feet of the Son of God with her tears, and then dried them with her own hair, showing her faith in the Lord.

In other words, Laura, who adopted this technique, obtained a similar effect of protection because of her devotion and loyalty to the Lord?

Although it makes sense in principle, Mo Wen faintly feels that it is wrong, because this legend about Mary is not widely circulated, even if Laura is a genius of magic, the power of her hair should not reach this kind of Cheng dù, after all, the more widespread the legend, the greater the power brought by its technique, those more remote legends, although the ability brought is weird, but it is impossible to persist to Cheng dù who is not broken by even dozens of knives in the nine nights, and Laura is the leader of the necessary evil church, It seems that there is a bit of a discount with that kind of obscure legend.

Mo Wen silently pondered the meaning of Laura's hair, but Laura did not have this leisure, and after Mo Wen stopped attacking, he saw the long golden waterfall-like hair suddenly stretch out, like a sharp sword, across the space, and stabbed towards Mo Wen.

Jumping back slightly, Mo Wen dodged while splitting those strands of hair that were as hard as steel with the long knife in his hand, feeling the powerful force from above, his face changed.

- Equal strength, although there is no clear certainty, Mo Wen can feel that the force coming from the hair is actually equal to the force he just attacked Laura's hair.

"Looks like you've found out?" The long hair like a screen spread out, revealing the pale Knight Captain and Laura inside, who was looking at Mo Wen triumphantly at this time, "The spell applied on my hair can reflect all the damage, so you have no chance of winning, little brother!" ”

The silver hairpin in her hair sparkled, and the long blonde hair that stood out even brighter.

Laura's face was full of smiles, as if victory was already in her hands. (To be continued......)

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