Chapter 727: A mere bullock cart, An dare ask the old man to give way

"That way, maybe I can make the old man a little serious!"
The plain tone told the extreme arrogance, Duke's remarks made the three followers present angry. They were heroes with the best reputation in the world in their respective eras, and they have never been so degraded.
Lancer stepped out, rushed ahead of the other two, and pointed his gun at Duke: "Berserker, empty talk is useless! Let me try to see how good you are. If you're just a liar, don't blame my ruthless men! "
When the voice fell, Lancer turned the gun body with both hands and swung it into two whirlwinds, suddenly exuding an extremely condensed aura. The awe-inspiring aura is mixed with murderous intent that seems to be absent, and the ease of retracting is a sign that only people who have experienced battles can sharpen it.
The momentum was suppressed, and the Nightmare Warhorse under Duke's seat was stimulated. He raised his feet and leaped high. Duke shook the reins to appease his irritability.
"Haha, but that's it!" Lancer scorned, seeing that the Nightmare Warhorse was just a look.
Duke remained unmoved, and gently jumped off his horse, pacing towards Lancer. In the moonlight, the old man with white hair and long beard, dressed in heavy black armor, with piercing eyes, although he is old, he is strong in spirit and looks like a strong man.
Duke was a little unnatural, he was like a naked body in front of the magic spear, and he was a little shy after thinking about it!
"The old man’s horse was a holy unicorn. It was gifted by the queen of the elves and followed me for decades. It used to be a powerful monster. It’s a pity that when the old man fought with the demon Lord Sauron, it was To save the old man, the curse of darkness corroded his flesh and blood soul, and he became so downhearted by his ability to save ten."
Nightmare: "Soundlessness~~~"
What, what did you say?
Lancer's expression was solemn: "In this way, this war horse is also a spirit beast that loyally protects the Lord."
"No, it's the comrade-in-arms behind the old man's entrustment." As Duke spoke, he strode to the front of Lancer, with a golden red magic circle on his palm.
The ground trembled slightly, and countless metal substances were extracted from the soil and condensed into a golden war gun. The barrel of the gun is thick and long and heavy, and the blade is slender like a big sword. The tip of the gun is arrow-shaped, and the blade has a bit of cold light.
Alchemy·Make a formation!
"Weird mage, depending on your posture, you are actually a good gunner!" Lancer was delighted by Hunting, but he did not expect Duke to be good at weapons like him.
"Not good at it, but knows a little bit!"
Lancer's heart was sullen, it was too deceptive, but he didn't have time to say anything, he suddenly felt his heart throb, and the black shadow in front of him flashed, and the big golden gun was already whizzing and stabbing.
What a fast speed, is this guy really an old man?
Lancer's heart was stunned, and he stepped on small steps under his feet, raising his left hand spear to block.
Just listening to the crisp sound of gold and iron, Lancer felt that a tyrannical force came from the big golden spear, that power was terrifying, and he would stabilize his figure after backing continuously.
C, this old man is a monster!
Just a fight, Lancer knew that Duke's power was enough to crush him, and there was no extra time to sigh, because the flashing gun shadow was approaching again. In an instant, Lancer's breathing stagnated, and he turned his body sideways almost as a conditioned reflex, hiding in an embarrassing posture.
The golden war gun whizzed past the thunder, and it was no more than a minute away from the main artery of his neck. After Lancer dodges, there is a sense of chills and fear.
The speed is not worse than me, and the strength is far better than me. Does this old man want to be so cruel?
After entering the battle, Gandalf played by Duke seemed to be a different person. His modest and polite elegance is no longer. Every time he swings his spear, he is full of awe-inspiring murderous intent. The eyes that contain wisdom are now even more scarlet. .
Lancer had a warning sign in his heart. Duke's gaze made him feel that he was being stared at by a giant dragon. Under the strong pressure, he broke through his own limit and raised his spear to stab the dragon phantom.
Accompanied by the wailing of the air being shattered, the two spears erupted in the collision with terrible sound, the shock wave quickly rushed in all directions, unscrupulously destroyed and trampled on the street...
Boom boom boom
When the storm struck, Saber and Rider brandished weapons, cut off the hurricane in front of them, and evacuated back with their respective masters. No one doubts that as the battle between the two escalates, the entire street will inevitably be destroyed.
The bright red spear tip, like a dancing elf, under the control of Lancer, bursts of red light flashed in the air, biting Duke's figure firmly. However, the Golden War Gun always took the lead, blocking the flaws that made Lancer extremely aggrieved every time. Before the power was released, he was forced to retract it, and he was about to vomit blood.
The super agility of the two sides made it impossible to judge the action with the naked eye after the battle broke out. The violent gale continued directly and continuously, and the whole process was like illusion and no entity. Only a short pause when the weapons of both sides collided can make people see their shadows for a while, but that was only a fleeting moment.
From the time Duke and Lancer played each other to the present, it took only more than ten breaths, but in such a short time, the two had already fought against each other a few times. The ghostly figures flickered and moved, like two phantoms entangled together, they can only be distinguished by the light of weapons.
In the face of pressure, Lancer played supernormally, and the muscles all over his body wailed and screamed. What made him desperate was that the old man on the opposite side became more and more courageous, and his physical strength was like endless.
Despair, fear?
Yes, Lancer's proud martial skills were suppressed, and there was no possibility of defeating the enemy. Naturally, he was extremely desperate, but his fighting spirit was even higher than before. What an honour to be able to face off against such a powerful enemy, to be able to offer loyalty to the monarch even in death, this is exactly what he expected!
"My master, please order me to win no matter what, I will fill the battlefield with loyalty and glory!"
Lancer's eyes skyrocketed, and he wielded two guns vigorously. The air in front of him was roughly cut and shredded, creating a substantial wind-blade turbulence, cutting the surrounding ground into mottled and staggered dents.
On the ground, ravines were plowed out, and the containers on both sides were like butter cakes, cut into pieces.
"It's useless. Under the old man's treasure, the "Eye of Truth", every attack you make has nowhere to hide."
Facing Lancer's back-to-back attack, Duke shouted violently and returned with a more violent offensive, attack-to-attack, and crushed it back with a stronger offensive.
boom! !
A shot was pierced and pointed directly at Lancer's chest. The tip of the gun was as fast as thunder, and its strength was as strong as a cannon popping out of the chamber, and there was a sonic boom.
In times of crisis, Lancer’s inherent skill ‘Mind Eye’ was launched in time. In an absolute disadvantage, he calmly grasped the situation of himself and the enemy, and found a way to survive only in theory. Even if there is only 1% possibility, they can be prepared to seize the opportunity and reverse the situation.
It was impossible to reverse the situation. Lancer exhausted all his strength and dodged the spear that was rubbing his body. The wind blade attached to the golden spear pierced his belly, and the blood flowed continuously.
"Okay, come again!" Duke exclaimed, as he deserves to be the impeccable martial art of Dilumudo.
Lancer didn't reply, just parried and exhausted him. At this moment, he could only smile slightly.
On the side, Saber watched the fierce battle, and couldn't help feeling surging. Both of them were inextricably strong, so she wanted to replace one of them.
Alice Phil's face was pale, and she couldn't see the super high-speed movements of Duke and Lancer waving their weapons at all, but it was as clear as a battlefield torn and trampled by behemoths. She couldn't help twisting her hands and fingers tightly together, deeply worried about Saber.
The martial arts Lancer has been suppressed. Can Saber defeat the opponent?
Weber's eyes are dull, and he has fallen into doubts about his life. Are these followers actually humans?
His servant Rider has a solemn face. Among the servants present, his martial arts is undoubtedly the worst. To conquer the king and fight in the Northern War is more dependent on the commander and the military strategy. .
Rider could see that Lancer was at the end of the battle, and Duke would soon be picked under the gun. Without Lancer blocking the gun in front, he could only defeat Duke by using the inherent barrier.
This is not good news, the battle of the Holy Grail has just begun, and the follower has not appeared, and the final card is not revealed yet!
"My lord, you must hurry up!"
Weber recovered from the dumbfoundedness, and looked at his escaped follower with a face of incomprehension: "Hold on, hold on to what?"
"Drink!"
Rider shakes the reins~EbookFREE.me~ Two sturdy and fit flying kick cows snorted, and they moved their sturdy giant hooves, pulling the wheels of the gods to launch a charge.
The magic burst out a terrible purple thunder, smashing the ground under the feet of the ox's feet into cobweb-like cracks, and the chariot drove, amidst the roar, it increased its speed to the extreme.
"Wow ah ah--"
Oh, I almost forgot, the thunder was accompanied by the wailing screams of the weak Qi Master and the tears of Biaofei.
Saber looked at the starting tank: "What does Rider want to do?"
A gust of wind suddenly hit and intruded into the center of the battlefield between Duke and Lancer. They stopped their attacks and turned their heads to look over.
"Hahaha, if you don't want to die, just get out of the way before the king!" Rider laughed loudly, the wheels of thunder rolled, and the earth trembles.
Lancer whispered a lunatic and jumped away from the center of the battlefield, but Duke didn't move a bit. Facing the rampant chariot, he picked the gun in his hand and plunged the golden gun to the ground with a clang.
The golden spear is a refined weapon. Compared with Lancer's two treasures, it is not worth mentioning. It has long been overwhelmed, and now it has turned into golden powder with the weather.
"Berserker, before the king, I didn't move away quickly!" Rider shook the reins, once again speeding up the chariot's momentum.
"ridiculous……"
Duke smiled contemptuously and stepped on the concrete floor with his feet directly below his ankles. After steadying his horse, he raised his hands and leaned in front of him, with pride in his eyes.
"A mere bullock cart, Ann dare to ask the old man to give way!!"
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