Hail the King

At this moment, the most outstanding legend of the Northern Territory, the founder of the Zenit Empire, fell from the clouds, and God became a mortal with his own emotions.

The voice fell, and the golden shadow was retracted into the scroll and disappeared.

Christo stayed in the incredible place, his eyes were sluggish and he was in a state of confusion.

remorse? incredible?

Still resentful?

Unrecognizable emotions, the moment is like a tide, drowning him, let him suffocate.

"No, father...hey!" He squirted a large piece of shocking blood, and fell to his head, fainting.

In the hall, there is a terrible silence.

"Your Majesty, Alexander, His Majesty, visits to His Majesty Alexander..." The two ministers who had turned back before, with a look of flattery, climbed to the ground and bowed to Sun Fei.

Sun Fei looks indifferent: "You are such a thing, also worthy of paying homage to the king?"

The voice has not fallen.

Hey!

The two flattering ministers, like a balloon that bursts in a flash, burst open, and the plasma and broken bones have not yet landed, turning into a red mist that completely disappeared into the air.

The other dozens of ministers directly frightened in place.

One by one, the urine is flowing, the station does not dare to stand, and he does not dare to squat, bending over and kneeling in the same place, looking terrified.

There are a few timid ones that directly fainted and passed out.

Sun Fei did not pay any attention to them.

He held his chin in his right hand, his face slightly tired, his eyes narrowing, seemingly waiting for something.

Outside the palace.

The roar and roaring voices are getting louder and louder, and there are also screams of Barcelona people.

With the help of the silver crystal spar and other powerful people in Chambord, the less than 50,000 Barcelona army stationed in the Imperial Capital has no resistance at all.

It is conceivable that the Zenit civilians who are extremely angry will use the means to deal with the demons who burned their houses and slaughtered their loved ones. Even if they swallow the flesh and blood of Barcelona people, I am afraid Resentment.

After the flame of anger is circled, the power that erupted is absolutely terrible and terrifying.

At this speed, I am afraid that St. Petersburg will return to the control of the Zenit people without going to the dark.

Time passed slowly.

Outside the palace, the tide of anger and anger has finally gradually slowed down.

In the sky, a red sun is like blood, red light is shining, shining on the earth, and the broken walls and collapsed statues of St. Petersburg are plated with **** water.

It is at this time.

In the sky, suddenly there was a burst of explosions, as if it were a thunder, and it rang through the earth.

Then, in the **** sky, there were dozens of sharply shaking figures.

The energy of fierce battles destroyed everything in the sky.

Ten minutes later, these figures slowly landed on the ground, unbiased, and happened to fall in the hall of Zenit, the hall where Sun Fei was.

The figure is divided into two dials.

Surrounded by the 20 silver spar souls led by the Dagras Qiang strong and the **** martyr Basturk.

In the middle, it is the four extreme powers of Buzzes, Alves, Pedro and Mascherano, whose looks are stunned, their breath is weak, their clothes are broken, and their faces are gray.

"Is it finally here?"

Sun Fei sits obliquely above the Imperial Throne, condescending, overlooking the four great powerhouses, the tone of the cold, full of tremulous power.

Buskers took a deep breath, and the complex light shone in his eyes. He stepped forward and said in a word: "Asia - calendar - mountain - big -!!!"

Sun Fei nodded: "It's me."

"I don't think of it, Bussock's vertical and horizontal Western Regions, even in a remote country like Zenit in the North, stepping into a desperate situation."

Busker slowly calmed down, slowly running the strength of the whole body, trying to restore strength, delaying time, and then said: "Just, although you are strong, it is possible to kill us, but you still can't save it. Nite, because you are not an opponent of Messi, because he already..."

"Oh, correct a little," Sun Fei looked at the four Barcelona powerhouses and shook his head. "It is not possible to kill you, but today, hey, you must hang up, you think, I will let you Go back?"

"Then you have to pay enough, and it is not a simple matter to want the four-and-a-half-level gods to fall."

Having said that, Buskers is already arrogant.

Although he is a strong-minded person who prefers the type of strategy, the real combat power is not weak at all. After being forced into a desperate situation, he can still explode a terrible force.

"Is it?" Sun Fei got up.

As he stood up, an indescribable and terrible pressure suddenly filled his body.

Busquets and other people changed their faces, their bodies were shaking, and their vindictive flames flashed wildly.

Because of the momentum of Sun Fei, he began to climb constantly, as if there was no end, rising sharply and madly, and instantly climbed over the peak of the semi-god middle class, still did not stop, and increased at a faster speed.

From the vast expanse to the power of the semi-god-level powers, they feel the power of horror, and they spread from Sun Fei's body like a hurricane.

So that Busks and others had to run their own strength to fight.

At some point, Buskers and Pedro felt that they were like monkeys crushed under the boulder, and they could be crushed into pieces by this terrible momentum at any time.

What makes them even more chilling is that the momentum of Champa City has risen and there is still no end. It still has not stopped.

In a blink of an eye, this power reached the peak of the semi-god.

"This...how...how is it possible?"

Busks’s knees began to bend involuntarily, and a drop of sweat ran from the forehead.

The body of the four Barcelona's martial artists can no longer stand upright. They are all cramped by the terrible pressure that permeates the air. They are like savage young children, struggling fiercely, but difficult to contain. Slowly bend down.

"Hey, fight!"

Among the four, Mascherano first shot.

If you continue to let the shampoo king's breath climb, I am afraid that it will not be a few dozen seconds, let alone defeat or escape, they have no chance to even take the shot.

The orange energy is thick and fluid. It seems to be liquid. It is pulled out from under the earth. Mascherano is full of glaring flames. A huge yellow ancient bear totem is transformed from behind him. Including him in the body.

In the hall, there was a burst of devils roaring in the devil--

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