"Elaine, how are you?"

On the lawn of the green lion's house, a young man with a cold face stood in front of Charles, who was the first to rush to help.

He held the hilt of his sword in his hand and drew his sword, and the sword spread three feet in front of him, protecting Elaina tightly behind him.

Shooter Elaine was relieved to have Haytham as a reinforcement.

Although this wild wolf is only equal to Lucas in terms of strength, it can at least buy more time for the adults who come to help.

Thinking of this, she looked at Lucas, who was unconscious in her arms, and couldn't help but say with some worry:

"I'm fine, but Lucas..."

"Hmph, useless things, Leo's face has been lost to him. ”

After confirming that Elaine was safe and sound, Haytham was a little relieved, and then he took a sip of Lucas, the two have been fighting for everything since childhood, and of course they will not let go of this opportunity.

"Don't be careless, this drunkard is not simple," Elaine said hurriedly, she didn't want Haytham to fall like Lucas inexplicably.

In fact, even if she didn't remind her, Haytham didn't dare to underestimate Charles, if you want to talk about Lucas's strength, he is definitely the one who knows best.

"Hiccup..."

Charles squinted impatiently, the strength of the keel's wine had completely come up, and now with his eyes alone, he couldn't even see how many people were in front of him.

He simply closed his eyes, saving himself from being even more dizzy from shaking his head.

At this point, brain waves seem to be much more useful than eyes.

Haytham is different from Lucas, his swordsmanship was realized by himself during the struggle in the occupied area, after several life-and-death moments.

Although the drunken young man in front of him looked like he was about to fall down at any moment, and even closed his eyes slightly, his intuition told him:

He's been targeted!

The moment he was locked by Charles's brain waves, his pupils contracted suddenly, his hair stood on end, and his right hand instinctively clenched the hilt of the sword.

"Chin"

The sword was not unsheathed, but under Haythham's unconscious force, a snow-white blade was revealed.

Cen Cen sweat crept up his forehead, and he seemed to be back in the ruins outside the wall, back to the hungry beasts.

The long-lost survival instinct covered his whole body again, Haythami's feet unconsciously retreated half a step, he pressed the sword back into the sheath with difficulty, leaned over slightly, and posed in a complete sword drawing pose.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from afar:

"Haytham, be careful, this is the new young eagle!"

"What?"

It was Elaine who exclaimed, she recognized the mustache's voice, and among the few people under Haythin's command, he was still stable and reliable, and he would never talk nonsense at this time.

"Hmph! No wonder..."

Haytham gritted his teeth and whispered, he was not surprised, but more importantly, he was still relieved to be puzzled.

The unknown is the most terrifying, since you know that the opponent is a young eagle, it is at most just a sword.

"What about the eagle, kill you, it's a big deal that I will lose my life!"

Charles had turned off his vision at this time, but the movement of the person in front of him could not hide from him.

"Knife drawing?"

Charles "examined" Haytham and a person's life naturally popped up in his mind:

Kinta Ito.

Kinta Ito is a lieutenant colonel on the Aurora and one of the most kendo masters in the Earth Mother Star Alliance.

In the atmosphere of ancient Chinese martial arts prevailing in the entire Asian Union, he won a place in the army with his unpopular Japanese and swordsmanship.

Charles knew that his skills were a little sluggish at the moment, and "watched" that this was a plausible drawing technique, although he was not afraid, he would not rashly test the sword.

Just as he was hesitating, he stumbled slightly, and Haythami, who had seen the flaws, had already collapsed under his feet, and rushed over quickly with his sword.

"Kengqin!"

As usual, the sonorous and powerful sound of drawing the sword sounded.

Haytham was imposing, like a hungry wolf pounced, his fangs half-exposed.

But the sound of the sword being drawn came to an abrupt end, but a big hand mercilessly held Haytham's elbow and pressed the half-unsheathed sword back again.

"Drawing the sword, you, didn't practice it well..."

"What!"

Haytham himself didn't expect this trick to be blocked like this.

In his opinion, when the other party is unarmed, there is no other way but to distance himself from him.

But the other party's eyes closed made him unable to even draw his sword, and...

What is Knife Drawing?

"All, all want my life..."

Charles muttered in a low voice, but he was unforgiving, and slashed Haytham in the neck with a backhand knife.

"Hmm!"

Haytham took a sharp leap with the force of his elbow, and only then did he dodge the terrifying knife.

Although he realigned his posture and seemed to be about to burst out again at any moment, in fact, his right hand holding the sword was in a brief loss of strength due to the wrestling with Charles.

At this time, instead of taking advantage of the victory to pursue, Charles retreated a few steps as if he was electrocuted, looking like he was facing a great enemy:

"Big... How is that possible?"

Just as Haytham was puzzled, a hoarse voice sounded in the distance, and approached as fast as possible:

"That's it! Haytham

"Uncle Monkey!" Elaina's surprised voice came from behind her.

A strong wind blew and rustled the grass, and Haytham followed the sound and saw that it was dark in front of him, and a tall and emaciated figure had blocked in front of him.

The rickety back, the knee-high ape arms, and the copper rod on his shoulder that never left his body for a moment were none other than one of the pillars of the Lions, the golden monkey Raymond Balke.

"Well done. With a wave of his arm, Raymond protected several people behind him.

"But—" Haytham was about to say something, but saw that Raymond's wrist was already shaking slightly, and the copper rod was slashed down with the momentum of wind and thunder, as if he didn't want to say more to Charles.

Although Charles discovered Raymond at the first time, Raymond's posture is too special, and in the rough feedback of brain waves, he looks like a big monkey walking upright.

Charles suddenly recognized him as the mortal enemy of the steel-bone demon ape.

After hearing the other party's words, he was relieved, but the brain wave had just locked on Raymond with all his might, and the thick stick head of the bowl was mercilessly chopped down.

The stick was so fast and so hard that Charles didn't have time to dodge it, he subconsciously stood on tiptoe, raised his hands above his head, and held the copper stick tightly.

Who knew that the power carried by this bronze rod was extremely arrogant, and it hit Charles's palms and landed on his shoulders.

"Boom!"

The grass on the Green Lion's Mansion can be regarded as suffering.

The golden monkey came down with a stick and blew up a big pit three feet square, and for a while, the grass and soil were splashed everywhere, and the onlookers who were far away outside the wall were also splashed in the face.

"Bah, bah, Uncle Monkey is still so powerful. ”

Tori spat out a mouthful of mud and said excitedly as he clutched the fence.

"That's, Uncle Monkey is a general-level master, what about the young eagle, it's not a stick?"

The scumbag also wiped his face and said proudly, as if it was the stick he swung himself.

The mustache looked worried:

"Ah, this is troublesome, in case the lord investigates it, I'm afraid that Leo's side will not be able to explain..."

"Don't worry about it, people are fine, it's okay. ”

A familiar voice came out, but it was the tavern owner who was missing a front tooth.

I saw him poke his head out from behind Tori, and the crutch "Bang Bang" knocked on the iron fence, while scolding with a leaky accent:

"Little monkey, haven't you eaten? Could it be that you haven't seen you for a few days, have you been all on a woman's belly?"

Only then did everyone take a closer look, only to see that the drunken young man was carrying Raymond's copper rod and standing steadily in the pit, as if he had not been damaged at all.

In fact, the power of Raymond's stick is definitely the level of a general, and anyone below the rank of a fighter will definitely be either dead or disabled.

But the partial-born Charles is a wonder.

Before taking the move, he stood on tiptoe like a ghost, letting the unstoppable force unload along his palms, shoulders, waist, knees, and ankles, and was finally stomped by his heels.

The force of this unstoppable stick was unloaded on the grass for the most part.

But Rao is like this, Charles has a strange body, but he is still pressed by the copper rod and can't stand upright.

The power of the generals is terrifying.