Chapter 16 Holy Grail of Light

Twelve round table knights, take a step forward together, and the knight's swords in their hands are all raised in an instant,

"Well, you round table knights are really powerful, but tonight we have dispatched six at the prince level, and the rest are marquis and dukes."

Seeing the strong light power burst out from the twelve knights of the round table lined up in front of him, Prince Tumeng's eyes condensed, and the next moment, endless cold gushed out of his eyes,

"Do it, tonight will be your last glory."

The witch king's thin body was shrouded in a wide black robe, and the sound of the yin test sounded immediately. Looking at the knight of the round table in front of him, a blue cold flame appeared in his eyes,

"Bose, it seems that our Knights of the Round Table have not taken action for a long time, so that these dirty underground creatures dare to despise our majesty."

The sneer on Lancelot's face continued to expand, and the bright holy power on his body surged up in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, he turned his head and joked at a person beside him. In his eyes, there was a fierce murderous intention,

Bose, the nephew of Laslot, a fearless warrior,

"Then let them go to hell."

Among the twelve Knights of the Round Table, Ranmanok is the least easy to get along with. He is a little neurotic, the most obsessed and bloody killing. When he heard Lanrost's words, he immediately opened his mouth coldly,

At this time, Yi Qing stood quietly behind many dark creatures and looked at the twelve round table knights in front of him with great interest.

Yi Qing also knows something about the British Knights of the Round Table,

The role of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table in Britain is equivalent to that of the Dragon Group and China. They are the oldest qualified power institutions in the history of the world.

However, in the face of these round table knights, Yi Qing did not mean to do anything,

It's a natural disdain,

Yi Qing's goal is the king of Arthur who has not appeared so far. This will be a battle between the Chinese Dragon God and the British Guardian.

"Ji Jie, the night is our world, and we will bury you with this endless darkness."

Yi Qing looked around leisurely. Prince Tumeng here was impatient to grind his mouth with the knight of the round table again. He suddenly smiled, and a pair of huge golden bat wings behind him suddenly opened.

The next moment, driven by the bat wings, the whole body turned into an illusory and twisted phantom, and the palm of the hand protruding out was like claws, rubbing against the air and making a sharp explosion sound.

"No one can underestimate our glorious Knights of the Round Table, dirty underground creatures, go to hell."

When Lancelot saw the rapid attack of Prince Tumeng, he immediately drank coldly. The knight's sword in his hand was raised, and the knight's sword, which also belonged to the inheritance, immediately burst out the dazzling light.

In an instant, a large night sky was lit up, and immediately raging at Prince Tumeng like a flash of lightning,

"The majesty of my king and the glory of the knight of the round table cannot be provoked."

Seeing that Lancelot and Prince Tumon had fallen in hand, Gerrant, who looked as cold as a rock, suddenly roared,

The sharp eyes covered Prince Gasol in an instant. The next moment, his body suddenly moved and took the initiative to attack Prince Gasol.

"Hey hey, good to come. Let's kill them."

Seeing Gerrant coming from the direct attack, Prince Gasol suddenly raised a cruel sneer at the corners of his mouth. He did not flinch. He sprayed a strong dark power on his body and directly chose to fight without hesitation.

"Ji Jie"

After Prince Gasol, the princes of the two families of the secret party, as well as the blood wolf king and the witch king, all rose up, with a bloodthirsty sneer in their mouth, and a strong momentum burst out.

The body was like an eagle falcon. Each of them picked a knight of the round table and immediately rushed over fiercely.

After several giants, the members of the family brought by the four blood princes quickly divided into a duke to lead the two marquis, and immediately looked at the remaining six round table knights with a ferocious smile.

Boom

In front of the spacious gate of Glastonburg, a shocking roar of battle broke out in an instant,

The holy power of light and the strong dark power are constantly bombarded together. The originally silent night, accompanied by the awe-inspiring murder, suddenly became noisy,

"Damn dark creatures, look at my sacred light."

The whole spacious night sky was divided into twelve fierce battle areas. At this moment, Lancelot and Prince Tumeng kept fighting, generating a fierce roar in mid-air.

For a moment, neither of them could do anything to each other, but this stalemate immediately angered Lancelot, who was arrogant in his character,

After another fight with Prince Tumeng, Lancelot stepped back a few steps. The next moment, his angry face suddenly roared. The knight's sword in his hand was raised high, bursting out a bright holy light,

The next moment, the holy light containing the terrible power of light rose to the sky and immediately formed a huge holy cross sword above Lancelot's head, shining,

In the trembling, it immediately fell on Prince Tumon like a meteor falling,

"Gun of Hell."

I felt the terrible holy power from the huge holy cross sword, and Prince Tumeng's face was also fiercely blue and ferocious,

With an angry roar, the strong dark power on his body surged, and instantly condensed into a long gun no smaller than the Holy Cross sword in front of him,

The long gun was all dark, as if it really came from hell. There was a faint light flashing on the body of the gun, emitting an extremely evil and powerful momentum. As soon as it appeared, it immediately cut through the void and stabbed the holy cross sword,

Boom

The huge hell gun and the Holy Cross Sword were in contact in an instant, and the magnificent dark power and the holy power of light poured out. Suddenly, the whole void fell into a rage, and the chaotic airflow collapsed and burst out.

"Ji Jie, your light holy power is not my opponent, the gun of hell, break it."

In a few breaths, the dazzling holy power of light in the air suddenly darked, under the gun of hell, a burst of contractions and dispersed. Seeing this scene, Prince Tumeng suddenly laughed,

As soon as the laughter fell, the roar full of murderousness immediately spit out from Prince Tumeng's mouth,

Boom

With the sound of Prince Tumeng's shouting, I saw the huge gun of hell in the air, suddenly trembling and radiating the dark power again. The next breath, the holy cross sword facing the hell gun collapsed,

ci through the Holy Cross Sword, the momentum above the whole body of the hell gun is also suddenly weak, but it still exudes a fierce breath, automatically aiming at Lancelot below in mid-air, and the next moment, he suddenly stabs straight over,

"It's not good, the holy light guards."

Seeing the fierce sword of hell, Lancelot could no longer care about the surprise that his sacred light was broken. His handsome face suddenly changed. The next moment, he didn't think about it. The knight's sword in his hand immediately returned,

In Lancelot's body, the holy power of light surged out unreservedly in an instant, and a strong holy light bloomed on the knight's sword, forming a semi-circular holy light shield in front of Lancelot in an instant,

Bang,

At the moment when the holy light shield was formed, the gun of hell has brazenly hit the shield,

At the same time, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out on the holy light shield, trying to resist the power of the gun from hell,

The next moment, Lancelot's burly body was suddenly thrown back like a broken kite,