Silent Crown Chapter 610: Isn’t it cool?

The collision between the etheric realm and the physical realm is set off again.

Since the Battle of the Holy City, the entire material world has not experienced such a huge impact. The terrifying aftershock spreads in all directions along the etheric sea, and even the terrible aftershocks can be detected in the far east. I don't know how many musicians who have just resonated with the etheric world are in chaos and panic.

But in the center of the storm, everything was calm.

The spectacle of tomorrow's collision hangs high above your head, and countless rainbows burst out, but when you stand on the trembling ground and look up, you will have a distant illusion.

Actually, no one would be so stupid as to raise their heads and open their throats for the enemy to slash.

Except for Ye Qingxuan.

Even if the opponent is Lancelot, he still has room to pay attention to the higher situation.

Because from the beginning, he didn't think he could play.

So... he has been swimming freely and fishing.

Although this is irresponsible to his subordinates who are fighting all-out, how stupid is he to fight close quarters with the famous knight in the West who is recognized as the number one in the West?

He was sure that as long as he dared to step within ten meters of Lancelot, he would be pierced by the Dragon Slaying Spear once he met him, and he hung it up and threw it in the middle of the battlefield two seconds later.

With armor protection, with the blessing of Longwei, and with the dragon-slaying spear to make up for the flaws in its lethality, Lancelot has truly become a war machine.

Falling Iron is not for nothing.

Actually, that gun is a deadly threat to any living creature. While destroying the body, it also destroys music theory and spirit. At the same time, it exerts deadly damage on blood circulation and ether circulation. It is precisely because of this double threat that he can afford to kill the dragon.

Dragons are killed, wouldn't it be easier to kill yourself?

At this time, there are no clichés, and I lament that I am not good at changing music and suffer too much.

So, from beginning to end, Ye Qingxuan was evading, or being chased and chopped unilaterally...After giving up the initiative, he challenged with this salted fish attitude of giving up treatment. It is not easy to have ghosts.

There is even time to gossip with Lancelot.

It's like planning to increase the relationship on the fly.

Except for Lancelot not saying a word, the exchange was perfect.

The Dragon Slayer's spear roared and roared.

The rainbow light of molten gold spread from the gun blade.

The artifact that had crucified a hundred-armed giant for ten years broke through the sky. After decades of tempering in the ruins, the music theory of transformation has been perfect, tearing everything apart.

In order to target Arthur in this way, the royal family made it at all costs, even if Hermes also put a lot of effort into it.

Based on the classical school of alchemy that Hermes, one of the three sages, is best at, and the theme of the separation of man and **** upheld by the Order, the spirituality in music theory is divided into two parts, one Such as the gods are shining, high above; one is human, indecisive, tame, resist, counterattack... the two are contained in the same theme, forming a perfect cycle and the most extreme collision.

Receiving the will of the gods and cruising against all evils is not the purification of mercy, but the cruelest killing, destruction in the dual sense of the flesh and the ether.

The spear of slaying dragons has been dubbed the legendary saint since the day it was cast, but more often, it is called the ‘fallen iron’.

Among all the surviving artifacts, throwing away the destroyed spear of destiny, after the exception created for the entire great source, none of the remaining top artifacts carry and inherit the handed down movement, for mankind History has great symbolic significance, and even itself is an epoch-making product.

Each of them represents not only themselves, but also history and the world itself.

For example, the gate of the kingdom of heaven, when the red king held this sword high and traveled through the countries, the entire human world once worshipped under the command of this famous sword.

For example, the sword in the stone, once created the age of Anglo's peak, brought together the power of Anglo and the natural disasters, and it was the key to the road to God's ascent.

For example, the monument of destiny, which symbolizes the location of miracles, even if the essence is just an ordinary stone, it still has a lofty meaning...

The Dragon Slaying Spear, which has inherited the fragments of the spear of destiny, can rank among them with sheer lethality, and its dangers are generally visible.

Especially when such a dangerous weapon falls into the hands of a handful of powerful knights in the entire Anglo, no, the entire Western world.

It can be said that even if Lancelot turns around to assassinate Arthur, there is no chance of victory.

When such a person becomes an enemy, Ye Qingxuan can feel only naked terror.

A single blow can split Seiya and destroy it.

A single blow can defeat all of Ye Qingxuan's counterattacks, like a broken bamboo.

Lancelot, blessed by the dark dragon, has now turned into the incarnation of destruction. The strongest knight once famous in the world once again set foot on the battlefield at this moment, bringing a terrifying pressure beyond imagination.

Ye Qingxuan is already... sweating.

Even just now, a few times without paying attention, he almost entered the fifteen-meter range of Lancelot's body. When only three steps away, he felt the murderous intent on his back.

Even from the beginning to the present, Ye Qingxuan wandered and avoided, never daring to stand in front of Lancelot.

Everything is to guard against Lancelot's hole cards.

Up to now... he doesn't know the power of Lancelot, a name that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the armor known as the strongest round table.

Staring at his weapon, I couldn't help but recall the flashing light in the shadow of Avalon in the past, the terrifying attack that the dark lord could not resist for a moment.

While he was thinking, he dodged for a beat, and then his hairs stood upright.

At that moment, Lancelot stepped forward, the blue bricks under his feet cracked, loud noises burst, the dragon-slaying spear screamed, cut the air, smashed through layers of **** rain, hot steam rose into the sky, melting gold The radiance roared.

Stab!

Perfect thrust!

From the posture of the spur to the moment when Ye Qingxuan's figure is penetrated, the time in between seems to be cut off, fast enough to surpass human response nerves.

By unraveling the structure of the human body, the chanter found that the limit frequency of the human eye’s capture of the picture is twenty-four times per second. In other words, if something happens within these twenty-fourths of a second If there is no time for human beings to make any response.

Obviously, Lancelot's attack was so terrible that it was above the naked eye.

Nothing left!

If it weren’t for Ye Qingxuan to spread the Moonlight Thought Line on the entire battlefield, I’m afraid he would have given the lead under this blow

In the last moment, it was the garment of original sin that saved Ye Qingxuan.

As soon as the Moonlight Mind Line transmitted the sensed changes back, the interpretation method got the result. Then, the corresponding plan preset in the clothing of original sin was activated.

The mutated music theory automatically activates the exoskeleton mimicry, and the "vacuum sun" supported by Xiaoyuan brings a terrifying instantaneous explosive force, pulling him backwards.

One step back ten meters.

Before he reacted, his face was hot and painful, and his eyes turned black.

The capillaries are ruptured and the eyeballs are congested.

No need to look, Ye Qingxuan knows how embarrassed he looks now.

Staring at Lancelot's armor, Ye Qingxuan realized something in a daze, and narrowed his eyes:

"Although it seems that the last battle between you and the Dark Lord was mostly acting. But since the last time I saw your armor, I have been curious about what happened at that moment... I'm not interested in revealing it, please help me out?"

During the confrontation, hot steam spewed from the gaps in Lancelot's armor.

The fiercely operating ether furnace emits terrifying heat.

Since the start of the war, Lancelot has finally responded to Ye Qingxuan's words, his voice is still cold and calm, without any ups and downs:

"Have you always been like this?"

"Huh?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned slightly, and then heard Lancelot's voice: "Have you always used your mouth to tell the enemy to death?"

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan nodded without shame.

It's impossible to say that people die, but Ye Qingxuan's mouth is absolutely no problem to kill people alive.

Especially when he was making up his mind to fight the procrastination, his face was incredibly thick, and it was impossible for Lancelot to rush to death with a word or two.

"Just a reminder."

The fallen iron waved horizontally in Lancelot's hands, cutting the rain curtain, and the armored knight re-positioned an offensive posture: "Although the old injury has not healed, but for me, it is at best.

Don’t wait for me to vomit blood and exhaust~ IndoMTL.com~ It doesn’t matter if I want to use the wound as a flaw. "

"Did you see through? Thank you for your reminder."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him and praised sincerely: "It is true that Lancelot is upright, so warm and considerate.

Since you and I have been so honest, can you tell me: How did it feel to kill your own sister? "

After a pause, he asked maliciously:

"Isn't it cool?"

Lancelot was silent.

A coldness spread from him.

The countless blood-colored rain curtains suddenly shook, distorted by the coldness, and the whole world was silent for a moment. Finally, the terrifying chill was locked on Ye Qingxuan's body.

"Little Ye Zi, I'm sorry."

Lancelot slowly raised the Dragon Slaying Spear and pointed it at Ye Qingxuan's face: "I have a lot to say to you, I really want to... It's a pity."

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan's eyes are full of mockery and coldness, **** for tat:

"What a coincidence, so am I."

At that moment, terrifying etheric fluctuations erupted from his hands.

The pure white moon wheel emerges from the chapter of fate, and the purifying music theory is pinned in the moonlight, covering the entire battlefield with its terrifying erosive power.

The area illuminated by the moonlight is the range of the line of thought radiating, and the entire battlefield is already in the hands of Ye Qingxuan.

It's like looking back at the palm.

He could see the broken iron, cold blood, falling rain and shouts, the rising heat and breath.

And Lancelot's fighting stance slowly set up.

He is coming for real.

All the next temptations are meaningless, and the wandering and evasive tactics also end here.

All the chips have been placed on the gaming table, and the dice have been rolled.

Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath.

It's time to open the cup.