King's Landing

Bang!Boom boom boom!

A fierce battle is erupting near the port on the upper reaches of the Weiyuan River. The two sides fighting are red and white.

Why are you only talking about two figures?That's because their speed is so fast, they only hear the dull explosion of the container at the port, the huge steel box is pierced and torn like paper, and the ground made of reinforced concrete is covered with. A line of cracks, this degree of destructive power, even with the help of machinery, can not be achieved in a short time, but each collision between the two sides of the war can leave such traces.

"As an archer, you have this level of melee strength. Which era are you guys?"

Mordred, dressed in heavy red and white armor, cut off the opponent's double swords with great strength, and asked loudly in a rather unhappy tone.

"Should you report your own before asking the other party's name?"

The white-haired and red-robed hero hung his hands, and the two severed black and white knives recovered automatically.

"Since you refuse to say it, then forget it. Anyway, my purpose is to defeat you and then to ask the whereabouts of that boy."

The silver great sword cut through the air, Mordred with a strong killing intent, once again slashed towards the white-haired hero.

"If you want to defeat me, ask about the sword in my hand first."

Ding!

A pair of black and white knives held Mordred's great sword, and the two once again turned into light and shadow and collided crazily.

"You guy doesn't have a word of truth at all. How could a hero like you become an Archer of the three knight ranks! I think Caster and Assassin are more suitable for you!"

Mordred obviously despised the gray-haired man, so he did not show any mercy, and every time he cuts out, he did his best. Therefore, the two knives in the white-haired man’s hands basically can only resist once or twice and they will break in two, but even If it is broken, he can immediately show the new, which makes Mordred very depressed. She did not participate in the battle of Yanfeng Kiri, so she doesn't know much about the white-haired man's methods. If you know that he can be unlimited The projection of the black and white double knife, that will definitely change the tactics.

"This is not something you can say, but you, who were still acting with us a long time ago, but now they immediately turned against each other. What is going on with your Master? Is she dead? You have changed to another one. The Lord is not."

"Humph! Do you think I want to join forces with a despicable guy like you? A bastard who can even abandon his contractor at will, why didn't Ye leave you behind at that time! But it doesn't matter, if that's the case, let me solve it. Hello!"

"It seems that you have already changed the master, but your state seems to be very unstable, and your magic power is also weaker. Without Berserker's madness, your strength has been greatly reduced. You think you can win this way. I?"

"You are not much better. I must have suffered a serious injury at that time. Even if I didn't go crazy, it would be enough to defeat you!"

When the voice fell, Mordred gave a tender cry, and the silver giant sword in her hand burst out with scarlet light. This is the strongest power she can use now. There is no way. Before the contract with Kuu Mai was cut off , She has already consumed a lot of magic power, after all, Jiuu Wuya is not an orthodox magician and cannot provide her with magic power.

But now that the contract has been cut off, she has to resist the force recalled by the'world', she ran here on an impulse, without considering her own situation, and now it is too late to regret it. Fortunately, she also encountered a wounded heroic spirit. Mordred consciously still has a chance. As long as he defeats him, even if he didn’t press the boy who asked Jiuwu Mito, he can help Ye get rid of an enemy in the way. He owes Ye so much kindness, just use Pay back slowly in this way!

"So, this level cannot beat me."

Facing Mordred's sword spirit, the white-haired man waved his hands, and the black and white swords instantly transformed into a bow and an arrow.

The white-haired man drew the bow in less than a second, and the dark blue arrow burst out of the sky.

boom!!!

The arrow collided with the sword, and the aftermath of the explosion left a deep pit on the ground.

With this blow, the two were evenly matched. In the case of drastically reduced strength, both Mordred and the white-haired man are already at the limit. Of course, unless it is desperate or a Master provides huge magic power, Mordred may have Desperately thinking, but the white-haired man does not want to die here. He still has something to deal with with this half-crippled life.

"That's it, my task is just to lead you here. You shouldn't be chasing you in your current state."

"what?"

Mordred was still suspicious of what the white-haired man said, so she had to care about it.

Leading her here, is there an ambush here?

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly tightened, but at this moment, a feeling of extreme danger came from behind.

puff!

The severe pain caused Mordred to groan, and a dark dagger was completely submerged in her armor.

If it weren't for her B-level intuition, if it wasn't for the white-haired man to remind her, it must be her heart that this blow stabbed.

At the last moment, Mordred avoided the vital point and swung his sword to push back the enemy who had attacked her, but her situation was quite dangerous, her magic power was exhausted, her strength was greatly reduced, and now she was seriously injured. Approaching her silently, she obviously has super-high concealment skills. With her physical state, it is already the limit to avoid a blow. If the enemy attacks again, even if her intuition can sense danger in time, the dull body will also It is impossible to avoid it completely. Once hit the key, the end is self-evident.

Sure enough, after a long time, the sense of crisis once again enveloped my heart.

But just as Mordred gritted his teeth and prepared to work hard, the sense of crisis suddenly disappeared.

After leaving that sentence, the white-haired man retreated ahead of time. Only Mordred was present, and the enemy lurking in the dark. The opponent's concealment skill level was so high that she could not detect it with her perception. Why did the enemy stop suddenly? Up?

This question was quickly resolved, because a familiar figure appeared in Mordred's sight.