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The monarch took the lead in the fall, and behind him Mordred led a group of Teutonic knights to the ground in turn, their spears pointed directly, and put on the most dangerous offensive stance.

"That's it. The monarch slammed his great sword to the ground, and Artos's cold voice rang out directly.

Li Bamo didn't have the intention of looking back, and looked at the ancient temple with his arms crossed, as if he was waiting for the Ximen Night Tower, and as if he was waiting for more enemies to appear.

"Rustle—" After another five minutes or so, the sound of light footsteps sounded in the darkness, rustling like walking on sand.

"You've been waiting a long time. "Even the voice is rustling, hoarse, and sexy.

The men sent by the Patriarchs arrived.

At the head was a graceful figure in a black robe, and behind her was a group of people who were also dressed in black robes, making it impossible to see their faces at all.

"Helena, you shouldn't have come. This time, Li Bamo reacted a little, but he still didn't look back.

The situation is in an extremely bizarre state.

The Asgardian Saints, the Central Federation, the Knights of Saint Laurent, the Asgard Ancestors, and the Quartet confronted each other in a strange position, as if waiting for something to happen.

"Saint Helena, hereby greet the Third Patriarch, Lord Ximen Night Tower. The black-robed man with a graceful figure and a hoarse and sexy voice did not deny his identity, but generously raised his hand in the direction of the ancient temple, respectfully and authentically.

This is a stone throwing to ask for directions, to see if the Ximen Night Tower is really here, or if Li Bamo is bluffing and waiting for something else.

"Hahahahahaha

The laughter carried a huge deterrent effect, making everyone present, regardless of their strength, feel dizzy, and the already unstable breath was even more disordered.

Before the person arrived, the sound alone made all the people in the audience feel a strong pressure in the normal world.

The night tower of the West Gate is worthy of its name.

Immediately after, there was a loud sound of footsteps, "all through it", as if an ancient giant beast was breaking out of the box.

"Little girl, do you think you're brave enough to kill me?" a voice that was even more wild and domineering than his laughter came from within.

Then, there are people.

A bully man who wears only a vest and exposes most of his explosive muscles to the outside, even in such a cold area.

He had long, unkempt hair, a mustache crawling all over his face, and a cloak engraved with the word "strong" rolled up behind him without wind.

Strong, Ximen Night Tower!

Come!

"It's very lively, today. He calmly glanced at everyone around him, and did not move, but condescendingly folded his arms and fell proudly, "Irrelevant people, get out." ”

"Who do you say are irrelevant people?" Sure enough, just such a provocative remark, the most violent tempered Artos, could no longer bear it, and manipulated the great sword in the monarch's hand for a while, and responded coldly.

"Oh, the monarch?" Ximen Yelou seemed to have just discovered that the monarch was present, and he didn't even raise his eyelids and said, "Little friend, haven't you heard what I said?"

Which sentence?

Everybody's mind.

Only this man is really qualified and brave to say that.

That is, in front of the real powerhouse, the magic power is armed, and it is just a toy.

This sentence was said after he exploded a general-level magic power arm with one punch with his own hands.

No one can refute it, and no one dares to refute it.

Undoubtedly, this is the greatest insult to all the magically armed motorists present, and especially, Altos.

But before he could refute and express his anger.

Ximen Yelou spoke again: "You are very angry? What qualifications do you have to be angry? Do you think you are my opponent? Tell you, even if your father comes, it can't be my opponent at all, just rely on you?!"

Such insulting words had already made Artos completely angry, but he didn't have time to get angry.

Because the Ximen Night Tower had already been punched, this punch had no warning, but it didn't seem to be very fast.

It's naked, straight, and a punch is going to beat you with one punch.

This punch directly pierced the barrier, but it did not make the whole person of Ximen Yelou fall into the world inside the barrier.

As if he had melted into the water, he walked over step by step, and threw a punch without hindrance.

Arrived in front of the monarch.

"Boom-" like the sound of a bell.

The fist of the West Gate Night Tower collided with the first legendary mech of the Central Continent, the Sovereign.

Flesh and blood shattered the most cutting-edge magical power technology creation of this era.

As a result, there was no fact that the mantis arm of the West Gate Night Tower blocked the car.

Instead, the monarch of the famous continent flew out like a piece of paper.

Fiasco.

There is no way to fight back.

The monarch tried to raise the eight wings behind him to fight back, but it only lit up and then dimmed.

The reason is that when the punch of the West Gate Night Tower slammed in, Artos felt that the pores all over his body stood up, and it was a terrible situation of being completely locked and unable to escape.

It's like a person suddenly drowning, cold hands and feet, difficulty breathing, and feeling that death is passing by.

It was a situation that was completely unimaginable for those who had not been hit by the punch of the Ximen Night Tower.

That's the absolute strength of the strong.

Artos was defeated, and in every way, he felt boundless anger, but also boundless despair.

The feeling that it was impossible to win was something he had never felt in his life.

Ximen Yelou stood proudly in the place where he repelled the monarch, looked at Mordred, who was originally standing behind the monarch, and hooked his finger at him, meaning that it was your turn.

But how does Raphael feel, how can he do it with the West Gate Night Tower.

The punch just now had already knocked out all his spirits, that kind of horror.

It was an existence that had transcended the ordinary powerhouse.

That kind of power is something that is already behind the door, it is a completely incomprehensible power, it is absolutely powerful that can freely travel through any corner of the world.

"Who's next?" said the Ximen Night Tower, but his eyes were looking at the people of the Ancestor Sect on the side.

The leader of the Ancestor Sect, the Holy Maiden Helena, was not completely shocked by the momentum of the Ximen Night Tower, she nodded towards the West Gate Night Tower, maintaining the kind of respect for the strong, and said: "Lord Night Tower, please be merciful." "―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― ask for recommendations, ask for collections.