It took a long time for the mushroom cloud to converge.

When the smoke cleared, a large pit appeared.

It's like an oversized giant gnawing in the middle of the desert.

On the ground in the near future, the whole picture of the pit is not visible at all, after all, it must be a few kilometers in diameter.

At this point, the loose sand at the bottom of the pit moved, and Randall got up from it.

"Ahem, phew! Really, it would be nice if there was a skill that wouldn't hurt the user."

Randall muttered to himself.

Then he got up and looked around, only to see that it looked like a valley.

He couldn't help but smack his tongue, shocked by the power of his move.

The key point is that this move is far from the limit at this time.

When his strength has improved and his control has reached a higher level, he can fill more energy and burst out stronger, even several times more powerful!

"Hey! You'll see and hear it, who are you pretending to be! Golden Lion!"

Randall looked at the ground and teased.

Before he could finish speaking, the ground exploded, and a blonde demon flew out of it.

That being said, it doesn't cost you to pretend to be a little bit cheaper.

What if?

It's just that this hairy boy unexpectedly doesn't have the frizziness of young people.

Although the golden lion is not dead, his current state is extremely poor.

The biggest influence on his strength was his unnaturally drooping right arm.

Sakura Ten was floating beside him.

The double knife flow suddenly became a single knife flow.

A knife that is not held in the hand is not a knife.

"What are you? The power is even stronger than the four phases of the Buddha of the Warring States, life and death.

Moreover, Lao Tzu's slash had no effect?"

He couldn't figure it out.

Randall heard this, but did not answer.

It's definitely not that the author didn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

It's just that Randall doesn't have the stupid habit of explaining his moves to his enemies.

Tick, tick.

But it was the wounds on the legs of the golden lion, and blood began to drip again.

The golden lion frowned, snorted, and forcibly stopped the bleeding.

It's just that it's easy to put it in the past, and it's a bit of a breath to do it again at this time.

"Golden Lion, you're defeated."

Randall looked at the golden lion and sighed.

The battle, which lasted five days and six hours, finally came to an end.

His sigh is not for the golden lion.

After all, he knew from the beginning that maybe the Golden Lion was higher than his attack, but it was definitely him who won in the end.

He was lamenting his lost youth.

There is one less opponent, Aunt and Kaido, and they are on the same level as the Golden Lion, so there is a lot less sense of surprise.

Well, Kaido can look forward to it... After all, it's more compatible with him.

As for the rest, the only one who can surprise him is probably the one who hasn't really shown up.

But maybe his current strength can only be pressed on the ground and rubbed, hiss~

"Lao Tzu is not defeated yet!" Before the golden lion's words fell, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The corners of Randall's eyes twitched.

Big brother, you don't look convincing at all.

"As long as Lao Tzu still has a breath left, then he hasn't lost!"

The golden lion is heroic and full of romanticism.

Seeing such a golden lion, Randall even had the idea in his heart, "It's better to let him die in the last battle".

But such thoughts only exist for a second before disappearing.

Instead, Randall's mind came to mind with the ruined scene of Bica.

The walls were ruined, the ground was covered with blood, and there were corpses and severed limbs everywhere, including children

sub.

And the culprit of all this is this pirate in front of him!

Thinking of this, Randall's eyes as he looked at the golden lion changed subtly.

"Want to die in battle? Stop dreaming, Golden Lion!

Remember what I said earlier? Your destination is in the city of advancement!"

"Damn imp! How dare you insult me like this?!"

The golden lion has all his beard and hair, and he looks like an evil ghost.

"You don't have a good memory, do you? You've just made a splash on my turf! Kill so many people!

Do you still have the face to ask me why? I don't really think that there is such a good thing in the world that you can avoid enmity and hatred after a fight!"

"But those are just ants!" The golden lion was extremely excited and glared at Randall.

It seems that he can't believe that for such a "trivial" reason, Randall would torture him like this.

"Ho, ants? I'm too lazy to argue with you about that.

You brought those beasts with you.

Just to kill the so-called ants in your mouth?

Or is that not what you are relying on to get revenge on the Navy?

Or are you afraid to move against the navy, and you just use the ants in your mouth to vent your anger?"

Randall sneered.

"Ahhhh Shut up, shut up! Shut up!"

The golden lion waved wildly at the wood wither.

It's just obvious that Randall's words hit him hard, and he has lost his sense of proportion at this time.

Although the density of the sword qi was very large, its quality was far inferior to before.

In the face of such inferior sword qi, Randall didn't bother to hide, so he took it as a massage.

The bell is long, and it is quite rhythmic.

In this way, the golden lion cut for half an hour.

This is also the last glory of the golden lion blooming.

Cutting out the last sword qi, the golden lion wanted to sword again, but this time he didn't cut out the sword qi, but he was a stumbling person.

"It's time to accept your fate, Golden Lion!"

Randall flicked the non-existent dust on his chest and walked slowly towards the golden lion.

"Ahem, damn it, little ghost—"

The golden lion's face was flushed, like a person with a fever of more than forty degrees.

He was already approaching the end of his crossbow, but Randall broke his mind and broke out so meaninglessly, and at this time he basically ran out of oil.

At this time, it is estimated that Klockdahl can easily take his life.

Randall pressed on the golden lion's head and slammed it.

The golden lion was crushed to the ground and his knees touched the ground.

The soft sand was instantly tamped.

"Damn it!"

The golden lion gritted its teeth, blood spilling from between its teeth.

But no matter how much he urged the ability, the palm on the top of his head was like a five-fingered mountain, suppressing him to death.

It's a pity that he is not a monkey sun, and there is no Tang Seng who came to save him.

"Lao Tzu is unwilling!"

The golden lion roared with his soul.

However, Randall slammed his fist on the door of his head, knocking him unconscious.

"The ghost is calling a basket!"

At this time, it was past noon, and the sun began to set in the west.

Golden Lion, defeated!

Albana, in the midst of the royal palace.

"Bell, the movement is over there."

Kobra's face was grim.

Then he suddenly got up from his throne and was about to go outside.

"Bubu, what are you doing?"

The queen of Kobra hurriedly took his hand.

"I'm going to see what's going on there."