Under the attention of everyone, I saw that the Chambord King, who was holding the small hands of the two peerless princesses and stepping on the first step of the thirty-six steps of the ninth floor, was only roaring at the first time, and after a little pause, he didn't pay attention to it anymore, and even turned around and turned back, and continued to step towards the second step unhurriedly.

This kind of attitude does not take the famous [war pirate] Melberry within a radius of thousands of miles into account.

A stunned uproar erupted.

Melberry was slightly stunned, then furious, raised his head and laughed wildly, his voice was like thunder, and his messy light chestnut hair stood up wildly, like sharp steel needles.

"Okay, it's really good, it's very good, Lao Tzu has been crisscrossing the continent for more than a hundred years, and it's the first time I've met such an arrogant junior boy, since that's the case, from now on, there is no need for Chambord City to continue to exist, any Chambord person will be my [Wind Horse]......'s mortal enemy! Alexander, you wouldn't be so naïve to think that this poor ant could stop Lao Tzu?!

With Melberry's shout, a tall, lanky horse-faced mercenary behind him stepped out.

This person has a slender face, a sad face, as if he has a bitter hatred with the whole world, wearing a very ordinary light red mercenary leather armor, without saying a word, killing Ling Ran, step by step towards the nine-layer thirty-six-step platform.

This tall and thin mercenary called Elm only walked a few steps, and he didn't see any fighting aura flickering on his body, but he had already slowly risen half a meter from the ground, stepping on the void, as if there was something invisible under his feet supporting him, walking extremely steadily, not slowly, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

"Moon-level powerhouse!" someone let out an uncontrollable exclamation.

This tall and thin mercenary with a sad face can freeze the void so easily, which is the rank symbol of a moon-level powerhouse.

"Ah, I know, he is [Bitter Killing God] Elm, one of the top ten generals of the [Wind Horse] mercenary group, once under the rage, overnight, slaughtered ten cities in a third-level empire, leaving no one alive, even the children who just spoke out were killed, cruel and terrifying, a body of flame fighting is weird and extraordinary, he is one of the most brutal moon-level masters under the command of [War Pirate] Melberry, it is said that his strength has been about to reach the half-moon level realm many years ago!"

In the VIP area, a well-informed person told the origin of this tall and thin mercenary, and the voice was not loud or small, which happened to make everyone in the audience hear it clearly.

At this moment, everyone looked at the eyes of the hundred and ten heavily armored soldiers in Chambord City, and they all sympathized.

No matter how thick the armor is, in front of the strength of the moon-level powerhouse, it is as vulnerable as paper paste, if a master like the King of Chambord does not make a move, then these one hundred and ten elite soldiers with commendable courage are afraid that in an instant, they will become piles of iron filings and minced meat, and in the face of absolute strength, any courage and loyalty will not help in the slightest.

One by one, they looked at the young king.

However, what they see is still the back.

As if he had never noticed what was happening behind him, Alexander, the king of Chambord, took the hands of the two peerless princesses, and still walked towards the nine-story and thirty-six-step platform step by step.

Does he not care about the life and death of his soldiers at all?

Still is......

The sad face of the tall and thin mercenary Elm showed a trace of cruelty and hideousness.

The light in his eyes burst out, he was in the half-meter void, his right hand gently shook in the void, and then with a push, a pillar of crimson hot light, under this unhurried movement, appeared out of thin air, and the palpitating aura of power instantly spread in the square.

The casual blow of a moon-level powerhouse is a fatal disaster for an ordinary star-level martial artist.

The pillar of red flame light, with the hideous death aura of the Grim Reaper, set off a hurricane-like scorching wave of hot air, blasting towards the one hundred and ten Chambord city managers who were twenty meters away.

[Bitter Face Killing God]!

He's going to kill the soldiers first, and then the King of Chambord!

On the opposite side, not a single Chambord City Chengguan warrior retreated, and under the hundred pitch-black silent helmets and armor, there were two hundred cold and firm eyes, facing the terrifying attack that was enough to make them instantly disintegrate, without the slightest emotional fluctuation and change.

Because at this moment, a majestic figure suddenly appeared in front of the city managers, blocking the pillar of red light flames.

Under the glorious moon shadow, I saw a sneer of disdain on this person's face, and he raised his hand lightly without hurrying, and held the flame light pillar in the palm of his hand, and then his five fingers suddenly clenched, and in an understatement, effortlessly, he smashed the red flame light pillar that was enough to kill hundreds of star martial artists, like crushing a piece of cheese, and disappeared into the void bit by bit.

"Huh?" Elm, the tall and thin mercenary, frowned slightly on his sad face.

This opponent who suddenly appeared was able to crush his own attacks lightly, and his strength had obviously entered the moon-level realm, and this person had an aura of power that Elm couldn't understand a little, and he was definitely a fierce opponent that could not be ignored.

Everyone on three sides of the VIP area couldn't help but let out an exclamation in unison.

Everyone only felt that this scene was too tortuous and heartbeat, and at such a critical moment, a moon-level powerhouse other than the Chambord King also appeared on the side of Chambord City, blocking the attack of the [Wind Horse] moon-level master, no wonder the young king didn't pay any attention to everything that happened behind him, he should have been prepared a long time ago, right?

But...... There is only one month-level powerhouse, can he really resist everyone in the [Wind Horse] mercenary group, including [War Pirate] Melberry?

At the same time, the Chambord people on the outskirts of the square were chanting frantically.

"Lord Drogba!"

"Hahaha, it's Lord Drogba, how can you be arrogant this time? Hmph, how can you poor outsiders know about our masters of Chambord City?"

"Lord Drogba, kill these rude guys, dare to disrupt my king's wedding celebration, they all deserve to die!"

The people of Chambord who were originally very nervous jumped up with uncontrollable excitement and cheer at this moment, and instead of being afraid of this scene, the people of Chambord trembled with excitement one by one, and the blood all over their bodies seemed to be burning, men, women, old people, and children, all of whom clenched their right fists and pressed them against their hearts, and couldn't help but roar out.

Want to challenge our supreme King Alexander?

Today, at this moment, let you arrogant outsiders, open your eyes above the top, and take a good look at what kind of power we have in Chambord City!

Tremble under the power of the king!

In the middle of the square.

"Miscellaneous, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Drogba grinned, his long frenzied black hair tied into a ponytail shape, all of which were shiny black and shiny, like an aggressive lion, his eyes flashed with excitement, eager to try, full of desire to fight.

Of course, what shocked countless people the most was that this violent man was also stuck in a half-meter void without touching the ground with his feet.

It turned out to be a moon-level powerhouse!

A moon-level powerhouse who had never heard of it before and suddenly came out of nowhere, belonging to Chambord City's own.

A little farther away, [War Pirate] Melberry was slightly stunned, his rough face flashed with a hideous expression, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Elm, kill him, tear this lowly Chambord man to pieces for me!"

The tall and thin mercenary with a sad face, Elm, licked his lips excitedly, stared at Drogba like a beast staring at its prey, and suddenly said: "I don't die, you die, the people of Chambord City, regardless of men, women, and children, tonight, all of them will die, die miserably!" He pointed to the blue-black sky dome, and said provocatively: "There are too many people on the ground, it's inconvenient, and if you have the guts, follow me to the sky to fight to the death!" After speaking, his body turned into a fire dragon, and in an instant, it soared into the sky.

"Hahahaha, okay, if you want to fight, then fight!"

Drogba laughed wildly, without fear, his huge and burly body seemed to be a giant axe, flying at high speed, cutting through the void, plowing a shocking orange crack in the night, and in an instant, he caught up with the [Bitter Face Killing God] Elm in the sky.

Boom Boom Boom Boom !!!

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation and verbosity, in the sky, a fierce battle had begun.

The two moon-level masters started a crazy fight.

This is the first battle between the two sides, they know the importance of this battle, so they are all unreserved, they do not hesitate to die, they play with fire, every move and style is not fancy, they are all hard to face and hard regrets, and they must strive to kill the opponent in the shortest possible time.

All of a sudden, above the pitch-black night sky, the fighting spirit of the moon-level realm, beautiful and deadly, the orange aura, the crimson flames, wave after wave continued to burst, the pitch-black clusters of red and orange light flames continued to collide, and the terrifying energy fluctuation flames continued to fly everywhere, even more gorgeous and beautiful than the dazzling magic fireworks before.

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