Faced with a sword that seemed to stab him straight in the throat, but in fact would undoubtedly cut off his head, Lancer's expressionless and calm face did not show a trace of panic. His gaze glanced at Qing unruly, snatched it, leaned back, and avoided the fatal sword with a near-limit physical posture, and at the same time, with the help of the tendency to lean back, the spear quickly opened up the distance on the ground, "Hmph, you guy is really not a simple existence, it is really unpleasant to hide and hide so far!" ”

Qing smiled casually, didn't give the other party time to breathe, and rushed forward to chase with his sword, "This is also a matter of no way, I don't plan to use all my strength now, in other words, I don't need all my strength for the time being, I regret your displeasure!" Coming to Lancer in an instant, the magic unleashed a charge and the sword in his hand, and it fell heavily on the violent slash that even the Servant might not be able to withstand. The spearman didn't care about the fatal drop of the sword, and raised the gun to hit Qing's abdomen.

'The thrust of the red spear destroys the flesh of the opponent before the slash of the blade' closely calculated the trend of the fight, and there was no doubt that this encounter was Lancer's superior skill. Between the damage to the body of the living and the damage to the spirit of the servant, this is not a choice in itself. Qing instantly dissipated the magic power on the sword, twisted the sword body, and forcibly resisted the fatal puncture with the counterweight of the hilt! At the same time, the huge tendon of Lancer's spear tip was also transmitted from the hilt----

That's enough strength to easily pick off a truck! Because Qing, who forcibly blocked the fatal blow, flew upside down and crashed into an office building like a bullet that was stimulated. The concrete walls are as fragile as paper, the office furnishings in the office building have been destroyed by the impact, and the various documents bound on A4 paper have been blown all over the air under the pressure of the wind! Flying upside down, he stabbed his sword sideways into the floor, and with the help of the resistance on the blade, he finally stopped the decline before he was about to crash out of the office building.

Standing up slowly at the finish line where the blade evolution ploughed through the entire floor, Qing raised his hand and pulled out the sword that had pierced deep into the floor of the office building, and waved his hand to dispel the cement dust that had been flying on the entire floor due to the impact and destruction. Like a haze, only a gray patch was left in the field of vision a meter away, and at this moment, a little red flashed in the dust, and in an instant, the red spear broke through the haze and came towards the door with a swirling wind!

'Aren't you going to give me a respite?' He gritted his teeth in frustration, and at the same time, with the help of the hazy gray curtain, a stabbing spear that hit the door directly, and the breath of the whole body was silently sealed, and he hid in the corner of the floor, relying on the cover of dust to quickly relieve the numb right wrist. It was really extremely dangerous to forcibly take Lancer's blow not long ago, and if you were one step later, you would be stabbed in a big hole, and that blow Lancer definitely used all his strength! That's definitely enough to take on Berserker.

The wrist that was numbed by the shock was recovering rapidly, and it was really surprising to the muscles of the spearman. Although the shocking blow did not seem dangerous, it was the truly terrifying place, a blow thrust that had no brilliance but contained extreme explosive power. And this is also a testament to Lancer's amazing fighting skills, using the fastest speed to budget a shot that kills faster than his opponent under the absolute lethal drop of the sword! And the difference between the two in all this is only in the weapon which touches the other's body first.

Qing sighed silently, this time he was undoubtedly careless, and if he miscalculated the opponent in the battle, he would make a surprise move, resulting in although he resisted the fatal blow, he also numbled his right hand that needed to hold the sword. But fortunately, because he has closed all his breath and power, he can only see a gray mist for the time being, and Lancer, who also can't sense his breath, can't detect the existence of his own body hidden in the dust.