The sword blade is like an innumerable cathartic rainstorm in the sky, and the sword light is like cutting through space, coming and going, invisible and shadowless, but containing killing intentions! One advance and one retreat, the attack and defense are stalemate, this is not a battle that can be described by human skills, but a transcendent martial art that can only be used when it reaches the existence of the divine domain! Swing the blade with a strong sword technique, and the opponent blocks the seemingly impossible attack with stronger skills! It will give a counterattack slash with even more terrifying swordsmanship!

One advance and one retreat can't see the existence of victory or defeat at all, Qing has to be surprised that Berserker, who has recovered a certain level of sanity, will be so fierce and more powerful than the previous martial arts! Relying on its strength, Berserker subtly stood at the same height as the green! A burst of green gains an advantage to face the brazen attack of Berserker, and a burst of green can only turn the attack into defense by Berserker, advancing and retreating on the floor that Qing has greatly strengthened! The brutal attack gave a brutal counterattack, and even the solid ground seemed to have been overwhelmed by a farming machine, leaving only a thin layer that barely supported the entire house from collapsing!

Facing Berserker, whose black mist was getting thinner and thinner, his armor also entered Qing's eyes. However, it is the attack of Berserker that needs to be paid more attention to by Qing! It can be said that he extracted the memory of the battle from the depths of the turbid memory like a step-by-step awakening, and he could only sigh when he saw such a green face. Sighing that what he has is not a body suitable for fighting, and being able to retain some of his martial arts in life is still at the limit of being green-----

But these alone still can't be judged, and Qing will definitely lose! Because Qing's martial arts before his death did not rely on any cheats to practice, but the skills that he exchanged for blood and wounds with the strong! For Qing, martial arts and sword art are like life, which can grow infinitely, and it is an existence with no end. The slashing sword smashed on top of Berserker's head and was blocked by his sword! A large number of sparks flew down, spilling onto Berserker's helmet without any mistakes. Inertia caused Berserker to shake his head and spark away, but it was undoubtedly a deliberate trick used by Hit Young.

Qing immediately swung his sword back, the center of gravity of his body twisted, and a sudden side kick was like a giant sledgehammer hitting Berserker's right shoulder! Berserker was shot out defenseless under this instant's attack! The slamming into the only outer wall of the house pierced the wall with a bang! Berserker flew out of the house after crashing into a large hole.

Qing looked at the big hole not far away, stepped on the fragile ground under his feet, and then Qing also rushed out of the house along the big hole. The beaten second floor has little ability to continue to withstand the battle between the two, otherwise Qing would not have used clumsy means to knock Berserker, who would not have consulted with Qing at all, out of the house without negotiation. Helplessly, this is also a piece of snow painting that Qing avoids fighting in that room, and is injured by the Servant outside of the battle.

At this time, Qing's feet had just landed, and Berserker had already rushed in front of Qing! The stabbing sword gave Qing a tingling sense of familiarity, which was not a warning from his intuition, but a feeling that came from the depths of Qing's soul. However, Qing's current body is not the unreal body it once was. A black blade sweep will knock the straight stab away! Without any will, everything is like nature, and Qing Shun slashed down! It was a counterattack that Qing had remembered not being used.

[Snort!!] The blade of the sword entered the flesh, and the bright red blood sprinkled on the green armor. Berserker, who was covering his left shoulder, urgently distanced himself from Qing, and the wound on his shoulder almost reached the chest cavity! In addition to the blood that poured out, there was only blood water. Qing Zhenjian shook the blood droplets on the sword's body, and stood in place silently looking at the berserker in front of him, with no intention of pursuing the victory at all.

Berserker had no more ability to fight back, and Qing's sword had reached his heart, and although it didn't break the ringer and the great arteries, many collateral blood vessels were still split. There was not much mana to supply, and after fighting until now, Berserker did not have much mana to heal such a huge wound. The man who was still standing with his sword on his shoulders and his will was still strong even after the madness.

But he was powerless, traumatized and weakened by his magic, Berserker's powerful body was like an unpowered machine. Qing stood quietly in place, just waiting, and the Berserker would eventually disappear. This battle is not over, but it is over. With a low cry, the berserker's black armor became clearer and clearer in Qing's eyes, still the same as when they first met. It's a pity that the person wearing it now is not the calm and kind knight he once was.

The so-called Holy Grail War is a bad game, and I don't know why this idea came to Qing's heart. Perhaps it is because of the joy of living again, and being able to meet people again who would never have met again, these are undoubtedly gratifying---- but the final result is to fight each other, and only the last person alive is entitled to the so-called "live" right, and even fulfill all wishes. For the desire that cannot be abandoned, he slashes against his former companions. Extremely clumsy----

Silently taking one last look at his former friend, Qing Shujian turned around and left, his own master was still waiting for him, and he couldn't leave it aside because of some personal grudges. --------Qing Gang slowed down after taking a few steps, it was a voice from behind, the person who had no other words and language other than roaring. [Wait a minute------ ----]. It's a word that's more incomprehensible than a child's language, but its meaning is incomparably simpler.

"I didn't expect you to be able to regain some consciousness after the magic ran out, is it a madness? -----But I really didn't expect to have the opportunity to say a word or two to this friend of yours. Qing turned to look at the vanishing berserker, or Lancelot.

The scattered black hair was scattered like weeds, the black helmet had disappeared for some time, and the face that still remained of madness had a contrary calm, and the sharp teeth were exposed like beasts. Qing looked at him silently, he had the honor of defeating his friend "The first knight of Camelot didn't expect to fall into such a field, it's ironic------"