"Night North!"

One of them got up in an instant and glared at the white-clothed young man in front of him.

This condition is simply unacceptable to him.

The rest of the people also got up one after another, unwilling to kneel again.

What they had asked for was for their lives, but at this moment, if they knelt again, it would mean submission.

Although these countries are not as powerful as Lijianguo, they are also among the best in the world and among the powerful countries.

This will become the laughing stock of hundreds of countries around the world!

What's more, at this point, they represent not only individuals, but the entire country behind them, hundreds of millions of people, and national prestige.

How can you surrender to other Chinese countries!

The movement here finally attracted a group of people, all wearing military uniforms, and the ground trembled, and there were tens of thousands of people.

The first middle-aged man in a suit is not angry and arrogant, although it is the first time he has seen Yebei, he is not a stranger, that is the lord of Italy, Cricell.

At this point, he had to show up.

Seeing the lord coming, Mussolini was about to be amnestied, and just wanted to go, but found that he couldn't move at all, and the next moment, a coercion struck, making him kneel suddenly, and with a muffled sound, the ground cracked.

With a roar, Mussolini's eyes were red, his knees were blurred with flesh and blood, and his bones were visible to the naked eye, but the pain of flesh and bone was far less than the humiliation in his heart.

Asking him to kneel in front of the lord of the country is far from humiliating him personally.

"Presumptuous!!"

With a roar of rage, Cressel stepped in, a pair of angry eyes staring at the young man in white.

"You are the master of the Huaguo Zhu Temple, Yebei?!"

Although the tone is inquiring, it is difficult to hide the condescending momentum.

As the roar fell, tens of thousands of Italian soldiers surrounded this place layer by layer, drew out the war knife at their waists, and pointed angrily at one person.

Pei Qi war sword, naturally means that these soldiers are all warriors.

In front of the warriors, those so-called thermal weapons cannot play a lethal role at all, and if you want to deter, only the warriors.

This place is located in the western suburbs, with the collapse of the ancient castle, it is even more empty, but at this moment, there is not a trace of wind blowing, all blocked by layers of people.

Regarding Krisel's inquiry, Yebei ignored it at all, and looked sideways not far away, it was the body of Hao Chuan, a soldier in the dark department, who was trampled on by several soldiers at this moment.

For a corpse, no one cares.

Hmmm-

Yebei's face was indifferent and he didn't say a word, and he shot directly.

The crimson light of the Northern King Sword flashed, directly slashing more than ten people.

This sudden scene shocked everyone present.

Unexpectedly, the lord of Cressel has come, and he dares to be so presumptuous in the north of the night.

In a flash, Yebei came to Hao Chuan's side, and the soldiers of Italy couldn't help but take a few steps back, as soldiers, they could feel how terrifying the bloodthirsty aura emanating from the white-clothed young man in front of him was.

Yebei slowly leaned over, picked up the white robe covering Hao Chuan's body, shook it, flicked off the dust on it, and gently covered it again.

Krisel's eyelids twitched a few times, and his face was extremely gloomy.

Mussolini had already reported that the countries had dispatched the Holy Realm to kill Yebei, and he, as the lord of Italy, needed to approve and agree, after all, the price spent was already the need to use the treasury.

It's just that he never expected that the Saint Realm powerhouse dispatched by the Eight Kingdoms would not be able to kill him in the night north.

A young man in his twenties has grown to this point.

This made him regret that he had not done it at the beginning, and if he had known that this was the case, the establishment of the Temple of the Divine Punishment should have poured its national strength into its destruction.

"Yebei, as a person from Huaguo, you trespassed on our country's borders for no reason today, and you also made a big move, hurting my marshal to protect the country, and killing the soldiers of our war department, even if Long Yan is here, you don't dare to make such a mistake!"

Krisel snorted coldly, releasing the power of his unique national prestige, wanting to intimidate the other party as the lord of the country.

As the head of a country, he does have arrogant capital.

Italy is among the great powers, not Dongying, not South Korea, so he can't afford to be presumptuous here.

Who is not afraid of the lord of a nation?

But the white-clothed young man standing in front of Krysell had no waves on his face, but there was no trace of awe, and his deep eyes didn't even look at each other, but caressed the blade of the knife and played with it casually.

It's no secret how many people around the world want the North King to die.

If the king of the north does not die, Huaguo will inevitably rise, which is intolerable to hundreds of countries in the world.

Over the years, it has been very rare to blatantly attack Yebei, just because once it fails, it will face a thousand times more revenge.

Therefore, assassination, poisoning, and other clumsy methods are endless.

But today, it was obviously a blatant attack, and it was also dispatched eight Saint Realm level powerhouses.

"You guys, can't you tolerate Huaguo like this?" Yebei was still stroking the blade of the knife and muttered to himself.

China, the country of etiquette, only wants to develop steadily and let hundreds of millions of people live a good life, and has never had the intention of invading other countries.

But this kind of etiquette on display makes people feel like a kind of cowardice, and there are always people who want to step on it.

This has been true since ancient times.

A big country, a civilization of 5,000 years, with sincerity, in exchange for wolf heart and dog lungs!

Yebei is not the lord of a country, he is not on the road of an emperor, and he does not know what the so-called way of governing the country is a majestic martial arts.

Just know one thing, for the dog that is not well fed, then there is no need to feed it again!

If you dare to bare your teeth, then break your fangs and beat you until you are served!

The next moment, the Northern King Sword was slowly raised, and the crimson light was like a raging fire, reflecting on his Creesel face.

The North King Knife, the knife points to the lord of the Italian country!

This scene instantly angered everyone present.

He is so domineering in the north of the night?

Krysel clenched his fists into excessive force, making a loud noise that made his knuckles white.

"You want to kill me?"

Krisel let out a low roar and squeezed out a few words, which was simply a great shame.

Tens of thousands of Italian soldiers stepped forward in unison in an instant, and the ground trembled, and it was difficult to hide the sense of shock.

The sword is pointed at the lord of the country, which means declaring war on Italy.

"A hundred years ago, the eight countries jointly broke through the door of China, and among them was you."

"Now, you are unrepentant, and you are still united to break my borders."

"Deceive me, the country is weak and there is no one?"

"Today, you only need to answer one question, surrender or die!"

As soon as the words fell, Yebei's body suddenly burst out with bloodthirsty killing intent and soared into the sky.

Chrysel couldn't help but take two steps back, shocked by this murderous aura, but he still stubbornly shouted: "Yebei, if you dare to touch me today, it will be the time when Italy will attack you with all its strength!" ”

This statement is not an intimidation, but a fact.

If the head of a nation is killed, it is tantamount to the greatest shame of the whole country.

At this moment, Chrysel knew that he was not defeated by his Yebei, but at such a cost to start a national war, would he dare to go north at night?