Amidst the roar of anger, Drogba held a giant shield with an extremely strange shape in his hand. He lowered his body, put his shoulders against the shield, his muscles bulged, and a terrifying power erupted. He ran, pushing his whole body forward. The giant shield [Holy Clash], like a huge city wall, slammed into the stunned beard on the opposite side.
At this moment, everyone could vaguely see that a huge golden bull phantom totem flashed on Drogba's body. The golden bull, with indescribable magic, launched a ruthless sprint and trampled. A pair of golden horns, like Death Scythe.
call out!
With orange and water blue flames, two figures crossed past.
There was no such terrible burst of dou qi that people expected.
The scene suddenly changed from extremely gorgeous dynamics to motionless stillness.
"Uh... puff! How could it be... that shield... turned out to be... a high-ranking fighter!"
The moon-level master of the Mace Empire had round beard and rounded eyes, and his pupils gradually expanded. He couldn't believe until his death that he was the one who lost the battle.
His whole body, limbs and skeletons seemed to be torn apart by a sharp blade, and he spurted out bloody arrows, covered with dense wounds, and finally he couldn't stand anymore, and fell to the ground with a bang, wearing light armor All of them were shattered, and the water-blue fighting spirit gradually dissipated like extinguished smoke.
Spike!
The duel of the strongest moves, kill in one move!
Such an ending almost shocked everyone's eyes, and they only felt that the scene in front of them was too unbelievable.
The ending was a 180-degree turn from what everyone expected. I'm afraid that even the goddess of fate would not have known that the duel between the two would have such a result in the last second.
Everyone looked at Drogba's crumbling body, and could no longer suppress the shock in his heart.
At this moment, the figure covered in blood was not in the slightest embarrassment, but instead had a sense of majestic and tall visual impact that made people look up and was difficult to climb.
Of course, at the same time.
There were also some people whose gazes were as hot as fire, focusing on the huge shield [Holy Clash] beside Drogba.
"That's a fighting soldier, unexpectedly a strange-shaped fighting soldier! And according to the power that erupted just now, it is at least above the fifth rank!"
"How can there be fifth-tier fighting soldiers in Chambord City? This is not something that a small subordinate country can have. Only the legendary great blacksmith can create fighting soldiers... Could it be that there is a hidden one in Chambord City? An unknown mysterious great blacksmith?"
"King Chambord really has a lot of secrets, haha, once tonight's [Dragon Hunting Project] succeeds, the benefits we will get will probably far exceed the most optimistic estimate before!"
"This strong man named Drogba has a fifth-order fighting soldier. Doesn't that mean... other experts in Chambord City also have fighting soldiers?"
Thinking of this, many warriors who have long been secretly plotting to cause trouble even became short of breath.
They understand very well what a fighting soldier means to them. Even a high-ranking moon-level powerhouse often cannot get a fighting soldier. The most important reason for him being instantly killed by Drogba, who was seriously injured, was that there was a fighter in the hands of this Chambord warrior!
Whoosh whoosh!
After a brief silence, the mutation regenerated.
There were figures flickering on the square, and from the seating area on the ground, dozens of figures swept up like the wind, and rushed towards the seriously injured Drogba impatiently. The warriors in the city were seriously injured and lost their combat power. The best time to snatch the fighting soldiers [Holy Clash].
"Shameless!"
"mean!"
"roll!"
"court death!"
A series of shouts of anger resounded from the seating area of Chambord City, and the flames of fighting spirits of all colors bloomed like the most gorgeous fireworks. The strong Chambords who had been prepared for a long time rushed out at a faster speed, towards those who shot The figure of snatching blocked him, and one of the burly figures shining with silver lightning was the most eye-catching. In an instant, he slapped three palms in a row, smashing the three strong men on the opposite side into a blood mist, and came to Drogba Beside him, he grabbed Drogba's shoulder with one hand, and with a flicker, he brought Drogba back to the Chambord City camp.
Leo Golden Saint Frank? Lampard.
In the entire Chambord City, the strength is second only to the man of Chambord King Alexander.
Like a tiger entering a herd of sheep, he easily snatched back Drogba, who was seriously injured and unable to fight, together with the huge Tier 5 fighting soldier [Holy Clash].
Boom boom boom boom!
In the square, the powerful were fighting, and waves of grudges and magic were turbulent, colliding and bursting, and the momentum was terrifying.
After a brief chaotic battle, both sides felt the strength of the opponent, especially the strong strength shown by Lampard, which deterred the greed of some people. The two sides carefully chose to retreat temporarily. More than 30 people gathered in the square Divided into two groups, they confronted each other.
Judging from the number of strong players, Shampoo Chen's side is obviously at a disadvantage.
Lampard, Torres, Oleg, Akinfeev... On Chambord Chen's side, there are only four moon-level strongmen who are still capable.
On the opposite side, among the twenty-five or six people, except for a few distinguished princes, the others are all moon-level powerhouses from various countries. , All of them exposed their true colors, and their powerful strength was undoubtedly revealed. The flames of fighting spirit spread like the raging waves of the sea, and even the air was crushed by the breath of these strong men, making it suffocating.
"Hey, four vs. twenty-four, the gap is huge, and there must be no doubt about Chambord!"
"Six great empires, seven great family forces, two big mercenary groups... Hahahaha, Chambord City is strong, but how can it be our [Dragon Hunting Alliance]'s opponent? Tonight, Chambord City is doomed to be bloody!"
"Hand over all the fighters, King Alexander of Chambord abolishes his martial arts, and all Chambord moon-level powerhouses swear allegiance to us, and you will be saved from the slaughter of Chambord City tonight, otherwise... Jie Jie Jie Jie, in the city tonight, men, women, old and young, chickens Dogs don't stay!"
"Listen, idlers in the seating areas, I only ask questions about Chambord City tonight, it has nothing to do with you, just stay and watch the show honestly, I will save you from death, otherwise there will be no mercy!"
The scene had an absolute advantage, and the hidden identities from the [Dragon Hunting Alliance] finally revealed their faces, and each of them laughed grinningly.
In addition to the Marseille Empire, the Metz Empire, and the [Fashioned Horse] Mercenary Group, there are also the Empire of Lance, the Empire of Lille, the Empire of Rennes, and the Empire of Toulouse... all the imperial missions that came to Chambord to congratulate the wedding Among them, there are hidden moon-level powerhouses. At this moment, they tore off their camouflage, removed their hypocritical smiles, and revealed their ferocious fangs!
This is a terrifying force that is almost impossible to resist!
Six empires, seven families, two mercenary regiments... a total of twenty-four moon-level powerhouses, this is an imperial dynasty that can completely subvert 99% of the empire within a million square meters as long as they are willing The terrifying strength!
"Poor Chambord people, although you have shown shocking strength, this night is destined not to belong to you. In the face of absolute strength, you will all die!"
[War Pirates] Melberry finally breathed a sigh of relief, the power of the [Dragon Hunting Alliance] exploded, he no longer had to fight alone, and the balance of victory returned to his side.
"Kneel on your knees and beg for mercy, give up all resistance, and sacrifice your treasures, fighting soldiers, and battle seal formation map, this is your only choice!"
Cisse, the prince of the Marseille Empire, laughed out loud.
"Hmph, if you dare to resist, you will be shot and killed, and the city will be bloodbathed!"
Sark, the prince of the Metz Empire, is murderous.