Hail the King

Hey! ! !

In the sky, the golden swords are arrogant, and Yassin the Great does not say a word, and he is fully open to the field of his sword. The endless swords are like the hurricane that drenches Mascherano and Bussks.

Undead Magister Hasselbainke also put away the Scythe of Death, changed the way of fighting, sang a spell of mysterious sorrow in his mouth, a gloomy and cold force gathered around him, and soon became a dark black. The light spear of the ink, in conjunction with Yassin the Great, launched a long-range bombardment.

Take a break!

If the silver light can persist for even a second, Buss is already a knife.

Now, once you get support from your peers, you can make time for it. A semi-god-level horror resilience plus the aid of medicines and other items is enough to make Busks recover those seemingly deadly in tens of seconds. The injury, re-enforcement of combat - of course, the decline in the consumption of the source of power is the price that must be paid for the kind of serious injury.

Now, the situation of this battle is finally no longer as sharp as before.

On the other hand, Alves, who has hateful shots, has become a group with the golden lion Lampard.

Lampard's strength is only in the perfection of the Rising Sun class. It is still far from the height of the Liege-level Consolidation. It is difficult to resist the killing of a semi-god-level powerhouse like Alves.

However, in the moment before the battle, Lampard suddenly provoked the power of the stars, and the power of the starlight visible to the naked eye fell from the sky and turned into an illusion of a majestic golden lion, and then the golden lion roared. Rushing to Lampard, a moment of golden light, drowning his majestic figure.

When the golden flames dissipated, a gorgeous gold armor appeared on him.

The streamlined armor and the most perfect part cover the entire body of Lampard, echoing the power of the stars above the Scorpio, protecting the golden lion.

This is a force that is close to the field, sparkling with a divine power.

Under the blessing of this power, the strength of the gold lion, Frank Lampard, who had been in a big realm with Alves, skyrocketed, and it was incredible to show a strong atmosphere that was enough to fight against the semi-god-level powers. The Asian gods’ black giant swords, the breath rose again, did not retreat, and Alves struggled hard.

"What? How is this possible?" Alves couldn't believe his eyes.

He originally wanted to kill the weakest Zenit to vent their anger. Who knows that the opponent’s sudden performance is not only such a powerful force, but also a perfect little samurai who is a perfect person in the rising sun. How can it be enough in a blink of an eye? Your own beautiful power?

What power is lingering on him, can he echo the Scorpio?

And what is the golden armor, what is the origin, even with this magical power?

And there is actually an offensive sword-type Asian **** fighting soldier?

Alves suddenly felt like a fool who had picked a hard-hardened stone while picking a soft persimmon.

Booming! ! !

The copper pot hit the iron brush, and in a short period of ten seconds, it slammed hundreds of strokes, and the two actually won.

Alves was able to defeat any force in the field of vindictiveness and magic. On the force of the thin, paper-like stars that hit Lampard, he did not have the slightest advantage, but instead had a faint disappointment. It is even more shocking to the violent Barcelona half-god, the face looks cloudy and uncertain.

boom--!

There was a series of violent explosions in the distance.

"Come on!" Yasin the Great sent out hundreds of swords, sighed and finally stopped.

Fighting to this share, they are evenly matched with each other. If you want to win the game, it will not be possible for ten days and a half. It will only be a waste of time if you fight again. If you hit the real fire, the surrounding area of ​​St. Petersburg will become a piece of hell.

Mascherano and Buskers also closed their hands and retreated.

"Hey, don't kill you today." Alves's body flashed, and the green-green scorpion was filled with a sinister temper.

"I am waiting for you to kill." Lampard looked calm, not angered by the opponent's provocation, calm like a million ice.

Alves had no chance to see it, so he had to retreat to the side of Bussks.

"Unexpectedly, among the small first-class empire, there are so many tigers and dragons, there are so many strong people, this is the first power in the northern region, and you Zenit deserved it!"

Busss stared at Yassin the Great, and seemed to have forgotten that he had almost lost his body and sighed. The injury on his body had already recovered. However, because he consumed too much of his source, he was slightly weak and complex. Pale horrible.

Yasin the Great stood up, just sneer, disdain for words.

"However, although it is powerful, it is far from my Barcelona empire. To continue to resist, it is tantamount to smashing the stone and killing it. If it angers the supreme Guardiola, I am afraid that Zenit will be bloody. Since then, Busks has been extremely serious: "His Majesty's plateau, seeing the great, why not fight this, to Barcelona, ​​to the strength and talent of the sacred, will be the attention of Guardiola, even if not as Like Messi, there are only a few people under the ranks of one person, but they can also become one of the few most honorable people in Barcelona."

"Barcelona is invincible in the world? Even if it is a **** invasion, Zenit only has a dead battle!" Yasin the Great held his hand.

"Your Majesty really does not want to think about it again?" Buskers still tried to convince.

"The death of the Zenites of the South Xinjiang, who were killed by the Barcelona people, did not want to see a knee-high emperor." Yassin’s voice was as clear as snow and ice, and his expression was as quiet as snow and ice, saying that he smiled slightly: "And, I also want to know how powerful the Barcelona empire, which is known as the first in the Western Regions!"

"The arrogance is extremely!" Alves screamed coldly: "A small country is stupid, and dare to be so arrogant, it must make you die without a place to die."

"One-on-one battle, three tricks to kill you." Yassin emperor looked at Alves in a condescending manner, the momentum is like a snow-capped peak.

"You..." Alves was furious.

However, when he was about to shoot, he saw the ridiculous smile of the opponent's mouth. I don't know why, my heart suddenly became cold, like a bucket of ice water pouring from the head to the foot, all the courage. Suddenly disappeared completely without a trace -

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