1707: C1707 When the King Came the Battle Began

C1707 When the King Came the Battle Began

Article 1707. Wang Clan, wang Zhan begins.

The next day, the sun was bright and clear, with no clouds in sight. A gentle breeze blew across the face, giving it a gentle feeling.

However, the front door of the Southern King's Manor was filled with killing intent!

Dadada!

At this moment, a wave of Footsteps suddenly came from three different directions.

Whoosh!

Three gusts of wild wind exploded from the direction where the sound came from at the same time.

Like three roaring cheetahs, they roared as they charged towards the Southern King's Manor's door.

The five meters wide and six meters tall golden metal door seemed to feel the fierce wind.

It couldn't help but tremble.

Even the tall wall next to it was trembling.

At the same time, three figures appeared two hundred meters in front of the gate.

They were the master of the western Demons, Mo Sihai.

The master of the Eastern demi-human race, Yao Shisan.

The king of the north, Bei Haoqiong.

The three of them looked calm as they looked at the three fierce winds that carried the power of ten thousand kilograms of lightning.

At this moment, a mocking smile appeared on their faces.

Zhang Xing, so what if you defeat Southern King?

Can you stop us, the three kings, from showing off our strength?

Your orc army can defeat our The striker army.

But can you protect the gate and walls that represent your face?

Two thousand meters behind the three kings, there was an elite team of ten thousand people each.

They are the Guard of the three kings, as well as the honor guard, and they are also cheerleaders!

"The imposing manner of our king has intimidated Zhang Xing so much that he doesn't even dare to go out and fight!"

"Hmph! Even if he had ten thousand guts, he still wouldn't dare to come out.

Who dares to confront the three kings of the world? "

" Let's see. The three kings will tear down the doors and houses. They will definitely force Zhang Xing to come out. "

"Hehe! Maybe he ran away last night when it was dark..."

Creak!

Before the guard could finish his sentence, the Southern King's Manor door gently opened.

Three figures could be faintly seen amidst the wild winds that were about to wreak havoc.1

The person in the middle was Zhang Xing, Saint on the left, and First Saint on the right.

"There are so many shallow bastards, there are demonic winds everywhere!"

Saint One frowned and waved his hand casually.

Caw!

The three gusts of wind that were two meters away from them instantly disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared before.

If it wasn't for the thick dust in the air, no one would have thought that there would have been three storms just now.

Sacred One's actions startled the three Kings.

Although Sacred One had once slapped Southern King into the geothermal lake.

However, the information was vague.

Hence, the three kings thought that Sacred One's realm should not be at the Half-Deity Realm.

Perhaps he could fight Southern King who was at the Half-God realm with all his might.

Later on, Southern King did not do anything either.

It proved that the sneak attack of Saint One did not cause any harm to Southern King.

However, Southern King's sudden sneak attack on Zhang Xing had led to his death.

But now, it seemed like Saint One's strength was much stronger than he had imagined.

Although those three storms only had 20-30% of their strength.

However, it was still the three of them who had unleashed it.

Even if Zhang Xing were to personally block them, he would still be flustered for a while.

However, he was easily swept away by Sacred One.

This was a figure worth paying attention to.

However, right at this moment, the expressions of the three Kings froze once again.

"The person beside him is..."

They looked left and right, why were there two identical First Saints?

This...

Could it be that from the beginning until the end, there were only two people, twin brothers?

It seemed like they were Zhang Xing's right-hand men.

"Report your name, cripple one of your arms, and leave behind the storage bag, then you can live.

Or else, kill them all. "

Saint had a ferocious look on his face. He looked at the three kings fiercely and made a killing gesture.

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