As an outstanding figure in ancient times, Chen Yuyang was very clear about the concept of chaos. When the world and the world first appeared, chaos was born, Pangu. The breath of chaos was the original aura of all creatures, without color or tone, just chaos. After the great god Pangu opened the sky, colors appeared one after another, and creatures appeared. That was the transformation of the power of chaos.

Nowadays, King Arthur's sword in stone does not have much chaotic power, but that real chaos can nurture the chaos that all things. The power of chaos also has a unique feature, that is, it is irreversible. Once it is released, it will never be reversible, so he can eliminate Mozart's big rose.

Only a little bit of this energy can be used in battle, and then the person in battle can be restored to his best condition in an instant, without being injured or being injured. Only then did Chen Yuyang feel that this was an incredible force, and that Mozart did not make any big deal.

Facing the perfect repair function of the sword in the stone, Mozart had no choice. This was equivalent to fighting a person who could not be killed, forever endless. Facing King Arthur, he used dark magic to severely injure King Arthur many times, but in an instant, King Arthur recovered again and fought with him, which gave him a headache.

"Dark Saint Sword"

"King style!"

The two began to fight one by one. While Mozart was fighting, he had to be on guard against the branches growing wildly from below, which made him fight quite bitterly. The twelve round table knights below were waiting for the chaotic light to shine, and began to charge collectively, rushing towards Chen Yuyang.

They were all cold weapons that blessed the Holy Light, but their power should not be underestimated. The earth wolf appeared next to Chen Yuyang again, trying to stop these crazy people, but was stopped by Chen Yuyang. Chen Yuyang sneered: "Let me do it, I'm a little itchy!"

The wolf in the earth nodded, looking at King Arthur who was proud of himself in the sky with some gloating pleasure, and thought to himself: When you look good.

While fighting in the air, King Arthur was watching the twelve round table knights below. Today's focus was to eliminate this Eastern man. He was not in the mood to fight with Mozart. At this moment, he was just trying his best to deal with it, trying to delay time. Under the illumination of this chaotic light, which is what King Arthur thought of as the fighting spirit of the gods, he killed the man who caused the trouble as soon as possible.

Facing the twelve round table knights wearing armor, a long sword suddenly appeared in Chen Yuyang's hand. This sword is one of the ten ancient swords in the east. It was domineering. It was given by No. 2 during Chen Yuyang's wedding. After Chen Yuyang's continuous forging and adding various materials, it has become a magical artifact. Although it is not as good as the Xuanyuan Sword, it is not far from that.

As soon as the sword appeared, the sky and the earth changed color, and the rumbling thunder sounded in the air, shocking Mozart and King Arthur.

The sword moves with your heart, which is the highest mystery of Xiaoyao sword technique. Chen Yuyang went down with his sword energy, fighting with the twelve round table knights, and resisting these people with the strong body of the witch clan. At first, the twelve round table knights were wondering, this guy was as magical as the legendary one, and he didn’t have any powerful magic? So we became more and more brave as we fought.

Only the Dadi Canglang knew that his emperor was amusing. He had been invincible for too long and needed some people to accompany him to practice his skills.

Ruth looked nervously at the battle below and asked, "Uncle Lucifer, he, he won't have anything to do! He looks like he doesn't seem to be very good?"

Lucifer had a black line on his head, how could he do it? Only the innocent little girl like Ruth could say this. Lucifer had seen Chen Yuyang's methods. He could see that Chen Yuyang did not do his best. The blue flame was still lingering in his mind. How terrifying was it.

After fighting for a while, Chen Yuyang suddenly began to feel bored. These swords that blessed the Holy Light could not hurt him, nor did they have the chance to hurt him. He sighed again, invincibility is indeed a kind of sadness. Why?

After having enough fun, I didn't want to play anymore. Chen Yuyang suddenly jumped away, shook his head helplessly, and said, "It's boring, boring, so boring, okay, I've played too. Now it's time to send you and your Highness to the road!" Chen Yuyang's words were still understood by the Knights of the Twelve Round Tables, and they were angry.

However, before they could play angrily, something strange happened. Chen Yuyang's sword began to cover a purple flame. The power of the flame was very scorching, making them dare not look at it. Chen Yuyang smiled and said, "The sword walks around the dragon, the sword is proud of the sky, and one sword determines the Central Plains!"

The three swords in a series were powerful, and countless purple flames began to burn, burning the crazy-growing trees on the ground to ashes. This scene was terrifying, heartbeat, and shocking. Chen Yuyang's sword was still moving, and King Arthur above was still watching, staring, and he began to exclaim.

At the same time, a black light hit King Arthur's body, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. But in an instant, under the light, he stood up again, wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth, and sneered: "Mozart, you can't win me. With my sword in the stone, you can't win me, absolutely can't win!"

However, when he saw the twelve round table knights below, he could no longer laugh because he saw an extremely huge golden hand, slapped the twelve round table knights swarming up like a fly, and slapped the ground one by one.

Chen Yuyang was still playing, and he seemed to have not played enough, and he had not finished playing. Not only King Arthur was shocked in the sky, but also Mozart. He now realized that this was the emperor of the demon clan, the power of the emperor, and he was flying in the air like a fly.

But that's not the end. Every time Chen Yuyang's huge palm came, the round table knights were trapped in the soil for half a minute until they bury their whole bodies in the soil in this cycle. Then anyone showed up. There was a reflection of the chaotic light. These round table knights were immortal, but their bodies were buried in the soil and could not come out at all, which made them unable to feel the brilliance of chaos.

After a while, Lucifer reminded him: "Chen, stop playing, just keep them!"

Chen Yuyang looked at Lucifer in confusion and smiled: "Okay, okay, you Westerners are always so serious!"

As he said that, Chen Yuyang said loudly to the sky: "His Excellency Mozart, it's time to end. Let me do it!"

Mozart quickly moved away and saw a cold sword flying straight towards King Arthur, not giving him a chance to breathe. King Arthur was stunned and wanted to use his own sword in stone to resist it. He just put the witness on his chest, but the domineering Taia was not affected at all.

Like a gorgeous white light, it penetrated King Arthur's body, leaving a hole on the sword in the stone. Although King Arthur was in pain, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Hahaha, you can't kill me, you can't kill me!"

Chen Yuyang ignored him at all, because while the Taia sword penetrated King Arthur's body, it also flew towards the scabbard of the stone sword on his head. The reason why the stone sword is called magic is because the scabbard, the huge and ugly stone. Now the stone was shattered by Taia's light, and small pieces of fragments began to fall into the soil and disappeared in an instant.

Chen Yuyang pointed to the sky and smiled. King Arthur also felt something was wrong. He saw small pieces flying over his head and landing in front of him. Without the chaotic light, the cave in King Arthur's heart became bigger and bigger. Suddenly, he howled in pain, and his whole body began to burst.

This scene made Mozart feel extremely frightened. If the sword just now was not aimed at King Arthur, but himself, his body would probably have been penetrated. Such powerful power has been deeply imprinted in Mozart's heart and is indelible. He began to consider the possibility of cooperation with Chen Yuyang.

However, the sword in the stone is worthy of being a magic weapon. After being shot down, it condensed again and stayed on the ground intact. However, his master has passed away and no one can drive him. He can only quietly and quietly wait for the next generation of King Arthur to appear.

The same fate as King Arthur was also the Twelve Knights of the Round Table. Chen Yuyang came to the middle of the ancient castle compound and stomped his feet heavily. The entire land began to sink, revealing the heads of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table. They were covered in dust. Chen Yuyang stomped his feet again, and the twelve people began to jump out of the soil.

Looking at the twelve round table knights who were dirty and wailing on the ground, Chen Yuyang smiled and said, "His Excellency Mozart, how should we deal with these people?"

Mozart said coldly: "Kill it!"

"Okay, listen to you!" Chen Yuyang's smile did not diminish. With a wave of his hand, the twelve round table knights slowly turned into pieces of yellow and golden sand. This move was a shock, shocking Mozart, and Mozart was indeed shocked. What kind of power did this turn people into sand.

In this way, the twelve people evaporated from the world silently without any trace.

At this point, the era of King Arthur in England has passed. The generation of King Arthur and the Twelve Round Table Knights may be the most sad. Even the body was not left behind. This made the British people gradually forget the legendary hero. What followed was the darkness shrouding Britain, and the era of blood clans had arrived!hf();
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