The golden chains were like giant nets all over the sky, covering the three people fighting fiercely in the sky.

"Oh no, he completed the magic..."

"Damn it, it's over!"

"With the magic power of the Suman Emperor's magic, he actually prepared a magic for a few minutes. It must be extremely terrifying. Now Lord Meng Chanzi is in trouble!"

"Sir Tianjun, be careful!"

For a moment, all the Chinese samurai warriors were in an ice cave, and their hearts were cold. The opponent finally completed the long-prepared killing technique. What else could save the dying battle situation?

If one fights four, even if the Heavenly Lord Meng Chanzi is powerful, it will definitely not be able to win.

Meng Fei's eyes were so angry that he forced Obake to open with a stick in his roar, jumping up in the air, trying to block this magic with his body. At the same time, he was ready to activate the power of the immortal weapon, and he spent a lot of life to expose the immortal weapon to resist this move...

However, something that no one expected happened-

As Princess Ziyi, who had been standing quietly, finally drew a slight arc without any haste, the golden rune chains that were entangled in the sky finally turned into two golden torrents. With two shocked and angry shouts, Han Guanghu, the Heavenly Lord of the Snow Fight Empire and Tracole, the No. 1 master of the Olink Empire, were buried in it.

What's going on?

United Man Emperor Han Zifeng prepared a terrifying magic for a few minutes, but it actually sent it to Han Guanghu and Tracole?

This time, something that no one expected to happen!

United Man Emperor Han Zifeng, this handsome man with a pair of phoenix eyes, is actually standing on the side of China?

Almost everyone had a clear dull look on their faces. Obuck, who had been entangled with Meng Fei, was stunned. He changed his hand like a knife, his mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of incredible expressions!

At this moment that almost everyone was stunned, except for Princess Ziyi, who seemed to have a little sense of awareness in advance, there was only one person who knew that he was indescribable calm.

He is the Heavenly Lord Meng Chanzi.

"The second style of the Heavenly Sword... Kill the Saint!"

After seeing Han Guanghu and Tracole being obscured by the torrent of golden magic runes, they immediately made the most correct reaction - holding the Wentian Sword with both hands, holding it high above their heads, and a huge round strange rune pattern appeared in the sky as the blue light flashed, and a green giant sword that was 100 meters long slowly transformed out.

Meng Chanzi, surrounded by green light, slowly slashed the Wentian Sword in his hand. The green rune giant sword in the void, which was tilted slowly with Meng Chanzi's movements, slashed down like a world-breaking place. It seemed to be extremely slow, but in fact it was almost time to find out the reaction of everyone and hit the Han Guanghu and Trakor who were wrapped in the golden magic rune!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!!!!!!!!!!

A series of violent explosions came out, and the golden rune magic was directly bombarded, and the magic elements were sorted in disorder, resulting in a crazy chain explosion.

The green 100-meter giant sword cut across the golden explosion light wave, and slashed hard on the top of the mountain. As the earth shook, the sky was shaken, the stone pillar as high as a thousand meters was finally shattered, and the huge stone rolled down rumbling, and the smoke and dust rising from the sky covered everyone's sight.

As the stone chips and smoke gradually settled, everything in front of you became clear again.

The wounds on Meng Chanzi, the Tianjun of the Chinese Heavenly Chao, were still gushing with blood. Especially the wounds of the sword attack on Tracole were the most shocking, revealing the bones below. Under the sword marks as big as a bowl, even the bloody outlines could be seen. The giant two-meter-long body device, Wentian Sword, was quietly inserted into the ground beside him like an old friend.

Meng Fei found that although Meng Chanzi's face was a little pale and there was a hint of redness on the corners of his mouth, his breath was still stable, and his worries were slightly relieved.

The Cold Light Tiger of the Xuefeng Empire was cut off half of his arm by shoulders, and blood flowed out like a fountain of blood. The wound was frantically flashing with red flames, trying to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, at this time, the contracted monster flame bear had long been cut into pieces by Meng Chanzi's style. He could no longer pass on the injury. His face was sallow and as if he had touched thin gold. His lips were black, and the corners of his mouth were twitching constantly, and his burly body began to tremble!

The silver strange whip-shaped long sword in the hands of Tracole, the number one master of the Olink Empire, was left with only a broken sword less than half a meter away. A terrifying scar about half a meter long and deep enough to reach the bone appeared from the shoulder to the abdomen. Scars were also exposed in many places elsewhere, and blood flowed out like streams, and the injuries were obviously not light.

Cooperating with the space-based magic forbidden art of the United Emperor Han Zifeng, the second style of the Inquiry Sword, Meng Chanzi seriously injured the two heavenly kings mercilessly, almost killing more than half of their combat power. The Chinese Heavenly King's grasp of the timing of the battle was simply perfect and almost reversed the battle situation.

"You actually stood in the camp of the Chinese Dynasty?" Han Guanghu's eyes showed a light of hatred, staring at Han Zifeng tightly, roaring wildly, like a beast injured and falling into a trap:

"Do you know what you are doing? The Four-Nation Alliance has long determined the fate of the Chinese Dynasty. Is your approach to tie the Su-Man Empire to the broken ship destined to sink in the Chinese Dynasty?"

Faced with Han Guanghu's crazy questioning, Han Zifeng curled his lips.

The Crown Lord did not even look at the Heavenly King of the Xuefeng Empire. His pair of soul-stirring phoenix eyes swept over the four pale maids beside him. He waved the ink magic wand in his hand, and a warm and blue aura enveloped the four beautiful maids. The aura of the four girls suddenly became much calmer and their faces became rosy.

Meng Fei was secretly surprised.

Unexpectedly, the imperial crown prince, who was secretly ridiculed by countless people as the unsuccessful romantic seed, turned out to be a Heavenly King-level magic master who is proficient in space forbidden magic and water-based magic.

The four maids around him who seemed like vases were actually female magicians who had reached the immortal realm of the immortal realm of the immortal gods. Look at the four women who sacrificed their lives to maintain the four-pointed star magic array just now, Han Zifeng and the Imperial Crown still consumed magic power while consuming a lot of magic power and surrounded by enemies. This story between dragons, death and phoenix seems to be more clearly explained by the four words "romantic".

At this time, Meng Fei also vaguely understood that he seemed to be in a chain of events designed by a senior executive.

What Mr. Meng can be sure of now is that Han Zifeng's identity position must be extremely secret. He even won the trust of Han Guanghu and others. So much so that when the imperial crown prince was preparing for magic, Obuck took action to entangle Meng Fei for his guardian. Princess Zi Yi's female guard Zi Yan may not know Han Zifeng's position, or maybe he had known it for a long time, but he did not know it.

In short, this handsome man and the Chinese experts who didn't know the truth played a realistic show, which made Han Guanghu and others completely trust him and gave up their defenses, so that the magic forbidden magic he used hit them without any suspense, making Meng Chanzi succeed with one blow.

Meng Fei finally understood that this battle of the Heavenly King, which was a hot topic in advance, was far more complicated than he had imagined.

"The veteran general is a famous general, admired by the world, but why did he lose his integrity in his later years. He would not hesitate to demote his identity and destroy his reputation, abandon the glory of his soldiers, and participate in such a despicable conspiracy as the Xuefeng Empire?" Princess Ziyi walked out slowly under the protection of the Chinese dynasty masters, and her dark blue eyes stared at the famous general Obak of the Raymond Empire.

A look of shame flashed through the deep eyes of the old man with white hair and beard. The old man's hand holding the long sword became firm again, and said with a blank expression: "For a veteran, he no longer needs the recognition from the enemy now. May the people of the Raymond Empire remember Obuck's glory."

At this time, Obak was the one with the most complete strength among the three assassination powers. He walked to Han Guanghu and Tracole in an extremely calm manner to protect the two of them. With a light wave, a long sword in the hand of a corpse flew into his left hand. Both swords on his left and right hands pointed slightly to the ground. A powerful fighting spirit wrapped in the spirit will of the iron-blooded military burst out, and a hot fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

"It's a pity that your plan has failed today. No one will remember the glory of a conspirator who undermines the Battle of Fair King!"

The witch Beigong Lianyan sneered, her charming eyes flashed with an angry look, and she stood side by side with Princess Ziyi, disdainfully mocking: "Do you think the so-called Four-Nation Alliance do you think the Chinese Dynasty knows? Humph, that's just a stupid joke, a few ignorant arrogance are digging their own graves!"

Her first sentence was right.

Regarding the strength comparison at this time, Meng Chanzi, a Tianjun of the Chinese Dynasty, was seriously injured. Although Han Zifeng was not injured, his magic power was consumed a lot. The two of them fought against the three powerful Tianjuns of the other side. The outcome was unpredictable, but they were slightly lower.

Fortunately, there are many god-level masters on the Chinese Dynasty. In addition to the few people who died in battle and a ten powerful sect who maintained a strange silence, the Chinese Dynasty has an advantage in numbers, and Meng Fei, a little Tianjun master who can almost resist Obak head-on, so in general, it has a considerable advantage. In addition, the abnormal movements of Tianjun Mountain have attracted the attention of some masters in the ancient capital. When other strong people arrive, Han Guanghu and others' plans will inevitably fail.

Meng Fei quietly approached Meng Chanzi's side, took out a bottle of elixir that had been prepared from the iron space, and wanted to stuff it into Meng Chanzi's hand.
Chapter completed!