On the top of Jianfeng, under the bright moon.
That slightly thin figure was none other than the mysterious strong man who had been carefully teaching Fei in the [Great Pit Battlefield] deep in the Moro Mountains some time ago.
Zenit Vu Santa Krasic!
An extremely dazzling and glorious name, these four characters represent a legend and a kind of honor.
Fei had guessed many times that he could easily take out Emperor Yassin's cultivation handbook and many advanced cheats from the imperial arsenal. What is the identity of this mysterious strong man, Emperor Yassin? Experts outside the world? Or is it Akinfeev, the Grand Knight Commander of the Knights Hall who never sees the end of the dragon? I just didn't expect that this mysterious strong man turned out to be Saint Krasic, the supreme warrior of the empire!
Fei couldn't help standing up immediately, and opened his mouth to shout: "Senior!"
"kindness."
Standing tall on the top of the mountain, Wu Sheng Krasic turned his head to look at Fei, and nodded slightly. His figure was as majestic as a mountain, and the howling mountain wind messed up Wu Sheng's long hair, which danced wildly, full of a kind of magic. , Strong winds that cannot be seen by the naked eye overflowed into the dark sky, making everyone feel terrible pressure, as if a demon god descended on the world.
After receiving Wu Sheng Krasic's response, Fei's mood suddenly became very good.
What Fei cared about was not Krasic's status as a Martial Saint, but the care and love that this silent and emaciated elder had always shown him.
At the beginning, Fei was chased and killed by the mysterious and powerful assassin in the twenty-mile affiliated state camp. It was Wu Sheng Krasic who came here in person. The battle between the two of them resulted in the [Great Pit Battlefield] with a radius of one thousand meters and the turbulent flow of fighting spirit in the void with the imprint of fisting, which severely injured the powerful assassin. To point out Fei, as long as Sun Fei has some requirements in martial arts, he will try his best to meet them, and even the martial arts cultivation experience of Emperor Yassin of the empire can be used for Fei to figure out and learn...
Although the contact was only less than 20 days, it was during this time that Fei's martial arts foundation in the real world was formed, and it was also during this time that Fei's concentration and reintegration of the lethality of various characters in the dark world In a short period of time, a prototype was finally formed.
For Fei, Krasic is not a lofty Imperial Martial Saint, but a relative who is like a teacher, father, teacher and friend.
For this Imperial Martial Saint, Fei had more respect and gratitude in his heart.
Originally, I thought that I didn't know when it would be when I met the mysterious strong man again, but fate is so wonderful, who knew that the two would meet again so soon, and they still met on this occasion.
"Senior, be careful."
At this time, Fei's concern was chaotic, and he felt a little uneasy, so he couldn't help shouting again.
"kindness."
Krasic was still indifferent, and nodded slightly.
But just these two sentences of "en" have shocked countless people around, especially those nobles of Zenit. All kinds of legends about martial saints have long worn their ears. It is said that this imperial martial saint is extremely indifferent. Santa Krasic didn't even get a word of "graciousness" from the imperial martial saint. In comparison, although King Chambord also gained fame, he was still far behind the Pope. The favor of the Imperial Martial Saint
For a moment, even the eldest princess and Paris looked at Fei with undisguised surprise.
The shock in the hearts of the fourth prince Christo and some other nobles was even more indescribable. The corner of Christo's mouth twitched, and he realized that he seemed to have done something wrong. I don't know if it is too late to fix it now
On the other hand, the second prince, Dominguez, still didn't have any surprises, as if he didn't see or hear anything, he happily teased the disabled puppy Oka in his arms, the little pink tongue deep inside the puppy He licked the prince's cheek piercingly, and his big black eyes were full of intimacy with his master.
"Is this young man your disciple?"
On the summit of Jianfeng, the silent Spartacus Saint Iaquinta raised his eyebrows, and the pupils of his eyes had turned blood red, radiating a scorching brilliance, and asked suddenly.
"no."
Krasic shook his head slightly, not caring about the abnormality of Iaquinta's pupils.
"Master, he is the Zenit who injured Brother Barton."
Someone among the Spartacus warriors below replied loudly.
"oh?"
Iaquinta's pupils shone down like two magic lamps.
The gloomy sky made Jianfeng a little dark at dusk, and the pupils of the Spartacus warrior gave people a strange atmosphere, like two fire-colored lightnings tore the sky and split it down. It was just a look , brought huge pressure, and the people around the open grassland changed color one after another, and the ones with the most strength already fell to their knees and howled and struggled.
And Fei was enveloped by these two lightning-like eyes.
"Hahaha, old guy, you think you are the lighthouse of the terminal, what are you looking at?"
With a thought in Fei's mind, he suddenly yelled curses without grace. His handsome body stood upright, layers of invisible power fluctuations spread, and even the naked eye could see some fine pieces of soil and grass floating gently as if they had lost gravity. .
"kindness?"
Seeing that this Zenit dared to resist his conscious pressure, Saint Iaquinta of Spartacus changed his expression slightly, stretched out a finger and stroked lightly in the void, and said: "Stupid and poor Zenit people, since you dare to break one arm of my disciple Barton, I will not kill you today, just leave your arm alone."
As Iaquinta pointed out, the wind and cloud in the sky changed suddenly, the air flow surged crazily, and an irresistible red bright line appeared silently in the void, moving towards the sky at a speed beyond the limit of the naked eye. Seeing Fei's right arm being cut.
Spartacus Martial Saint, actually attacked King Chambord first
Could it be that King Chambord is an idiot who doesn't know how to live or die, who actually took the initiative to provoke a martial saint, what is the difference between this and courting death
At this time, even the lowest-strength people felt the horror of the Spartak Empire's martial saints. Although they could not capture the trajectory of that finger, they could feel the breath of death in an instant. Some of them had a good impression of King Chambord. The master's face suddenly changed, and it was too late to scream to remind him.
And this scene was obviously expected by the Spartak Empire warrior who loudly corrected Fei just now. The Spartak warriors couldn't help laughing when they saw that the mythical master was really angry.
But—boom!
Fei's movements were also too fast to be captured, his arms left lifelike phantoms in the void, and when everyone reacted, they saw a thin layer of glazed flames covering King Chambord's right fist, as if It will be broken at the touch of a touch, but it firmly resists the scarlet light that contains a terrifying aura.
"Bah! You only have to draw a stick, but you dare to jump out and pretend to be aggressive if you get a live wire?"
Fei Fei sneered again and again.
He stood firmly on the spot, looked up at the Spartacus warrior on the top of the mountain with disdain, and did not make any gestures. The power of the 84-level barbarian with his right fist exploded, and along the way he hit the [Gravity Strike] Amidst the deafening roar of the skill, the murderous flame power emitted by Iaquinta was instantly shattered and annihilated in the void.
There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth.
Countless inconceivable gazes cast on Fei.
The second prince Dominguez sat back slowly after standing up, a strange color flashed between his eyebrows, the thick old book that the eldest princess had been holding in his hand fell to the ground without knowing it, Papa Liz brushed the ends of her hair subconsciously, and the eyeballs of the dozen or so Spartacus warriors almost fell out of their sockets, and their mouths almost tore their cheeks open!
"Huh? Damn it! Stupid Zenit people, you are looking for death!"
Spartacus Saint Iaquinta obviously didn't look tall. This Zenit was so powerful, he was startled and furious. His dignity as a martial saint was challenged, like a giant dragon being humiliated by a dog, his whole body was filled with flames, and his whole body seemed to have turned into red jade, faintly emitting fire.
In a rage, the world changed color.
Saint Iaquinta of Spartacus saw that this Zenit man was strong, and was about to use his full strength to kill him with one move, at this moment—"Your opponent is me."
Krasic, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stretched out his palm behind his back, as if brushing away the dust in front of him, and pressed without the slightest smell of fireworks. The next moment, blue flames flickered, and one of them was more than 20 meters away. His huge cyan palm seemed to protrude from the void, and it ruthlessly pressed down on Iaquinta.
"Hahaha, good! Well done! Krasic, wait until I beat you to death in front of these Zenit people. Teach them to see clearly that you, the so-called warrior saint, are nothing more than a human It’s just a poor thing that can’t be saved, and then go kill that little guy!”
Iaquinta laughed and raised his hand slightly.
The same huge palm that touched more than 20 meters appeared out of thin air, flashed, and met the blue palm. For a moment, the sky and the earth shook, and the blue and red flames scattered all over the sky like shooting stars.
The two strong fighters at the level of Martial Saints are finally fighting at this moment!
At this moment, in St. Petersburg, the imperial capital, in the 20-mile affiliated state-run area outside the imperial capital, and even the people of the entire Zenit Empire, they were all looking at the majestic Sword Peak soaring into the clouds, watching the eruption in the sky. The overflowing cyan and red streamers are praying devoutly, hoping that the Imperial Martial Saint Krasic can win the final victory!
As for Fei, he exhaled lightly.
His Majesty the King was watching the terrifying battle on the top of the mountain calmly, and only hoped that what he had just done could help Zenitwu Santa Krasic.