Chapter 441: master, I seem to be the master

Chapter 441 Master, I Seem To Be The Master
That is, the tip of a gun like lightning.
That is, the blade of the wind.
Under the moonlit night, the sound of fighting in Warehouse Street was heavier than steel and harsher than a bell.
The moonlight shone brighter on the darkness, and the tip of the gun and the blade of the sword crossed.
The violent wind blowing in the opposite direction lifted the cement on the surface like a natural disaster, and every time the sword was fought, it sounded like thunder.
In the gap between Saber and Lancer's bodies, the flying red blood flowers bloomed brightly, and then disappeared in the next instant.
Lancer stomped on the soles of his feet fiercely and spun fiercely, and the tip of the red spear pulled an arc in the night sky.
Then the yellow short spear was rotated in his hand, clenched, rushed, and stabbed back like an electric.
Lancer pierced the impossible back carbine with superb skills that completely violated physical mechanics.
And the direct result of this is to move the battlefield to a far distance from the container.
The vibration of containers, such as being hit by heavy storm hammers, has gradually disappeared.
"Nice job, Brush. This war won't let you die aggrieved, I said."
Ye You in the container looked at the two people who kept moving away, rubbing his ears and said.
At this time, Saber was in a forward-parry posture like holding a big sword in both hands, and swung away the Lancer's physical and mechanics blow. Then the wrist was raised above the shoulder, and the tip of the transparent holy sword wrapped in the wind king enchantment was straight. Refers to the enemy.
The soles of his feet slammed on, faster than the dust splashing. Before the floor was completely shattered, Saber charged up to Lancer and slashed with a storm.
The air was cut through the hard blow, and the short vacuum caused the air current to flow in madly. The strong wind pressure blew the silver hair of Alice Phil in the distance.
boom--
Be blocked.
The raised double guns tilted slightly, using a special technique to remove the power of Saber's sword tip, and the floor under Lancer's feet broke in a regular circle, splashing the flying dust.
When the two touched and separated, Saber stopped as he charged by, standing between Alice Phil and Lancer, and both turned their heads back at the same time.
Saber stared at the man with solemn eyes, he was indeed a brave warrior with impeccable skill.
Lancer was standing on the dusty ruins. His weapon was quite eye-catching, a spear about two meters taller than a human.
Among the seven ranks, there are three in the seat of "Knight": Saber (sword), Archer (bow) and Lancer (gun).
The man in front of him is undoubtedly a servant with the name of a gun.
But what made Saber unpredictable was that in addition to the long gun against his shoulders, he also had a short gun in his left hand that was only another one-third long.
Saber has never seen such a scene. It is very common to hold two-handed weapons, but it is difficult for one long and one short weapon to play its original advantage.
Whether it is a long spear or a short spear, everything from the handle to the blade is entangled with cloth similar to runes. This is probably a countermeasure that was devised to hide the real name of the treasure.
"It's finally here, but I waited for a long, long time... Only you who responded to me."
Lancer naturally refers to unscrupulously exposing the aura of followers on the street. Only Saber responded to this challenge.
"It's quite bitter."
Lancer said in a complimenting tone: "I didn't expect to be able to fight an opponent like you after death. Although we want to let go of a fight, but we can't help it."
Saber agreed with this sentence, and his awe-inspiring face eased slightly, "We are not fighting for our own honor. You should also offer the gun for your Master."
"Ha... this is true."
Saber noticed a relaxed, bitter smile on his face, not at all like someone who was going to fight for his name.
After Yuehua fell, Saber carefully looked at the servant in front of him. He was a very beautiful man.
The facial features are extremely correct, the facial contours are deep, the nose bridge, and the lips lightly pressed make people feel strict and abstinent, but the melancholy and gentle eyes hidden in him unreservedly release his masculine charm.
It can be described as a "magic look".
Especially the mole under the corner of his eye, seeing his woman, can't help but get stuck in her beauty.
But, it’s really just because of looks...
After Saber, Alice Phil frowned, "Don't you think it is very rude to release'charm\' to married women? Gunners!"
Lancer boldly releases the magic of charm. If Alice Phil, who is a cyborg, has considerable resistance to magic, she must be like an ordinary woman, and he is generally fascinated by him.
Faced with Alice Phil’s protest, Lancer shrugged helplessly and smiled bitterly,
Ah. You said this. I’m so sorry, this is something that can’t be helped. It’s a curse since birth. Blame my origin, or you are women."
The fiery battle seemed to subside all at once.
"Why don't they fight?"
Paqiuli cats, looks through the hole to the two sides who are talking casually on the battlefield.
"The lonely wandering soul finally meets another interesting soul. Under the sympathy, it is inevitable to talk too much, and it is normal.
Ye You burned the data recorded by the Information Eye into his brain.
"Then when shall we go out and hammer them?"
The strong wind pressure just like a heavy hammer almost deafened Miss Paqiuli's eardrums, and now she still has tinnitus.
Pa Qiuli's physical fitness is too weak.
So now Miss Witch is very angry, and the consequences are serious.
Saber, Lancer, none of them can’t be less. Everyone eats me and sends a "St Elmo Pillar of Fire."
Ye You grabbed the eager witch, and said helplessly: "Our most important purpose now is to collect battle data. Fighting is only secondary. If we go out, will they still fight?"
"It is ‘you’ that wants to collect data, not ‘us’." Miss Witch calmly corrected Ye You's fallacy.
"Okay, okay, I beg you, please bear with me for the time being, there will be more opportunities in the future. I want to build a model of slavery fighting, but the current data is far from enough."
As a scholar, Pa Qiuli naturally understood Ye You's mood, so she nodded.
"And the most important thing is, even if we go out, in what way do we appear on the stage? We do not have a master. Rushing on the stage as a slave is equivalent to one more rider and one rider. The real master who has not shown up can use us as a shield to attract the attention of other masters, and he hides in the dark to take advantage of the fisherman."
This is also the reason why Ye You asked Pa Qiuli to analyze the Holy Grail. He must have a master on his side.
The most suitable opportunity to show up here is that at least there is a master who has not yet appeared on his side. Or they have fully grasped the information of the seven masters in this Holy Grail War.
At this moment, Joan sent a message,
"Jan of Arc: Master, I seem to be the master."