My Heroic Life

The holy sword turned back and blocked the sickle, but the branches of trees comparable to the blade of the sword came from all directions. Altria wanted to find an ancient tree as a shelter, but the nearby was burned to a piece of scorched earth by Morgan, so she had to jump upwards. When she started, the roots drilled out of the soil entangled her feet.

"not good!"

The piercing of the trees, the sweeping of the sickle, and the burning of magic flames all swarmed for a while, and the various attacks seemed to play a movement to mourn the death of the enemy in advance.

The light blue magic power on her body boiled again, the stumbling roots were blown into pieces, Altria swung her sword round, and the stabbed trees broke in an instant. However, she did not feel any ease in front of Morgan. Her sickle gave her a lot of pressure.

Under the cover of magic flames and trees, the witch seemed to dance. The silver sickle in her hand swung like a full moon with her dance steps. The dripping water-like attacks gradually turned into violent storms, and the speed of cutting and harvesting became faster and faster.

"Clang clang clang!"

Altria has no idea how many combos he has blocked Morgan, his arms numb, and the holy sword trembles. No matter how outstanding martial arts, there must be gaps between consecutive attacks. But in the battle with Morgan, these Opportunities will be compensated by those wood envoys waiting for opportunities.

The magic flame burned along the silver sickle, and the platinum blonde witch seemed to be a god of death, and the continuous sound of gold and iron struck through the forest.

"clang!"

The long entanglement of the sword and the sickle came to the end. Morgan's horizontal cut took the holy sword to one side and finally broke Altria's defense. The corners of her mouth rose, her arm pulled back the sickle, and the top of the sickle's handle was like a hammer. , Smashed Altria's chest with a mighty force.

"boom!"

There was a strong wind blowing in the roar, and the inverted vision was accompanied by the blood spilling from the corner of the mouth. Altria's body flew nearly 100 meters like a cannonball before stopping in the wreckage of two ancient trees that had been broken.

His eyes were black and his consciousness was blurred. The armor on his chest was shattered and scattered all over the ground. Altria clenched her teeth with the holy sword and tried her best to stay awake, while the witch in the distance walked slowly after a blow.

"It's time to end Arthur, whether it's you or your kingdom."

Altria stood up hard, her eyes stubborn and unyielding, Morgan frowned unpleasantly at this look, and then seemed to think of something.

"By the way, you don't know yet, what does the Great Enchantment mean to Lan?"

"what?"

Looking at Altria who barely supported her body, Morgan told the truth blankly.

"Even if it is a powerful magician, even if it intercepts the magic power of the earth veins, it is not easy to support such a vast and powerful and continuous great enchantment. In fact, he uses most of his power to maintain the technique. "

"For him, who is in his own soul state, the Great Enchantment is like a parasite that sucks human blood, gradually degrading his life."

"You mean..."

"So, do you understand, guard Britain? Ha ha." The shining silver blade held high, Morgan hated: "Your so-called guardianship is based on his death."

The majestic power was compressed into the silver scythe, and the silver blade gleamed with a star-like brilliance. Morgan watched the shaken Altria and declared the end.

"Arthur, farewell, take your dream and wither the country."

The sickle was swung down, and the pitch black and starlight pistol rushed toward his face with the will to destroy all things. The Altriya treasure was already powerless to unfold and could only barely lift the holy sword to resist the attack.

In fact, she had a premonition in her vague consciousness that the defeat was set, but even so, she did not give up, but gritted her teeth to release all her magic power.

However, the next moment, a familiar voice came from behind, causing Altria's eyes to widen in surprise.

"Gorgeous to me..."

"Huguang..."

The red lightning and the brilliant lake light swept out from both sides behind her, and slammed into Morgan's ruinous black light in her surprised eyes.

The light of the three colors collided with the pile, and then shrank and exploded.

The dust was everywhere, and the white light stirred.

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Chapter 67 The Power of the Witch

"Lancelot, please go to the king's side."

The young girl in a long skirt looked at the knight in front of her, smiling gently.

It has been several days since the Arge Guiwen was severely injured and took the road and fled. The wanted Lancelot was supposed to hide like a mouse, but now he was able to reconnect with the man in front of him with the help of his friends. Meet the former queen.

But what embarrassed Lancelot was that after the meeting, the former queen Guinevere didn't talk about escaping from prison, but made such a request instead.

Yes, the beginning of the relationship between the two people was to support the Wang’s wish together. They gradually came together in mutual encouragement and pouring out. Although Guinevere loves herself, she also loves the king. In her opinion Exposure of the romance means to apologize with death.

Lancelot clenched his fists. As a knight from France, Lancelot paid more attention to the individual than the country. In his opinion, the happiness of the king and the happiness of Guinevere were the most important.

The contradiction couldn't be resolved in his heart, Lancelot frowned and fell into entanglement.

"Excuse me, why don't you listen to my suggestions?"

Lancelot turned his head and looked at the friend who helped him, who seemed to him the closest to the king.

"Lan Qing."

Guinevere nodded silently to him, expressing her willingness to listen.

"Although the source of the news cannot be disclosed, Wang, and even Britain, may be in crisis soon."

Yin Lan's opening remarks were straightforward and unbelievable, and Guinevere and Lancelot were speechless for a while in surprise.

"You don't need to worry about Guinevere, I will try to protect her anyway, but accordingly I need your help."

He stretched out his hand and opened his palm, and a lavender gem was lying quietly in his palm, refracting light.

"Lancelot, now you are wanted for a crime, are you still willing to swing your sword for the justice and loyalty in your heart? To protect Britain and the king with your life?"

The purple pupils gradually changed from shock to firmness, Lancelot stretched out his hand and took the shining gem without hesitation.

"As I wish!"

———

The white light of the explosion filled the field of vision, and there seemed to be thunder roaring in his ears. Although he was not hit, Altria, who was too close to the center of the explosion, still received a strong impact.

She struggled to block the sword in front of her, lowering her weight so that her thin body would not be blown away by the wind.

The next moment, two overlapping swords appeared in front of her, and the two backs blocked the hurricane and the bright light.