Chapter 1968 The chance of winning is very low(1/2)
"Whoosh!"
After Joseph drew out his sword, he held it in his hand, moved his steps, and rushed towards Nicholas like a strong wind.
"Chi! Chi! Chi!"
As soon as he took action, he used all his strength, and a sword light flashed through, with numerous phantoms and cold light flickering.
The air seemed to be cut open, and the sharpness of the sword was like ice and snow, lowering the surrounding temperature a few points.
Drawing the sword, charging, slashing, flowing and neat, all clearly show the power of this knight commander.
Seeing this scene in front of them, all the members of the Knights' eyes flashed with light.
There is no doubt that Joseph is the most powerful of the three Knights of the Round Table!
If we say who is most likely to defeat Nicholas, he deserves it! .??.
"Lord Joseph will definitely win!"
"He will definitely be able to kill this vampire and bring glory to the Knights of the Round Table!"
Everyone was looking forward to it, even Queen Mary looked slightly sideways.
If Joseph can't win a game, Xu Dong will be the only one left on the royal family's side.
He will have to fight three consecutive games to achieve the final victory.
This... is undoubtedly like a fantasy, it is simply impossible.
Of course, it's not that Queen Mary doesn't believe in Xu Dong's strength, it's just that the remaining two princes of the vampire clan are equally unfathomable.
Prince Nicholas is not the most powerful, and Milu, who has never made a move, may be the real killer.
"Whoosh!"
At this time, in the spotlight of everyone, Nicholas still had a calm expression on his face in the face of Joseph's violent slashing sword.
He put his hands behind his back and moved his feet like a ghost, instantly dodging Joseph's attack.
There is an indescribable ease.
When Joseph saw this, his face was like an iceberg, without any emotion.
He held his sword horizontally, stepped forward again, and used all his strength to slash at Nicholas!
"laugh!"
The air seemed to be split open, and a silver moon seemed to appear in Joseph's hands. The dazzling light made the onlookers subconsciously close their eyes.
Eye.
The next second, the silver moon changed and formed a cross.
"Cross cut!"
Joseph roared angrily, his strong body bursting with ferocious power, and he had an invincible aura that no one else could give him.
He has unleashed all his strength, all converging into this strike!
"Die!"
The cross slash burst out like a roaring wave, turning the air into a storm.
The storm headed towards Nicholas, carrying an overwhelming power and looking extremely terrifying.
"This shot is a bit interesting."
Nicholas showed no fear and even smiled.
Then, his right hand gradually changed, with black hair growing out, and his nails getting longer and longer, with distinct joints and thin bones.
In just a moment, it turned into a fleshy wing.
It's very hideous, very scary, and very disgusting.
Then, Nicholas raised his flesh wings and blocked the storm.
Like a towering mountain, all storms suddenly stopped.
"clang!"
There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and the sharp blade of the sword was blocked by the fleshy wings and stopped moving forward.
Joseph's face changed slightly, and when he looked closely, he saw that Nicholas only used his flesh wings to block the sharp blade, unable to move it at all.
Moreover, there was not a single trace left on the fleshy wings, which was simply terrifying.
"Is this still a human body?"
A thought suddenly flashed through Joseph's mind.
His attack could cut through even fine iron, but it could not break through Nicholas' body...
Isn’t this a fantasy?
"The momentum is pretty good, but the power is just a bit off."
At this time Nicholas even
He was making comments, shaking his head and sighing with unspeakable ridicule.
"Next, let you see the true strength of the Vampire Clan, break it to pieces!"
After finishing speaking, Nicholas suddenly burst out with a surging blood energy, overwhelming the sky and reaching into the sky!
"Ding!"
A slap on the meaty wings!
Nicholas broke Joseph's sword in an instant.
Then, he swung again, half of the blade heading towards Joseph's throat like a sharp blade.
If this blow were to hit, even if Joseph had ten lives, it would not be enough to kill him.
"Joseph! Be careful!"
Bart shouted. .??.
The expressions of other members of the Knights also changed greatly.
Queen Mary even put her heart in her throat, fearing that Joseph would be stained with blood.
However, as the most powerful Knight of the Round Table, Joseph had experienced hundreds of battles and naturally had extremely sharp reactions.
He remained calm as he waved the broken blade and slashed through the air.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
The blade, which was like a hidden weapon, was immediately hit and turned into countless small and broken "meteors", shrouding Nicholas.
"This is somewhat interesting."
Seeing this scene, Nicholas raised a smile on his lips, and then waved his flesh wings, like a shield, in front of him.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
There was a rapid and sharp collision sound, and those "meteors" fell to the ground one after another, but Nicholas was unscathed.
There were no traces left on the fleshy wing.
Everyone on the field looked extremely sad.
No one expected that Nicholas' physical body would be so powerful.
There was a hint of concentration in Joseph's eyes, and then he shouted angrily, and rushed forward like an arrow from a string.
"Well done!"
Nicholas laughed loudly and stamped his feet on the ground,
Packed with endless blood, it rushed forward.
Next, the two of them fought together like a whirlwind.
In the whirlwind, there are angry dragons, high-spirited fighting spirit, overwhelming blood, and endless metal storms.
With every collision, the air would thunder loudly, deafeningly, and the surging energy would boil the entire space, just like a tide.
Wave-like traces of air swept away in all directions.
Countless vampire warriors and royal knights with weak cultivations felt as if they were being suppressed by mountains, their faces were pale and they could not breathe.
Under this kind of power, dust and sand also flew up to cover the sky and the sun, completely covering the situation on the battlefield, making it impossible to capture it.
"Why can't you see me? How's the fight going?"
"Who can win?"
Every knight's heart is heavy, a little nervous, and a little hopeful.
Looking at the vampires, they are all extremely arrogant and calm.
"Haha, what's there to guess? In the end, the prince must win."
To be continued...