The blood slowly flowed into the ground, the roses in the garden became even more bewitching, and the Night Swordsman had not yet fully exerted his strength to let Arthur in his awakened state kill all of them. Not far from him, Tristan gasped for air, and in front of him stood the half-mad Bull and the werewolf Fan who was missing an arm.

Tristan also had 5 slender scratches on his chest, and he was bleeding slowly...

The one-handed sword in his hand exudes a cold and cold light, if a bay of autumn water flows slowly around the sword body, the sword body is connected to the hilt, there is no sword grid, it is much more slender than the ordinary one-handed sword, Tristan used this sword to cut off one of Fan's arms.

After Arthur cleaned up the swordsmen, his golden eyes gradually returned to their original appearance, and he was breathless with a heavy feeling, standing in place with the holy sword in both hands, and it was a little difficult to even move his fingers. "Why do you want to do this for the sake of a waste who has seized power by killing his father and not even cherishing his family, when the army of the Earl of Jennings is already on the way, and this city can withstand the attack of a large army?"

"Lord Baron, I am a knight. Barn said.

Arthur shook his head lightly and sat down. "I'm running out of strength, are you sure to kill them? ”

Tristan nodded slightly, and his eyes, which had always been slit, quietly opened, his eyes were sharp, the corners of his eyes were raised, and there was a murderous aura on his body.

Sure enough, squinting eyes are monsters, Arthur lowered his head and sighed, even if he wanted to help, he was powerless now.

Strength, I need strength, whether it is the composition of the round table or in the face of a strong enemy in the future, the current strength is simply not enough. Knights, they don't follow a man who is not strong.

Arthur thought silently.

Tristan stood in front of the two of them, the one-handed sword in his hand was obviously not an ordinary sharp weapon, and there was no magic pattern, although the power contained in the sword was not obvious, it made people feel like seeing the sea.

"Misayue, Goulu, Hardman, Tenonina..."Barn chanted softly, the incantation resembling a name and an ancient note, his eyes reddening as he chanted, and the sound of bones rattling came from his body.

Van also quietly distanced himself from Barn while he was singing. When the Berserker awakens, if he can't kill his target, he will attack anyone around him without recognizing him.

Fan had been badly wounded in his left arm and had several sword wounds on his body, and the situation was clearly not in his favor. Fan glanced at Arthur who was sitting on the ground without a trace, squinting his eyes slightly, as long as he killed him and took away the holy sword, all the problems here could be thrown to that demon.

"Ah~..."Barn stared at Tristan's loud howl with scarlet eyes, and his feet stomped the ground, and with a bang, the ground was trampled out of a deep pit. A streak of air appeared in the air and rushed straight towards Tristan, the two-handed greatsword in his hand swinging back slightly and then slamming downward.

Tristan held a one-handed long sword in both hands, his eyes were sharp, and the two long swords collided fiercely, and the corners of Arthur's mouth instantly turned into a "0" shape. "I always thought you were an all-round support, but I didn't expect you to be this kind of little Cui. ”

In the face of Barn's thunderous blow, Tristan actually held back.

"Ba Enqing, your berserker blood is obviously impure, which makes it easy for you to get lost in the abyss of power when you chant the song of rage, you are a brave knight, I don't want to be your enemy if I can. ”

"Ahhh

Tristan swung Barn's two-handed sword.

The white blade flashed, and the next moment Tristan appeared 10 meters away and stood quietly.

Arthur rubbed his eyes, only to see the flowers in front of him, and then he didn't see anything. "Damn, that's the end of the fight, you're too unwatching. ”

Arthur just wanted to get up and walked over to Tristan.

"Watch out for your back. Tristan yelled as he pointed behind his back.

With a "poof", a wolf claw pierced Arthur's chest, the dark paw was slightly open, and a hoarse voice came from behind him. "Lord Baron, you were too careless. ”

Arthur lowered his head slightly, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and there were 10,000 *** running wild in his heart.

Your mom blew up!!!!!!

"Fan, I'll send you three words, I'll fuck your mother. Arthur held the holy sword in both hands, and slammed it into his stomach again, the holy sword pierced his body and pierced Fan's body by the way, and now the two of them want to have meat skewers in summer, sugar gourds in winter, and Defu chocolate in their mouths, really you have me and I have you, and they love each other.

Tristan was stupid, Van was stupid, Ranmaroke was stupid when he heard the sound in the distance, and the enemy soldiers were stupid. And Fan didn't understand until he died, normal people would have lost too much blood due to excessive blood loss, and they didn't have the strength and ability to speak, but this person could still move freely, why?

The demon Mo who just arrived at the battlefield was even more confused.,The big boss hasn't appeared yet.,The protagonist died.,How can this script go on happily.。

Ink took Dured, who had become a low-level vampire, and stood at the farthest distance, shouting at Arthur, "What's the matter with you? Didn't you say to go back and get a weapon to kill me? ”

Arthur glanced at Mo and glanced at Dured, who was obviously no longer human, and angrily sent the holy sword forward a few more points. "My lord, you big-headed ghost, where do you stand for Lao Tzu, don't move, I'll be cleaning you up in a while. ”

The sudden appearance of the demons caused the soldiers under Dured to flee uncontrollably, and the lessons of the ancestral blood were imprinted in the hearts of the people with the label of the invincible demons.

The only three remaining knights knelt on the ground and prayed silently. They did not choose to flee, nor did they want to take up their weapons and fight, but only to be forgiven.

Tristan sheathed his sword, took the harp from his side, and prepared to play the sheet music to try to heal Arthur's wounds, knowing that it would not help, but still retaining a glimmer of illusion.

He didn't want the people around him to leave him like this.

"It's okay, I can't die. Arthur said to Tristan with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I should have found out earlier, I hurt you. ”

"Don't worry, I really can't die. Fan behind him had long since lost his breath, Arthur pulled out his holy sword and stuck it on the ground, and took a few steps forward in severe pain. "Whew~, this is sour, it's the same as being forced X. ”

？？？？？？

Looking at Arthur, whose chest was shining with milky white light, question marks lit up all over the map?

"In addition to the holy sword, you also carry some holy relics that can make you immortal. Mo asked with a smile.

"Lao Tzu has a scabbard, are you afraid, hahaha..... Kill me? Who would dare to kill me. Arthur raised his middle finger to the sky. (PS: I'm mentally retarded and infinitely arrogant.) ）