In the face of the earth-shattering fist flames in the sky, Lampard still slashed with a tepid sword.

His swing of the sword may seem slow, but just when you think your eyes have captured his sword path, what you see is nothing more than a phantom of nothingness.

At the same time as swinging the sword, a series of subtle crackling sounds like torch explosions came from the sword body of the black giant sword, and countless irregular plasma filled the black sword body, completely enveloping the black sword body.

Then, a silvery-white dazzling plasma as thick as an arm burst out from the tip of the sword, meeting the fist flame in the sky like a meteor falling.

Boom ——!

At the moment when the two terrifying forces collided, the heavens and the earth seemed to suddenly fall silent.

Even time and space suddenly froze.

Just when people were stunned as to why there was no such terrible burst of power as they imagined, a belated roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and then the silver snake-like plasma and the crimson flames in the sky mixed with each other and bloomed, like a beautiful and deadly firework, giving a shocking blow in the gap of people's minds.

At this moment, it was as if heaven and earth were destroyed.

The coalition soldiers who were fighting directly below felt a hurricane blow blowing, and thousands of soldiers flew all over the sky like rice husks in a hurricane, and then fell down screaming.

The battle between the two powerhouses finally affected ordinary soldiers.

Many of them will never forget this terrible scene for the rest of their lives.

Frank Lampard also staggered back three or four steps under the force of the shock before slowly standing firm, the bruises on his arms exposed, and a trace of blood was dripping.

In the sky, Pedro obviously did not feel any discomfort because of this, and in the next moment, it was Hasselbaink, who was attacked, that hit another punch and spewed out a bloody arrow from his mouth.

"Damn it!"

He roared like a trapped beast, his body flashed, and he immediately retreated and opened up the distance, and then raised his hand to swallow some potion, and all the injuries on his body recovered in an instant.

Seeing that Lampard was safe, Hasselbaink finally felt relieved, and laughed angrily: "Haha, I forgot, you still have the divine sword given by His Majesty in your hand, it is better to work side by side and do a big job today to slaughter this demigod of Barcelona!"

'Good!' Lampard replied in a simple word.

Before the words fell, his figure had already swept into the sky like lightning, still a sword that was not skillfully slashed, but with a terrifying power that had never been seen before, especially the black giant sword, which suddenly roared like a resurrected god, bursting out with a power comparable to the realm of demigods, and shattering the night sky.

"How is that possible?" Pedro's pupils narrowed.

This red-haired man, the strength he showed before was clearly only at the middle level of the Great Sun Venerable Rank, and it was difficult to even take a punch from himself, but now why did he suddenly burst out with the power that even he felt threatened?

Suddenly, Pedro's gaze focused on the black greatsword.

He suddenly understood something.

"It's actually a sub-god fighter?a sword-shaped subgod fighter?What is the origin of this red-haired man?There is such a treasure?" Pedro was extremely surprised in his heart, the sub-god fighter is not a cabbage on the side of the road, even in the Barcelona Empire, there are only a few high-powered super-big people, Pedro as a representative of the supernova military in Barcelona, how can he get such a divine weapon.

After a slight startle, Pedro's mind came alive.

"Okay, I'm missing a weapon, and since you've sent it to the door, I'll laugh at it, haha!" Pedro didn't retreat, his flames soaring, and he swept towards Lampard like a sea.

"I'm really talking big and I'm not afraid to flash my tongue, boy, today Grandpa cut off your dog's head, and let the Barcelona robbers know that the Zenit people will not be bullied. ”

On the side, Hasselbaink was afraid that Lampard would lose, so he immediately stepped in to help, two-on-one.

Fierce battles began again.

Lampard has a huge secret hidden in his body, his strength has grown so fast, he can be called a pervert, he is the most of the major golden saint fighters, at this time he is already a great sun-level powerhouse of the Rising Sun rank, and the black huge sword in his hand is a fighting soldier obtained by Sun Fei from the last ancestral land of the dwarf clan, and after an unknown number of years of erosion, the rank has retreated to the eighth order.

However, during this time, he was warmed and nurtured by Lampard with the power of his own origin, and at this time he re-advanced, reaching the rank of a sub-god fighter, with one person and one sword combined, comparable to a demigod-level powerhouse.

And Hasselbaink himself is a veteran powerhouse, plus he has been taught by Sun Fei's [Necromancer Mode], and his strength has long been at the peak of the Great Ri Venerable Position, and he is a half-step demigod powerhouse.

The two teamed up against Pedro and soon gained the upper hand.

"Hey, little guy, you don't seem to be able to do it, haha, grandpa hung up on you today and made the people of Barcelona miserable for three days!" Hasselbaink and Sun Fei have been together for a long time, and they are inevitably contaminated with the bad taste of His Majesty and deliberately distract their opponents.

"Hmph, do you really think that you can rely on more to win? Then you really underestimate the foundation of a ninth-level empire. ”

Pedro couldn't bear it, and finally seemed to have made some decision, suddenly snorted coldly, flashed out of the battlefield, raised his head, swallowed a bottle of unknown elixir, and the next moment, a strange change appeared, and the fighting spirit on his body suddenly skyrocketed, and the crimson flames in the sky seemed to be dyed with ink, and suddenly turned into a terrifying thick black flame, and the aura skyrocketed and strengthened countless times more terrifying.

He threw his fists, and the sky collapsed.

"I, despise, actually snort.. Medicine!" Hasselbaink hurriedly retreated to dodge.

In the blink of an eye, Hasselbaink and Lampard were suppressed.

"Damn, I didn't expect this kid to hide his wife's book, and Lao Tzu's hole cards are about to be taken out......"

Hasselbaink knew that he couldn't delay any longer, and with a clench of his hands in the void, he pulled out a huge exaggerated Death Scythe-like strange weapon, and with a backhand slash, it stabbed with a bang, and immediately tore a thin piece of paper, opening a long crack in the thick black flame in the void.

Another sub-god fighter?

It was Pedro's turn to be frightened.

Hasselbaink's strength was already terrifying, and at this time, he took out a sub-god fighter, and it was a two-man attack, which made this top student of the Royal Military Academy of La Masia immediately understand that in today's battle, I am afraid that there will be more defeats and fewer victories, and if it is delayed, it will be dangerous.

He snapped a blow to Lampard's lightning sword, slamming his body backwards as he pulled out a magic scroll from his bosom and shook it into the wind.

A cyan pillar of light sealed in it suddenly burst out.

At this moment, even Tiandou was shocked, and the pale cyan pillar of light shot head-on at Lampard, who only had time to push the sub-god fighter forward sideways, only to feel a huge shock in his body, and flew out with blood.

In this magic scroll, there is a power that does not belong to humans.

Pedro's strike knocked Frank Lampard away and he didn't dare to fight back, it was his last resort, and he immediately dodged to get out of the field.

Who knew that at this moment, a sharp sword light broke through the air.

When he noticed it, the knife light had already reached his back, almost to the extreme, and it was difficult to reflect, and he only had time to turn sideways slightly in a hurry, only to feel that half of his back was cold, and a cyan jade on his body was shattered, and his whole person also took advantage of this to dodge thousands of kilometers away.

"Want to run? It's too late, let Lao Tzu stay obediently. ”

Hasselbaink laughed, and the death sickle in his hand drew an elusive arctic trajectory, and the blow was successful, like a maggot attached to the bone, and the light of the knife formed a dense net, which was born and disappeared, and greeted Pedro from front to back, left and right.

The Necromancer was also extremely puzzled.

The move just now was clearly successful, but he didn't cut this Barcelona powerhouse in half, and the opponent seemed to have some kind of magic props hidden in his body that could block the killing blow.

At this point, Pedro is completely passive.

The chill in his back had completely turned into severe pain, and he knew that he had been seriously injured and had to be treated quickly, but under the pressure of his opponent, he could not spare the energy to recover.

After persisting for more than ten seconds, beads of sweat the size of soybeans couldn't help but come out of Pedro's forehead.

After decades of fighting in the north and south, this was the first time Pedro had encountered such a dangerous situation, and the cold tentacles of death had already choked his throat.

"Ahh......h

Who knows, in the next moment, happiness suddenly came.

The opponent's pervasive and sharp sword light suddenly slammed inexplicably, and there was an extremely obvious flaw in the sword light net.

"Chance!" Pedro's eyes lit up as he was on the verge of death.

At this time, he didn't have time to think about whether this was a flaw deliberately exposed by his opponent or something else, and rushed forward with all his might, burning his own source power, and the whole person turned into an unreachable firelight, a flicker, which had already melted into the void and disappeared without a trace.

Under the threat of death, the proud general of the Barcelona Empire finally abandoned the forty or fifty thousand Barcelona soldiers below, and also abandoned the glory and dignity of being the commander of the first army, and fled alone.

"Damn, it seems that the mage has a bony body, and he has to admit it when he plays melee combat!"

The Necromancer Hasselbaink shook his head in regret.

The knife technique of this set of death scythes was squeezed by him from the dark demon armor Barcelturk, which was extremely powerful, and it was suitable for this huge death scythe, but unfortunately he was a magician after all, and the strength of hand-to-hand combat was too different, and a set of scythe knife techniques evolved to the end, and the physical strength was difficult to support, and there was a flaw in necessity.

And for a supreme man like Pedro, even a fleeting flaw is enough for him to escape ten thousand times.

"It's a pity that Lao Tzu's undead magic can't be revealed, otherwise he would have killed that grandson a long time ago. The Necromancer shook his head helplessly.

Although the Holy See has encountered a provocation now, and the notification of the mainland faith is not as strong as before, necromancy is still a taboo topic for the mainland human race, and he can't show his true strength, otherwise he wouldn't have fought with Pedro's back for so long, and he still joined forces with Lampard.

"I wonder what happened to this guy Frank?" Thinking of Lampard, Hasselbaink thought of the picture of the handsome red-haired middle-aged man being knocked away by the power of the scroll just now, and his heart tightened, and he was about to turn around and go down to check.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. At this moment, a flat voice suddenly came from the necromancer's side.

"Rub, can you suddenly appear next to me without saying a word, and scare people to death!" The necromancer shrugged, and then swooped down to the ground as if **, laughing and said: "Since even the main general has escaped, let's kill today, let the people of Barcelona taste the taste of tears, hahaha!"

Hasselbaink turned into a streamer of light, flew close to the ground, and where he passed, a Barcelona soldier crackled like a firecracker, and before he could even scream, he died completely.

The slaughter of a Great Day-level peak powerhouse who shot with all his strength was not at all something that these ordinary soldiers could withstand.

Even if there are still some strong men in the Barcelona army, they can't hold on to a single move in the hands of the necromancer.

Lampard looked at the deplorable situation below, hesitated, and did not stop the Necromancer's actions.

According to the tradition of the war history on the continent of Azeroth, as an extremely strong man, he should not have slaughtered ordinary soldiers like this, but since the Barcelona people invaded Zenit, they have pursued a genocidal policy in southern Xinjiang, and they don't know how many Zenit civilians they have slaughtered, even the elderly and three-year-old children, burning, killing and looting, they are simply a group of demons in human skin, doing all kinds of evil, and they are not worthy of sympathy for such an opponent who has broken the basic rules of war.

In fact, this is one of the reasons why the Necromancer is slaughtering.

Without the presence of extreme powerhouses, the fate of this Barcelona army is already doomed.

Therefore, the second princes, Dominguez and Aljan the Elder, did not command the Zenit army to counterattack, but still retreated in an orderly manner.

The battle, which lasted less than thirty minutes, saw the Barcelona legion completely collapse and retreat, like sand washed away by a flood, and soon disappeared into the vast plain.

It was the first time Barcelona had suffered such a massive rout since their invasion of Zenit.

Some soldiers and officers who could not accept their defeat to a small first-class empire, only felt that the faith in their hearts had collapsed, and committed suicide in pain, for these militarists, defeat was unacceptable, which was equivalent to losing their glory and pride as an imperial soldier.

It was not until the defeated soldiers fled from the battlefield and retreated for nearly 500 kilometers that they encountered the follow-up Barcelona army that came to support.

"Hmph, it's really funny, doesn't Pedro claim to have the blood of the Catalan royal family in his body, and has a bullshit inexplicable sense of superiority, hasn't he always looked down on us outsiders?

The Barcelona commander who led the reinforcements sneered.

"I heard that Pedro has fled for his life...... someone said.

"Hmph, the Lord will escape, why don't the sergeants die in battle to defend the glory of the Empire? It is really unforgivable to flee, come and kill all the retreating defeated troops for me!" The commander had gloomy eyes, deep pupils, and a devilish pupil.

He seems to be not afraid of Pedro's prestige, and he is full of murderous spirit, and he wants to kill his own defeated army.

"Lord Alves, isn't this too ......?" someone next to him tried to persuade.

"My command is never repeated a second time. Alves' tone was cold, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

No one dares to stop it.

Later histories are recorded as follows-

On that day, the Barcelona [Poseidon Spear] Legion and the [Hand of Judgment] Legion were incredibly defeated by the Zenit Southern Xinjiang Army in a duel of equal military strength, the commander Pedro was seriously injured and disappeared, and the commander Alves, who had always been at odds with Pedro and others, took the opportunity to save the glory of the empire and died, killing and retreating nearly 10,000 soldiers, staining the earth with blood and water, and piling up corpses.

However, the pace of the Barcelona invasion did not slow down, and a steady stream of follow-up troops, landing from the Byzantine harbor, set foot on the territory of Zenit, with more than half a million troops.

At the same time, the situation of the Zenit people who returned from a great victory eased slightly, and the Zenit military department, which finally reacted, sent ten legions with a total of 300,000 troops into the southern Xinjiang battlefield.

For the Zenits, victory in a war was not enough to avert the crisis of the Empire.

An even more terrible war awaits them.

No one on the entire continent believed that this weak first-class empire would be able to hold out for more than a month under the iron hooves of the angry Barcelonamen, and the fall of the Zenit Empire seemed to be predictable.

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Meanwhile.

Far away in the Exiled Lands, the Badwater Swamp.

Sun Fei was immersed in the joy of the birth of the first batch of a total of one hundred Mystical Gold Battle Soul Warriors.

"You're doing a good job. His Majesty the King patted Hasselbaink with great satisfaction, the latter was immediately flattered, and knelt on the ground again with a bang, Sun Fei shook his head helplessly: "Go, take [No. 1] to [No. 100], and carry out the next plan, before the sun rises tomorrow, help me get back 20,000 silver crystals, how do you know how to do it, don't force the souls in these crystals, I want them to willingly return to the continent of Azeroth with me." ”

"Understand, great and honorable master, you can rest assured!"

Although Basturk is a slut, he is also an absolutely capable slut, and soon has a way, with a hundred powerful and terrible thugs, he marches towards the depths of the Badwater Swamp.

Sun Fei calculated the time: "It's almost time, it's time to return to the city of Beamon." ”

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