Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

The girl in the black armor opened her eyes angrily. Her expression was half smile, half cry, half cry, laughing happily, crying sadly.

"Sometimes I'm thinking..."

Her heartbreak is like a sword, but also like an arrow, a sad little arrow.

"If my mother wasn't a king at the beginning, if my father was just an ordinary teacher at the beginning, what a happy ending it would be..."

It's a pity that all of this is just a bit of thought in Mordred's long years.

The father's stalwart and wise, perfect image has taken root in his heart since he was a child.

After her father left, this image became extremely perfect under the exaggeration of others, even more perfect than her mother, the Knight King.

So she looks forward to it, and her biggest dream since she was a child is to snatch her father.

"If you hadn't left, your Moni wouldn't have blamed that woman for all her mistakes, and there would be nothing later..."

"If...if you hadn't appeared in front of me, I wouldn't try that unforgettable pain again..."

The girl's eyes filled with tears again, and under the agitation of her mood, her face was full of joy and hatred.

"Father, in order not to hurt me so much, please die, please?"

A sword of sadness followed the line of cause and effect and the blood in the soul between father and daughter, and cut across it suddenly.

Liangyi wanted to concentrate his eyes and waved to the sky. At the same time as he raised his hand, a stream of light in the distance flickered and danced non-stop in the space, and it came to his hand in an instant.

In his hand was a slightly trembling ancient sword.

The Zhuxian Sword, which ignores space, left a faint ripple visible to the naked eye in the space between Fuyuki and Guanbuzi City.

As soon as I thought about it, I cut it down with a sword!

A pitch-black crack suddenly appeared in the space in front of the two of them, and it was unknown where Shura land was in it.

Mordred's sword, brewed with thousands of years of emotional thoughts, was swallowed by this gap.

He was just about to speak, but suddenly his expression changed slightly. Among thousands of causes and effects, the mental attack exiled in a different space was actually tracing the cause and effect, chasing and killing him from other dimensions.

"you……"

He was a little dumbfounded, but he was extremely relieved in his heart that his daughter's method was already quite good, not inferior to her mother.

The pure white feathers, the corners of the clothes fluttered quickly, obviously there was not much wind, but his clothes and hair were violently blowing.

Mordred, who lost his magic power after a single strike, saw that his father was on the spot, and his figure kept blurring and solidifying in a few breaths. Because the speed was too fast, it looked as if he was still in the spot. The ground has not moved.

His speed is very fast. Ten years later, he will be 01:30 stronger than he is now. His supernatural powers and mana are still at the original level, but his realm is too high. Even if it is just a conscious projection of the main body, it is definitely not The natives of this world can understand.

In terms of the sense of time passing, he doesn't have the ability to restrain and stretch from two seconds to ten years like the Creator, but he is similar to the Creator in terms of means in the space domain.

Although he could easily banish this sad sword to the depths of the universe, but he was reluctant.

The universe is infinitely large, which is the most visible and characteristic thing in the material world. It is cold, mechanical, without thoughts and emotions, only the most essential laws of material energy, and the concept of time is also spreading infinitely. It can be said that Mordred The current consciousness is completely unable to stay awake in the Milky Way, and will only get lost in the vast starry sky in the end, and gradually dissipate in the end.

The vastness and infinity of the universe is not what Mo Ni can bear now.

So he had to hide.

So he traveled thousands of miles during these few breaths, taking a little ice soul from the ice and snow in Antarctica.

In the next second, he appeared on the old battlefield in the Eastern European plains, where there were still traces of terror left by the Creator, and now a Taoist priest appeared in an area where almost no one set foot. With one step, the earth's crust turned over, and the thunder and fire that had been raging in this area for thousands of years were wiped out in an understatement.

In a few years, it will truly return to normal here, and in a few decades, maybe you can still see cattle and sheep in the wind.

The figure dissipated again, and Liangyi was about to come to Central Continent, on Lushan Mountain, Luo Cuilian, who was meditating silently in the bamboo house, suddenly opened her eyes, and invisible energy swept around, but found nothing.

The beautiful girl in the white Hanfu stared, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the powerful coercion made the whole Wulaofeng tremble violently.

"who is it?"

The crisp and tender voice, like an oriole out of the valley, made Liangyi, who was close at hand, smile slightly. He appeared in the hotel at the foot of Lushan Mountain, looked at the black girl who was awakened by the vision on the mountain, and sighed faintly.

"Well……"

With a lazy voice, the black His Royal Highness Ji Jun lazily called out to her primate killer. The big white dog stood up, put its front legs on the window and looked out, and whimpered after a while.

The petite princess nodded her head clearly: "It's an earthquake..."

Then she retracted the blanket again, gently stroking her lower abdomen with her small hands, the face of a 14-year-old girl showed the brilliance of motherhood, and the ancient red who was a little insomnia because she was woken up whispered: "Mom, isn't it?" A bad woman..."

He was right in front of her, his eyes were full of guilt and tenderness, he finally glanced at Hei Ji's lower abdomen, curled his lips in a strange expression, then took a step, and returned to the same place again, back to the courtyard of Matou's house.

You can travel tens of thousands of miles in one thought, and the space cannot be bound.

Hey, this is Wudi...

But he could only sigh helplessly, the sword of hate and poison that forced his life from thousands of different dimensions still traced the cause and effect, no matter where he ran, he couldn't hide it.

Mordred picked up the saber that fell on the ground, and glanced at his father again, with the emotion in his eyes.

After one glance, he turned around resolutely and ran away in a hurry.

The Taoist shook his head slightly, not knowing what expression he should make, that kind of childish tantrum would only make him feel bad.

One is a Heroic Spirit and the other is a Master. Even if she runs away now, wouldn't the Command Seal still have to obediently return to her side?

So he is not in a hurry, the most troublesome thing now is the sword intent that came after him.

This sword cannot go in and out of Qingming, open up the sky and open up the earth, and cut through the stars and cut the moon.

There is also no help from the mighty power of heaven and earth, no images of the sun, moon and stars, and no changing momentum of mountains and rivers.

Not to mention the sword Xuanyuan that guides the human world and the faith of all living beings.

This is just Mordred as an individual who has tormented his emotions to the extreme and the strongest sword.

There are 500 years of her emotions and thoughts in it, can he bear it?

Does he dare to bear it?

Liangyi wants to be equally curious, what kind of feelings does his daughter have for him?

How could it be so intense?

Having figured this out, he no longer dodged, and stood quietly waiting for the sword to arrive.

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Miserable, how can the word "miserable" be so great?Guess how many dead collections of this book there will be, and I can already foresee how I will feel when it hits shelves this Friday.

Don't pull me, I don't want women's clothing!

Chapter 113 Chapter [-] Qingyunmen Patriarch, Daoist Alexander

"As long as I can get the Holy Grail, I have no problem!"

Like a child having a temper tantrum, Weber sat down very dissatisfied, his size was in stark contrast to the Conqueror next to him.

If Alexander is an emperor who sits high on the dragon chair and dominates all directions, then beside him, the slender and short Weber is like a small yellow door...

He seems to be giving up on himself now: "I don't care what you do next, okay!"

Alexander, who was reading a book and flipping through the map, couldn't bear this guy's nagging: "No way! You are so annoying! This king will definitely help you get the Holy Grail, okay?"

Wei Bo looked at him suspiciously: "You seem to be quite confident, I said, is there any trump card that will win?"

"Are you out of your mind? The so-called soldiers are impermanent, and water is impermanent. How can there be such a thing as victory in this world? There are always victories and defeats in wars..."

The emperor squinted at his master, and suddenly there was a smile in his eyes: "Boy, so you want to see the power of this king?"

The little man was taken aback, and immediately said with a tiger face: "Of course! You have to prove it to make me believe you! I want to see if you can do it!"

"Humph--"

There was a hint of a smile on the king's lips, it was not a mockery, but he felt that such a thing had not been encountered for a long time.

Thinking about his generation of emperors, the territory he conquered is not small even among all the emperors in the world, leaving countless legends, but no matter whether it is praise or derogation, people have never doubted his strength.

Now, the brat's words made him angry and funny.

He stood up and drew his sword.

This sword should look heavy, broad, and rough in style. It can be seen from a glance that it is a big sword used for fighting on the battlefield.

Thick, rough, without complicated decoration, simple and powerful, it is in line with Alexander's style.

The sword light shines.

"Zheng-"

The tall and mighty King of Conquerors raised his sword to the sky and howled loudly: "The King of Conquerors - Iskandar! I will use this to aspire to supremacy!"

The voice fell, and thin lightning flashed in the air.

Holding the book in his arms, Wei Bo looked left and right, but found nothing wrong. It felt like the big man just slashed in the air with a sword.

But the lights on the bridge flickered suddenly, and there seemed to be something wrong with the circuit.

Wei Bo looked up suspiciously, but he heard thunder in the sky, and what surprised him even more was the vision in the sky at this time.

The dark clouds surged rapidly, and a huge vortex appeared in the sea of ​​clouds. In the vortex, thunder and lightning struck, and the world lost its voice for a moment.

"boom!"

A huge explosion exploded above their heads like a grenade, a thunder crashed to the ground, and the violent air flow blew away the young man who looked like a bamboo pole.

--what?Don't need to step on the seven stars?

Nine Heavens Xuan Sha, where did the spell that turned into divine thunder go?

By the way, isn't it really called the Excalibur Yulei Zhenjue?

In fact, you are the rumored Patriarch Qingye, right, King of Conquerors?

I've seen through you, don't think I can't recognize you if you change your skin color and hair!

The smoke cleared to reveal the Kamui wheel pulled by two cows...well, two cows.

It is rumored that the treasure related to Zeus, hey, it is the so-called ox cart!

That said, I always feel so low...