I saw that this was a muscular man more than two meters tall, with bronzed skin, knotted muscles, long hair flying wildly, holding a giant axe in his hand, his eyes were like knives, and he was so vicious that he couldn't be killed.

Seeing this person, Joyce grinned and said respectfully: "Honorable King Arthur's Eighth Knight of the Round Table, Francis, you are finally here." This stupid Chinese man frightened me and helped me teach him a lesson. ”

"What? the legendary Twelve Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur?"

Zhang Hongwei was suddenly shocked.

Legend has it that King Arthur had near-godly combat power and was likely to be a god. The Twelve Knights of the Round Table under his command are comparable to the Ten Dragon Warriors of our Huaguo Dragon Guard, and they all have grandmaster-level combat power.

And Zhang Hongwei is just a logistics staff of Long Wei, not even a soldier, and the difference between him and the Ten Dragon Generals is 108,000 miles.

In other words, he was simply no match for the Knight of the Eighth Round Table named Francis.

What's even more terrifying is that immediately after Francis, two more people appeared, a man and a woman, both blonde and blue-eyed Westerners.

The man is in a suit and leather shoes, with tough facial features, tall and handsome, and his blonde hair is shiny and shiny, and he is meticulously combed.

The woman is tall and tall, wearing a red leather coat, which sets off the exquisite undulating perfect figure, and her facial features are as delicate as a porcelain doll.

This is a pair of handsome men and women like a fairy couple, although they look harmless to humans and animals, but the aura emanating from their bodies is terrifying, and they are by no means ordinary people.

Joyce was examined twice, and the identity of the handsome man and beautiful woman was revealed, the male was Rust, the fourth knight of the Round Table, and the female was Ania, the sixth knight of the round table.

In the face of the three grandmaster-level powerhouses, Zhang Hongwei was like an ant that could be ignored.

However, he did not flinch, glared at the tiger, and angrily scolded the muscular hunk Francis: "Are you looking for death?

Boom!

His palm shook, and a wind blade swept out like lightning.

Zheng!

There was a sound of steel clattering, and Francis had a large cut in his clothes, but not a drop of blood flowed out, and only a faint mark appeared on his violent body.

His physical body was too strong, and his horizontal training was like steel, and Zhang Hongwei's wind blade couldn't be cut at all.

He was dumbfounded for a second, then retreated, smashing the window glass with a thud, jumping out and fleeing.

But at the moment when he jumped out of the window, there was a whoosh, and a golden soft whip burst out of the air, wrapped around him, and pulled the person back.

It was Ania, the Knight of the Sixth Round Table, who struck out, holding a golden soft whip in her hand, like a queen.

With a bang, Zhang Hongwei landed at Aniya's feet and fell dizzy.

Suddenly, Ania kicked a flying kick, and her slender jade legs were full of explosive power, and she actually kicked Zhang Hongwei out again.

"Smash him!" she said to the muscular hunk Francis, outrageously ruthless.

"You ant, dare to do it to me!"

Francis roared like a beast, then raised his axe and slashed out.

With his brute strength, the walls can be chiseled through with an axe, and the body of a person cannot be chopped into a pulp.

At this moment, Zhang Hongwei was desperate.

But in the midst of this lightning and flint, a golden ray of lightning shot out, and with a local sound, the giant axe in Francis's hand flew out. The tungsten steel axes were all carved out of a large crater, and the iron filings flew everywhere, cracks were everywhere, and they almost burst into pieces.

"Who?"

Everyone was shocked.

"Twelve Knights of the Round Table, isn't that remarkable?"

Then I heard a voice coming in through the door.

It was a young man with an oriental face, with his hands on his back and a cold face, walking step by step.

"Where did you get a little ghost who dares to insult me as a Knights of the Twelve Round Table?"

Enraged, Francis rushed over like a raging bear, raised his basketball-sized fist, and blasted the boy's head.

The young man didn't even bother to make a move, still carrying his hands behind his back, and two golden flames suddenly shot out from his indifferent eyes, like two fire dragons, and the void exploded inch by inch, burning Francis in the past.

"Made! " Francis exclaimed, his pupils narrowing in fright.

But the boy was too strong, the golden flames were like dragons, and the speed was ridiculously fast, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

"Take it!"

In a flash of lightning, a round shield in the hands of the Knight of the Fourth Round Table was thrown out in front of Francis.

This is a shield blessed by King Arthur's mana, which is not only impenetrable to heavy artillery bombardment, but also resistant to fire, magic, magic and other energy type attacks, comparable to a medium-grade spiritual weapon,

But it was useless at all, it was such a powerful protective shield, which was not blocked even for a moment under the chaotic golden flame, it melted into molten iron, and Fu Wen turned into flying ashes.

Poof!

Francis's pupils constricted, and he didn't have time to react before his bear-like body was pierced by the flames, and he couldn't even scream.

In an instant, his body burst into flames and he turned into a burning man.

After a few more moments, there was only a handful of fly ash left in place.

With just one look, he killed a Grandmaster-level Twelve Round Table Knights, how powerful is this?

There was a dead silence in the audience!

Joyce's eyes were so surprised that they were about to pop out.

"Damn it!"

The Sixth Round Table Knight Ania let out a coquettish shout, flew up, her slender limbs swelled like inflation, the power of the flood was surging, and the golden soft whip in her hand slammed Ye Tian over, like a war knife that broke through the air, the void exploded, and a gust of wind and thunder sounded.

"I know who you are, you are the young demon king of Huaguo, the golden god of war!" Rust, the fourth knight of the round table, was suddenly shocked, and then shouted to Ania: "Ania stop it, he is the golden god of war, we are not his opponents." ”

"What? she's ......"

In an instant, a cold sweat broke out on Aniya's forehead, and a touch of fear surged all over her body.

The Golden God of War, the Young Demon King, the Slaughtering Grandmaster is like slaughtering a dog, and the Killing God Realm is like killing a chicken, what a terrifying existence, King Arthur is not out, and the Twelve Knights of the Round Table are not necessarily his opponents.

However, the long whip in her hand was swung out, and it was too late to stop.

"Young man, I have no intention of being your enemy. She screamed.

Poof!

Ye Tian responded to her with two chaotic golden flames, and the golden whip in her hand broke in response. Then, like a sword, the flames slashed at her body again.

Seeing that Ye Tian had no intention of stopping, Rust, the knight of the fourth round table, shot out like lightning, and a long sword in his hand slashed at Ye Tian's neck.

"Don't!"

She let out a single scream, and her body was split in two by the slashing flames, and her whole body burst into flames.

At this time, behind Ye Tian, the Fourth Round Table Knight Rust was slashing with a sword force.

"Die!"

He turned around suddenly, his golden palm fingers glowed, and a chaotic golden qi in his palm made a thunderous explosion, breaking through the air.

Snort!

The chaotic golden qi first hit the long sword, and then saw a terrifying scene, the long sword exploded inch by inch from the tip of the sword to the handle, turning into iron filings.

"Ahh

With a terrible scream, Chaos Golden Qi penetrated through his body and erupted from Rust's body.

A golden ray flashed, and Rust turned into powder, not even a single cell remained, and turned into various molecules.