I became Clara after traveling through the alien mandrill!

At this moment, Clara and Saber have come to Yanagito Temple to face the servant who guards the mountain gate, Sasaki Kojiro.

"I didn't expect the rest of the lords to unite, can't you see the situation clearly? ......

In this way, the swordsman over there will stay, and the others will go, after all, I don't think I am strong.

Sasaki Kojiro seemed to be complaining about Medea watching here, and stood in the middle of the stairs with a long knife, which was much longer than the bearer.

Svaro carried Clara into the Yanagito Temple, and Sasaki did not stop him, and let the rest go as he promised, which made Artoria have a little admiration for Sasaki Kojiro as a swordsman.

"Kojiro Sasaki, there is no doubt that you are a powerful swordsman with faith."

"Haha, I didn't expect my real name to be directly revealed, although I'm just an ordinary person who was named Sasaki." Kojiro Sasaki looked a little embarrassed, and he seemed to have been very concerned about his being named Kojiro Sasaki.

"Swordsman, since you all know my real name, tell me your real name, isn't it too much?"

"Of course, Arthur King Artoria Pendragon, advised."

The swordsmen stood against each other, and with each other's real names known, a fair swordsman competition began.

Not to mention the fair duel between these two swordsmen, Clara, who has not had a break for a long time, has begun to fall asleep, such a large amount of brain power is comparable to the game of her when she was young and used an hour of liver to complete the rice to flicker the eagle horn yellow chicken Kulo waste, you never know how many mobile phones young people have for liver games.

"Mr. Evaro, the negotiation will be handed over to you, I'll rest first."

Svarro nodded, he knew the content of the negotiations, so it was no problem to let Clara rest, as Clara's companion, Mr. Svarro certainly knew how much effort Clara had put into this.

"Unknown Servant," Medea's figure hung high in the air, as if she didn't fear that Svarro would pose a threat.

"If you are willing to give me your lord, and give me your contract, I will spare you a life.

It's not that the alliance can't be discussed.

Naturally, Evaro could not agree, but persuaded Medea in the planned direction and strode closer.

"Medea, Servant, according to calculations, your master-slave desires do not need to resort to the Holy Grail."

"But the Holy Grail is capable of fulfilling all wishes."

Now it doesn't matter if the Holy Grail can fulfill the wish, it is another thing that matters.

"According to the data, the happiness index when you stay together is much higher than the happiness index brought by the Holy Grail. Presumably your desire is to be happy with each other, not to obtain the Holy Grail. "

They don't really care about the Holy Grail, it's just for the sake of each other's goals.

Media falls in love with Soichiro Katsugi and takes the Holy Grail in order to fulfill Soichiro Katsuki's wishes, and Soichiro is a cold-blooded killer who has no purpose other than a mission, and it wasn't until he met Medea that he had some emotional color.

"Since your wishes no longer require the Holy Grail, there will be no problem cooperating with us."

Just as Evaro stepped forward again, a red spear was thrown straight at Medea, and there was no doubt who the attacker was.

Swift and fast, Shvarro leapt to Medea's side, blocking the attack of the spear that pierced through the thorns with one hand, and the entire spear was completely submerged in Shvaro's forearm.

The treasure that broke the contract in Medea's hand froze, silently put it away, and looked in the direction of Svarro and the attacker.

Cu Chulainn, knowing that the attack had failed, silently retreated after recalling the piercing Deaththorn Spear from Govaro's arm, leaving one of Shvaro's arms completely useless.

"Ask your master, his wishes."

Swung off his scrapped left arm, leaving the pensive Medea alone.

When I came to the gate of Yanagito Temple, I saw Sasaki Kojiro and Artoria sitting on the steps of the door chatting, and it seemed that the two of them had a good time just now.

"The negotiation is over, let's go."

Artoria's departure made the gate of Yanagito Temple deserted again, and Sasaki Kojiro couldn't help but sigh.

"Female fox, you just go with them, hiss-"

Obviously, Sasaki's rib Medea was turned out, and he was even a little used to it, so getting used to it was a terrible thing.

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sword, what is it?

Emiya Shirou had seen all the swords, and they had different meanings, and whatever the purpose of their creation, they would be buried in the loess.

I'm afraid that those skilled craftsmen who forged famous swords can't tell what a sword is.

There are countless swords stuck in this world of mind, and they are undoubtedly the swords of their own time, but the sword endures, but the sword bearer is gone.

In the desolation as far as the eye could see, Emiya Shirou saw the sturdy figure that only existed in the memory of the light spine.

"Ying Xing?

"It's been a long time since anyone called that name."

He looked sideways at Emiya Shirou and shook his head in some frustration.

"The life of the short-lived species is so short, just like the sword-bearers you have seen, but with the passing of the sword-bearers, even the sharpest sword will be dull and meaningless as dust.

Because the sword doesn't mean anything in the first place.

He stood up and distanced himself from Emiya Shirou, the white shroud of the sword in his arms spreading out, revealing the shattered blade within.

Emiya Shirou had seen the sword, it was the sword forged by Ying Xing, and it was also the sword that killed Ying Xing, and this sword had its own name, and its name was:

"... Fragmented sword. "

The fragmented sword represents the rupture of the relationship between the five heroes on the clouds, although it has been reassembled by the blade, but there is a gap after all.

And now that he has shown this broken fragmented sword, he has already shown his identity, he is not the swordsmith who shook the fairy boat with a hundred years of life, but the blade who fell into madness and was bent on death.

"Come forward with your sword, and I'll tell you what my sword is."

Taking a deep breath, Emiya Shirou projected black and white swords with both hands, respectively for the cadre Mo Ye.

The cadre Mo Ye is named after the swordsmith, a sword belongs to the cadre, and a sword belongs to Mo Ye, which is a pair of male and female swords, never separated.

The blade rushed forward with the sword, and the pressure was extremely strong, and it was just a blow to smash the cadre Mo Xie.

"Empty the table, redo!"

Another pair of cadres Mo Ye projection, still easily broken by the blade.

"Lack of precipitation, come again!"

"It's getting worse and worse, redo!"

In the constant battle, Blade has been commenting on the shortcomings of Emiya Shirou's blade, like a swordsmith who is teaching his own skills.

With Blade's more relentless devil guidance than Saber and Archer, the speed of Emiya Shirou's projection has also become faster, and he can find the shortcomings in the projection treasure by himself, which makes Blade have a smile on his face.

"Boy, start now, try to kill me."

"Kill you?"

The blade is fragmented sword held down the cadre Mo Ye: "If you win, then I will lend you this detachment sword." "

Do the best I can!"

Emiya Shirou pushed the blade away with a shock of his double sword, and the sword mound on the ground trembled, and the sword stabbed towards the blade that was holding the fragmented hand. In the face of such an attack, the blade can easily break it with a single sword.

But after this sword was unearthed, more and more swords were pulled out of the ground and headed towards the blade.

"It's not painful at all, that's all you need?"

Among the ten thousand swords, the blade walked leisurely towards Emiya Shirou, and every time he swirled the sword, he was able to make a large number of swords fall.

Emiya Shirou exhaled heavily, resolutely took the initiative to approach the blade, and slashed at the blade in the ten thousand swords, gradually, Emiya Shirou was able to better control the flying sword, and some innocuous small wounds gradually appeared on the blade's body.

"Not bad, not bad!"

The blade slashed across the wrist, and the blood-red blood made the fragmentation sharper, destroying a large number of close swords, and Emiya Shirou had the protection of the cadre Mo Ye, so at the last moment, only a small bloody wound was drawn on his chest.

But this kind of growth is already a noble and fast soldier for Emiya Shirou, and the biggest disadvantage is that the move is not decisive enough.

With lightning speed, a flower spread out from the foot of the blade, and Emiya Shirou retreated in time but still stepped on the flower.

A sense of oppression made Emiya Shirou almost fall, but the blade's sword was already coming head-on, slashing at his chest, and suddenly blood splashed, allowing Shirou to see Emiya Kiritsugu on the other side.

"Hey, boy."

The blade's sword hung over Shirou's shoulder like this, and there was no scene of blood flying, but just a sense of déjà vu brought to Shirou by stepping on the other side of the flower.

"If you don't want to die, then treat every sword as your last sword, you can't protect yourself, what is the use of that sword?"

"Yes!"

No matter who the sword bearer is, he must regard the current sword as his last sword, which is the understanding of the blade to the sword.