The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Solo brought a group of his men to the front and sat down, waiting for the arrival of noon.

Time passed by every minute, and the masters from the West were still coming in an endless stream, crowding the Wuling Mountain to the brim. Every Western master had an extraordinary bearing, a tall stature, and a very powerful cultivation base.

The dozen or so tents located north of Wuling Mountain were still silent, as if they were a world isolated from the outside world.

When the sun in the sky was finally above the head and the hands of the clock pointed to twelve noon, a dozen or so tents on the north side disappeared strangely like flowing water.

Then, at the place where the tent disappeared, twelve middle-aged men dressed in western knight outfits and with huge swords on their backs stepped towards the western chairs and sat down in unison.

These 12 people are full of dangerous aura. Although they all look like middle-aged people, but the ancient and vicissitudes of life and the eyes that can penetrate people's hearts can be seen at a glance. Their age is extremely high. Not as young as it looks.

After the 12 people sat down, they looked at Dongfang Solo, Shi Kuan and the others. Shi Kuan nodded to the western knights, and the tall middle-aged knight headed by the western stood up, put his right hand on his right chest and raised his head. Shi Kuan saluted.

"Dear Mr. Shi Kuan, I am Costa, the chief paladin of the Western Shinto Society, and it is an honor for us, the Twelve Holy Knights of the Western Shinto Society, to see you again in the Eastern Kingdom.

Now let me introduce my partners to you, they are the Temple Paladins of the Shinto Society: Ayala, Garcia, Perez, Ramos, Fedega, Moben, Garmer, Dehe Er, Geza, Rios, Senno.

Today's fight, I will find five of our twelve paladins at any time to fight with you in the Eastern Wulin. In your Chinese language, this is called a life-and-death fight.

Time is almost running out. We have already drawn up an agreement. Let's read the agreement and start the game. Do you like it? After finishing speaking, Paladin Commander Costa waved to the middle-aged man next to him, Ayala.

Ayala stood up, took out a folder under his arm, and began to announce the method of the duel between the two sides and the result of the fight after the match.

After Ayala read out the agreement, Shi Kuan waved to an old man from the Shi family beside him, and the old man also took out the same agreement and began to read out.

Then Ayala and the old man from the Shi family walked towards the field, saluted each other and exchanged agreements, and then returned to their own team.

The two sides stopped talking, and Costa directly assigned a paladin named Ramos to enter the arena. Ramos directly entered the arena, his body shaped like a big sword piercing the sky, and the faint yellow light all over his body faltered.

"Solo, try not to injure their lives when ordering people to take action, otherwise our activities in Europe will be very troublesome..." Shi Kuan whispered with his head next to Solo's ear.

"Brother, this is difficult! These paladins from the west are not so powerful, I can't guarantee it!" Solo looked at the twelve paladins facing him and felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart for no reason.

"It's difficult to do it, and people will choke to death when they eat! What's easy?" Shi Kuan acted like a big brother.

"Fuck...that's easy to say, why don't you go and fight..." Solo gave Shi Kuan a contemptuous look.

"Solo, I'm your elder brother, can you respect me..." Shi Kuan gave Solo a big white eye.

"Okay, you are the eldest brother, but we have to guarantee victory before we talk about anything else. Ah San, go on, be careful, if you can defeat him, don't kill him..." Solo said.

"Yes, big brother..." Sansheng Lingguang reluctantly took the Transformer in his hand and walked towards the field, but his eyes were really trying to turn the Transformer into a car, but he hadn't finished yet.

Seeing Asanque Sheng Lingguang walking into the arena, keeping his head down and fiddling with the toys in his hands, and not paying attention to himself, the holy knight Ramos' face rose with anger.

"Fake Oil! Are you here to seek death? Take out your weapon immediately..." Ramos reached out and took out the giant sword behind him and pointed it at Quesheng Mausoleum.

"Fake, your old mother, Fake? Don't make noise, don't you see that I'm busy?" Que Sheng replied unscrupulously, and continued to lower his head and fiddle with the Transformers in his hand.

"Look for...death..." Ramos has a very high status in the Western Shinto Society. Apart from the leader of the paladin, he ranks fourth in combat power among the paladins.

In the eyes of Westerners, it is like a god.The eyes of all faiths looking at him are like the monks worshiping the Buddha's relics.

After being scolded back by an old man who looked like a fool in the east, Ramos already wanted to end this meaningless battle.

The light yellow light all over the body suddenly lit up, and then the yellow light of the epee in his hand flickered and turned into a thunderbolt, and slashed down at Asanque Sheng, and the trace of fighting spirit rushed out of the sword body and completely enveloped the giant sword... …

Asanque Sheng Lingguang was still fiddling with the Transformers in his hand as if nothing had happened, and at this moment Ramos' sword arrived.

The terrifying sword aura flashed in the air and instantly appeared on the top of Quesheng's head. Until then, Quesheng seemed to have noticed something, and raised the Transformer in his hand to meet the giant sword on his head.

boom……

wow...

Humph……

There was an earth-shattering roar, and violent air waves suddenly swept away in all directions. The stones and grass clippings in the ground were all turned into fine powder and blasted into the sky, sweeping all directions.

Fortunately, the top of Wuling Mountain was big enough, and not only martial arts masters were watching the battle, but they were also far enough away from the battlefield, but even so, both sides still sent masters to disperse the air waves, otherwise there was no guarantee that there would be no casualties.

The air wave dissipated, and everyone looked at the field with horrified eyes. At this time, Que Sheng Lingguang had stepped back three or four steps, and was staring blankly at the really deformed Transformer in his hand. His eyes were filled with sadness. .

And look at the western paladin Ramos, although he stood still, but the stone ground under his feet had cracks, and he was looking at the holy mausoleum with incredible eyes.

"Ah...my Transformer Steel...you pay me for toys..."

Sparrow Saint, who had been dazed for a long time, seemed to finally come to his senses. With a roar, he rushed towards Ramos with his bare hands like a madman, and at the same time raised his hand and smashed the Transformer in his hand towards Ramos.

Ramos' face changed slightly, and his figure flickered to avoid the flying Transformers, but it was only at this time that he sadly discovered that the falling Transformers actually locked all the auras in his body.

Ramos had no choice but to suddenly raise the big sword in his hand, and slashed at the incoming Transformers. At this moment, the figure of Sparrow Saint, who was running forward like an ordinary person, had arrived.

Then he stretched out his hand to grab Ramos' chest, and Ramos was already unable to hide...