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Due to the proximity to the Louvre, where the banquet was being held, the guards surrounded them all at once, but their strength was not enough, and in the face of the swords and sword qi that were surging and colliding, they did not rush forward to participate in the battle, but surrounded the two of them.

After a little more fighting, Arnold still didn't appear, and in the distance, the blonde knight and a group of people were coming out of the Louvre just now, rushing towards this side.

Zhang Ang knew that those people must be good players, and their strength may not be below him, and if they are surrounded, he will definitely not be able to escape.

And why wasn't Arnold there? Wasn't he at the Louvre? Or was he blocked?

Without hesitation at the moment, he urged the internal force to roar again: "Arnold!"

And with a "boom" as he spoke, a wall on the side of the Louvre shattered, and two muscular men rolled out of it.

The muscles of their whole bodies were bulging, and the thick green tendons bulged out on the muscles, and the incomparable strength gathered in them.

"Boom", "boom", "boom", "boom", ......

Their fists kept swinging, smashing at each other.

One of the one-armed strong men was Arnold, and the other was an old man.

Neither of them was wearing armor, their upper bodies were red, and they wore strips of cloth from their shattered clothes, and they frantically swung their fists like steel hammers at each other.

As the dean of the Eiffel Tower, Master Gustav did not want to swing his fists at his proud disciple. Arnold was his most proud disciple, and in order to get him, he and several other masters of the academy really fought in the dark, and sold his old face, and paid an extremely painful price to successfully take him under his disciples.

And although Arnold is a little stupid and very difficult to teach, that monster-like talent is really something he has only seen in his life, and once he is taught, then his cultivation progress can be said to be a rapid progress. Moreover, except for the necessary meals and sleep, and the occasional mention of his so-called "young master", he devoted almost all of his time to cultivation.

Talented, diligent in cultivation, and simple-minded, this is really the best student imaginable as a teacher. For Master Gustav, Arnaud was the most beautiful stone, and in his hands, under his chiseling, the most magnificent palace would be born.

In the past, Arnold was secretly taken away to join the revolutionary army, the mountains were high and the road was far away, and the soldiers were in danger, so he couldn't help it. This morning, the Viking King of the Martial Saint level came, his strength was strong, and he had no choice but to kill someone. And now, there is another "young master", and he also wants Arnold to take it away.

One by one, they all wanted to snatch away his most beloved disciples, and one by one, they all wanted to take away his hope for so many years.

Furious rage overflowed through him, turning into unparalleled power, constantly swinging with his fists.

That "young master" naturally has someone to deal with, and his task is to stop the good apprentice in front of him who is beginning to become disobedient.

The lawn was lifted, the trees were smashed, the railings were broken, and the two strong men kept rolling and waving their fists.

The Eiffel Tower Academy does not have boxing, nor does it teach boxing, and Arnold has never learned boxing, and in the same way, Master Gustav has never learned it.

But Master Gustav gave up on the powerful palm he was proud of, and he only wanted to use this powerful fist to stop his beloved apprentice from doing stupid things.

Fighting one-armed with two fists is naturally advantageous, and Master Gustav's martial arts realm is also much higher, and after a while, Arnold's body is blue and purple, the corners of his mouth and nose are broken, and there are blood stains on his body.

But he still struggled, resisted, wanted to escape, wanted to rush to the young master who was also fighting bloodily not far away.

Zhang Ang's side is also in a bitter battle, and his opponent is no longer Miss Sophie, but a middle-aged man with a steel rod.

The steel rod is powerful and heavy, and the shadow of the stick is flying, mixed with strong energy, which makes it difficult for the short kitchen knife to parry.

Fortunately, Zhang Ang's knife skills are superb, and after years of polishing, he can still support it.

This is still because the opposite side is only a grandmaster who has accumulated years, and behind this middle-aged man, there are seven or eight grandmaster-level martial artists next to them, and there are even a few who are now surrounding Miss Sophie, that amazing momentum, that sharp sense of danger, it is very likely that they are great grandmaster-level powerhouses.

"Catch him, live, he has very important information on him!" that was the order that Miss Sophie had just given them.

Alas, after a thousand calculations, I didn't expect Miss Sophie to turn her face, this time it seems that it is really over.

Zhang Ang looked at the few smiling generals around him, as if he regarded himself as a turtle in an urn and a bird in a cage, and he felt a little desperate in his heart.

Alas, I don't know if it will affect the Michelin Academy, and little Susan, the teacher can't teach you in the future, Albert, I can't bring you food in the future, chat........

Alas, only blame me for being stupid!

Forget it, now it's nothing more than a death, fight!

The true qi in the dantian began to boil, and the surging internal force was surging in the limbs and bones, and the eight veins of the Qi meridian were surging.

The ring on his hand flashed, and all kinds of kitchen knives suddenly appeared, and with the blessing of internal force, they attacked in all directions.

"Ahh

The crowd around saw that Zhang Ang suddenly went berserk, and they were not polite, they pulled out their weapons one after another, and rushed over, and even a great grandmaster beside Miss Sophie also made a move.

For a time, sword qi, sword qi, stick strength, hidden weapon, whip shadow, palm print...... It was constantly shrouded, like a huge net, towards Zhang Ang, who was wildly swinging his knife in the middle.

Looking at the attack from the sky, Zhang Ang waved the knife in vain, but he smiled bitterly in his heart: This time, it's really over......

Suddenly, a shadow flashed and then disappeared again.

"Snap" knife qi shattered.

"Bang" The sword qi dissipated.

The "snap" stick is gone.

"Bang" hidden weapons scattered.

The "snap" whip is nowhere to be seen.

"Snap" palm prints shattered.

......

A series of blows, mixed with muffled snorts and screams, this sky-filled offensive disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Ang looked around blankly, a thin figure in a wide hemp cloth coat was blocking in front of him, and the grandmaster-level masters who had just attacked were lying on the ground holding the key points and moaning and howling.

"You, who are you?" Miss Sophie's voice was alarmed, and two Grand Master-level masters were standing in front of her, looking at the strange phantom that had just appeared with a wary expression.

"Are you?" Zhang Ang guessed and hesitated.

"Let's go, Susan is still waiting for me. A soft voice came, but it was irrelevant.

But Zhang Ang immediately understood: "The one-armed strong man over there is my subordinate, this ......"

Before Zhang Ang could finish speaking, the figure suddenly disappeared again and suddenly reappeared.

And Arnold, who looked dazed, also appeared in his hand, and in the distance, an old man's unwilling roar and cry of pain came.

"Okay, let's go. ”

The trio strolled forward.

"Stop them! Can't let them go!" the urgent order was given.

Groups of soldiers surrounded them with spears, and the phantom was beaten upside down by the teams in a flash.

One after another martial arts masters roared and pounced, and the phantoms were beaten and rolled back one by one in a flash.

More and more soldiers and masters gathered over, but the layers of defense and blocking were constantly being broken through.

"Your Majesty, I beg you to send the 'Goddess of the Night', they have a big secret in them, and they cannot be let out!" Miss Sophie's face was full of tears.

"Forget it, let them go. After a moment of silence, His Majesty the Emperor shook his head and gave the order.

The soldiers gathered their teams and returned to the camp, and the masters treated each other.

In the hazy night, four figures, large and small, left the city silently.