In the next moment, only the faint sound of the blade cutting through the muscles was heard, and the long sword in Huntelaar's hand easily pierced into the opponent's right chest, and the opponent's fist also hit him in the abdomen without any fancy at this moment.

The young Zenit man went crazy and went so far as to resort to a lose-lose move.

That was Huntelaar's first thought.

But soon, the first swordsman of Ajax didn't care to think about it so much.

Because, it hurts!

It hurts so much!

Huntelaar never thought that the fist of a small star warrior could bring so much pain and damage to himself, and that kind of pain did not seem to come from the human world, like the curse of the devil in the abyss, draining all the power in his body, making it difficult for him to even move a finger at this time.

"Puff puff ——!!!"

The huge power contained in the fist exploded like in the body, causing all the old wounds on the first swordsman of Ajax to collapse in an instant, and blood spurted out uncontrollably from the fine and dense wounds like a fountain.

And his body, which was as tall as a gorilla, seemed to never be complete, and no matter how difficult it was, he finally instinctively bowed down, twitching like a writhing prawn twisting and struggling in boiling water.

Soon, tears poured out of his eyes.

The acid water that churned out of his stomach and the blood that rushed up from his throat mixed together and gushed out of his mouth.

These are the instinctive reactions of a person's abdomen after receiving a heavy blow.

Just a punch!

Just a punch!!

However, how great is the power of a level 84 barbarian?

This No. 1 swordsman of Ajax, a moon-level powerhouse high above, pushed the gold mountain and fell down.

He had to hunch his waist, becoming no different from the street brawler, clutching his stomach, looking pained, kneeling on the ground, completely incapacitated.

On the other side, the long sword pierced through Sun Fei's right chest.

The blade of the sword was still pierced in his body, and blood gushed from the wounds, staining his sky-blue robes red.

"Who's the fucking ant? Who's the fucking dragon?"

As if he didn't know the pain, Sun Fei grabbed Huntelaer's hair like a madman, dragged this moon-level powerhouse who had completely lost the power of resistance to the fighting soldier Heavenly Sword like a dead dog, and sneered: "It's a pity, Lao Tzu's heart is in the left chest, not the right chest, you are stupid, right? Haha, the first swordsman of bullshit, the moon-level powerhouse of bullshit, will vomit and be hurt if you drink too much, and pretend to be forced to Lao Tzu?

Bang Bang Bang!

The backhand is four loud slaps.

The strength of the level 84 barbarian did not have the slightest reservation, and Huntelaar was suddenly hit with red and swollen faces and splattered teeth.

The face of the first swordsman of Ajax soon turned into a pig's head, and his mouth was like a ripe peach, and he breathed rapidly, snorting and leaking air.

defeated the enemy in one move, Sun Fei was not satisfied.

He only felt as if something was about to explode in his heart, and his whole body was about to burn.

What kind of king's demeanor, aristocratic demeanor, master's appearance, all these bullshit things are thrown aside.

What Sun Fei needs now is to vent!

The most primitive and wild venting of fists and fists!!

In a trance, the emaciated but straight figure became clearer and clearer in his mind, but Sun Fei knew that he would never see this elder like a father and brother again, and this irreparable frustration made Sun Fei feel that what was flowing in his veins was not blood but magma, and he felt that a volcano spitting sulfur and smoke was about to erupt in his heart.

In the face of the mad King His Majesty, there was silence between heaven and earth.

Forty powerful Martial Saint Mountain Sect people, three hundred well-trained royal guards, the wise eldest princess in the magic carriage in the distance, the elite soldiers of the imperial capital, the soldiers of the major legions, and the people of the imperial capital Zenit who were still surrounding, and even the two enemies closest to Sun Fei, Amaury and Costacuta, were all shocked by this crazy scene at this moment.

Especially Amaury and Costa Kuta, they even forgot to help Huntelaar for a while, the whole process was too fast, who would have thought that Huntelaar would not be able to support a single move in the hands of this young man? And when everything was over, the instinct of being a martial arts powerhouse made them feel that they were not facing a person, but a divine dragon in a rage, exuding a dangerous aura like violent destruction!

Countless people mourned for the first swordsman of Ajax lying on the ground at this moment, this was an unbearable shame, being raised like a dead dog in front of thousands of enemies and two companions, for a moon-level powerhouse, it was worse than killing him.

But the eyes of the twenty Martial Saint Mountain Sect people were shining for a while, and they were eager to peel off Huntelaar and cramp to avenge Krasic, such a scene was undoubtedly extremely relieving.

This maverick king has ignited the flames in the hearts of countless people in the simplest and most brutal way!

The blood is boiling!

The soul is burning!

Burst!

A stream of bloody arrows shot out of the wound.

Sun Fei was unconscious, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, inch by inch, and slowly pulled the long sword inserted in his body from his body.

When!

Casually throwing the long sword to the ground, Sun Fei turned around slowly, ignoring the shocking wound on his body and spurting blood outward.

At this time, the face of the number one master of the subject country, where could he still see the bright smile that he had seen dozens of seconds ago, his eyes were already red as blood, and he only stared at Amaury and Costacuta, and let out a beast-like roar in his throat, his body flashed, and a series of vague phantoms were pulled out in the air, and he rushed forward frantically.

He is going to fight one against two.

As a star-level samurai, challenge two moon-level powerhouses?

He's crazy?

The forty Martial Saint Mountain Sect people were shocked, and some of the masters of the Praetorian Guard couldn't help but rush up to help, after all, Sun Fei was facing a second-level powerhouse, although he was seriously injured, but it was also a month-level powerhouse who could overwhelm tens of millions of people!

Bang bang!

However, before everyone could react, the sound of muscles crashing and long knives slashing muscles came out.

The three figures staggered, and the violent momentum exploded outward, and the huge momentum made everyone stumble and push backwards.

Then it was just a flash of lightning, and the three figures separated at the same time.

Everything comes to rest again.

Then, there was the sound of gasping for air.

This scene will forever be engraved in the souls of countless people around it, and it will never be forgotten -

A sword slashed deep into King Chambord's right shoulder, the blade stuck tightly in the muscles and bones, and a little more was about to cut off his entire shoulder, and a huge and shocking wound appeared on his waist, almost cutting him in two, and blood flowed out of the wound like a spring, staining his robes and the earth beneath his feet, as bright as a red rose.

Even with such a serious injury, his body stood as straight as Krasic, never bent in the slightest.

Beside him, Costacuta and Amaury were almost repeating the same movements as Huntelaar had fallen.

The two moon-level powerhouses instinctively covered their stomachs with their hands, tears and saliva mixed with snot and blood appeared on their faces, and they wanted to struggle, but their strength was completely drained, and even simple actions such as opening their mouths and breathing became extravagant.

Sun Fei gasped heavily.

He slowly raised his left arm, just like he had pulled out the long sword in his body before, and pulled out the war knife on his shoulder inch by inch, and in an instant, blood spurted wildly again, a burst of dizziness, a burst of severe pain, Sun Fei gritted his teeth and did not snort, his eyes turned black, but it seemed that only severe pain could make him feel more comfortable.

Barbarian Skill - [Iron Cloth Shirt].

Can make the body of the game character stiff as steel.

It was precisely with this skill, coupled with the fact that the barbarian system was already extremely strong, and the three moon-level powerhouses were all injured and could only exert less than half of their strength, so Sun Fei used the same way to temporarily abolish the combat effectiveness of the three in the most barbaric, rough and direct way.

Regardless of the strength of the moon-level powerhouse, the physical function has undergone a qualitative change, but the abdomen is still the softest and weakest in the human body, Sun Fei fought hard against the danger of his body being cut in two, and solved the problem in this way that was almost like a street hooligan fight.

This kind of completely crazy venting made Sun Fei's heart feel like it was about to explode and burn.

Shout!

Shout!

Holding the war knife that had just been pulled out of his body, the blade of the war knife was still flowing with Sun Fei's blood, His Majesty the King did not have any mercy, he shook his wrist, and several cold rays shot out, cutting off the tendons and tendons of the three moon-level powerhouses, and destroying the six most important fighting qi channels in the bodies of several people, only then did he throw the war knife aside, panting, and squatting on the ground without any image, treating his injuries.

"You...... Kill me, kill me, kill ......" Amaury didn't want to suffer the same insult as Huntelaar, and struggled to shout, at this time he had become a waste, and for a warrior, it was even more uncomfortable to die.

Sun Fei glanced at him coldly, opened his mouth, and drank a bottle of [Full Recovery Elixir].

He wouldn't let these three die so easily.

He wanted everyone to know what they did wrong and what price they had to pay for it when they decided to plot to kill the mighty powerhouse on Martial Saint Mountain.

Sun Fei is a madman!

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The third watch, the red ticket.