Silent Crown Chapter 614: What I want to say

In front of Ye Qingxuan, Lancelot's armor had been burned to crimson, exuding the enthusiasm of a furnace, fierce like a demon. But the demon was trapped in a huge net.

Countless dim and slender thought threads are wrapped around him, like spider silk, entwined and enveloped him. Every thread of thought was fragile and fragile at the touch of a touch, but now, thousands of threads of moonlight stretched from all directions and wound around Lancelot's armor.

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

Even though the Dragon Slaying Spear can cut through the theory of music, it will be difficult to break free for a while in the face of such a huge number.

I don't know when, Lancelot is already in the mud.

Those slender lines of thought that are almost non-existent extend from every corner of the battlefield. The source is the Moonlight Sword that was defeated by the Dragon Slayer Spear.

The fragments smashed by the Dragon Slaying Spear have not dissipated, and they are disconnected from each other. With Ye Qingxuan's overloaded offensive, Lancelot has been entangled in it.

The line of thought evolved from "Polero" itself has excellent ductility. When it stretches to its limit, it does not even reach one percent of the spider silk.

Because of the excessive slenderness, it also brings excessive fragility. It can be broken with a slight movement, even without any effort.

Even if thousands of lines of thought converge in one place at the same time, it is no more than a bunch of thick tail fingers, and it cannot be compared with the tenacity of a rope.

And now, it is this line of thought that is so weak that it is not worth mentioning that Lancelot is bound to the net.

When Ye Qingxuan awakens the nature interference imposed on it, its own stickiness and toughness will skyrocket, although it is still not worth mentioning compared to Lancelot's power, as long as it takes an instant, it can be broken.

But when faced with armor that accelerates ten thousand times, these lines of thought will have a terrifying effect.

Under the relative speed, even if it is rubbed with air, it will produce the high temperature like a furnace.

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

The speed of Lancelot itself is too terrifying, so terrible that it is too late to break them. In the short moment before the break, the terrible speed of the armor will be consumed by the force of the line itself.

In the end, the terrifying speed enough to chase the light stopped abruptly.

The terrifying consequences of the second-stage acceleration erupted from the armor.

In the high fever like purgatory, the internal organs came in severe pain, and the extreme acceleration twice in a row almost caused the body to fall apart.

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

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

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

Under the moonlight, the white-haired young man was knitting a huge amount of thought thread in one hand, while the other hand was slowly raised.

The pure white moon wheel rises from behind him, and as the moon wheel rotates, the sharp sound of steel friction bursts out of it. That was the "sword throwing" after dozens of overlaps in an instant!

Countless swords that have been given the transformation of gold and iron whizzed from the moonlight arcing.

Too late to breathe, the Dragon Slaying Spear was raised again.

After being blocked by the line of horror, Lancelot still has the power to counterattack in such a terrifying high temperature. All blockades and parry were perfect, and there was no slightest slowdown or deformation due to physical exhaustion.

Even if the armor at this moment no longer provides assistance, it is a fiery cage.

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

Only this time, under the constant impact of the sword of qualitative change, his movements became more and more sluggish.

Familiar with repairing the line of defense, no matter how hard it is to counterattack. It was not even necessary for Ye Qingxuan to make the sword blade morph into light, but the change in the quality of gold and iron made his parry more difficult.

Crash!

A heavy hammer smashed through the defense of the Dragon Slaying Spear and landed on his shoulder, denting the melted shoulder armor. Immediately afterwards, another long sword slashed, cutting a stern gap in the breastplate.

Cracks and old wounds intertwined, almost slitting his chest.

Boom! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Continuous low voices sounded.

It was the sound of a torn body.

The sword slammed, and the sword pierced the chest cavity of the limbs, nailing him to the ground.

The outcome is determined.

The scorching visor dropped slowly.

In the silence, the roar of a beast rang.

The stern voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

The pitch-black Longwei blows out from the broken body.

In the intense pain, he broke free from the nearby Hades and returned to his battlefield.

The sound of steel friction broke out.

Grasping the weapon in his hand, Lancelot stepped forward, allowing countless swords to chop on his body, slashing the armor beyond recognition.

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

He is still alive.

It doesn't seem to be painful, it's still intact.

Even if it has been ignited...

The armor wailed and fell apart.

The burning Lancelot walked out of it, like dust and iron piecing together in flames. The face still faintly remained the same as before, but it was replaced by something more hideous.

At this moment, he doesn't look like a knight anymore, but some kind of furious monster, brandishing the dragon-slaying spear, tearing up all the swords of qualitative change.

"It's terrible, Lancelot."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and sighed regretfully.

Boom!

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

Crash!

The lance spear smashed on the dragon slaying spear, and there was a loud noise. Lancelot paused, and the lance spear shattered. He stepped forward again, but he heard countless swords clank and slashed horizontally and horizontally.

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, and sixteen spears and epees emerged from the moon wheel. He did not hesitate because of their relationship, nor did he show mercy because of the other's injuries.

Aiming at the vital points of the whole body, the sixteen swords of quality change suddenly cut out!

The sound of broken steel continued to sound.

The burning knight was advancing, the dragon-slaying spear roared, smashing the weapons from the chopping, or allowing them to pierce into the burning body, the wound tore, but he couldn't delay his footsteps.

The inhuman horrible will has overwhelmed pain and torture. Even if it is so tragic, it is shuddering to have an inch in hand.

There seems to be nothing in this world that can kill him. If he does not die, he will move forward and win...

That hideous posture, just looking at it makes people want to escape.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand again, and the sound of steel friction burst out from the moon wheel, and Lancelot's murderous intent locked Lancelot.

This time, I will cut him to pieces!

"Don't think about it!"

In the distance, surrounded by the Hammer of the Witch, the head of the Royal Orchestra suddenly raised his hand. In the cold melody, the music theory woven opened the gap to the etheric realm, and a huge shadow swept over. , Crushed the armored knight blocking the road into fragments and rushed towards Ye Qingxuan's location.

The countless changing shadows are like quagmire, opened a foul mouth, swallowing to Ye Qingxuan's lock.

"Go away!"

Ye Qingxuan waved impatiently.

At that instant, the moon wheel rose again.

High hanging.

The chapter of destiny runs at full force, and the solemn melody resounds between the heaven and the earth.

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

This time, what emerged from the moonlight was no longer a sword, but a huge, hideous silhouette, which was the fire frame emerging from the moonlight.

Using the moon wheel as the furnace and the ether as the firewood, the Chapter of Fate promotes alchemy, creating a complex alchemy matrix, which is attached to the illusory outline of the fire frame, and the interference of nature gives it iron weight and material.

Immediately afterwards, the torture frame fell from the sky!

The whistles burst out.

The air wave swept, and frantic flames rose into the sky.

"Night of the Barren Mountain"!

The stake was wedged deeply into the ground, nailing the wriggling shadow to death. The flames from purgatory turned into torrential rain, which fell from the sky, with the anger that burned everything to death.

The flame turned into a torrent, covering the shadows, countercurrent, and even poured into the rift, causing a painful neigh from the rift.

The shadow broke and disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, countless swords roared forward, and the faceless group leader staggered back. Above the distant sky, the main gun of the nomadic mountain lit up with fiery flames, locked on the resurrected royal musicians, and punishment fell from the sky!

"deus-vult!!!"

The knights of the Witch's Hammer roared, and the ground was turbulent. With the roar, the steel torrent of armored knights swept once again.

It was just a momentary distraction. The suppressed Lancelot had already entered Ye Qingxuan's ten steps, and the Dragon Slaying Spear was raised again. Even though it was severely injured, the hands holding the weapon were still as stable as iron.

With the flick of his fingers, there was a scream.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his left hand, grabbed the hot glow of molten gold, let the gunman tear his palm, causing severe pain, and firmly grasped the barrel of the gun.

Let it sway with anger, causing continuous cracks and scars on the palms, revealing the color of the bones. The countless music theories of the Chapter of Fate have forcibly penetrated, blocked, suppressed, and shackled it in his hands.

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

Then Ye Qingxuan raised his right hand, fingers endlessly.

Towards the face close at hand...

Fist!

Boom!

As if hitting iron, dull echoes sounded.

Lancelot's eyes were still cold, without the slightest sway. From the nearly shattered body, violent power burst out again, and the Dragon Slaying Spear shook again, almost breaking free from Ye Qingxuan's palm.

"Say something, Lancelot!"

Ye Qingxuan raised his fist, facing his face, and slammed it down again:

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

Boom!

The broken voice sounded, it was not clear whether it came from Ye Qingxuan's finger bones or Lancelot's face. His eyes were still indifferent, without the slightest change.

Even close at hand.

"If you don't speak, let me come."

Ye Qingxuan looked at his face, suddenly laughed, his voice hoarse: "It just so happens that over the years, I have too many questions to ask you..."

"Do you remember your sister?"

He looked into Lancelot's eyes: "Have you ever thought about what happened to Avalon after leaving Avalon?"

He saw it.

Something flashed in his indifferent and hollow eyes.

But Ye Qingxuan's smile changed, becoming so hideous, as if his anger had been carved into his bones. He raised his hand, raised all his strength, and shook his fist at the former noble and solemn face!

Boom!

Lancelot's head was shaken, and the face of steel was shattered, falling apart under his fist. A hoarse voice rang from his ears, with the pain and despair of the past.

"She was insulted!"

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

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

"She is despised by others!"

The dagger turned upside down and pierced Lancelot's heart until it reached the end.

The huge force pushed Lancelot back, pushing him against the broken wall all the time.

"They said he was a bitch!"

The heavy axe chopped down, the bones were broken, and the Dragon Slaying Spear was released and rolled to the ground like a wailing.

"She was driven out of the shelter by others!"

Ye Qingxuan stepped on his face, struggling to drop the hammer in his hand, and roared: "She knelt on the ground and pleaded for the last deserving dinner...for me!"

Boom!

Lancelot's chest collapsed, and broken internal organs flowed out of his mouth with the bruise. There was a vague voice in the throat, trying to speak, but there was no sound.

Only the sound of broken bones sounded.

Until the end, he was roughly lifted from the ground with one hand.

"You still have the face to say: Do 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? You speak!"

For a long time, Lancelot raised his face with difficulty, his dry lips opened and closed, and he breathed in pain.

"Kristin, that kid... is innocent, she doesn't know anything." His voice was hoarse and faint, angrily like a gossamer: "The Knights of the Round Table... Used by me... I'm dead, go Find Tristan... he will be loyal to you... These things should belong to you, you take them."

"What is this?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled furiously: "A ransom to buy a life? Or a late confession?"

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

"For so many years...I have been...want to take her home...I really want to, Xiao Ye Zi, really want to..."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him silently, let go of his hand, and watched him kneel to the ground coldly, panting for pain, and his life was short-lived.

Finally, he heard Ye Qingxuan's indifferent voice.

"For these years, she has been waiting for someone to come and pick her home...Unfortunately, the person she was waiting for was not you."

Lancelot was stunned.

"That's it..."

He lowered his head, his shoulders trembling.

The cracked lungs made sounds, like choking and tearing laughter. The laughter was empty, full of bitterness and self-deprecating.

For a long time, the laughter disappeared with gasping.

Lancelot raised his broken arm and carefully wiped off the sticky blood at the corners of his mouth: "What are you waiting for, Ye Qingxuan... do what you should do, give me a ride."

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes were full of silence, without fear or weakness, but quietly waiting for his end.

Thirst for relief.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan silently pulled up the dragon-slaying spear on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ The gun was raised and aimed at his heart.

"Farewell, Lancelot."

"Hmm."

Lancelot closed his eyes.

The glow faded in a flash.

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

Dissipate 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 fighting Longwei in the sky.

The dark dragon turns into a scorching sun, strangling with the golden ocean.

Like a desperate struggle between a black dragon and a golden dragon, using teeth, wings, and bones as weapons to tear the opponent's body apart, blood spewed out from it, and fell on the ground, turning it into a torrential rain.

The local war finally came to an end. After the last royal musicians turned to ashes in the light of purification, the battle in the sky was finally about to be won.

The light was torn apart.

The dark scorching sun swallowed the faint phantom in the light, bit by bit. And as Arthur laughed ecstatically, the terrifying etheric fluctuations burst again from the highest point of Avalon.

The road to the gods is about to open again...

Behind Ye Qingxuan, the blood-stained Herald half kneeled on the ground.

"Your Excellency, your order."

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

The next thing, just leave it to me. "

The messenger was stunned for a moment, not daring to disobey the order, and nodded: "Yes."

"Also, if your majesty asks me where I have been, tell her..."

Ye Qingxuan picked up the dragon slaying spear and smiled, but his eyes were dull and dull, and the darkness in his eyes was not bottomed: "Well, if I have so many years of deep hatred, let me go and talk to that angry emperor first. ...A good "talk"."