Chapter 743: How can you be the master?

The situation in front of him made Kenneth unable to understand, let alone the cooperation of the two followers, he and Lancer were tired of parrying, the key is where the two strange followers emerged from. There was no wind at all. Could it be that the Holy Grail didn't think the Holy Grail battle was not exciting enough, so it summoned two followers?
The battlefield racing against time cannot make Kenneth think calmly, even if he thinks it is useless, in the preconceived notion, Berserker = Gandalf, so he would not understand if he wanted to break his head.
Huh!
Sword Qi swept across, only a white light flashed, and the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid was cut through a smooth fault.
The low temperature caused the mercury to be unable to continue to exist as a liquid. Kenneth had to increase the output of magic power and maintain its physical form. Even if it was forcibly maintained, it would not be able to take advantage of the integrated attack and defense of the Moon Spirit Liquid.
Sola, who had been beating soy sauce, was invaded by the cold air of the frozen human, her teeth trembled, and she subconsciously used flame magic. The flame made purely by magic only flew half the distance, and was dissipated by the low temperature cooling, without even touching the corners of Duke's clothes.
Kenneth guarded Sola behind him, knowing that if he didn't do anything, the battle of the Holy Grail was about to end. He is a first-rate magician, and he shouldn't be confused by negative emotions, especially in the crisis of life and death, calmness is more important than anything. But for the first half of his life, he walked on the broad road of good times, how to fight back in the face of adversity... He hadn't even experienced adversity, how to be calm.
Duke walked forward without hurries or slowness in his hand with a long sword. Every step he took was like a precise calculation, and the distance between the steps was exactly the same, which put more pressure on Kenneth.
"Kenneth what or something, are you not the elite of the clock tower, why are you showing such a poor level?" Duke continuously swung his long sword, cutting the mercury from the front.
Kenneth's face was flushed immediately when he heard the words, and Duke's ironic expression of'what's the matter with you, little man' on his face, like the ice around him, was eating away at his pride. The anger in his heart was directed at Duke, at himself, at Lancer, and at Webber. This was not the Holy Grail battle he wanted.
On the other side, sensing that the master was in danger, Lancer broke out with speed beyond the limit, suppressing Lancelot in close combat. The two spears swept like a gust of wind, imagining countless phantoms, and the inevitable Huang Qiangwei was robbing them again and again, trying to leave an unhealed curse on Lancelot.
It's a pity that, as a lucky E, the information of Magic Spear has already been informed by Duke. No matter how Lancer sells flaws to lure the enemy, attacking with injury for injury, Lancelot is still as stable as a dog, and he has no idea of ​​rushing forward.
The mentality gap seriously affected Lancer's performance. The more anxious he was, the more he couldn't break through Lancelot's blockade. A vicious circle formed. Lancer found the opportunity and stabbed his chest with a sword.
Lancer has agile skills and rich combat experience, so the wound is not deep, but it is inevitable that his body has stagnated for a while. Before the inevitable Huang Qiangwei could be recovered, Lancelot grasped the gun.
Under Lancer's horrified gaze, blood-colored lines spread from Lancelot's palm, and the virus generally eroded the inevitable yellow rose, so that he gradually lost control of the treasure.
What is this ability, and what is the rank of the enemy?
Lancer analyzed the enemy's ability to deprive others of treasures, but the specific historical figure was not recognized by King Mao, let alone him.
"Lancer, come back to me as fast as possible!" At the stage when Lancer and Lancelot were deadlocked, Kenneth finally gave the order under the name of Lingshu.
Lancer's figure faded, and Lanslot stabbed his sword directly through the phantom. Almost at the same time, Lancer crossed the space and appeared between Duke and Kenneth. He overturned the inevitable yellow rose and leaned towards Duke and rushed away.
"Master, be careful!" Lancelot was shocked, but Lancer was closer to Duke than him, so he had to remind him loudly.
"Sure enough, you are the master." Lancer's eyes lit up when he heard the words, speeding up the sprint, and the red magic spear stabbed out like a snake. As long as Duke was captured, he could turn defeat into victory.
The red spear light was fleeting, and the blink of an eye penetrated the air and appeared in front of Duke. Duke, who had been prepared for a long time, did not raise his sword to block, but, like Lancelot, grabbed the barrel of the gun, sharp and sharp, but could not go further.
"hiss--"
Lancer took a breath, and with this one move he could see that the enemy had unparalleled melee combat experience, and his eyesight and arm strength were second to none among the enemies he had experienced in his life.
Is this person really the master?
Lancer subconsciously denied it, preferring to believe that Duke was a follower. If he was the master, it would be too scary.
"It's dangerous, I was almost killed by you!" Duke had a relaxed expression on his face, and his arm holding the barrel of the gun was motionless. On the other hand, Lancer was already blushing under his struggle, and the strength of the two was not at the same level.
Lancer made a decisive decision. Since his strength was not enough, he would use his own advantages to quickly win. Taking a step forward, the inevitable yellow rose pierced Duke's ribs from bottom to top.
Cang!
The tip of the gun was frozen in the air, and the long sword in Duke's hand did not know when it blocked the front of Lancer's offensive line.
Damn it, where did the monsters pop up, one by one...
Lancer suddenly felt like he was kneeling, his speed and strength were not dominant, and even the enemy's combat experience might be better than him. Today was probably the last day of his Holy Grail battle.
"What a joke, how can you fall down here!" Lancer drank hard, and the huge magic power came out, the muscles of his arm swelled in a circle, and he pulled out the red magic spear from Duke's hand.
Sola's face turned pale behind Kenneth, Lancer's magic power was provided by her, and the short burst almost didn't drain her. But women in love are crazy, she bit her tongue, and she just took off the dizzy suffocation.
The pale face turned red, and in a daze, Sora gave birth to a kind of satisfaction!
Kenneth held his fiancee worriedly, his eyes full of concerned self-blame: "Sola, are you okay?"
Sora shook her head foolishly, and replied in a slightly dry voice: "It's okay, I feel very comfortable... Fortunately, don't worry about me."
In the center of the battlefield, Lancer danced two magic spears, one long and one short, like the wind with lightning-fast agility. They showed their top-level spear skills and fought with Duke madly.
With the continuous sound of breaking through the air like a muffled thunder, the two figures faded in place and became extremely blurred, which was the realization of the ultimate speed.
The offensives of lightning poured into each other, and dense sparks burst out in the air. The air current generated by the swing of the weapon collapsed after colliding, forming a strong air pressure sweeping in all directions. The criss-cross cutting marks appeared on the surrounding ground, walls, etc. The ceiling was directly lifted, and the roof was pierced, revealing the afternoon sun.
Unfortunately, in order to protect Sola, Kenneth was bounced off by the current, holding his fiancée in a coma.
The crisp metal collision sound continued, Lancer was about to vomit blood, no matter from which angle he shot, how the fighting rhythm changed, how the marksmanship changed, the monster on the opposite side could always interrupt his offensive at the first time, so don’t Seeing the battle scene, you come and go, in fact, he has been suppressed to look up.
This feeling... No, this fighting style is so familiar!
Lancer thought of the invincible figure sitting on the dragon's back that night, and his breath suddenly became chaotic. Knowing that it was leaking, he quickly raised his gun in front of him. With a flash of shadow in his eyes, Lancer felt that he had been hit hard in his abdomen, and was kicked out.
boom!
Lancer was kicked into the air with a heavy kick, and his whole body hit the wall covered with ice, half of his body embedded in it. Just waiting for him to get up, there was a darkness in front of him, and Duke, who was catching up to make up for the knife, pressed him on.
Hum! ! !
With a high concentration of magic power gathered in the palm of his hand, Duke held Lancer's head and detonated the compressed magic power to create a face-defying attack comparable to powerful explosives.
Lancelot was shocked watching the battle. Lancer's martial arts were comparable to him, and he was blown up by his own master in the frontal confrontation. Doesn't it mean that it would be no better to change to him.
There is a master who is stronger than himself, Lancelot is a bit lost, but more of ecstasy: "In this way, this battle of the Holy Grail must belong to the Master, and I can also have the opportunity to make a wish to the Holy Grail and let the king Give me sanctions."
"It looks like I won this battle~EbookFREE.me~ Duke was condescending, looking at the extremely weak Lancer.
Lancer smirked: "Don't pretend, this feeling of being seen through is not wrong, you are not a master, you are Berserker Gandalf!"
Duke heard the words and exclaimed: "As expected of Di Lu Muduo, his instincts are really sharp. My dual wielding mad war Gandalf hides so deeply that you have discovered it."
After all, Duke used Life Return again, manipulated facial muscles and hair, and transformed Gandalf's handsome old face.
Lancer smiled more miserably: "I knew..."
Duke brightened the back of his hand, stretched out his hand and attached it lightly, revealing a blood red curse: "You are only half right. I am Gandalf, but I am not a Berserker."
Lancer stared at the bright red Ling Shu in amazement, his pupils contracted into needle points, and he didn't listen to a word of what Duke said afterwards.
"You are actually the master, how could you be the master?" Lancer's brain went blank.