Hail the King

The corners of the eyes of the white-robed and blue-eyed magician raised, sensing the change in Chambord King's momentum, he hit his chest and chanted the spell.

Amidst the obscure and strange chants, the fire element condenses and heats up.

Ten magical arrows about one meter thick and long appeared in front of Domenech, and then the ten arrows slowly approached and merged, fused together one by one, and finally the arrow was like a huge dragon spear The arrow appeared, although it was a condensed magical element, but it was like the substance, flipping the luster of the metal, and faintly shrouded in a layer of faint fire.

Domenech moved his hands extremely gracefully, like a breeze sending the moon away, and gently pushed forward.

call out!

The gentle movement and the violent scream formed a strong visual and auditory contrast. The huge flame arrow pierced through the void, leaving a crimson afterimage in the void, and shot towards Fei like a flash.

With this blow, the air burned, and the sky and the earth swayed.

The frightening wind lifted Fei's thick black hair, his clothes fluttered, and it was as if a towering mountain collapsed in front of him in an instant, crushing it, making one's heart shattered.

However, he crossed his swords in front of his chest and did not move an inch.

Although he could easily dodge this terrifying huge flaming arrow as long as he shifted slightly by half a step.

But in that case, the arrow will accurately hit the undead magister Domenech, who is attacking the Dasun-level venerable position behind His Majesty the King, who has no resistance, defense and evasion ability at this time.

Clang!

The two swords were superimposed, and a clear sound of sword chant resounded through the world.

Fei shouted loudly, a strange radiance flashed on his body.

In the next moment, the eighth-level elite helmet [Sun Fei's Helmet of Courage] and the seventh-level green suit [Bulkelso's Soul Cage] heavy armor appeared on the body. Under the imprint of the magnificent helmet like a work of art, a phantom totem of a barbarian warrior hundreds of meters tall behind him gradually emerged as Fei standing on the steps of the [Throne of Troubled Times].

At this moment, His Majesty the King's cloak fluttered like a blood shadow, and his momentum was like an abyss, giving people the illusion of being invincible and unstoppable.

boom! ! ! ! !

Boom boom boom! ! ! !

The place where the two swords overlapped in his hand glowed with a silver streamer,

A pair of huge phantoms of double swords flashed like a cross. At the critical moment, they blocked the huge flame-like metallic arrows. After a short moment of silence, it was the devastating The earth-like energy explosion waves oscillate toward the front, left, right, up and down three sides and seven directions.

Not in all directions.

Because Fei used his body to block the energy wave that was supposed to explode and shake backwards.

Not a trace of flame energy fluctuations could pass Fei's body and escape towards the undead magister behind him who was advancing to the Dasun-level venerable position.

Fei used his body to cover a peaceful space for Hasselbaink, absolutely not allowing any accidents to happen at this critical moment. He did this not just because as long as he blocked it for a while, Chambord City would be destroyed. The reason why there can be an absolute master who is a great day-level venerable is because Hasselbaink is his partner and friend.

Between heaven and earth, the hurricane is raging.

On the shoulders, the fat and fluffy body of the little raccoon was almost blown away by the strong wind.

The little guy tightly grasped the long hair beside Fei's ear, like a banner fluttering in the wind, but he held back and didn't let out any screams. This psychic little guy bit his mouth desperately, afraid He made his own noise, disturbing the will of His Majesty the King who was fighting.

A drop of blood fell on the silver-white [Throne of Troubled Times] with a thud.

The peerless strong man who forcibly caught the Dainichi-level venerable position received a frontal blow, and his physique as strong as a barbarian was inevitably injured.

Although protected by magic equipment from the dark world, Fei's hands were still shattered, blood seeped out from the tiny cracks, pooled into blood beads, and slid down the steel gloves and sword blade drop by drop.

"Okay, although I have consumed most of the original power of the Daichi class before, and my strength has plummeted, but you can take the blow I just had, King Chambord, you are proud enough," Domenech looked Fei up and down, eyes A strange color flashed in his eyes.

Although he had expected that his opponent might catch his blow alive before making the move, he absolutely never thought that at such a small price, he would be able to catch this blow that would shatter even a full-moon-level mid-level expert one strike.

"Really? I've always been proud, but it's not because I took your blow. What else can I do? Let's try it out and see if you, a majestic day-level venerable and strong man, can beat this king!" Forced to take half a step back."

Fei's two swords are flying across the sky, his long hair is like a waterfall, his heroic posture is majestic, his cloak is fluttering, his eyes are shining like black jade, his whole body is full of fighting spirit, and his spirit, will, physiology, breath, and strength are all adjusted to the peak. It's at its best.

The innate special trait of the barbarians getting stronger when they meet the strong is brought into full play at this moment.

The phantom totem of the barbarian warrior with a height of 100 meters behind him seemed to come alive quietly and vividly at some point.

"Okay, to be honest, I've started to admire you. Your performance even surpassed the Yashin when you were young... I also want to know how many tricks you can catch me."

Feeling the surging fighting spirit on Fei, Domenech became more and more calm.

In the poems of countless bards, when a giant dragon is provoked by an ant dog, he will feel annoyed and contemptuous, but if he is provoked by a comparable one, the dragon will not have a feeling of being provoked. If you feel insulted, you will carefully examine and respect your opponent, and go all out.

The completely different changes before and after Domenech stem from this.

Now, he finally doesn't regard Fei as an ant or a dog, but as a kind enough to threaten him.

"...the power that comes from the anger of the gods, the heat that can melt everything, the flame element between heaven and earth, heed my call, let my hands feel your power, let our anger, smash everything The evil that stands in the way..."

It seemed to come from the murmurs of the ancient gods, and Domenech's chanting resounded throughout the world. In the strange rhythm, streams of clear fire elemental power began to converge at an astonishing speed, with him as the center. .

Gradually, the body of the chief royal magician of the Lyon Empire was submerged in an orange beam of light.

Fei was biting a bottle of purple [Comprehensive Recovery Potion] in his mouth, and stuffed a bottle in the hands of the little raccoon on his shoulder. This seemingly relaxed combination of a man and a beast, at this moment, his face was dignified at the same time, and he felt it. The horror of the coming attack.

"Judgment from the Kingdom of God, come! [Sword of Flame Judgment]!!"

A majestic and calm drink like a god came out from the orange beam of light, and then emerged a terrifying huge orange flame sword with a height of one thousand meters, soaring into the sky, and the sword body was surrounded by layers of flames. Layers of dancing flames and halos took away all the colors between the sky and the earth. The originally clear sky, under this scorching sword, suddenly became pitch black like a dark abyss in the middle of the night.

The power of a sword is even Ruo Si.

The magic power has been derived to the extreme. In terms of attack power, with the help of the power of heaven and earth, it is much stronger than warriors.

In the next moment, the flaming giant sword slashed head-on.

The orange-yellow flame shattered the sky, carrying the aura of destroying the world.

With just a slight tilt of the sword, Fei felt that his body was being pulled by an invisible force, and the air became as thick as glue, as if he had fallen into a swamp of sludge. It was extremely difficult to move, and the surrounding space was covered Locked, no matter which direction you turn, you can't avoid the sword peak slashing head-on.

The intense danger and stimulation made Fei's pores dilate, like steel needles pricking his skin.

"Is this the horror of a great day-level venerable master?"

At this time, Fei's strength, whether it is will or strength, has been adjusted to the peak level. Facing the powerful and almost irresistible force, he does not retreat but advances. With a thought, he drives [Throne of Troubled Times] towards the huge The huge flaming orange light sword in the sky took the initiative to meet it.

He wanted to avoid Jianfeng and attack Domenech who was controlling the flaming orange light sword.

Attack the enemy and save.

This seems to be the best option when you are at a disadvantage.

Domenech is deep inside the blade of the huge lightsaber, and orange streamers are spraying out from his facial features, which is extremely powerful.

As for Fei's countermeasure, he didn't seem to see half of it, and didn't react at all. He just drove the flame orange light sword with all his strength, and the sword body tilted and slashed down very slowly bit by bit.

The closer you get, the more terrifying the aura surging from the blade becomes.

A hundred meters away from the flaming orange lightsaber, Fei could already feel the terrifying murderous intent and the power of the flames stimulating every inch of his skin through [Bulkelso's Soul Cage], [Barbarian Mode] 】The extremely tough body and skin under it are like a river bed that has been dry for a hundred years, and it is about to crack and shatter.

This kind of power is simply not what Fei's current half-moon-level mid-level strength can resist.

It is a miracle that Emperor Yassin can use the moon-level realm to fight against the great sun-level venerable, and not everyone can do it.

The flow of time becomes delayed, everything seems to be in slow motion.

Fei's eyes were firm and firm, with two swords across his chest, he struggled to open the silver mask, and drove the [Throne of Troubled Times], getting closer to Domenech who was shrouded in sword light little by little.

This scene looked like a stubborn moth, throwing itself into the raging flames recklessly.

It seemed that the only thing waiting for Fei was his fate of being turned into flying ashes by Lie Yan (raging flames).

"It's a pity, King Chambord, you are a genius, but compared with Yashin, you are still far behind, so today you are doomed to fall here." Domenech was surrounded by flames, and his facial features were breathing orange. Guang Yan, at this moment he is hardly human, his voice becomes like a god without the slightest human emotion, it is cold and clear, like a mixed voice: "Strangling a genius is really a helpless and exciting thing. The thing about it, the sword of flame judgment, cut it!!!”

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