The sword of Wuhuguang exudes the aura of holy light, and for Esther, this light is not pleasing to the eye.
But that's how battles are, no matter how disgusting the enemy is, Esther will certainly not show weakness, so the blood on his body spreads, and the air is suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.
When Lancelot thought Esther would prepare some spell, the attack came out of the ground, and dark red thorns protruded from the ground without any warning.
Lancelot's reaction was not weak. As the successor of one of the Knights of the Round Table, his body had long been strengthened to the point of inhumanity, and his fighting spirit was naturally not weak.
Almost at the same time, Lancelot jumped up from the ground and avoided Esther's attacks.
In less than a blink of an eye, there was no place on the ground to stay.
However, after all, Lancelot was not fighting alone. Gawain was assisting him from the side. Gawain swung the giant sword in his hand and swept it towards the ground with all his strength.
The thorns protruding from the ground were harvested like grass. This was the first time since Esther came out of the coffin that someone was able to cut off the thorns on his own beast.
"It seems that the quality of the knights this year is not bad." Esther said.
At the same time, Lancelot, who landed on the ground, instantly burst out with strength, accelerated violently, and rushed in front of Esther as he spoke.
Lancelot knew very well that in the battle with the vampires, he could not distance himself from the opponent.
The damage of Wuguihuguang can leave scars on the vampire body, but we must not forget that it is a sword suitable for close combat, not a gun.
The sword light circulated, drawing a long trace of light in the air. Lancelot, who was lowering his posture, pulled the sword from top to bottom.
At the same time, Est twirled his palm, and the spell was completed almost instantly. A small shield formed by condensed magic appeared in Est's palm to resist Lancelot's attack.
It's just that the shield spell collapsed the moment it came into contact with the light of Wuhui Lake. As expected, this sword that has been passed down for a long time has the effect of breaking evil.
Esther naturally knew it, after all, he had been cut by this sword before.
The movement of his body did not fall, and he turned to the side in a smooth flow. At the same time, the sword hilt made of blood had condensed on his other hand.
The moment Esther turned around, he slashed towards Lancelot.
Lancelot, who missed the blow, had just the strength to lift the sword, and moved the sword light in a half arc above his head, and then collided with the blood sword condensed by Esther.
The huge repulsive force shook Lancelot's hand away, but his movements did not stop. Instead, he became faster and faster, and his attacks became more and more intensive.
There are no gorgeous words, no passionate expressions, just pure fighting, and only the sound of the collision of swords echoes.
There is always a kind of genius in the world. What ordinary people can achieve after a lifetime of hard work, for a genius only requires a sudden realization and a strange opportunity.
It's a pity that Esther does not belong to this category, at least in terms of his sword skills.
Compared to Lancelot's attainments in swordsmanship, Esther can only achieve this through strength and speed.
"Um?"
The arms exerted force again, and the swords of both sides collided together again. At least this time, Lancelot's figure took a few steps back due to the force of the shock.
In this way, I distanced myself from Esther.
But Esther, who had already distanced himself, did not rush to attack, but looked thoughtfully at the sword condensed with blood in his hand.
Then, the sword broke apart and exploded into blood beads.
On the other hand, Lancelot's Lake of No Regrets became brighter and brighter during the battle. The battle gradually awakened this sword from the dust of history.
The blood went back and returned to Esther's body.
"So equipment is very important." Esther nodded and said seriously.
"The time to go to Gulingsen must be put on the agenda."
At this time, Lancelot had already taken a good stance and attacked again.
The speed increased again, and it was almost approaching Lancelot's limit.
Lancelot locked his eyes firmly on the figure in front of him, but at the next moment, his vision blurred, and Esther's figure had disappeared.
When he felt the breath coming from his side, it was too late to react.
Rather than attacking with weapons, Esther prefers to rely on his fists and feet. After all, his body is the weapon he is most familiar with.
In Lancelot's sight, the world seemed to turn upside down in an instant. When he came back to his senses, his body had been hit hard on the ground.
boom--
The sound of the body hitting the ground was like a cannonball falling from the sky, and the land sank under the terrifying force.
"Your body is really strong." Esther assured that the force he had just used was equivalent to when he was unable to attack, or even a little stronger.
However, the damage caused to Lancelot was only a little damage to the internal organs. I really wonder who has a harder body than Fudo or Lancelot?
Esther thought in a very wicked way.
The name of the British knight is not a myth. When King Arthur was born, he had just become a vampire, and most of his battles with the first-generation Knights of the Round Table were defeated.
But it's different now. After thousands of years of growth, Esder's strength has accumulated to a terrifying level, not to mention that the battle under the abyss had polished him and turned him into a monster-like existence.
Although he is a monster to begin with.
At that time, most of the world's cutting-edge combat power had been lost in the Holy War, and those who survived by chance were just some old guys lingering on. I'm afraid there wouldn't be more than five fingers of monsters like him in the world.
Obviously, the UK is not among these five.
The impact from behind almost made Lancelot faint on the spot, but the knight's will did not allow him to lose at this time. He was about to prop up his body, but Esther's attack did not give him this chance.
In his eyes, Esther's hand blade was already stabbing towards his chest.
At this moment, a giant sword blocked Est's attack, preventing Est's arm from piercing Lancelot's chest.
Gawain struggled to resist Esther's strength.
This made Esther's face full of amusement.
"Can't the battle between knights be stopped? You are violating the spirit of chivalry, right?" Esther said.
"Then you must be a knight!" Gawain shot back.
Esther smiled and said: "Indeed, I am not a knight after all, so I don't have to be so upright, right?"
Chi——!
A series of muffled sounds were heard, and a few drops of blood splashed onto Esther's face.
Lancelot's pupils tightened, his vision was dyed red by blood, and there were dark red thorns that seemed to grow from his body. Is the dark red the color of the thorns themselves, or the color of his blood?
"Lancelot!!!" Gawain's voice came like a shout, seemingly with a heart-rending roar.
But at this moment, Lancelot only felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet.