Hail the King

"You...you...do you talk to this prince?"

The prince of the Metz Empire was angered by the provocation of Drogba. He is the prince of the super empire. Under one person, above the 10,000 people, the squadron is a thousand, the master is like a cloud, the status is so distinguished, a small The warrior of the affiliation of the king, as small as an ant, even pointed at the nose and talked to himself, let him anger and attack, and his speech was unfavorable. The graceful manner of being a prince of the great empire on weekdays was gone. ***-***

"Oh, your Highness is pleased with the thunder of the thunder, it is not worth it. This shampoo is a strongman, although it is a strong man of the month, but now he has been seriously injured and half dead. With only one stroke, he can screw his head down and let His Royal Highness be the ball. Kick, feel free to vent your anger."

A master of the beard's Metz empire flashed from behind Sac, with a sigh of arrogance and full of laughter.

He had already been taken by Drogba's unparalleled momentum, but at this time he couldn't wait to jump out, because he could see that Drogba had been seriously injured in the previous battle, knowing that [ The face is dead] Elm is the old-fashioned strongman of the "Popular Horse" mercenary group, and Drogba is only a new generation. Although the blockbuster kills the opponent, it is indeed seriously injured at this time. The power of fighting again is just a cheap one.

"Well, give me a good brew, don't let him die too much, I want this people to mourn and shed blood." Metz's prince Sack gnashed his teeth.

"His Royal Highness, I will let this untouchable, regret to come to this world."

He stepped out in a few steps, suddenly bursting into a sudden burst of momentum, and a glimpse of the sky-blue flames, shrouded the whole person, and the sound of water in the air, like the waves of the ocean, is also the month. Strong.

It is totally unrealistic for Drogba to stand in an unstable state at this time and want to fight another old-fashioned strongman.

In the VIP seating area, a golden yellow and half-short hair, like a handsome young boy, sighed softly and glanced at the young man who had already stepped on the top of the nine-story 36-segment platform. The back of the king, knowing that this situation should be shot, he turned and smiled at the two pretty girls in the green-green dress behind him, just about to stand up, just at this time -----

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

A sharp sound of breaking through the air cut through the eardrums of the people. Above the sky, a cyan stream of light flows like a nine-day star, falling with a long tail of light, banging and slamming into the ground. Above the slate.

The smoke spreads out, and everyone looks at it, and suddenly they are all stunned.

After the atmosphere was stagnation for a while, all the eyes, instantly brushed toward the [war pirate] Merberg, full of sympathy in the eyes.

Melberg himself, at this time, could not help but tremble, his eyes were bloody, and the great anger and deplor caused him to fall into a violent turmoil, and even his face was distorted.

Because, in the sky, another [fighting horse] mercenary group master, the look of the cold, squeaky sound like a rust sawing wood hoarse black robe ice magician, actually died!

The death is extremely miserable.

It was actually a singular arrow with a faint black glaze, directly shot from the sky, lived to the ground, the arrow hole pierced his left chest, crushed the bones and heart, this will A freakful ice magician who was frightened ten minutes ago, was nailed to the body of Emma.

Strong, fallen!

[The popular horse] two masters of the mercenary group, [war pirates] Melberg's most trusted right arm, the vertical and horizontal millions of miles of mainland China for decades, fierce and evil, full of blood, everyone is famous, how mad, big Small and small, thousands of wars, do not know how many strong people died in their hands, who can think of it, today turned over the boat in the 'small sulcus' of Chambord City, even if there is no chance to escape, they both fell.

Dead silence.

For the [fighting horse] mercenary group, this is definitely a huge blow.

After this war, the largest mercenary group known as the largest one million yuan, the strength of at least 40%.

Just as everyone exclaimed, just above the square, a cyan flame suddenly flashed.

The flames dissipated, [The Son of the Wind] Fernando Torres appeared at Drogba's side, his state is much better than [Black Mania], but his knees are in a knee position, filled with a light blue Ice, other positions are not the slightest injury, blond hair fluttering, slender posture, handsome under the moonlight, like the elf of the moon, the sacred atmosphere.

Above the square, a sound of uncontrollable sound finally sounded.

This voice is getting bigger and bigger. At the end of the day, almost everyone can no longer suppress the horror and shock of their own hearts, regardless of the mood of Melberg and others, and simply bluntly talked about it.

Zenit's second emperor Domingos seems to have been eccentric at this moment, slightly squinting his eyes, not knowing what he is thinking, the disabled puppy in his arms, Oka, is looking at the big eyes and looking forward to the spirit. Full, a very curious look, [Fairy Witch] Paris, a fascinating face of all kinds of style, mouth twitching, red and bright mouth opened into an o-type, and by her side, [red beard] Grani Luo consciously licked his face and pulled his beard with his life.

[Hot Blood Mercenary Group] The golden mask mysterious man sat firmly in his seat, and the gorgeous golden mask obscured his expression. He didn’t know what he was thinking, but the three muscles behind him, ** Upper body, carrying a huge axe, wearing a tight-fitting leather pants, the giant warrior, all three pairs of scorpions are excited and excited, it is clear that the brave of the shampoo strong, provoked these three martial arts fighting**.

In the eyes of the imperial Emperor of Bordeaux, Gourcuff, he was full of excitement. Four young noble knights with gorgeous armor and pale face behind him buried their heads on their chests. I dare not go to the young king of the demon in the field.

In the seat of the Holy See, the gods Mazola and the **** knight Luciano are pale, without the slightest blood color. Under the rain, the back is already wet, but the old man who is white around them. At this point, the calm has been restored, and it is still a well-prepared expression with a warm smile on the face, like watching a movie, and has not waited until the arrival of the **!

......

Central square.

The sudden change made the face of the Mays Empire become extremely ugly and stopped the approaching approach.

Dealing with a seriously injured Drogba, he may be very sure, but when Torres is standing next to him, 'Luohuhu' can be a bit guilty. He was not a sergeant, so he just saw it. When Drogba was seriously injured, it was cheap to stand up. Now, when I see such a scene, I am a bit hesitant.

"Hey, this kind of thing, dare to say the head of Laozi?" Drogba saw this scene, and there was a sneer in his face.

Torres's blond hair fluttering, standing proudly, although he did not say anything, but the slightest curve of the corner of his mouth, but still reveals a touch of ridiculous color.

"What are you doing? Kill me for him!" This scene made the Mes Imperial empire Sack feel humiliated and angry, and he shouted angrily.

On the face of Luo Hu, a burst of white and red, shaking his teeth, like the prisoners who were forced to the execution ground, looked at the two shampoos on the opposite side, hesitated, and finally collapsed like this: "Two dozens Not a hero, there is a skill and one-on-one single-handedness!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!" Drogba heard the words, after a glimpse, Yang Tian long smile, laughter is not good to cover up the disdainful mockery.

Torres just shook his head gently, and there was a flash of color in his eyes.

"How? What are you laughing at? Don't dare?" The hustle and bustle is also a living treasure. This time it was completely let go, and it didn't feel shameful. The dignity of the strongman of the month was completely put into the crotch, and he was increasingly provocative: "No. Dare to roll, Laozi disdains to fight with two wounded soldiers!"

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