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It's already late autumn, but here, the grass on the ground is still green, the surrounding trees are also full of green, there are bursts of birds, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere, and the spring water is tinkling, like a fairyland.

On the green lawn, a man and a woman sat opposite each other.

"Guinavia, try this, it's the most popular new way to drink it outside, black tea brewed with hot milk. The man held a delicate teapot and said courteously.

"Oh, give me a drink. The woman opposite was graceful and luxurious, but her voice was as cold as ice.

Just as he was pouring tea into the cup, a white-bearded old man in the distance walked over: "Arthur, Gawain is back." ”

"Gawain?" the man stopped pouring tea, and a hint of anger appeared on his face: "What is he coming back for? For a mere woman......

He was only halfway through his words, as if he had discovered something wrong with his words, he immediately changed his face and looked at the woman next to him with a smile: "Oh, I said the wrong thing, I didn't mean that...... Well, Elizabeth's little girl can't compare to you...... My dear, I understand me, except for the sword, you are more important than my life...... You have to believe me......"

After comforting him for a while, the man turned around and asked the old man, "What did he do when he came back?"

"He said he wanted to make a bet with you. The old man chuckled.

"Bet, bet, bet, bet?" the man said, puzzled.

"What he said was...... "The old man sold a little: "Bet on a swordsmanship!"

"Swordsmanship?" The man became interested, the anger on his face dissipated, and his tone was eager: "Where is he now?"

"At Sword Hill. The old man said directly.

Hearing this, the man immediately stood up and wanted to leave, but he had only taken a step, he quickly turned around and looked at the woman, with a pitiful pleading expression on his face: "Dear ......"

"Go ahead. The woman's voice was concise and to the point, still cold as ice, as if she didn't care about anything.

Hearing the promise, the man immediately turned around, and the old man next to him ordered: "Go!"

......

It was a wilderness with no end in sight, and in the center of the wilderness was a slightly raised hill, and from the top of the hill all the way down, the ground was filled with all kinds of swords, long and short!

The sword hill here is a battlefield that only belongs to swordsmen.

Looking at the former Knight of the Round Table not far away, dressed in silver armor, with a handsome face and a resolute expression, King Arthur's expression was complicated: "Hey, Gawain...... Say, how do you bet?"

The Gawain knight on the opposite side spoke, with a respectful expression: "Lord Arthur, that's the case, I just learned a new sword technique on the mainland, and I have achieved a little success, so I came back to give you a look." ”

"Don't talk about those who don't. King Arthur looked a little displeased: "I said a long time ago, you have to change your gentle and elegant temperament, my generation of swordsmen, idealistic and sword-wise, go forward bravely!

"I want to bet that this sword move is not enough to make you draw your sword!" Knight Gawain said seriously.

"You want me to draw my sword?" King Arthur laughed, "It's not an easy thing to do......"

"I know, so, I want to give it a try!" Knight Gawain looked serious.

"So what's the bet?" asked King Arthur, looking at Knight Gauvin, who had become serious.

Knight Gawain explained: "Bet on your chances of not making a move!" The Germans will help Elizabeth recover, but the Germans are a little worried about you, so they ......"

If it was old Siegfried, if old Siegfried was still at his peak, it wouldn't be impossible to fight me, but it's a pity......" King Arthur sighed with emotion and promised: "Okay, I promise you, but what if you lose the bet?"

"Then I'll leave it to you!" said Knight Gawain.

"You're smart!" King Arthur smiled, and then shouted: "If you lose, get back to me, and practice the sword for thirty years!"

"Good!" Knight Gawain was still unequivocal.

......

Knight Gawain was dressed in silver armor, the words were straight, and the silver-white long sword was slowly drawn out by him, and the silver-white internal qi flowed on the blade, and the invisible momentum condensed on him.

King Arthur was not wearing armor, he was dressed in ordinary sackcloth, standing with his hands in his hands, watching his movements, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he was relaxed.

The momentum on Knight Gawain's body continued to strengthen, and the natural forces of heaven and earth continued to surge around him, letting out a silent roar.

King Arthur didn't have the slightest momentum on him, and he stood there, as if he were strolling through the courtyard, as if he didn't feel anything.

The sword momentum slowly reached its peak, and the invisible, sword-like aura permeated the empty wilderness......

Above the sword mound, in the wilderness, the countless swords inserted began to hum and tremble, as if they were half alive, making people worry that they would rise up and break through the air in the next moment!

Suddenly, King Arthur moved, he raised a hand and pressed it down gently.

Without the use of internal qi, or even the traces of the natural power of heaven and earth being mobilized, the countless trembling long swords calmed down, turned into dead things again, and fell into a deep sleep!

The sword momentum has been completed, but it is not the sword of Knight Gawain, but the sword of King Arthur.

The entire Sword Hill, in that instant, became King Arthur's Sword Domain!

The countless long swords stuck in the ground, even if they were not pulled out, even if there was no movement, their blades and blades were invisibly pointing at Knight Gawain!

The entire Sword Hill, dozens, millions of long swords have surrounded the Gawain Knights!

They won't be pulled up, but the sword aura of the previous user that remains on their bodies is all directed at Knight Gawain! ready to pierce his heart with ten thousand swords!

Dozens, millions of sword qi, dozens, millions of sword intents, these sword intents are all controlled by the "Sword Saint" King Arthur!

"Those who are defeated by the Knights of the Round Table will keep their swords in the hills!"

For thousands of years, countless swordsmen have left grudges and sword hills, and countless swordsmen have left swords and sword hills.

The most basic training as a knight of the round table is to come to the sword hill to understand the sword intent of the swordsman that remains on the long sword!

And fuse these sword intents into your own body, and give birth to your own sword intent!

For thousands of years, the mediocre can understand dozens, the excellent can understand hundreds, the geniuses can understand thousands, and the amazing people can also understand tens of thousands.