Hail the King

Lord Snow Eagle

, Legend of the Dragon King

, super soldiers

, Cultivation of Overturning Rain and Clouds

, Budo Supreme

, King of Eternal Night

, my neighbor is a banshee

, Legend of Xianmu

666 , The Strong Falls

"You...you...you actually talk to me like that?"

Sark, the prince of the Metz Empire, was irritated by Drogba's provocation. As the prince of the super empire, he is under one man and above ten thousand people. The warrior attached to the king, as insignificant as an ant, actually pointed his nose and talked to him like this, which made him so angry that he couldn't speak smoothly, and his usual elegant demeanor as the prince of the great empire disappeared.

"Hey, Your Highness, it's not worth it to please calm down the fury of Thunder. Although this Chambord pariah is a moon-level powerhouse, he is seriously injured and half dead. This subordinate can twist his head off with just one move, and let His Highness be the ball." Kick and vent your anger at will."

A bearded Mace Empire master flashed out from behind Sak, with an arrogant tone and a grin full of confidence.

He had already been captured by Drogba's fierce and unparalleled aura, but he couldn't wait to jump out at this time, because he could see that Drogba had been seriously injured in the previous battle after all. Facing the God of Death] Elm is a popular horse] The veteran moon-level strongman of the mercenary group, and Drogba is just a newcomer. Although he killed his opponent with a blockbuster, he was indeed seriously injured at this time, and there was no need to fight again The power, just picked up a cheap one.

"Okay, prepare him well for me, don't let him die too happily, I want this pariah to cry and bleed." Prince Mace, Sark, gritted his teeth.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will make this pariah regret coming to this world." The bearded man agreed.

He walked out in a few steps, and his aura suddenly bloomed in an instant, wisps of sky-blue flames engulfed his whole body, and there was the sound of splashing water in the air, like the continuous waves of the ocean, obviously it was also at the month level strong.

With Drogba in a state where he can't even stand firmly, it is completely unrealistic to want to fight another veteran month-level powerhouse.

In the VIP seating area, a boy with blond half-short hair and as handsome as a god sighed softly, and glanced at the young man who had already set foot on the top of the nine-story thirty-six-step platform in the distance. The king's back, knowing that under such a situation, he should make a move, he turned around and smiled slightly at the two pretty girls in emerald green costumes behind him, and was about to stand up, at this moment——

call out! ! ! ! ! boom! ! ! ! !

A sharp piercing sound pierced everyone's eardrums, and above the sky, a cyan stream of arrow flames, like stars falling from nine heavens, fell down with a long tail of light, and hit the ground fiercely with a bang on the slate.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and everyone stared intently, all of them dumbfounded.

After the atmosphere froze for a moment, all eyes instantly turned to War Pirates Melberry, eyes full of sympathy.

And Melberry himself, at this moment, couldn't help trembling all over his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and the huge anger and regret made him fall into a kind of berserk, and even his face was distorted.

Because, another master of the mercenary group fighting fiercely in the sky, the black-robed ice mage with a cold expression and a voice as hoarse as a rusty saw pulling wood, unexpectedly died!

The death was extremely miserable.

He was actually shot down from the sky by a strange arrow with a black glow and a faint silver light, and was nailed to the ground alive. The arrow pierced through his left chest, shattered his bones and heart, and killed the man. An ice magician who was scary more than ten minutes ago was nailed to the side of the corpse of Elm, the god of death.

The strong, fall!

Popular horse] the two masters of the mercenary regiment, and war pirates] Mellberry's most trusted right-hand man, who has traveled across a million-mile continent for decades,

Fierce and vicious, with bloody hands, everyone is famously discolored, how insane, thousands of battles, big and small, I don't know how many strong people died in their hands, who would have thought that they would turn over in this "little gutter" in Chambord City today? When they got off the boat, they didn't even have a chance to escape, so they both fell.

Deathly silence.

For the mercenary group of the popular horse], this is definitely a huge blow.

After this battle, the strength of this so-called largest mercenary group within a million miles has dropped by at least 40%.

Just as everyone exclaimed, a blue flame suddenly flickered above the square.

The flames dissipated, and Fernando Torres appeared next to Drogba. His condition was much better than that of the black-haired crazy fist, but his legs were at the knees, and there was a layer of light blue ice , the other positions were not injured at all, with blond hair fluttering, and a slender figure. Under the moonlight, he was handsome and extraordinary, like a moon elf, exuding a sacred aura.

Above the square, there was finally an uncontrollable uproar.

The voice became louder and louder, and in the end, almost everyone could no longer suppress the horror and shock in their hearts, and regardless of the mood of Mellberry and the others, they simply began to discuss blatantly.

The second prince of Zenit, Dominguez, seemed to be familiar with the strangeness at this time, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, but the disabled puppy Oka in his arms was looking around with big black eyes, looking around in high spirits. Completely, with a very curious look, the coquettish witch] Paris had a face full of charm and elegance, the corners of her mouth twitched, and her small red mouth opened into an O shape, and beside her, the red beard] Granero subconsciously Rubbing his face vigorously, he plucked out his life-saving beard one by one.

Fire Blood Mercenaries] The mysterious man with the golden mask sat firmly on the seat, his expression was covered by the gorgeous hollow golden mask, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but the three muscles behind him, naked The upper body, carrying a huge axe, and wearing only tight leather pants, is a fierce giant warrior. All three pairs of eyes are full of excited light. It is obvious that the bravery of Chambord has aroused the fighting desire of these three martial idiots. .

The eyes of Gourcuff, the prince of the Bordeaux Empire, were filled with excitement. Behind him, four young noble knights in gorgeous armor and pale faces buried their heads in their chests, feeling extremely guilty. He didn't dare to look at the young king who looked like a god and demon in the arena.

In the seating area of ​​the Holy See, the god master Mazzola and the god knight Luciano were pale, without the slightest color of blood, sweating profusely, and their backs were already wet, but it was the old god master with white beard and hair beside them, At this time, he has recovered his calm, still has a confident expression, with a tepid smile on his face, like watching a play, and the climax has not yet arrived!

...

Center of the square.

The sudden change of mind made the moon-level powerhouse of the Metz Empire extremely ugly, and stopped his approaching steps.

He may be very sure of dealing with a seriously injured Drogba, but when Torres is standing beside him, the 'bearded' is a bit difficult. He is not a tough guy, so he just saw When Drogba was seriously injured, he stood up to take advantage of it. Now seeing such a scene, he naturally hesitated a little.

"Bah, this kind of thing dares to keep claiming to take Lao Tzu's head?" Seeing this scene, Drogba had a sneer of extreme disdain on his face.

Torres had blond hair fluttering and stood proudly. Although he didn't say anything, the curve of the corner of his mouth still vividly revealed a hint of sarcasm.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Kill him!" This scene made Sark, the prince of the Metz Empire, feel humiliated and angry, and he shouted angrily.

The bearded face was white and red, and he shook his teeth, like a prisoner who was forced to go to the execution ground. He looked at the two strong men from Chambord City on the opposite side, hesitated for a while, and finally burst out such a sentence: "Two dozen One is not considered a hero, if you have the ability to fight Lao Tzu one-on-one!"

"Hahahahahaha!!!" Didier Drogba was stunned for a moment, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed, and it was difficult to hide the dismissive sarcasm in the laughter.

Torres just shook his head slightly, and a look of uncontrollable laughter flashed in his eyes.

"What? What are you laughing at? Don't you dare?" The bearded beard is also a treasure. This time he completely let go, without feeling ashamed. He stuffed the dignity of a moon-level powerhouse into his crotch, and said more and more provocatively: "No Get out if you dare, I don't bother to fight two wounded soldiers!"

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