Chapter 733: Your Great Britain is dead, so it's useful to say that

The wrist injury caused Saber's sword holding hand to tremble slightly, which was a very dangerous signal, but her aura was not affected at all.
There was a touch of appreciation in Duke's eyes, but he didn't want to entangle too much, and was ready to fight quickly: "Good fighting spirit, but you should know that the gap in strength cannot be made up by faith." Aber took a deep breath. : "Beerker, you can't decide whether to win or lose. Just now, I'll wait until I win!"
As he spoke, Saber's aura that had been condensed through all the battles soared again, rushing toward Duke like a tide. Duke still has no pressure, but the Nightmare Warhorse is no longer good, the quality of this product is too low.
The panicked Mal lifted his forefoot and took two steps back unconsciously. For Saber, these two steps were the best offensive opportunities. If he missed it, he would not have a second time.
When the Wind King barrier was unlocked, Saber swung the Wind King Hammer in the opposite direction. With the counterforce of the wind, he instantly stepped over the distance between Duke and stood up, swinging his sword straight to the point of Duke.
Duke seemed to be frightened by the horse, unable to defend and evade for a while, and as soon as his stature stabilized, the golden sword of vows of victory was slashed down. Aber frowned, and the tip of the sword was only a palm away from the artery in Duke's neck. Her intuition told her that the sword must hit, but there was something wrong in her heart.
Is it because it's too easy? Aber can only think so. He swings his sword by a point faster, so the opportunity is ahead, even if it is a trap, he must try it.
Huh!
Top treasure, one sword 999!
The golden sword light slashed down, carrying Saber's conviction that he would win, and he slashed from Duke's neck to his waist in one fell swoop. The pupils in Saber's eyes shrank, and the sword didn't feel like it hit the entity. What she hit was a phantom.
How come, there is no moving track, why does it disappear?
Almost between the lightning and the fire, Saber immediately twisted his body in the air, holding his sword to block his chest, but the expected backstab did not appear.
"Sa...Saber..." At the side of the sports car, Alice Phil was trembling with Frostmourne on her neck.
"Alice!!" Saber took a breath and wanted to step forward, but worried that Alice Phil would be hurt.
Duke stood behind Alice Phil in the nightmare, and smiled at Saber with an unbelievable look: "General, the outcome is divided!"
"Space movement, magic or magic?" Being captured, Alice Phil did not panic too much, but instead set up Duke's intelligence.
"This is the old man's life-saving means, I can't tell you easily!"
Alice Phil guessed: "It's your horse, isn't this the inherent skill of that horse?"
"Really smart lady, but the old man doesn't like smart women, so please shut your mouth." Duke said, Frostmourne made a light stroke, leaving a trace of blood on Alice Phil's neck.
"Beerker!!"
Saber on the other side was already in a rage, and if it weren't for Duke's hostages, she would have rushed forward desperately.
"Okay, Saber, the old man is one step ahead, we will have a period later!" Duke grabbed Alice Phil, knocked it out in Saber's anger and hung it on his horse.
"Of course, you can also try to chase it over, but the old man doesn't guarantee whether this lady is complete." Duke said, turning away in the nightmare.
"Beerker, I, Altria Pendragon, swear by the name of King Arthur, I will kill you myself!" The excessive shame made Saber bit his lip, a trace of blood flowed down, and looked at Duke's back viciously. .
Pull it down, your Great Britain is dead, and it's useless to say these!
Duke rolled his eyes, gave a soft drink, and disappeared into the dark shadow with the nightmare. Saber looked at the direction he was leaving, tightened the sword in his hand, sighed in pain, and disappeared in place.
When Alice Phil was robbed, Saber knew she had to notify Keiji Eomiya as soon as possible. At the same time, she wanted to solve her happy doubts as to why Beerker would rather lay down the dignity of the knight and rob Alice Phil.
"Ari, don't have anything to do with you!"
At the same time, in the second half of the winding road, the former French marshal Giles de Les, who came to the rank of Caster, and the first fan of Joan of Arc, are waiting eagerly.
Although his eyes are big, they are useless, and they cannot see clearly. The gap between King Mao and Joan is so obvious that he can be regarded as the same person, and Joan will be very angry when he knows it.
"Strange, my Lord Saint, why haven't you come yet? Is it because the speed of the car is too slow... Don't wait any longer!"
At the second-floor clinic on the edge of the river, when Duke returned home, Sakura was already asleep, and only Lancelot was still waiting. Seeing Duke's safe return, he immediately stepped forward to hold the horse: "Master, have you encountered any danger?"
Lancelot was ordered to wait in the clinic, and he did sense that a follower appeared around him. He was one of Assassin's clones. The opponent circled Duke's magic workshop a few times before hesitated and left.
Therefore, even if there was a earth-shattering battle in the port not far away, Lancelot didn't dare to leave a step, but he never let go of the worry about the Master in his heart, especially when the Five Emperor Dragons took off, it really scared him a lot. jump.
Duke had lingering fears on his face, and he patted his chest with fear and said: "It is true that I have encountered a lot of danger, especially the female Saber. She recognized the identity of my lord, chasing me is just a hack. Can't come back."
Lancelot was furious when he heard this: "Asshole, as a hero, she is actually strong and weak, but because her rank is still ter, please rest assured, I Lancelot swears that I will kill him as a shame. "
"Uh...you can do it if you want, and I don't want it too much."
Lancelot heard the words, only realizing Duke's distrust of him, and immediately knelt down on one knee and said, "Master, since you called me in the Battle of the Holy Grail, then you should believe in my strength."
Duke nodded slightly. This is the rhythm of a fight. Lancelot has a melancholy temperament and is actually a militant: "Xiao Lan, I already understand what you mean. I'll give you a task tomorrow."
Lancelot gladly took the order, but when he stood up, he realized that there was still a woman hanging in the nightmare war. White winter clothes and silver hair, lying motionless on the horseback, he only paid attention to Duke before, glanced over, thinking it was a bed quilt.
"Master, is this person the enemy's master?"
"Not the Master, she is the wife of the Saber Master..." Duke looked angrily: "Hmph, that Saber chased me all the way, and I snatched her Master's wife over. It was a reward. Reported."
Lancelot said with shame: "Master, is this a bit...not good!"
Lancelot can probably also guess why Saber has been chasing Duke and hacking. Anyone who finds that his master's wife is abducted or is abducted by a man will be desperate.
"Xiao Lan, needless to say, I am determined. Take her to the basement and tie her up, I will prepare some props!"
"Props..." Lancelot's face stiffened and became weird. Did his Master turn someone else's wife green?
This is not enough, as an upright knight, I must stop this shameless behavior!
"Master, with all due respect, on your terms, you can find a more suitable partner~EbookFREE.me~ Duke raised his brows: "What do you want to say? "
"Master, this... hooks up other people's wives, and still forces... this kind of behavior... is wrong!"
Duke patted Lancelot on the shoulder when he heard the words: "Fortunately, you are still a knight. When you say this, won't your conscience hurt?"
Lancelot's figure swayed slightly, and his entire face turned into pig liver color. He didn't want to mention his previous pain, but for the sake of his Master, he decided to restore this past: "Master, you may have misunderstood. The princess and I... are not as unbearable as you think! Between us... is just a platonic spiritual love!"
"Why, the princess is ugly?"
"No, she is a rare beauty, both in appearance and in heart."
"You are so careful to observe..." Duke touched his chin and glanced up and down at Lancelot: "I see, you can't do it!"
Lancelot: "..."