Although he was going to defeat her, Wu Xuan actually didn't have much confidence in this. Because...

"Down with me? Is it possible?" Black Saber smiled jokingly, with a clear contempt in his golden pupils' gaze. The holy sword that had become dark in his hand gently waved, and dust and gravel seemed to be rolled into the sky by a tornado that soared into the sky. "You can try."

The magic that was surging out was clearly a signal of war. As she stepped on her feet, the magic power compressed under her feet burst out at the same time.

"Boom!" Saber's power is born from magic power. The stronger the magic power, the stronger the power, the more powerful it is. The holy sword and the Yanmo sword met! Faced with the extremely arrogant power, Wu Xuan still used the Yanmo sword to support it.

"Your power is so terrifying now..." The hands holding Yanma Sword were already shaking slightly. The pedestrian path under his feet that people usually use to worship had now broken a huge crack. This was just the first blow...

"That's right!" The arrogant, bloodthirsty smile, the evil expression on the black saber's face, was an evil that even Wu Xuan had never seen before. Wu Xuan felt that he could not bear it anymore. In his previous mind, the king who fought with faith had now fallen to a point worse than the sanity of berserker. Has that evil made her give up her belief?

The confrontation between swords and swords is better than being suppressed by toughness. This situation has happened at least in Wu Xuan’s memory for too long.

Her power burst out above her, and she swung her sword, and she could only see a trace of black light. The bursting power was sharp that no one could resist, and a horizontal slash. The wall of this temple, which had a history of hundreds of years, was instantly cut in half, and it also carried blood that kept falling from the air.

That is the blood of the saint.

Black Saber looked at the guy flying in the air and frowned. Appearing in the air is a taboo of fighting. If you cannot dodge in the air, it means that he will become a sandbag that cannot resist. She will not let the person in the air descend. When the signal of a person appeared on her head, she had already changed her figure hard. The magic power under her feet made her burst into an eagle that soared into the sky.

Soaring up!

But the eagle did not notice it. The guy she considered was a prey, was now proudly hanging on the corner of her mouth.

The sky suddenly became dark, not right! Black Saber felt the magic surging in the nearby air and immediately knew that he had fallen into something like a barrier. "When did this happen?"

There was endless darkness, and there was only a black piece in the void. A sudden blue color stretched out in the darkness that seemed to be endless. It was straight, straight, and the destructive light like a laser beam flew towards its center point from all directions...

At this time, in this dark void, the Yanma sword in the white-haired man's hand had just been put into the sheath, and a crisp sound of closing the knife was announced. The infinite beam of destruction attacked the black saber.

Facing each light that can cut the strongest city walls together and cross together in the same space. No matter who it is, it cannot escape the bad luck of being crushed. This is an invincible trick. In this situation, Hei Saber is obviously indifferent. This is not waiting for death, but she is waiting for an opportunity.

The intersection between lines, even if it gathers again, there will be a gap before the surface is formed. This is what the black saber is like.

Quietly. When the light was about to touch her body, she moved! The intuition that could almost predict the future led her to make the most favorable movements. She shrank her feet and narrowed the distance between her body as much as possible. In this unavoidable air, the magic under her feet became the best propeller.

She dodged the first wave, and when she was about to touch the second light, the power formed by the magic power sprayed from all over her body actually made her circumcise moves in the air. All this was like dancing, and it was like a plane doing acrobatics and circling, deviating, turning, and having a very changing flight trajectory. A blue figure finally appeared in front of the continuous flight.

Wu Xuan saw Black figure coming out safely from the Dimension Slash, Hei Saber saw his enemy. There was a cruel smile on the corner of her mouth. She appeared in front of Wu Xuan and ruthlessly waved the holy sword.

His pupils shrank sharply. When the black holy sword was swinged, Wu Xuan clearly saw his trajectory, but could not take any action.

"hateful……"

With a huge collapse sound, Wu Xuan was trapped in the collapsed temple...

"Just say you want to defeat me?" The Knight King's voice was contemptuous. She had just stepped on the ground from the sky and slowly walked towards the collapsed temple. The battle was still in less than a hundred moves. There was such a crooked situation. The Knight King knocked his opponent away with an absolutely overwhelming advantage. Until now, the black armor on her body has not been injured at all...

...

"...Hey, hey, you'll be too underestimating me." The voice came from the smoke and dust. The man with a miserable white hair stretched out a hand from the ruins of the temple and pointed at the Knight King.

There was still blood dripping on the fingers. If you look closely, you can find that there was a hideous sword wound from Wu Xuan's shoulder from his abdomen, and the blood was still flowing out. The pain of the sword wound was still on this man's firm face.

That hurts a lot. Just seeing it makes people feel that this wound is so terrifying. It hurts, it really hurts. Wu Xuan is still gritting his teeth to endure this pain. Just the contact between the wound and the air makes him feel like he is constantly cutting his flesh by a knife...

But even though it hurt like this, Wu Xuan still had no idea of ​​giving up. His finger pointed at the Knight King. "I said, I will knock you down..." It seemed like there were bugs twisting in his body, and pain in his limbs and heart surged up at the same time.

"Cough." There was a nauseating feeling of dry retching in his throat, and what was spit out from his mouth was actually blood. Even so, it was impossible to stop him from beginning. His other hand was holding the weapon in his hand tightly. His nails were deeply trapped in his palm.

"It's a man! Do what he says!!!"

...It's quiet, very quiet.

"...This is what you call belief, that's too weak." The Dark Swordsman suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest. "The so-called machoism... is really boring..." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a suffocating depression.

...

Wake up from a severe headache. A beam of sunlight fell into Wu Xuan's eyes. Where is this? He sat up from the grass.

On this warm grass, there is not only myself. There is also a white off-shoulder back in front of me...

That was Artoria, that was her in my memory. Her noble posture as pure white as a lotus. I still remember that she was her master in my memory.

There was still a faint fragrance in the air, and the back in front of him made him smile.

...

"As long as despair cannot defeat faith, the light of hope will dispel the clouds of despair."

He took a deep breath. "This is what you said, Master. As long as I have not been beaten to the point where I can't even breathe, I must not underestimate my beliefs because I..."

The slowly flowing cyclone suddenly became irritable, and the wind centered on his body gradually dispersed. A blue magic like flames ignited from his body.

"Because of me! But men, sometimes men will become stronger for the woman they like." The sand was completely separated, and the temple finally couldn't bear the suppression of powerful magic and broke down.

In the falling house, a blue knight stood behind Wu Xuan. The cyclone formed a tornado, and the falling house was once again exploded by the magic riot of the blue knight. The scattered ruins turned into deadly bullets, adding new injuries to this already destroyed temple.

Magic mode.on!

"This form..." Hei Saber never expected that all this would happen such a dramatic change. The person who was almost invincible actually appeared in this powerful posture. Feeling the strong wind with magic, even Hei Saber couldn't help but be deeply surprised.

"Release the magic? I didn't expect you to use it." The demon was originally the essence of magic, and Saber would never be wrong. "But with your little bit of magic, how long can it last for this form... You are just reducing your survival time."

Yes. The heroic spirit can only appear in the present world by relying on magic power. If the magic power is lost, the heroic spirit will only have one consequence, which is to disappear. Although it can absorb other people's souls to replenish magic power, Wu Xuan will never do this because he hates sacrificing the lives of ordinary people...

You know, caster is the identity of master. Since she died, Wu Xuan has never received any magic power. Originally, his own magic capacity was only "e". He barely won the lancer by acting alone. But what about after winning the lancer? The magic power was almost broken, and he appeared on this mountain with the last point in hopes that all this would be over. But he did not expect that Saber would become his enemy, and he did not expect that he would fall into a battle directly.

He has been suppressed. If he still has masters, he would never be able to fall to this level no matter how often. He is a saint! He is a demigod! If he still has magic power, he will still win or lose 50 points with the current saber with the wrist of the false god. However, how could he do it with the magic power that is almost broken? Without the support of huge magic power, he cannot use the wrist of the false god.

After all, it would be quite a bit of force to support the demon with his current magic power for one more second. So, he bet on all this on the blow below.

He raised the right hand of the false god's wrist and stretched out his palm.

"Artolia, you must be prepared for this blow below me, because if you don't use the Holy Sword, you will really be killed by me." Wu Xuan reminded kindly.

"Hmph, is this a reminder?" Saber seemed to have no concern about Wu Xuan's words, but in fact her nerves were now reaching the limit and she was ready. "Let me see, you bet on everything."

"Very good. Then let you see. My iron fist..." Holding his fist, the power of this move has now been condensed on Wu Xuan's right hand. Under the amplification of the demon, he used the magic power brought by the potential explosion when the demon appeared to make Wu Xuan enough to use this move.
Chapter completed!