Bell spoke of a million garrisons with pride on his face.

Some small kingdoms may have a total population of more than a million.

And their Alabastan garrison alone is a million in total!

Come to think of it, no matter how strong the golden lion is, it can't stop a million troops.

Kobra was not at all comforted.

He knew there was such a thing as a tyranny.

As soon as the overlord color goes down, the millions of troops kneel, which is just a matter of time.

In fact, Kobra didn't understand the power of top-level combat power.

Millions of people, that is, the golden lion has a few lions and thousands of valleys.

Or a super-large Lion Willi roll, which can also be easily reimbursed by an army of millions.

"Leave it to fate, and hope God bless me Alabastan."

Kobra pressed his eyebrows hard.

Then he called the captain of the escort team, Ikalem, and another deputy captain, Gaka, and issued several orders neatly, including but not limited to the evacuation of surrounding civilians, emergency rescue and disaster relief measures, etc.

They don't know what it is, they are anxious, but there are people who are more anxious than him.

More than ten kilometers away from the Golden Lion and Randall, a strange cloud of wind and sand began to condense, and immediately, the figure of the first king, Mr. Klokdal, the Seven Martial Seas, appeared.

Even the king, who was far away in the capital, heard the movement, and the deaf and clear-sighted Klockdahl naturally did not know why.

Klockdahl watched the dust rising from the sky and smoked his cigar silently.

The famous golden lion, he naturally knows.

It's just that the person who fought with the golden lion, he hadn't heard of it at all.

It's just that he doesn't know why, when he sees that person, he actually feels a sense of fear.

At this moment, the sand and dust suddenly rose from the sky, and several huge lion heads appeared, staring at the person opposite.

Klockdahl estimated it, and then came to the conclusion that it was just a lion's head up to 100 meters high, and he could do it too!

"Golden Lion, that's it!"

Before the words fell, the lion heads were instantly exploded.

And the golden lion made another move, and the double swords in his hands slashed continuously, which was a lion thousand cut valley.

Seeing the slashing group that covered the sky and the sun, and every sword qi was less than a thousand meters, Klockdahl's face stiffened.

No matter how hard the crocodile's mouth was, Klockdahl couldn't say anything like "that's it."

Isn't Barrett and the Golden Lion at the same level of combat power?

Why is the gap so big?!

If he had been replaced by a golden lion, would he still be able to tie?

No, it can't be counted that way.

He is the sand, which represents the power of the earth, while the golden lion represents the power of the sky, and the two are incompatible and cannot be compared at all.

It's just that the fruit can't tell the winner, and swordsmanship has become the key, not to mention that the golden lion's swordsmanship is terrifying.

"Damn, why did this bastard have to run to Alabastan?!"

Randall and the Golden Lion really arrived in Alabastan with a fight, and they really didn't have to come here on purpose.

But Crocodall has a ghost in his heart, and everyone else is a ghost.

"It's better if these two lose! No, doing a good job is the same end! Die to me!"

For a moment, Klockdahl and Kobra actually came to an agreement.

"Randall, are you trying to kill Lao Tzu?! Damn imps!"

There was a roar in the sky, and the evil smile on Klockdahl's face suddenly stiffened.

Even if he forgets his own name, he will never forget it.

Because the owner of this name has brought him a psychological shadow that needs to be healed for the rest of his life, as well as a humiliation that he will never forget.

"Is it just the same name? No, it's not! That sense of fear..."

At this point, Klockdahl suddenly realized that for

What would he have an inexplicable fear of this person, it turned out that this person turned out to be Randall!

He looked closely, and he could vaguely see Randall's appearance on the face carved out of obsidian.

"Ba Ka Na! He, how could he be so powerful?"

Isn't he just a vice admiral?

The last time he was easily subdued by Randall on a warship, he was actually unconvinced.

After all, in his opinion, if it is placed in a wide area, and the two of them set up a posture before starting to fight, then he will probably not lose.

Randall just relied on the location and the convenience of the sneak attack.

But...

It turns out that this is his real strength?

Klockdahl looked at the horizon in confusion, his gaze becoming more and more determined.

"Lion Might: Imperial Residence Scroll!"

Millions of tons of quicksand, condensed into several huge lion heads, surrounded Randall in a circle, as if to suppress this disobedient person forever, and never recover.

In the face of this flashy attack, Randall only needed a few punches to blow the lion's head out.

This trick is a sharp weapon, but for the real strong, there is no armed color, and everything is in vain.

The Golden Lion didn't have any hope for this trick, he just wanted to draw Randall's attention.

Buzz –

With the mournful roar of the air, the magnificent sword qi vented out, wanting to smash everything to pieces.

Randall swayed upwards against the sword qi, and the sword qi slashed at his body, which can be called a trace, and it recovered in a blink of an eye.

This made the golden lion frightened.

A few days ago, his slash could still cut deep traces of bone on Randall's body.

However, in just a few days, his sword qi had lost its power.

What the hell is this little bastard made of? Is it using his sword qi as a quenching flame?!

"Randall, are you trying to kill Lao Tzu?! Damn imps!"

The golden lion shouted angrily.

The top combat power at the peak, a fight for ten days, that can also be done.

However, the injuries of the golden lion's self-cut legs have not healed, and the deficit of qi and blood has not been replenished, so he cannot fight for a long time.

Subsequently, he was stimulated by Randall to forcibly lift his spirit and return to the top.

And all this is not for nothing.

The price is that the origin of the Golden Lion is further overdrawn.

The Golden Lion knew that his peak state would begin to decline in six hours at most.

However, what annoyed him was that Randall seemed to belong to a turtle, and his shell was getting harder and harder.

"In that case, let's give you a try.

Golden Lion, you're the first to see this."

Randall had indeed come to the sky above the golden lion at this time, and said lightly.

Seeing Randall's posture of looking down, the golden lion was suddenly so angry that his mouth was crooked.

But suddenly, he felt a hint of danger.

This made him quickly calm down and start on guard.

At this moment, Randall's mind moved, and black, white, red and black, all began to light up.

Immediately, behind him, seven balls of light slowly rose.

Each ball of light exudes an aura of destruction.