Chapter 32: The Paladin of the Round Table (III)

"Three round table knights, you and I can't do it here!" Fang Chen saw that Nangong Wan'er had left this place, and immediately let down a thought in his heart and said with a smile: "Of course, if you don't mind destroying this majestic building, I naturally don't mind even more."

"You don't have to anger us as a mysterious Eastern cultivator." Lancelot smiled and could not see any tendency to get angry. Fang Chen's face changed slightly. It was not scary to have many enemies. What was scary is that the other party was a calm master, so it would be difficult to defeat them one by one.

"In this kind of building, our British Empire can build countless pieces. Who has let us transport more gold from the Far East?" Kai laughed.

"Is that true?" Fang Chen's face changed drastically and he said coldly: "Since that's the case, you and I don't have to change the place. Anyway, this square is enough. Just you so-called round table knights are just a piece of cake for the real person."

"Go to die! Damn the Eastern Pig." Gao Wen was angry, his proud and arrogant Gao Wen was flew in the wind, and his blue eyes were shining with cold light. In an instant, the Holy Cross Sword that had been passed down for thousands of years in his hand burst out dazzling holy light, dispelling half of the fog and thick fog. A huge and holy power slashed at Fang Chen like thunder.

"Damn the Holy Light." Fang Chen roared, and the murderous intent hidden in his heart suddenly burst out. With a thought, the iron rod in his hand cut through the limitations of space. Golden lights waved out from the iron rod, forming a powerful golden dragon. The sound of the dragon roar resounded throughout the fog. The dragon's mouth opened, its sharp claws flashed, and it shone with golden light. It circled up and pilgrimage to the pilgrimage light.

With a loud "boom", two symphonys, the light was brilliant, like fireworks flashing in the night sky, with golden light scattered in every corner of the square. The huge impact force made the entire museum tremble a little, and the glass windows also whine, and finally turned into shattering one after another.

Soon the light disappeared and the mist disappeared. On the square, Fang Chen smiled and looked soaring, as if nothing had happened just now. However, Gao Wen paid a expensive price for his arrogance. His face was pale, and a trace of golden blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. The gorgeous knight suit was also destroyed like a beggar suit, where the original grace and dignity were found.

"Damn it!" Seeing this, Kai shot out angry flames from his eyes, as if Fang Chen's attack had just hit him in the face. As a proud knight, glory is not allowed to be insulted. However, the hateful oriental man in front of him was insulting the glory of the knight again and again.

"Hateful!" Lancelot's face was cold. At this time, he seemed to have done something wrong, and underestimated the ability of the mysterious Eastern monk in front of him. Gao Wen was obviously injured internally. Even if he could fight, his combat power would be greatly reduced. At this time, he realized that the girl should not have left just now, at least at this time, he could also slow down the hateful guy in front of him.

"Why, do you regret it?" Fang Chen showed a smile on his lips, as if he had seen through what Lancelot thought.

"Hmph, do you think we can't find her if that woman leaves?" Lancelot seemed to be swallowed by angry flames at this time. His hateful smile made him want to kill him immediately. "My intelligence department in the British Empire is not a vegetarian. Although the fog is heavy, it cannot withstand these searches."

"Is that true?" Fang Chen showed a lazy smile. The intelligence department of the British Empire was very powerful, but it could not be dealt with by those vampires. As long as Nangong Wan'er entered the vampire castle, these intelligence personnel would probably not dare to go in and catch people with a hundred courage.

"Damn the Eastern Pig." Lancelot shouted loudly, "Great Father, please give you the courage of a loyal slave! Summon!" A huge white light column fell from the night sky, shining Lancelot in the middle, and a mysterious force came from the unknown space.

Fang Chen was slightly shocked. What is this? Is it the art of asking for gods in China? It turns out that in the Chinese cultivation world, there is a sect that is famous for asking for gods. He relies on mysterious talismans to invite gods to serve the gods in the sky. Of course, there is also a time limit. It is the same as Lancelot in front of him, except that one uses prayer, while the other uses talismans to serve.

Fang Chen stared at Lancelot tightly, and in the blink of an eye, the mysterious white light disappeared in the air, while Lancelot opposite turned into an ancient knight from a medieval Europe. He wore a steel helmet on his head, and the steel helmet was engraved with beautiful and mysterious patterns. He wore this gorgeous armor, which also had beautiful patterns. Fang Chen felt a mysterious force in it, filling him with mysterious energy with murderous intent; he held a sharp spear in his right hand, about stubborn length; he held a shield in his left hand, and there was a pattern flowing on it, and a hidden energy fluctuated on it, and a tall horse was sitting under his crotch, or rather, a horse with two wings.

"Damn Eastern Pig, let you taste the power of my Round Table Knight today." The spear in his hand did not change at all, and rushed over with the war horse, as fast as rushing, as tall as a mountain, as deep as a sea, and as huge as a huge aura came over.

Fang Chen's face changed slightly, his body moved, and the red cloud under his feet supported Fang Chen and quickly rose up.

"Do you think you'll run away like this?" Lancelot, who was like a giant steel, sneered.

The white wings on the war horse flapped slightly, and a strong wind blew out of thin air, holding Lancelot and his men and horses into the sky for half the sky. The spear in his hand was accompanied by a sharp roar and stabbed Fang Chen, as if it was unstoppable and as fast as thunder, without any hesitation.

Fang Chen had never thought that this would allow him to get rid of Lancelot's attack. He was immediately with wings and was obviously a guy who could fly. This move could only eliminate the situation. Seeing Lancelot really flew in the air, there was no hesitation at all, and he raised the iron rod in his hand and was ready to meet him.

Suddenly, two cold shouts came from the square, "Great God of War, please give you the power of followers! Eliminate all the sins in front of you. The mystery of the God of War - the holy light." However, Kai and Gao Wen jointly issued their strongest power, hoping that the three of them would work together to kill the hateful Eastern monk in front of you under the horse.
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