“The thump—!”

It's the sound of the ground!

With the force of the dark sword, the terrible force passed directly to the ground, causing the square to crack directly and the area where the knight commander was standing, and fell down.

Such a blow, not to mention the human body, even if it is the sea, it is estimated to be cut open.

The knight commander who wielded this blow was blindfolded and watched his weapon dead.

In front of me, there is a hand.

The hand, which directly held the blade of the sword, stopped the sharp weapon that had been split down.

“That’s it...”

Fang Li maintained a knife, cut in the posture of the knight commander's body, and the other hand tightly held the black sword that slitting down, and turned to look at his own enemy.

“Surely, whatever the sorolent, the power of the angels that floweth in you is a second strength.”

That's it.

The power of the angels who flowed in the knight's body, the power and the war against him, have become more powerful.

In other words...

"In order for you to force me to use the magic eye, will the second queen spare the power of more angels for you?"

The tone of the line seems to be becoming more and more ironic.

“Are people like that really worth your loyalty?”

In order not to let themselves be threatened, let their hands be sent to death, but also in order to accurately force this threat, to provide more strength.

Indeed, that would better ensure that the knight commander would force the Fangli to the end and make it use the magic eye.

However, it is undoubtedly equivalent to pushing his men into the abyss of death.

Is such a person worthy of loyalty?

The answer is, of course, no.

But the knight did not deny it.

"Don't look at your Highness like that, in fact, she's more heartless than you think."

The knight said only in silence.

“There is no way.”

Yes.

There is no way.

If nothing can be changed, Britain’s future will only be bleak.

“In order that future to come, His Highness can only make himself a tyrant.”

The knight began to work hard.

“And I, too, can be a victim of this violence for the sake of the future of Britain.”

Under such words, the knight commander suddenly shook his hand's weapon.

Therefore, in the sound of "snapping", both the head of the knights seemed to be shot, and they were separated for a distance from each other.

The knight raised his sword.

"It seems that you also have some kind of ability to eliminate the lethality, and it seems that it belongs to the same type of Sorolent, or defensive."

The knight commander saw through the effect of the sacred clothes, skills and star power in the square with extraordinary eyes.

Then the knight made such a noise.

"Then let me come up with weapons that can break your ability."

At the moment when the words of the knight leader fell...

“Hm...”

His hand, the dark sword quivered.

Fang felt it.

The knight commander infused the power of angels into his hand's weapon, which changed the weapon.

“The groove...”

Under the sound of something boiling, the surface of the black sword of the knight's hand began to bubble.

The bubbles rose one after another, and they kept expanding until they expanded to the size of the basketball.

For a time, the width of the sword was much larger than the bubbles that expanded into hundreds.

Then, at one point, the outline of the bubbles broke.

Underneath the cracking bubble is a completely new weapon.

It was the same class as the former William of the Ascaron, which was three meters long, like a giant sword that cut the neck of a dragon.

The knight commander suddenly waved his own huge sword.

“Hang!”

There was a burst of air.

The eyebrows in the square suddenly made a hard choice.

In this case, the knight commander was not stingy introduced.

"It's called verentine."

The words are a little, a little bit.

“Flentine?”

The name has been heard of.

To be more precise, it should be said that it was in the book.

It is the name of a legendary sword.

Its owner is a hero of Norse mythology.

A person who has successively killed three monsters, famous for his powerlessness and bravery and invincibility, has won the immortal glory of the Nordic heroes.

The hero's name was Beovov.

According to legend, the hero has a quenched by the blood of the enemy that he killed, and every time he kills a strong enemy, he will absorb the blood to improve the hardness and sharpness of the sword.

The name of the sword was Valentin.

"Of course, like the Ascalon used by the mercenary, it's just a spiritual dress made of legend."

The knight commander raised Valentin and said so.

“But in terms of power alone, it is no different from what the legend says.”

In other words, the spiritual dress used by the knight commander is a weapon that can continuously quench itself by absorbing the blood of the enemy and increasing its hardness and sharpness.

“And only in the British sphere, when I have the power of the angel from Catina I, I can also inject the power of the angel as ‘blood’ into this weapon, so that this weapon can achieve the highest level of sharpness and destructive power.”

The knight commander looked straight in.

"Try to stop my attack with your hand, and I'll cut it down."

Hearing the words, Fang laughed.

Laughing unusually calm.

“With you?”

Fang raised the knife with his hand, and turned his eyes cold.

"If you can, try it."

This is the last word.

What will be followed is a real fight.

On one side is a murderer who is far more powerful than a saint.

On one side is a knight who has received the blessing of more angels.

The sight of the two sides met in mid-air, instantly filling the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Then they broke the road under their feet at the same time and rushed to each other.

“Uh-huh-!”

With such a burst as a signal, the fierce battle between the killer and the knight began.

The two of them ran into a piece in the face of the disappearance.

The evil and flontonine friction were intense.

It was only this simple action, around the commander of the knight, the shock wave swept away like a storm.

The storm blew all the area around the radius of more than 100 meters.

In an instant, the asphalt road was shattered like glass, the building was broken like a broken building block, and the rubble and rubble flew in the air, turning bullets and terrible shells, piercing trees, walls and even vehicles.

After a day, the fierce battle far above the rank of the saint began again.