Right in front of Ye Qingxuan, Lancelot's armor had been burned red, exuding a heat like a furnace, as hideous as a demon. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but the demons are bound in a huge net.

Countless dim and slender threads of thought wrapped around his body, like spider silk, intertwined, enveloping him in it. Every thread was fragile at the touch of a button, but now, thousands of threads of moonlight stretched from all directions, wrapping around Lancelot's armor.

Every joint, every inch of armor, every place......

Even if the dragon slaying spear can cut through music theory, it will be difficult to break free for a while in the face of such a huge number.

By some point, Lancelot was already in the mud.

Thin, dim and almost non-existent threads stretched from every corner of the battlefield, sourced from the Moonlight Swords that had been crushed by the Dragonslayer's spears.

The fragments that had been crushed by the Dragon Slayer Spear had not dissipated, they had broken off with each other, and with Ye Qingxuan's overloaded attack, they had already entangled Lancelot in it.

The lines of thought that have been metamorphosed from "Bolero" are themselves extremely malleable, and when stretched to the limit, they are not even one percent of the silk of a spider.

Because it is too slender, it also brings too much fragility, and it can break with a slight movement without even any effort.

Even if thousands of threads converge in one place at the same time, it is only a bundle less than the thickness of the tail finger, and it cannot be compared with the toughness of the rope at all.

And now, it was this thread of thought, so faint that it was not worth mentioning, that bound Lancelot in the net.

When Ye Qingxuan interferes with the nature he exerts in it, his own viscosity and tenacity will skyrocket, although compared to Lancelot's strength, it is still not worth mentioning, as long as it takes an instant, it can be broken.

But when faced with armor that is 10,000 times faster, these telekinesis will have a terrifying effect.

At relative speed, even friction with air can produce a furnace-like high temperature.

Even if it encounters gravel, it will bring an impact that is not inferior to that of a hammer collision.

Lancelot's own speed was so terrifying that it didn't even have time to rip them off, and in the brief moment before it broke, the terrifying speed of the armor was consumed by the force of the thread itself.

Eventually, the terrifying speed of chasing the light came to an abrupt halt.

The horrific aftermath of the second acceleration erupted from the armor.

In the high heat of purgatory, the internal organs were shattered by severe pain, and the extreme acceleration of two consecutive times almost caused the body to fall apart.

If it weren't for Long Wei's protection, Lancelot would have been burned to ashes at this moment.

Immediately after, Lancelot heard Ye Qingxuan's hoarse voice.

"Now, it's my turn......"

Under the moonlight, the white-haired young man was constantly weaving a large number of threads of thought in one hand, while the other hand was slowly raised.

Pure white moon rings rose from behind him, and as the moon wheels rotated, the sharp sound of steel grinding erupted from them. It was a 'sword throw' after overlapping dozens of times in an instant!

Countless blades endowed with gold and iron qualities arced from the moonlight, whistling towards them.

Before he could catch his breath, the dragon slayer spear was raised again.

After being blocked by the terrifying speed of the reading line, in such a terrifying heat, Lancelot still had the strength to fight back. All blockades and parries were flawless, and there was no slowing down or deformation in the slightest due to the exhaustion of physical strength.

Even if the armor at this moment no longer brings support, but a blazing cage.

I have never seen such a terrifying will above steel...... It's like lifting even one finger to completely crush the enemy.

Only this time, under the continuous impact of the Sword of Qualitative Change, his movements became more and more sluggish.

Exhausted to repair the defensive line, it is difficult to counterattack. He didn't even need Ye Qingxuan to transform the blade into light, just the gold and iron quality changed, which made his parry more and more difficult.

Collapse!

A hammer smashed through the dragonslayer's defenses and landed on his shoulder, denting the melted shoulder armor. Immediately after, another sword slashed, cutting a terrible gap in the breastplate.

The fissures and old wounds intertwined, almost slicing open his chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of muffled voices rang out.

It was the sound of a torn shell.

The sword clanged, and the spear and axe sword pierced through the ribcages of his limbs and chest, nailing him to the ground.

The winner is decided.

The scorching armor slowly drooped.

In the silence, the roar of a wild beast sounded.

The mournful voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

Pitch-black dragon power erupted from the shattered shell.

In the midst of intense pain, he broke free from the nearby Hades and returned to the battlefield that belonged to him.

The loud sound of steel grinding erupted.

Tightening his grip on the weapon, Lancelot stepped forward, allowing countless swords to slash at his body, slashing the armor beyond recognition.

From beginning to end, those indifferent eyes looked at Ye Qingxuan deadly.

He's alive.

It seems that there is no pain, and it is still as good as ever.

Even if it's already ignited......

The armor wailed and fell apart.

The burning Lancelot stepped out of it, like a piece of dust and iron from the flames. The face still has a vague look of the past, but it has been replaced by something more hideous.

At this moment, he no longer looked like a knight, but some kind of furious demon, wielding a dragon-slaying spear and tearing apart all the swords of metamorphosis.

"It's horrible, Lancelot. ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and sighed regretfully.

Rumble!

In the moonlight, a heavy slashing spear suddenly appeared, and the iron light burst out, slashing towards Lancelot.

Collapse!

The spear smashed on the spear of the dragon slayer, bursting with a loud bang, Lancelot was stunned, the spear was shattered, and he stepped forward again, only to hear the sound of countless swords, and the low roar of vertical and horizontal slashing.

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, and sixteen spears and heavy swords emerged from the moon wheel, without any hesitation because of the relationship between them, nor did he have any mercy because of the other party's injuries.

Aimed at the vital points around the body, sixteen qualitative change swords slashed out!

The sound of steel shattering kept ringing out.

The flaming knight marched, the dragon-slaying spear roaring, shattering the slashed weapons or allowing them to pierce into the burning shell, wounds tearing but not slowing him down.

The inhuman will to terror has overridden the pain and suffering, and even though it is so tragic, it is chilling to have an inch in your hand.

It was as if there was nothing in the world that could kill him, and if he didn't die, he would move forward and win......

That hideous gesture, just looking at it, makes people want to run away.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand again, and the sound of steel grinding burst out from the moon ring, and Sen Leng's killing machine locked onto Lancelot.

This time, we're going to smash him to pieces!

"Don't think about it!"

In the distance, surrounded by the Witch's Hammer, the Grand Master of the Royal Musicians suddenly raised his hand, and in the cold melody, the music theory was weaved, opening the rift to the ether realm, and a huge shadow swept in, crushing the armored knight who was blocking the way into pieces, and rushed towards Ye Qingxuan's location.

The countless changing shadows were like a quagmire, opening their foul mouths and swallowing Ye Qingxuan's lock.

"Get out of here!"

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand impatiently.

At that moment, the moon wheel rose again.

Hanging.

The chapter of fate is in full swing, and the solemn melody resounds between heaven and earth.

The sound of the trumpet announcing the dawn burst out from it, roaring.

This time, what emerged from the moonlight was no longer a sword, but a huge hideous silhouette, a burner at the stake that emerged from the moonlight.

With the moon wheel as the furnace and the ether as the firewood, the chapter of fate drives the alchemy, creating a complex alchemy matrix, attached to the illusory outline of the stake, and the nature of the interference gives it the weight and material of iron.

Immediately after that, the stake was burned at the stake!

A roar erupted.

Waves of air swept in, and frenzied flames rose into the sky.

- "Night on the Barren Mountain"!

The stake was wedged deep into the earth, nailing the wriggling shadow. The flames of Purgatory turned into a torrential rain and rained down from the sky with a fury that burned everything up.

The flames turned into torrents, covering the shadows, countercurrents, and even pouring into the rift, causing a painful hiss to come from the rift.

The shadow breaks and dissipates without a trace.

Immediately after, countless swords roared, and the Faceless Grand Master staggered back. Above the distant sky, the cannon of the Nomad Mountain lit up with blazing flames, locking the royal musicians who had come back from the dead, and punishment fell from the sky!

“Deus-vult！！！”

The knights of the Witch's Hammer roared, the earth shook, and in the roar, the steel torrent of the armored knights swept in again.

It was just a momentary distraction, and the suppressed Lancelot had already entered Ye Qingxuan's ten steps away, and the dragon slaying spear was raised again, even though he was deeply injured, his hands holding the weapon were still as stable as iron.

With a snap of his fingers, a mournful roar sounded.

Ye Qingxuan's left hand stretched out, grabbed the molten golden blazing glow, and let the spear blade tear his palm, causing severe pain, and held the gun tightly.

Let it vibrate with rage, causing the palms of his hands to crack and scars, and the color of his bones to be exposed. The countless music theories of the Destiny Chapter forcibly infiltrated, blocked, and suppressed, shackling it in their hands.

Even if the gun is only an inch away from the heart.

Then, Ye Qingxuan raised his right hand, and his five fingers were endless.

Towards the faces that are close at hand......

Punch!

Boom!

It was like smashing on iron, and a dull echo sounded.

Lancelot's eyes were still cold and hard, without the slightest wavering, from the almost fragmented body, a violent force burst out again, and the dragon slaying spear shook again, almost breaking free of Ye Qingxuan's palm.

"Say something, Lancelot!"

Ye Qingxuan raised his fist, pointed it at his face, and smashed it down again:

"Don't you have a lot to tell me?"

Boom!

A broken voice sounded, and it was impossible to tell whether it was from Ye Qingxuan's phalanges or Lancelot's face. His eyes remained indifferent, without the slightest change.

Even if it's close at hand.

"If you don't speak, let me come. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at his face, suddenly smiled, and his voice was hoarse: "Coincidentally, over the years, I have had a lot of questions that I haven't had time to ask you......"

"Do you remember your sister?"

He looked Lancelot in the eye, "Have you ever wondered what happened to Avalon after leaving her?"

He saw it.

Something flashed in his indifferent and empty eyes.

But Ye Qingxuan's smile changed, becoming so hideous, as if fury was carved into the bone marrow. He raised his hand, exerted all his strength, and swung his fist at that noble and solemn face of the past!

Boom!

Lancelot's skull slammed, and the face of steel shattered, beneath the fist, falling apart. A hoarse voice rang in his ears, with the pain and despair of the past.

"She's been insulted!"

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, pulled out the long sword from the moon wheel, aimed it at Lancelot, and slashed it down!

The blade tore through the shell, and dark red blood gushed out.

"She's being despised by others!"

The dagger turned upside down and stabbed into Lancelot's heart until the end handle.

The sheer force pushed Lancelot backwards, pushing him against the broken wall.

"- They say he's a bitch!"

The heavy axe slashed, the bones broke, and the dragon-slaying spear broke off its hand and rolled to the ground like a wail.

"She was kicked out of the shelter!"

Ye Qingxuan stepped on his face, smashed the hammer in his hand with all his might, and roared: "She knelt on the ground and begged for the last deserved dinner...... For me!"

Boom!

Lancelot's chest collapsed, and shattered internal organs flowed out of his mouth with bruises. A muffled voice came from his throat, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

Only the sound of broken bones rang out.

Eventually, he was violently lifted from the ground by a hand.

"You still have the face to say: You have a lot to tell me?"

Ye Qingxuan looked down at him and asked in a cold voice: "Lancelot, how do you repay her?"

For a long time, Lancelot struggled to lift his face, his parched lips opening and closing, and he breathed in pain.

"Christine, that kid...... It's innocent, she doesn't know anything. His voice was hoarse and faint, and he was angry: "Knights of the Round Table...... Used by me...... I'm dead, go to Tristan...... He will be loyal to you...... These things should be yours, and you take them. ”

"What is this?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed angrily: "The ransom for buying a life? or a belated confession?"

In Ye Qingxuan's hands, Lancelot choked violently, coughing up dark red blood and fragments of internal organs. He clenched Ye Qingxuan's hand and used all his strength:

"After so many years...... I've always ...... Want to pick her up...... I really want to, little leaf, I really want to ......"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him silently, let go of his hand, and watched him kneel on the ground with cold eyes, gasping for pain and dying, his life was not long in coming.

Finally, he heard Ye Qingxuan's indifferent voice.

"All these years, she has been waiting for people to come and take her home...... It's a pity that the person she's waiting for isn't you. ”

Lancelot was stunned.

"That's right......"

He hung his head, his shoulders shaking.

The sound of the cracked intestines sounded, like a choked broken sound, and like a torn laughter, the laughter was empty, full of bitterness and self-mockery.

After a long time, the laughter disappeared with the gasp.

Lancelot raised his broken arm and carefully wiped away the sticky blood at the corner of his mouth: "What are you waiting for, Ye Qingxuan...... Do what you're supposed to do and give me a ride. ”

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes were full of tranquility, there was no fear and weakness, he just quietly waited for his end.

Longing for liberation.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan silently pulled out the dragon slaying spear on the ground, and the blade of the spear was raised and aimed at his heart.

"Farewell, Lancelot. ”

"Hmm. ”

Lancelot closed his eyes.

The glow flickered.

The rain of blood fell from the sky again, and on the blade of the gun, gray-white dust flew in the rain and flew into the distance.

Dissipated without a trace.

-

On the chaotic battlefield, Ye Qingxuan held the dragon slaying spear in his hand, raised his head, and looked up at the dragon power fighting in the sky.

The pitch-black dragon power turned into a scorching sun, and the golden sea strangled together.

Like a desperate struggle between a black dragon and a golden dragon, they use their teeth, wings, and bones as weapons to tear apart each other's bodies, and blood gushes out of them, falling to the ground, and turning into a torrential rain.

The war on earth has finally come to an end, and the last of the royal musicians have been reduced to ashes in the light of purification, and the battle in heaven is finally about to be decided.

The light was torn apart.

The dark sun devoured the faint shadow in the light, swallowing it little by little. And as Arthur laughed ecstatically, terrifying aetheric fluctuations erupted again from the highest reaches of Avalon.

The path to godhood is about to begin again......

Behind Ye Qingxuan, the herald who was half blood-stained was half-kneeling on the ground.

"Your Excellency, your order. ”

"Pack up the wounded and go back first. Your Majesty always needs someone to protect him. Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "The battle you should fight has ended temporarily."

Leave the rest to me. ”

The herald was stunned for a moment, did not dare to disobey the order, and nodded: "Yes." ”

"Also, if Your Majesty asks me where I have been, tell her ......"

Ye Qingxuan took the spear of dragon slaying and smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and the darkness in his pupils was bottomless: "I have so many years of deep hatred, let me go to the emperor who is out of breath first...... Have a good 'talk'. ”