"As one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, I now officially relieve you of your knighthood! Simpson, your crime will be reviewed later... Now, give up your weapons and surrender immediately."

Mr. Gareth said seriously: "I hope that the weapons in my hands will be drawn out towards my colleagues."

"The Twelve Knights." Simpton smiled: "The great knight heritage... Gareth, do you think you can really beat me?"

Gareth didn't say much. After he decided to take action, he immediately activated his holy armor and rushed towards Simpton as quickly as possible.

The sword is raised...but with the hilt.

At this time, the sword hilt hit Simpson's abdomen at an extremely fast speed.

But what surprised Gareth was that such a heavy blow did not make Simpson lose the ability to move... It seemed that something was blocking his abdomen.

That's a piece of pitch black armor!

"You are still too kind."

The magic sword fell, forcing Gareth to retreat in an instant... The numb feeling coming from the tiger's mouth made Gareth secretly frightened at this moment.

Simpton's body was suddenly surrounded by scarlet demonic energy... On his body was a set of jet black and shiny armor, which was completely different from the holy armor. It was a terrifying black armor with a ferocious face like a wild beast!

"This is……"

"The magic sword... [Hegni]." Simpton slowly approached, the scarlet light of the magic sword in his hand becoming more and more powerful, "Mr. Gareth, it seems that you have not walked on the road of the Knights of the Round Table.

Too far...Is this the inherited power that you are proud of?"

As he said that, Simpton, who was wearing magic armor, suddenly disappeared... not moving at high speed, but really disappearing directly... or, transparent.

Gareth's eyes were sharp, observing everything around him keenly, and trying his best to listen to any sound!

Suddenly, his back felt cold! Knight Gareth turned around as quickly as possible to block. But the moment the sword in his hand blocked the blow that appeared out of thin air, Simpton disappeared again!

side!

Gareth's reaction was nothing short of unpleasant...even with this weird disappearing ability!

His long sword thrust out, and the black-armored figure flashed from the side. At this moment, he was stabbed directly by his sword and penetrated... The second one that appeared was just a phantom!

In a hurry, Gareth once again felt the opponent's third attack coming from behind him. He spun his leg directly, and this time the sword thrust out at the fastest speed.

In an instant, there were more than thirty stabs, and the sword light bloomed like fireworks!

This time, a physical blow came from the hilt of the sword, and dozens of broken holes appeared in the black armor of the figure in front of him.

But at this moment, a sword blade penetrated directly from Mr. Gareth's back.

"Who told you that this is a phantom..."

"Virtual reality...conversion..."

Gareth felt a suffocating feeling... his lungs were directly pierced by this magic sword!

Simpton chose to pull out the magic sword, which caused Gareth's pain to reach its peak in an instant!

He was kicked away by Simpson, and his body rolled on the ground like a ball... Vaguely, he just saw three figures in black armor, and they began to gradually overlap!

Gareth endured the pain and propped up his body with his sword. He felt like he hadn't breathed even once. His internal organs felt like being pricked by countless needles. The pain almost stripped away his senses.

"It's such a perfect thrust... If I were to hit him head-on, I would probably fall down in one blow, right?" Simpton came up with his sword, "It's a pity that you don't know my abilities very well."

cough……

Gareth coughed up a large mouthful of blood and felt his eyes gradually become dim and pale.

At this time, Simpton raised the magic sword in his hand again, and just when he was about to chop it down, he quickly retreated like lightning... Like a black lightning, he retreated more than ten meters, while holding his sword horizontally to block the attack.

in front of me.

An overwhelming and terrifying killing intent locked onto him in an instant, causing this instinctive retreat to appear all over Simpson's body!

"When did the Twelve Knights of the Round Table need to harm the enemies in front of them?"

The sound came from behind.

At this time, Gareth also felt a huge murderous intention coming from behind, as thick as substance... He looked back encouragingly.

In the long street, a thin man wearing a white suit was seen walking slowly step by step... The terrifying and rich murderous intent was emanating from this man's body.

As if visible to the naked eye... there is an aura of terror on the man's body all the time.

"Is it you?!" Gareth was seriously injured. He already had a huge headache. Now that he saw this person's appearance, his scalp was numb. "Farrell..."

The man in a white suit walked slowly to Gareth's side, glanced down, and snorted: "You have a weak backhand, a poor forehand, loose steps, and slow reaction! None of your moves are decent... Such swordsmanship,

Which loser taught you that?"

Gareth was speechless... and the situation did not allow him to speak at this time.

"See clearly! This is how the sword is used, kid!"

But Farrell reached out and grabbed Gareth's sword out of thin air. He held it in his hand and struck it casually!

There was no sword light, just a sword wind flying out caused by the pressure caused by the extremely fast swing of the sword!

On the road ahead, Simpson, who was already secretly on guard, only felt a breeze passing by his body... He did not feel any pain on his body.

Simpson couldn't help but frowned, but when he moved his wrist slightly, his expression suddenly changed drastically!

The magic armor he wore was shattered in an instant! At the same time, dozens of criss-crossing wounds appeared on his body... and blood spurted out.

The pain that followed almost overwhelmed the consciousness of Lord Simpton, and he... fell to his knees directly on the ground.

"Swing the sword 100,000 times with ten times the weight every day! Go back and practice again!"

Farrell snorted coldly, threw the sword away, and inserted it into the road floor in front of Gareth.

Mr. Gareth's throat made a growl.

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Chapter completed!