In the VIP seating area, some people with more flexible minds suddenly thought of something, and the expressions on their faces began to become weird.
Because at this time, even a fool can see that the mission of the Marseille Empire is definitely deliberately finding fault with King Chambord, and it is obvious that it has been prepared for a long time, and it chooses to jump out at this time. At such a critical moment Well, asking Chambord to remove the magic shield was originally a very rude request, and Prince Cisse of Marseilles simply found a random excuse to declare war on Chambord.
In the air, there is a smell of conspiracy and killing.
The [Fashioned Horse] and the powerhouses of the Marseille Empire attacked the city of Chambord one after another. The matter was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.
This wedding night, but it's not going to be too smooth...
The three masters of the Marseille Empire approached silently, rolling towards the opposite side mercilessly with the momentum of a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
"Hahaha, don't hurry up and open the [Water Curtain Tianhua] protective cover, otherwise, the prince will start killing today, hum, a small subordinate country dares to disobey the prince's wishes, why don't you teach me a lesson? After a while, I can't let you lowly nouveau riche understand what the real background is!"
Prince Cisse of Marseilles was triumphant and bossy, his eyes full of undisguised provocation and banter.
Two moon-level powerhouses have already been entangled. Could it be possible that you, a small subsidiary country, can still have moon-level powerhouses stand up
This is the idea of Prince Cisse of Marseilles.
It is also the same thought of many people in the VIP area.
However, just when many people thought that the city of Chambord was at an absolute disadvantage, a scene that shocked them reappeared—"Is the Marseille Empire great, a shameless thing, a fool who presides over others?"
With a cold snort of disdain, in the seating area of Chambord City opposite, three figures standing proudly with deep aura came out slowly, lined up in the same line, among the hundreds of Chambord city urban management soldiers and Best Standing in front of him, it was as if an unattainable city wall had been erected, and the momentum crushed by the three masters of the Marseille Empire on the opposite side, like waves hitting a hard reef, was completely shattered, and disappeared in an instant !
"Another three moon-level masters? This is impossible!"
Someone was horrified and exclaimed.
This is impossible!
These four words have been mentioned too many times in the past half an hour tonight.
In every seemingly impossible situation, Chambord City would create miracles.
Three strong men from Chambord City, one of them has short silver-white hair and a burly figure, giving people a suffocating sense of oppression. His whole body is shrouded in pale golden fighting spirit flames, even if he is not stagnant in the void, just relying on that majestic breath, It has already been shown that he is also a strong man with monthly strength.
The other two, one has black hair and a half-short head, tall and thin, with slender arms reaching below the knees, fair complexion, a pair of eagle eyes shining brightly, the other is slightly thin, about twenty years old, giving people a very flexible look. It felt like he could disappear into the air with a twist.
"It's Pierce, Cech and Robben!"
Outside the light curtain, the Chambord people were boiling. They recognized the faces of these three moon-level powerhouses. They were all warriors born and bred in Chambord City. Now, under the cultivation of the unparalleled King Chambord, they have become so powerful!
Some outsiders who had known the number of masters in Chambord City before were also shocked to the point where they lost their language ability.
The second prince of Zenit, Dominguez, accidentally squeezed the handicapped puppy Oka in his arms and barked...
"Paul Pierce, Guardian of the Capricorn Holy Peak of the Twelve Golden Sacred Peaks of Chambord City, the Golden Saint Seiya of Capricornus."
Paul? Pierce seemed to have fully comprehended the essence of His Majesty's usual pretentiousness. He put on the coolest pose, with the most pretentious emphasis, and said his name word by word. His eyes were like eagles. Like a falcon, frightening, staring at a moon-level powerhouse from the Marseille Empire on the opposite side, the next moment, his figure was just a flicker, and he rushed to the opponent's body in an instant, punched out, and the sword energy flew across the sky.
It was also at this moment that a cloud of sky-blue flame suddenly flickered on the ground of the square.
In the next moment, everyone saw in disbelief that the white-haired Pierce and the moon-level powerhouse of the Marseille Empire were surrounded by another sky-blue light circle with a diameter of about 20 meters. , the six-pointed star flickered, and the mysterious and strange sky-blue runes flickered continuously, and a faint wall of light was erected on the edge.
Bang bang bang!
Boom boom boom!
The two moon-level powerhouses had fought for hundreds of blows in an instant.
In the fierce battle, the sharp and frightening energy that could pierce through the mountains overflowed like a raging wave, but once it hit the blue wall of light that day, it disappeared instantly without causing the slightest ripple. .
And... another magic circle at the level of a forbidden spell
"No, this is... the battle seal! It's the [Water God Battle Seal], my God, this... how did Chambord City master this kind of magic array?"
This time, [War Pirate] Melberry was the first to react. With his experience, he couldn't help but screamed out at this time. It can be seen how shocking his heart is. Only the real veterans, Only then did he understand what the existence of [Battle Seal] meant, Mellberg's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and for the first time there was a little fear in his heart. There was finally a slight wavering about the victory or defeat of today's action.
Chambord City, the King of Chambord, made him unable to see the depth at all.
at the same time.
On the ground, two groups of sky-blue flames flickered again.
The other two masters of the Metz Empire have already met their respective opponents, without the ability to dodge at all, they were divided and besieged by the [Water God Battle Seal] that emerged on the ground, and they could not join forces with each other. Or, a pair of shadows together.
"The Guardian of the Scorpio Sacred Peak of the Twelve Golden Sacred Peaks, Scorpio Saint Peter? Cech!"
"The Guardian of the Twelve Golden Sacred Peaks, Aryan the Libra Golden Saint? Robben!"
Two voices of drinking in unison, in the [Water Town Battle Seal], Cech and Robben took the initiative to attack at the same time, the light golden sharp gold fighting spirit and the cyan wind fighting spirit were blazing, and they were ruthless as soon as they struck. The killer move rushed towards the two moon-level powerhouses of the Marseille Empire.
above the square.
The earth-shattering sound of vindictive energy bursting continuously came from the three [Water God Battle Seals].
The terrifying energy turbulence, like a tsunami, even drowned the figures of the six masters who fought frantically. Even with the [Water God Battle Seal] blocking the light wall, everyone could still feel the suffocating aftermath of the battle .
It is the first time for most people to watch the life-and-death duel between moon-level powerhouses at such a close distance. They watched the three battle circles carefully, afraid that they would miss any wonderful scene, because maybe a certain move at a certain moment could inspire them to break through the shackles that have plagued them for a long time.
At this time, the north side of the square.
On the nine-story thirty-six-step high platform that was ignored by everyone because of the tense situation in the field, the silent back of Chambord King Alexander was taking one step at a time. With the slightest smell of fireworks, the sky blue robe fluttered in the night wind, as if he was left behind and independent, elegant and graceful, and he stepped on the steps leading to the peak of the ninth floor, and only a few people were left. to four steps.
[The Horse of the Wind] and the Marseille Empire, the two behemoths within a million miles, would have been frightened out of their wits by any other little king. Take a look.
"Hmph, King Chambord, you are a bit too arrogant. Commander Mellberg and Prince Sissey are so dignified. When I ask you in person, you don't respond at all. You are facing each other with swords... Do you really think that, This is your territory, so no one can uphold justice and fairness?"
In the VIP seating area, another person stood up.
Is it Ardito, the prince of the Metz Empire? sack.
Behind him, there were also three strong men with unkind faces.
With the same words, the same attitude, the same provocation, and the same excuse, no one thought that at this time, the Metz Empire would choose to stand on the opposite side of Chambord. , must represent the will of the Metz Empire.
Chambord City has provoked so many powerful forces at the same time, what's going on
Just when countless people felt that the situation was moving in a terrible direction that no one could predict, suddenly—bang!
A figure fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.
Was it Chambord City's first moon-level powerhouse, Didier? Didier Drogba, a burly man with a body like a mountain, had a few bloody wounds on his body at this time, which was shocking. The blood flowed down unstoppably, dyeing half of his body red. On the ground and under his feet, there were even more bloodstains, soaked in the smashed gravel.
This look of embarrassment... Did Drogba lose
Just when everyone thought that Chambord City had already lost a game, suddenly, another black shadow fell straight from the sky, hitting the ground hard like a meteor, causing smoke and dust to rise everywhere. The gravel splashed, but this figure lay limp on the ground, motionless, without the slightest breath.
It is [Bitter Death] Elm, a monthly master of [Fashioned Horse].
This long-famous butcher actually... died in battle!
Everyone's expressions that hadn't had time to bloom in the future froze on their faces in an instant.
Mellberg's eyes were wide open, and it was hard to believe what he saw. Elm was his most trusted arm, with outstanding strength. He was a veteran moon-level powerhouse. He had fought thousands of times and rarely lost. Died in a small city of Chambord? However, Sac, the prince of the Metz Empire who was originally aggressive, suddenly felt cold all over, and opened his mouth to say something.
"Pooh!"
Under the gaze of everyone, Drogba stood up slowly like he was bathed in blood, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face, his fighting spirit remained undiminished, his momentum was soaring, like a mad beast with the same hair, it was intimidating, and he dared not directly Drogba spat out a mouthful of blood in disdain, looked at Sac, and said: "Administration of justice? It's up to you? You are so fucking ridiculous! Where is the justice? You just talk about it!"