Hail the King

At the same moment, after the golden lion Lampard imprisoned the two demigods Alves and Mascherano inconceivably, the two extreme powerhouses beside him, Yassin the Great and Hasselbaink, coincidentally faced each other in the center The thin and fair demigod Busquez shot. ()

This is obviously a tactic that has been prepared long ago.

Concentrate on one of the "urgent fire" first, which can resolve the disadvantage in overall strength.

The strength of Emperor Yaxin exploded completely, the index finger and middle finger were paralleled together, and the power of the domain bloomed, and a giant light golden long sword about 100 meters long was derived from the finger, with the power of destroying the sky and destroying the sky. Earth-like power.

He was like a sword god. With a wave of his hand, the huge sword stabbed towards Busquez. The blade directly cut the sky, and a thousand-meter black gap appeared. The terrifying suction could swallow everything between the sky and the earth. Agitation, faster and faster.

And Hasselbaink grabbed a gigantic scythe with an exaggerated and hideous shape in the void with both hands. The scythe was exuding the unique coercion of the sub-god warrior. With a shake of his arms, light black energy filled the air, and it was already in the sky in an instant. A series of blinding and deadly blade light nets were formed, enveloping the thin and fair demigod-level powerhouse Busquez in it.

In the blink of an eye, the demigod of Barcelona fell into a sudden crisis.

And beside him, the other two demigods of Barcelona, ​​Alves and Mascherano, were imprisoned in the pale silver prison of light. out.

The terrifying power of the two created white cracks on the light prison.

The silver prison of light was unexpectedly strong, withstood the crazy attacks of two demigod-level powerhouses, and cracks appeared, but it did not break for a while. The two demigod-level powerhouses could not struggle, and could only watch helplessly. Companions are in danger.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of the terrible energy crashing and cracking was like the destruction of the world, deafening.

The bright and dazzling flames made everyone who watched this battle fall into intermittent blindness. The broken golden giant sword, the shattered blade light, and the cyan flames that continued to grow but disappeared, formed the light. In the scene of destruction intertwined with darkness, a nuclear radiation-like mushroom cloud rose up in the sky, taking away all the colors between the sky and the earth, and the sunny void shattered like a mirror!

"puff……"

Busquez spurted blood wildly, and flew back from the turbulent flow of the energy explosion.

The tight-fitting red and blue armor on his body that was originally radiant has dimmed,

Most of the place has been broken, and a face that was already fair is even paler, faintly revealing a lifeless gray-blue color, and the breath is disordered, obviously seriously injured.

call out--!

Another golden sword qi shot out from the turbulent energy flow, directly hitting Busquez's heart.

At the same time, the necromancer Hasselbaink's blurred figure appeared behind Busquez, and the death scythe pulled out a deadly arc, cutting across the middle!

"Damn it!" Busquez screamed.

Facing the stormy and continuous attacks of the two powerful men, he had no strength to fight back at all. The blue flames all over his body soared, the power of the domain stretched out, and kept colliding with the opponent's domain. With all his strength, his figure flickered frantically, trying to Withdrew from the joint strangling of Yashin the Great and Hasselbaink.

To be honest, the situation in front of me like walking on thin ice is definitely something that the three demigods of Barcelona never dreamed of. (www.SUiMenG.com)

Because no one thought that Lampard, who had the lowest strength, would have such an incredible silver light prison in his hands, imprisoning two demigods at once. This unexpected change completely changed the battle situation.

Boom boom boom! ! !

One after another golden sword energy continuously bombarded Busquez, the latter was like a rag doll constantly being hit by bullets, stumbling and flying in the sky, unable to fall down at all.

And the blade of the death scythe in Hasselbaink's hand was already dripping blood bit by bit.

Naturally, this blood did not come from the undead magister.

It was the blood that the blade had plundered on Busquez.

Despite the frantic flickering and dodging, Busquez could barely survive because he was given the upper hand from the very beginning, and he was facing two experienced opponents of the same level. Don't say it's a counterattack.

Facing the passage of time, it became more and more difficult for him to even dodge. The wounds on his body were cut open by the death scythe, and the golden sword energy of Emperor Yassin also began to invade his body, wreaking havoc on every part of his body.

"Ahhh, how could one of the top ten famous generals of my imposing ninth-level empire die in this remote small country? Damn it, damn it!"

Busquez roared crazily, with blood dripping from the corners of his eyes.

But like a monkey stuck in a swamp, the more he struggles and panics, the deeper he sinks.

call out--!

A golden sword qi hit Busquez's chest without a break, piercing through a cyan field in front of him, sending out a stream of blood.

"Ah..." Busquez screamed, and a bloody arrow spewed out from his mouth, his face was as sallow as thin gold.

puff--!

Hasselbaink appeared behind him like a ghost, and the death sickle slashed across the back of Busquez. The blood of the half-body strongman, which contained incredible power, fell from the sky, directly smashing out bottomless black holes on the ground!

"Hahaha, still not dead?" Hasselbaink shot ruthlessly, took the opportunity to kill the killer, the death scythe turned into a silver light, wiped towards Busquez's throat, and was about to cut off the Barcelona half God's head.

Just at this time--

Boom boom boom! ! ! !

Alves and Mascherano, who had been trapped in the silver light prison, finally broke through the prison and rushed out of it.

The two men took very different actions——

Alves seemed to have not seen Busquez in distress at all, and shot at Lampard angrily, wanting to kill the weak opponent who trapped him to vent his anger, but Mascherano immediately He extended a helping hand to Busquez, clapped his hands in the air, and the two orange-yellow domain forces, like giant mountains, slammed into Hasselbaink as quickly as a meteor.

The necromancer had to retreat and dodge.

He can't expose the power of the undead that he is best at, and he is a magician, so he can't withstand the full attack of an extreme martial artist. If he doesn't dodge, he will definitely die.

At the critical moment, Busquez finally escaped death.

Undecided in shock, he drew back immediately and came to Mascherano's side. His corner of the eye glanced at Alves, and a flash of anger and hatred flashed away. Obviously, he didn't support this companion immediately. I am extremely angry.

Whoosh! ! !

The golden sword energy was soaring in the sky. Emperor Yassin didn't say a word, but stretched out his sword domain with all his strength. The endless sword energy submerged Mascherano and Busquez like a torrential rain.

The necromancer Hasselbaink also put away the Death Scythe, changed his fighting style, and chanted bursts of mysterious and obscure spells. A gloomy and cold force gathered around him, and soon turned into streaks of pitch black Rumo's light spear cooperated with Emperor Yaxin to launch a long-range bombardment.

Fall short!

If the silver prison of light could persist for even a second longer, Busquez would have been a dead soul under the knife.

But now, once you get the support of your companions, take a little time, the terrifying recovery ability of a demigod-level existence plus the assistance of potions and other items is enough to make Busquez recover those seemingly deadly creatures within tens of seconds. Regaining combat effectiveness from the injury—of course, the reduction in the consumption of original strength is the price that must be paid for that kind of serious injury.

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

On the other side, Alves, who shot with hatred, has already fought with the golden lion Lampard.

Lampard's strength is only at the Rising Sun Dzogchen Dzogchen realm, one level short of the Scorching Sun Dzogchen Dzogchen, and it's hard to resist the attack of a semi-god-level powerhouse like Alves.

However, at the moment before the battle, Lampard suddenly aroused the power of the stars in the sky, and wisps of star power visible to the naked eye fell from the sky, turning into the illusion of a majestic golden lion, and then the golden lion roared Rushing towards Lampard, pieces of golden light armor instantly submerged his majestic and burly figure.

When the golden flame dissipated, a pair of extremely gorgeous golden armor appeared on his body.

The streamlined armor and the most perfect parts cover almost the entire body of Lampard one by one, echoing the power of the stars above the sky, protecting the golden lion in it.

This is a kind of power that is close to a domain, shining with a kind of divine power.

With the blessing of this kind of power, the golden lion Frank Lampard, who was originally a big difference from Alves, has soared in strength, and unexpectedly showed a powerful aura that can rival the demigod-level powerhouse. The sub-god combat soldier had a huge black slashing sword, his aura rose even more, he advanced instead of retreating, and fought head-to-head with Alves.

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

He originally wanted to kill the weakest Zenit first to vent his anger, but who knew that the opponent suddenly showed such a powerful force, and he was obviously just a little warrior of Rising Sun level Dzogchen, how could he have enough strength to fight against him in a blink of an eye? A power comparable to his own?

What kind of power is lingering in him that can actually echo the sky?

And what is the origin of that golden armor that has such supernatural powers?

And there is actually an aggressive sword-shaped sub-god fighter?

Alves suddenly felt like a fool who picked a hard rock when he picked a soft persimmon.

Boom boom boom! ! !

It was as if the copper pot had touched an iron brush. In just ten seconds, hundreds of strokes were head-on, and the two were evenly tied.

Alves' domain power, which is enough to defeat any fighting spirit and magic, does not have the slightest advantage over the paper-thin star power hitting Lampard's body, instead he seems invincible. This violent Barcelona demigod was even more shocked, with an uncertain expression on his face.

boom--!

There was a series of violent explosions in the distance.

"Let's stop here!" Emperor Yaxin sent out hundreds of sword qi in a row, sighed, and finally stopped.

At this point in the battle, they were evenly matched. It would take ten days and a half months to decide the winner. It would be a waste of time to fight any longer. If there was a real fire, the surrounding area of ​​St. Petersburg would turn into hell.

Mascherano and Busquez stopped at the same time and retreated far away.

"Hmph, I won't kill you today." Alves' figure flashed, his green eyes filled with viciousness and violence.

"I'll wait for you to kill." Lampard looked calm, not angry at the opponent's provocation, as calm as a piece of ice that lasted forever.

Alves saw that there was no chance to take advantage of, so he had to retreat to the side of Busquez and the other in resentment.

"Unexpectedly, in a small first-tier empire, there are so many extremely powerful people. Zenit deserves it!"

Busquez stared at Emperor Yassin, as if he had forgotten the disaster he almost died before, and sighed, his injuries had already recovered, but because he had consumed too much original power, he was a little weak and his face was pale. Pale and terrible.

Emperor Yaxin stood tall, just sneered, disdainful of words.

"However, although it is powerful, it is too far away from my Barcelona Empire. If you continue to resist, it is tantamount to hitting yourself with a pebble and destroying yourself. If you offend the supreme Emperor Guardiola, I am afraid that the blood of Zenit will be killed." Cut it off from now on!" Busquez said very seriously: "Your Majesty is wise and insightful, why don't you stop fighting here and join Barcelona, ​​with your majesty's natural strength and talent, you will definitely be valued by Guardiola the Great, even if you can't be like Leo. Messi is one of the few people who is under one person and above ten thousand people, but he can also become one of the few most honorable people in Barcelona."

"Is Barcelona invincible in this world? Even if the gods invade, the Zenit people can only fight to the death!" Emperor Yashin stood with his hands behind his back.

"Your Majesty really doesn't want to think about it?" Busquez still tried to persuade.

"The dead souls of tens of thousands of Zenit people in southern Xinjiang who were tortured and killed by the Barcelona people do not want to see a kneeling imperial king." Emperor Yassin's voice was as clear as ice and snow, and his expression was as calm as ice and snow. He even smiled slightly when he said: "Besides, I also want to know how powerful the Barcelona Empire, known as the number one in the Western Regions, is!"

"Extremely arrogant!" Alves snorted coldly, "If a foolish king of a small country dares to be so presumptuous, you will definitely die without a place to die."

"Fight one-on-one, I will kill you with three moves." Emperor Yassin looked down at Alves with the aura like a snow-capped mountain.

"You..." Alves was furious.

However, when he was about to make a move, he saw the vaguely joking smile on the corner of his opponent's mouth. For some reason, his heart suddenly became cold, as if being poured from head to toe by a bucket of ice water. , suddenly disappeared without a trace.

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