: 1917 "There is no impact at all."

At the same time, in the remaining two battlefields, the fierce battle continues.
Especially Alter and Modred, the momentum is far greater than Matthew and Lancelot.
Matthew and Lancelot were only one side of the storm, one side of the defense, has maintained this situation, for a while, it was deadlocked there.
On the other hand, Alto Lia and Modred, no one intends to keep their hands, everyone intends to put the other side to death, so that the dark storm and the red lightning are constantly rolling and moving, appearing on the battlefield. Every corner on the top.
"锵锵锵锵锵"
The fierce sword-cracking sound has been echoing, letting the dark figure and the red figure chase each other at an alarming speed, like two cymbals, flickering and staggering back and forth, flying in any direction of the battlefield, In the blink of an eye, you can play hundreds or even thousands of times, making the magic and the atmosphere become frenzied.
"Drink, ah, ah, ah!"
Modred repeatedly screamed, and Wang Jian in his hand made a ray of lightning, like a stormy mad attack on Alto Lia, so that the red lightning was violent and kept shaking.
"Humph!"
In this regard, Alto Lia [alter] is just cold, the sword in his hand is like a flash, and the sniper of the lightning strikes in the future will be bounced off, even in the red lightning. Like a violent dragon, the holy sword is like its fangs, and the sly bite to Modred, leaving Mordred a few times.
The battle between the two men was fierce and dangerous to this point, and there was no room for others to intervene.
If you change to the usual state, the strength between Altolia and Modred should be similar.
Modred has inherited the blood of Altolia, although it is the artificial life born of Morgan's conspiracy, can be said to be the orthodox successor with the blood of the Cavaliers, the strength compared to Alto Liya It's impossible to make a big difference, even the combination of skills is similar, there are high-level skills, there are also high-level "magic release" skills, plus a hand-held sword, a hand-held sword, perhaps Aalto Liya's performance is slightly higher than that of Modred, and the gap is very small.
Now, Altolia has reversed and squandered its own oversized magic. It is more violent than usual, and it should be stronger than Modred, but Modred has been blessed by the three Holy Grail. The three blessings are already stronger than the original Alter.
But now, Alter has signed a contract with Luo Zhen, and the spiritual base has been promoted, and the magic that is far better than the Holy Grail is supported, compared to Modred, who has three blessings. It is not weak at all.
Even more, you have to be a little better.
Therefore, even if Modred’s
Magic Release
skill is greatly improved after the blessing is strengthened, the released violent and powerful red thunder will rise a lot when compared with the normal state, but in the aspect of squandering magic, Alto Liya [alter] is not inferior to Modred, with the magical support of the planet level, it is not empty.
Therefore, in this fierce confrontation, the battlefield is like a dark storm and a red thunder that has been plowed again, either cracking or bursting, shaking the ground, roaring, and loud. The level of natural disasters.
just
"It should be almost over."
Alter was ruthlessly declared in a fierce battle.
This made Modred angry.
"Do you think you won?!"
Modred yelled out loud.
"Is this not taken for granted?" Alter said with a blank expression: "We are probably flat on pure power now, no, it should be that I am slightly better, even if not much, it is enough to deal with you. It is."
"Don't you talk big! King Arthur!" said Modred, screaming with a smile: "When I cut your head again, you will know that victory or defeat is not about strength at all." How many people can win in the end!"
"It is also true." Alto Lia did not deny it. "If you can't win, then the strength is only useless. Let me wear your belly, rebel knight." ""
"If you can get it, come on!" Mordred laughed with no fear.
then
"what!"
Alter finally screamed out, suddenly turning his body, his feet like a hammer, and slamming into the ground.
"Hey!"
In the cracking sound, the dust flew up.
In the dust, a black shadow flew out.
That is the holy sword.
Alter, in the dust, threw his holy sword straight out and made it to Mordred.
"what!?"
Modred was shocked.
Not to mention Modred, if you change to any other person, you have to be shocked by this scene.
Because, the holy sword that symbolizes King Arthur himself has been thrown directly by him, who can think of it?
Not to mention, for the Cavaliers, losing the sword is tantamount to losing their lives. No one would have thought that Alter would do so.
"Do you have nothing to do? King Arthur!"
Modred quickly responded and suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand.
"clang!"
In the crisp sound, the dark sword was blown by the sword of Modred.
"I lost the holy sword, I see how you win me!"
Modred made a loud speech and headed for the direction of Alter.
The dust that enveloped Alter was immediately blown away by the wind that was picked up, exposing the inside.
Alter reappeared in front of Modred.
just
"call out!"
In the sharp sound of the air, a remnant of the magic filled with fullness exploded from it.
Modred did not respond at all.
then
"Hey!"
In the tearing sound, blood splashes.
"!"
Modred could not help but stop his body and widened his eyes.
Alter lowered his body and stood in front of Modred, his eyes indifferent.
A closer look, in the hands of Alto Lia, did not know when, took a long gun.
It was a long shot that was dropped on the battlefield and was not noticed.
Alter smashed it under the cover of the dust and filled it with magic, running through the abdomen of Modred, and letting the tip of the gun penetrate from the back of Modred.
Blood, spilled on the earth.
Alto is so open.
"Don't forget, how was you killed by me before you were born?"
Yes.
During his lifetime, Modred was not hacked to death by the Holy Sword, but was killed by King Arthur’s holy gun through his abdomen.
and so
"Without the holy sword, there is no effect on whether or not you can kill you." Alto Liar said coldly: "Even in my hands, there is no holy gun."
Said, Alto Lia pulled out a long gun and let the blood fall like a fountain.
"Father of the Father"
Modred vomited blood and slowly fell.
On the other side, a snoring sound is also a sudden resounding throughout the audience.
"Hey!"
With such a snoring sound, Lancelot's figure finally flew out, fell to the ground, rolled a few laps before stopping.
"call"
Matthew only took out the shield he had pulled out and exhaled.
It seems that the wins and losses here are also separated.