ebookslot Chapter 153 My King Jianfeng Points To The Direction Of Our Hearts
Chapter 153 My King Jianfeng Points To The Direction Of Our Hearts
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The whole sky is full of murderous atmosphere
The collision of green and gold made the whole world dim, thunder roared, and the void rippled.
Over there, the sky was regarded as a battlefield by both sides. The entire sky of Miyama Town was like an aurora, and they were fighting hand to hand at the speed of light.
tear!
Flying at extremely high speed, the Wings of Wind once again gathered the wind elements from all over the world. In the blue light, the right hand of Zhong Jie holding the Sword of Victory collapsed.
The high-intensity battle left his physical body unable to cope with it. He bit the tip of his tongue and spattered a few drops of blood onto the sword of victory.
This sword of the Lion King, whose authenticity is difficult to distinguish, turns from silver to red, which means scarlet blood.
The golden and sacred holy sword seems to be polluted by the blood of the secular sword holder. The pulse of the sword is the pulse of life and the beating pulse of the heart.
This sword is replaced by another person, inspiring the kingly aura of an alternative path.
The cells in the whole body of the young man with blond hair and red eyes who obtained the human body in the Fourth Holy Grail were excited. He had not experienced this feeling for a long time.
A battle between powerful enemies, a close battle.
"Zhaixiu!" He said proudly, looking down at all living beings in the world.
He is the king, he is the ancient king who rules all peoples, he is Gilgamesh, the twilight of the gods.
Clang!
There was another killing intent of gold and gold, and the dark clouds that gathered due to their momentum announced the end of the world in the sky of the remote mountain town.
This scene is like being stared into the abyss, such a terrifying vision.
Under the dark clouds of the vision, the figures of the two people fighting were blurred.
"Alice, what's the situation of your master? The oldest king dares to resist."
Outside the battlefield, the first person to see the doomsday scene, Tohsaka Rin's eyes were stung by dozens of flashing sparks.
The sparks rippled with a mighty halo of divine power. That was not called a halo. It was the power generated by the battle that was unparalleled in the world.
Alice opened the protective shield and said, "The master may have been born in the wrong era."
There is an uninvited priest in the Matou family, Father Mapo of Fuyuki Church.
The CPU of Father Mapo's brain is overloaded, and he needs to redefine heresy and the strength of the heretic little girl.
"Kotomine Kirei, you came to this old man's house without saying hello." The rickety Matou Zouken, as old as a mummy, also appeared on the roof.
"Master Matou, please have a designated candidate for the next Holy Grail War. If you can't choose, you will die!" Kotomine Kirei seemed to be pointing out something.
"hehe!"
As soon as he came to Jin Shining, Gilgamesh, fuck you, I'm not awesome enough to defeat a heroic spirit.
Two-thirds are gods and one-third are human blood.
Ha, Tsukasa grinned, with bright white teeth.
Feeling ridiculed, Jin Shining angrily said, "Zhaxiu, why are you laughing?"
"In China, dogs only care about bloodline." Someone's contempt.
"Dog! Miscellaneous cultivator, you said that this king is a dog, very good, very good." There was a sound of broken tooth sockets.
Hundreds of Lingyu's attacks continued, and the green light and shadow gradually weakened.
The blood vessels in the tiger's mouth were bleeding, and his successors could not keep up, and the blood-red lines of the sword of victory were withdrawing.
The divinity of the blood-fed sword is declining. There is a curve of peaks and valleys, which should be A-shaped.
How can a mortal body defeat heroic spirits, how can it defeat fantasy.
Clang!
Tsukasa was kicked in the abdomen, his throat was vomited, and several ribs were broken, too many to count. They were like falling cannonballs and falling circles of air.
His consciousness flew into the conversation with Wendy when he was young on the outskirts of Mondstadt, who was both his teacher and friend.
March shines together, what is a king, it is nothing more than dominance and benevolence.
Is he a king of high pressure, coercion, surrender, and intimidation?
Is he a king who is benevolent and kind to the people?
Do you have the qualifications to be a king?
Damn you Mad King, he thought, and in his haze, there was a figure in front of him.
The girl with blond hair, even with her back to him, could still see that her hair was silky and delicate, and her slender body was covered with a blue cold-proof cloak.
The cloak was so wide that he couldn't see clearly the armor he was wearing, but the standing hair stood in his line of sight.
Wherever my king's sword points, so is the direction of our hearts.
North of the Milky Way, my king is the most beautiful.
As he thought about these two sentences, my king turned to the fifteen-year-old boy with broken hair and bloodstains all over his body.
A pair of emerald-green eyes looked directly at him, standing alone in the depths of light and shadow, with an awe-inspiring heroic spirit.
Her cold expression was as clear and clear as a clear stream, but she looked like a fifteen or sixteen year old girl, so she didn't look like a majestic and noble king.
"Please tell me, are you my Master?" A clear yet elegant voice sounded.
Scold him to death? This idiot has a crazy brain and likes people to scold her.
In a strange visual illusion, the boy looked at the girl and muttered in Chinese, causing the girl to frown slightly, with a serious expression and some confusion.
But it doesn't damage her beauty at all. This man is not her Master, so how can he see her.
Another clear and clear voice: "Please tell me, are you my Master?"
Scold her to death, I never thought about becoming a master, I really never thought about stealing Emiya Shirou's eldest wife.
Is there any choice? The Holy Grail is a quagmire and a shocking scam. Seven participants choose one, and seven groups of masters and servants kill each other.
His spirit was confused and turbid. If he didn't choose, he would die. He would die. His body fell from a height and hit the ground from a height of several thousand meters.
Are you sure that the mortal body will not be vaporized? Alice entrusted the unconscious Miike Naeko to Tohsaka Rin and placed them in a safe place.
With sonic booms and high-speed teleportation, Alice's flying trajectory on the Z-axis was chasing the human body on the Y-axis of the projectile.
In Tosaka Rin's eyes, the broken line in the sky is L-shaped: "We have to catch up, come on"
She cheered and said that a battle of this level surpassed a battle of heroes.
I don’t know if I am, or if I can call you yours. Damn him, with a black and lustrous face with broken hair and scars all over his body, he limped towards King Da Mao.
My steps were shaky, and my deep black eyes were filled with the desire for life, but I only knew that if I didn’t choose, I would die.
I didn't want to die, and I couldn't die. I roared dryly in my throat, my voice was hoarse, my windbreaker was in a dog-like state, and my ribs were broken.
His arms hung down weakly, swaying, but his eyes were bright, his mouth could still speak, and his limbs could still move.
The desire to survive, the desire not to die, and the desire to become the master of a silly king closed his eyes.
Take a deep breath, roar loudly, shout loudly, live wildly loudly
"I am......"
"I have truly received your desire, and leave the rest to my Master."
The blond girl with dull hair smiled and nodded, faced him, stretched out her silver-gloved hand and patted the boy with short hair who was slightly taller than her.
"Really, I entrusted you with me."
Zhong Jie Xin'an slapped her on the shoulder and exchanged places. It would be great to have a Bodhi tree here.
He could have slept on the Bodhi tree, but unfortunately he didn't, and his consciousness returned to his physical body.
The blade of the Sword of Victory was cut on his wrist, and blood spilled into the sky. His face turned pale because of the bleeding.
Based on the mantra in memory, I can plausibly say:
Close it, close it, close it, close it, close it
Led by blood.
Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up
Use the body formation to create a closed loop of the summoning array.
The blond young man with the victor's posture in the sky felt a familiar aura.
"Saber..."
Before the fifth Holy Grail was opened, King Da Mao came to the world in advance.