Star God Ruler of the Moon

The weapons protruding from the grid turned into a rain of lightning and rained down on the mountain man, covering the surrounding land and mountains, as if suffering from a late-stage lack of firepower phobia, and crazily poured out attacks, turning the innocent land into a thousand scars Hundred holes, dilapidated.

"What's the matter? Where's the bell?"

Lancelot, who had a faint feeling in her heart, was talking to herself. Just as she was about to walk towards the place where the King of the End was, she was strongly stopped by Artoria, who was holding a holy spear.

Qianzicun, with one hand on his hip, was touching his neck with the other hand, while looking towards the place where the battle was about to break out, as if he had seen the final outcome in his eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

Hearing Qianzi Muramasa's exclamation, Lancelot immediately wanted to bypass Arturia who was blocking the way and rush over to see the situation, but how could the king who understands people's hearts let her go so easily.

The fully armed Artoria reappeared in front of Lancelot with no less speed, raised the holy spear and smashed it down at the opponent, causing the air to explode.

"Give up, I will not allow you to intervene in the battle of His Excellency the Mountain Man."

Facing Arturia's relentless bombardment, Lancelot set up the sharp gun in his hand to resist, but was still kicked back to its original position by the opponent with extraordinary strength.

Lancelot, who stabilized her body, just leaned on the sharp gun on the ground, when she heard a crisp sound of 'Bo', the illusion that had been acting on the surface of her body was shattered, revealing her hidden appearance and posture .

It was a tall girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old with outstanding beauty, short honey-colored hair hanging from the edge of the hood.

Her appearance is as delicate as an angel, her blue eyes are clearer than anything else, she has a very slender figure, but she has a heart no less than the size of a white gun.

He was wearing a slightly scruffy cloak, the long cloak hanging down to the boots, a pair of white jade-like long legs wrapped in black silk, the overall dress was more like a wandering mercenary or adventurer than a knight .

Seeing that the illusion on her body was broken, a look of surprise flashed across Lancelot's face, and then it turned into a slightly helpless smile, and raised her hand to lift the hood that was in the way.

Qianzicunzheng and Arturia were also taken aback by this change, but the two who had lived in the Xingyue Community for a long time seemed to have gotten used to it, and soon returned to normal.

"What a pretty girl. I don't know how that Mr. Lancelot in the community will feel? And the other Knights of the Round Table will also show interesting reactions."

The old-fashioned Qianzicun was muttering in a low voice, he was very familiar with everyone in the Knights of the Round Table, even a difficult guy like Mordred had a good relationship with him.

The stern-faced Artoria summoned the god horse Dong Stallion again, turned over and rode up, and pointed the holy spear in his hand at Lancelot, declaring war:

"My name is Arturia Pendragon, and I am King Arthur from another world. The battle between the knights is next, Sir Lancelot!!"

Lancelot, who knew that this battle was unavoidable, also summoned the magic horse, but after hearing Arturia's words, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and said in surprise:

"I didn't expect that King Arthur in another world was a girl, and she was also a beautiful woman."

Arturia couldn't help but get blue veins on her forehead when she heard the words. Although she didn't have any trouble with her gender, she was very upset when she heard this at first, and retorted:

"Both each other, I didn't expect that Sir Lancelot of this world would be a woman, and in terms of appearance alone, she could still be called the number one knight of the Knights of the Round Table."

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Chapter 280 The Sixth Adult Beauty Grandpa

On this side Lancelot and Arturia are fighting each other, while on the other side the battle between Rama and the Mountain Man has begun to steadily come to an end.

Facing the rain of divine relics coming from the sky, the old man of the mountain seemed very calm and unhurried, letting all kinds of divine relics hit him without dodging or avoiding.

"Is that all? In terms of destructive power, it is much worse than the King of Heroes."

Just like when Gilgamesh opened the King's Treasure, the weapons with only sharpness and toughness could not cause even the slightest damage to the mountain old man, and they were all bounced off by the expulsion cloak.

And even if it can break through the defense of the cloak, the old man of the mountain is still wearing black hideous armor forged from the same material as the great shield, and the defensive power of the death wing dragon scale is also trustworthy.

But just standing and being beaten has never been the style of the old man of the mountain. I saw his scarlet eyes suddenly staring at the sky, and the black and blue ghost fire that appeared out of thin air burned a large piece of divine equipment.

Due to the influence of the will of the mountain old man, the power of death contained in the underworld fire is greatly increased, even if it is a magic tool from the hands of elves or gods, it will be burned out in the shortest time.

The black-blue underworld fire that swept up and rose like a wave greeted the rain of lightning from the sky, devouring all the magical tools that came in greedily, like a bottomless pit that could not be filled at all.

Rama saw that the saturated full-coverage blow effect was not good, and immediately stopped the catharsis of the magic weapon wisely, and concentrated all his power on the divine knife of salvation.

"Savior Sword of Salvation, this battle is a battle against the Demon King!"

"Everything I do is righteous, even if it will make the land barren, even if it will dry up the river, even if it will make the sky chaotic, I will show the mighty power of this blade without hesitation!"

The white-gold light shining enough to blind people burst out from the Divine Saber of Salvation. Rama, who felt that he had been locked by the mountain man, knew that there was not much time left, and success or failure depended on the knife.

The pale brave man held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and rushed towards the approaching old man at full speed, and from the moment he stepped forward, the sound of the evening bell reverberating above the sky became turbulent.

After flashing in front of the Mountain Man at a speed almost teleporting, Rama, who held up the Divine Saber of Salvation, aimed at the opponent's neck and slashed down with all his strength. The power of this slash was enough to split the earth.

The light of the sword flashed like black lightning, and the mountain man firmly blocked the falling platinum slash with the sword of death with only one hand, his ordinary eyes were calm.

Seeing that the strong attack was ineffective, Rama subconsciously wanted to withdraw, but before he could make a move, he suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his abdomen, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Well, poof—"

Frostmourne, which appeared in the left hand of the Old Man of the Mountain at some time, has penetrated deeply into the body of the King of the End, and no one else has noticed the entire assassination process except himself.

Following the thrust forward, the Mountain Man took advantage of the opportunity to nail Rama to the ground with Frostmourne, and the Last King, who had the power to surpass the gods, was settled in two or three moves.

The Last King tried to resist, but the negative curse from Frostmourne weakened his body, and he couldn't even heal the wound to slow the bleeding.

The mantra full of its body has been reduced to Frostmourne's rations. Although the taste is not as good as that of the soul, Frost Sauce is never picky when hungry.

Feeling the passing of strength and life in his body, Rama resigned to his fate and gave up struggling, lay down on the ground and looked up to the sky, and stared at the mountain man standing in front of him.

"This battle...is my... defeat..."

Hearing the words of the last king, the old man of the mountain certainly understood what the other party meant, so he slowly raised the death sword in his hand, and slashed it down in response to the reverberating sound of the evening bell.

Looking at the deadly blade attacking him, Rama didn't show panic or fear, instead he felt an indescribable tranquility, as if this was the fate he had been looking forward to.

"The Feather of Death, cut off the destiny!"

Accompanied by the low voice of the mountain old man, the sword of death cut across the body of the last king and killed the covenant that bound him for an unknown number of years, while Rama, who was seriously injured, passed out instantly.

At the moment when Rama lost consciousness, his body turned into little golden light and returned to the Divine Saber of Salvation, and fell into a deep sleep again.

The old man of the mountain who had already completed the assassination didn't care about extra matters, and let Rama be taken away by the God of Salvation, while Qianzi Village was walking slowly from a distance.

"You don't seem to have killed him, man of the mountain."

Standing with folded arms, Qianzicun was staring at the Godly Salvation Knife stuck on the ground, with surprise on his face, and at the same time realized that the sound of the evening bell had stopped.

Facing Qianzi Muramasa's question, the Old Man of the Mountain looked up at the battle between Lancelot and Arturia in the sky, and gave a reply without haste:

"It was the King of the End that I beheaded, not Rama."

"Is that so? Although I don't know the difference, let me take it as it is."

Qianzicun, who has never liked to be troublesome, nodded. The question just now was out of curiosity. After pulling out the magic knife of salvation, he asked again:

"Then what are you going to do with this knife? It's not appropriate to stay in the human world."

Hearing this, the mountain man thought for a while, and found a good place for Rama and the Sword of Salvation, and immediately said to Qianzicunzheng:

"Let me handle this matter, but before that, you still need to forge this knife thoroughly, and improve it into suitable attributes and appearance."

Qianzicunzheng, who was playing with the magic knife, almost threw the knife out after hearing it. He sighed helplessly, and responded:

"Okay, okay, who told me to talk too much, half a day is enough for me."

The conversation between the two ended here. With the tacit consent of the old man of the mountain, Qianzicun left with the sword of salvation, planning to find a quiet and good place to continue swinging the hammer.

As for the two female knights who are still fighting in the sky, neither the Old Man of the Mountain nor the Muramasa of Thousand Sons intends to intervene, and let them decide the outcome by themselves.

The matter between King Arthur and the Knights of the Lake was originally a family matter within the Knights of the Round Table, and there was no hatred between the two people from different worlds.

About a day later, the old man of the mountain who retrieved the divine sword of salvation from Qianzi Village came to Youshi and found the courtyard where Sita lived in seclusion.

Sensing the arrival of the man of the mountain, the glass-eyed princess hurried out of the house to greet him, but the other party had already left, leaving only a silver-white long knife stuck in the courtyard.

Sita, who walked slowly to the God of Salvation Knife, felt the extremely familiar aura inside, reached out tremblingly and touched the handle of the knife, tears flowed down uncontrollably, enduring endless years of lovesickness along with the tears Dissolved with a whimper.

Sita, dressed in gorgeous twelve singles, bowed in the direction where the old man of the mountain left. She was so excited that she didn't know what to say for a while, so she spoke the words from her heart with the most sincerity.

"Thank you."

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Chapter 280 Seventh Inheritance Assessment of the Hierarch

In the early morning, the Dragon Hotel in the ruins of Tokyo, Japan.

The old man of the mountain had just taken a knife from Qianzi Village and went to the Nether World, and the other people living in the hotel also woke up from their sleep one after another, not bound by the curse of the bed at all.

The four masters and disciples of Xuanzang Sanzang gathered together to chant scriptures and worship Buddha, Sun Wukong and Sha Wujing were serious, but Zhu Bajie, who was greedy for sleep, took a meal, but he did not dare to doze off under the eyes of his master.

Miyamoto Musashi, who seems to be lazy on weekdays, has already dressed neatly, and is doing morning exercises with his apprentice Kiyoshuin Ena, so as to relax his muscles and bones.

Although it was just an extremely simple morning exercise, Kiyoshuin Ena still used the spirit descending technique and launched a wild offensive against Miyamoto Musashi with all his strength.

In the face of the deadly and fierce attack of knives, Miyamoto Musashi, who was holding two knives, still had a calm attitude, and he didn't even release his magic power, let alone open his eyes.

She waved the sword in her hand following the opponent's sword, and blocked all the sharp slashing and stabbing attacks from the defense of the two swords in a state of "no move wins with a move".

The lights and swords of the two clashes flickered in the kendo field, attracting the congregants of the Five Hells and the Japanese mysterious warriors to stop and watch, as if they wanted to learn some principles of kendo from it.

Luo Cuilian, who had already finished her morning training, stepped into the kendo arena. For 200 years, she has always maintained the habit of getting up at four o'clock in the morning to practice martial arts, regardless of seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Of course, if we really want to go back to the source, the teacher's biological clock of getting up at four o'clock in the morning to practice martial arts was still adjusted by the old man of the mountain, in order to squeeze out time to teach a lot of things.

And the hard-working Lu Yinghua naturally inherited the same work and rest time from his master. As a result, after seeing the old man of the mountain during this period, resentment always flashed in the eyes of the poor child from time to time.

Accompanied by the arrival of Hierarch Luo Hao, the people gathered around the Sword Dojo spontaneously gave way to both sides, and the noisy voices also disappeared in an instant.

After silently watching the battle for a while, Luo Cuilian, who had gained something, turned and left, commenting to herself:

"Compared to swordsmanship alone, Miyamoto Musashi is indeed at least a big realm stronger than me, but when it comes to martial arts, the situation has to be reversed."

Just one minute after Luo Cuilian left, the extremely fierce battle in the kendo field came to an end in an instant. Miyamoto Musashi, who had been defending from the beginning to the end, only fought back with a single blow to decide the winner.

Kiyoshuin Ena, who was standing still, felt the coldness on her neck. Even though she knew that Miyamoto Musashi was using the back of a sword, the girl couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat, as if she was frightened by the sword that contained the power of Asura. Arrived.

Seeing this, Miyamoto Musashi showed a hearty smile, and while withdrawing the long sword back into its sheath, he said energetically:

"That's the end of the morning teaching. After exercising the body, it's time to wash it off, and then enjoy a delicious, hot breakfast. Life is really happy!"

After recovering from his senses, Kiyoshuin Ena hurriedly bowed to Miyamoto Musashi, and after thanking Master for his hard work, he continued:

"Master, Ena has made up her mind after thinking about it for the past few days, and wants to learn the real two-sword style from you."

Miyamoto Musashi did not refuse when he heard the words, but asked rather puzzled:

"Well, isn't it good to go it alone? Why do you suddenly want to change your path?"

"Since Ena has joined the master's sect, she must not embarrass the master in the future, and the famous swordsman Miyamoto Musashi is Niten's first-class swordsmanship."

After listening to Qingqiu Yuan Eina's words, Miyamoto Musashi, who had already made arrangements, did not accept the girl's request, but explained:

"That's it, then there is no need. After a while, I will invite another swordsman to continue teaching you."

Kiyoshuin Ena showed a surprised expression when she heard the words, and just about to ask about the specific situation, Miyamoto Musashi patted her on the shoulder.

"The other party is Sasaki Kojiro from Iwai, when the time comes, try to learn from that guy's Tsubaki."

While talking, Miyamoto Musashi was rehearsing in his mind how to leave his apprentice to Kojiro Sasaki to be responsible, while he continued to live a happy life of leisure and debauchery.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant of the hotel.

Athena and Lancelot were confronting each other nervously, each holding a sickle and a sharp spear in their hands, as if they might start a fight at any time.

"Military God, who protects the ancestors of the gods, why did you appear here?"

Athena, who was holding a giant sickle in both hands, stared at Lancelo who was facing her and asked. There was no expression on her cold face, and a cold light shone in her black snake pupils.

Facing the hostile Athena, Lancelot was also a little surprised, and while putting the full plate in his hand aside, he muttered:

"The ancient queen? I really didn't expect to meet her here."

Due to the innate antagonistic relationship between the Mother Earth and the Hero of Steel, neither Athena nor Lancelot acted rashly, but neither did they relax their vigilance.