Hail the King

Chapter 397 , Battle at the Peak [V]

On the top of Jianfeng, under the bright moon.

That slightly thin figure was none other than the mysterious strong man who had been carefully teaching Fei in the [Great Pit Battlefield] deep in the Moro Mountains some time ago.

Zenit Vu Santa Krasic! !

An extremely dazzling and glorious name, these four characters represent a legend and a kind of honor.

Fei had guessed many times that he could easily take out Emperor Yassin's cultivation handbook and many advanced cheats from the imperial arsenal. What is the identity of this mysterious strong man, Emperor Yassin? Experts outside the world? Or is it Akinfeev, the Grand Knight Commander of the Knights Hall who never sees the end of the dragon? I just didn't expect that this mysterious strong man turned out to be Saint Krasic, the supreme warrior of the empire!

Fei couldn't help standing up immediately, and opened his mouth to shout: "Senior!"

"En." Standing tall on the top of the mountain, Krasic Wu Sheng turned his head to look at Fei, and nodded slightly. His figure was as majestic as a mountain. With a kind of demonic nature, strong winds that cannot be seen by the naked eye overflowed into the dark sky, making everyone feel terrible pressure, as if a demon god came to the world.

After receiving Wu Sheng Krasic's response, Fei's mood suddenly became very good.

What Fei cared about was not Krasic's status as a Martial Saint, but the care and love that this silent and emaciated elder had always shown him.

At the beginning, Fei was chased and killed by the mysterious and powerful assassin in the twenty-mile affiliated state camp. It was Wu Sheng Krasic who came here in person. The battle between the two of them resulted in the [Great Pit Battlefield] with a radius of one thousand meters and the turbulent flow of fighting spirit in the void with the imprint of fisting, which severely injured the powerful assassin. Point out to Fei, as long as Sun Fei has requirements in martial arts, he will try his best to meet them, and even the martial arts cultivation experience of Emperor Yassin of the empire can be used for Fei to figure out and learn...

Although the contact was only less than 20 days, it was during this time that Fei's martial arts foundation in the real world was formed, and it was also during this time that Fei's concentration and reintegration of the lethality of various characters in the dark world In a short period of time, a prototype was finally formed.

For Fei, Krasic is not a lofty Imperial Martial Saint, but a relative who is like a teacher, father, teacher and friend.

For this Imperial Martial Saint, Fei had more respect and gratitude in his heart.

I originally thought that I didn't know when I would meet the mysterious strong man again,

But fate is so wonderful, who knew that the two would meet again so soon, and they still met on this occasion.

"Senior, be careful." At this moment, Fei's concern was chaotic, and he felt a little uneasy, so he couldn't help shouting again.

"En." Krasic nodded slightly, still indifferent.

But just these two sentences of "en" have shocked countless people around, especially those nobles of Zenit. All kinds of legends about martial saints have long worn their ears. It is said that this imperial martial saint is extremely indifferent. Santa Krasic didn't even get a word of "graciousness" from the imperial martial sage. In comparison, King Chambord was also famous, but compared with the Pope, he was still far behind. The favor of the Imperial Martial Saint?

For a moment, even the eldest princess and Paris looked at Fei with undisguised surprise.

The shock in the hearts of the fourth prince Christo and some other nobles was even more indescribable. The corner of Christo's mouth twitched, and he realized that he seemed to have done something wrong. I don't know if it is too late to fix it now?

On the other hand, the second prince, Dominguez, was still not surprised at all, as if he hadn't seen or heard anything, he happily teased the disabled puppy Oka in his arms, the little pink tongue deep inside the puppy He licked the prince's cheek piercingly, and his big black eyes were full of intimacy with his master.

"This young man is your disciple?" On the summit of Jianfeng, Spartacus Saint Iaquinta, who had been silent all this time, raised his eyebrows, and the pupils of his eyes turned blood-red for some reason, radiating scorching flames. Guanghua asked suddenly.

"No." Krasic shook his head slightly, not caring about the abnormality of Iaquinta's pupils.

"Master, he is the Zenit who injured Brother Barton." Someone among the Spartak warriors below replied loudly.

"Oh?" Iaquinta's pupils shone down like two magic lamps.

The gloomy sky made Jianfeng a little dark at dusk, and the pupils of the Spartacus warrior gave people a strange atmosphere, like two fire-colored lightnings tore the sky and split it down. It was just a look , brought tremendous pressure, and the people around the open grassland changed color one after another, and the ones with the most strength already fell to their knees and howled and struggled.

As for Fei, he was enveloped by these two lightning-like eyes.

"Hahaha, old guy, you think you are the lighthouse of the air terminal, what are you looking at?" Fei thought about it, and suddenly yelled at him without grace. Even with the naked eye, some fine dirt and grass clippings floated gently as if they had lost gravity.

"En?" Seeing that the Zenit dared to resist his conscious pressure, Spartacus Saint Iaquinta's expression changed slightly, and he stretched out a finger to swipe in the void, saying: "Stupid poor Zenit man, since you dare to break one of my disciple Barton's arms, I will not kill you today, just leave your arm alone."

As Iaquinta pointed out, the wind and cloud in the sky changed suddenly, the air flow surged wildly, and an irresistible crimson bright line appeared silently in the void, moving toward the sky at a speed beyond the limit of the naked eye. Seeing Fei's right arm being cut.

Spartacus Martial Saint, actually attacked King Chambord first?

Could it be that King Chambord is an idiot who doesn't know how to live or die, who actually took the initiative to provoke a martial saint, what is the difference between this and courting death?

At this time, even the people with the lowest strength can feel the horror of the Spartak Empire's martial saints. Although they can't capture the trajectory of that finger, they can also feel the breath of death in an instant. Some people have a good impression of King Chambord. The master's face suddenly changed, and it was too late to scream to remind him.

And this scene was obviously expected by the Spartak Empire warrior who loudly corrected Fei just now. The Spartak warriors couldn't help laughing when they saw that the mythical master was really angry.

but--

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Fei's movements were also too fast to be captured, his arms left lifelike phantoms in the void, and when everyone reacted, they saw a thin layer of glazed flames covering King Chambord's right fist, as if It will be broken at the touch of a touch, but it firmly resists the scarlet light that contains a terrifying aura.

"Bah! You only have to scratch, but you dare to jump out and pretend to be aggressive when you get a live wire?" Fei sneered again and again.

He stood firmly on the spot, looked up at the Spartacus warrior on the top of the mountain with disdain, and did not make any gestures. The power of the 84-level barbarian with his right fist exploded, and along the way he hit the [Gravity Strike] Amidst the deafening roar of the skill, the murderous flame power emitted by Iaquinta was instantly shattered and annihilated in the void.

There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth.

Countless inconceivable gazes cast on Fei.

The second prince Dominguez sat back slowly after standing up, a strange color flashed between his eyebrows, the thick old book that the eldest princess had been holding in his hand fell to the ground without knowing it, Papa Liz brushed the ends of her hair subconsciously, and the eyeballs of the dozen or so Spartacus warriors almost fell out of their sockets, and their mouths almost tore their cheeks open!

"Huh? Damn it! Stupid Zenit people, you are looking for death!!!"

Spartacus Saint Iaquinta obviously didn't look tall. This Zenit was so powerful, he was startled and furious. His dignity as a martial saint was challenged, like a giant dragon being humiliated by a dog, his whole body was filled with flames, and his whole body seemed to have turned into red jade, faintly emitting fire.

In a rage, the world changed color.

Spartacus Saint Iaquinta saw that this Zenit was quite strong, and was about to use all his strength to kill him with one move, at this moment——

"Your opponent is me."

Krasic, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stretched out his palm behind his back, as if brushing away the dust in front of him, and pressed without the slightest smell of fireworks. The next moment, blue flames flickered, and one of them was more than 20 meters away. His huge cyan palm seemed to protrude from the void, and it ruthlessly pressed down on Iaquinta.

"Hahaha, good! Well done!! Krasic, wait for me to kill you in front of these Zenit people. Teach them to see clearly that you, the so-called warrior saint, are just a It’s just a poor bastard whose life can’t be saved, and then go kill that little guy!”

Iaquinta laughed and raised his hand slightly.

The same huge palm that touched more than 20 meters appeared out of thin air, flashed, and met the blue palm. For a moment, the sky and the earth shook, and the blue and red flames scattered all over the sky like shooting stars.

The two strong fighters at the level of Martial Saints are finally fighting at this moment!

At this moment, in St. Petersburg, the imperial capital, in the 20-mile affiliated state-run area outside the imperial capital, and even the people of the entire Zenit Empire, they were all looking at the majestic Sword Peak soaring into the clouds, watching the eruption in the sky. The overflowing cyan and red streamers are all praying devoutly, hoping that the Imperial Martial Saint Krasic can win the final victory!

As for Fei, he exhaled lightly.

His Majesty the King was watching the terrifying battle on the top of the mountain calmly, and only hoped that what he had just done could help Zenitwu Santa Krasic.

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First update.