It's really sinister and bad. Isn't it said that the Saint Seiya's battle is the most open and straightforward, and it's hard to resist? Why did this barbarian use tricks one after another, but they all work very effectively! With the fierce attack of Caesar, Hannibal was so depressed that he lost one step first, and he was at a disadvantage in his psychology, but even so, the Paladin's tenacity is still slowly playing a role.

Compared with Caesar, he has no disadvantages than Caesar's experience in combat. Although Hannibal has been honing himself all the time these days, the quality of Caesar's enemies is too high. He is embarrassed to say that he is an enemy under the seventh level. He is barely considered a minion, and the eighth level is not enough. The local one is not good. If he comes from the outside world, he will show the demeanor and will of my great barbarian, from angels to demons, from death wings to hell, or the super dark curtain that caused the catastrophe of the Dragon Clan, or was suppressed by the world stone to the eighth level.

There is no weak man in the ninth-level demon in hell. Caesar fought all the way, which was equivalent to putting himself in a hot furnace, ejecting his own impurities under the pressure of flames, and exerting his own strength to the extreme. High-intensity level-crossing combat is the best way to exercise. In this way, Caesar not only quickly and thoroughly controlled the power he had gained, but also exercised his excellent combat reaction ability, confronting super strong people in all realms, and refining various completely different combat methods allowed him to develop a combat awareness that he would not panic when facing any opponent.

That is why he was able to formulate various combat methods like instinctively in the battle with Hannibal, choose the most effective one, and then implement it to achieve expected results. This process makes him look like an efficient combat machine, and this is the ideal combat form of Saint Seiya.

"I said Hannibal!" Caesar waved his battle axe, either stabbing with the axe tip or the axe blade, or chopping with the axe blade, and slashing with the hook plate. The force changed constantly and steadily suppressed Hannibal's offensive. "Don't just use the highest holy spirit in the world. Anyway, you have taken out your weapons before. You might as well break the example and take out all the holy light fighting skills you have learned!"

"Don't think about it!" Hannibal said nothing. If he used his many holy light fighting skills as Caesar said, it would be a good way to turn the situation around. However, although this can temporarily change the unfavorable battle, it will put his mentality at a disadvantage again. {/Upload and update by book friends}

"Stubborn..." Caesar laughed, and suddenly slashed Hannibal with an axe, then put the fury of the Thunder King into his portable space, and punched Hannibal, "You don't need it! I can still find a way to disgust you! Come on, Lord General of Light will use the sharp holy sword and the strong holy shield to go with me with bare hands!"

Hannibal was stunned for a moment, then furiously furious. In Caesar's state, there was not much difference between having weapons or not. The endless martial arts of the Temple of War Gods could exert their essence with only his body. Putting away the weapons had little impact on him - but as Caesar said, he had successfully disgusted Hannibal with this method.

If Hannibal turned a deaf ear to continue to cut off the shield, he would have thoughts like "this is unfair", but if he put away his weapons to show justice, then Caesar would definitely hit him with his fist so that he could not find North...

"I was eaten by this barbarian... Caesar's grasp of the battle situation is far above me..." Hannibal sighed in his heart. Unfortunately, he did not have such a good opportunity as Caesar. Every now and then, there were powerful eighth-level strong men looking for him to fight for his life - and this guy's power was too strong, and he used attacks to attack, and the Holy Light energy was consumed too much, and he would lose sooner or later...

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"Why should I attack this violent maniac!" Hannibal suddenly realized now. It turned out that he had fallen into a vicious circle before. No, it should be said that he was obsessed with the irrelevant obsession in his heart, and wanted to suppress Caesar. So he used the supreme holy spirit of the world to confront the barbarians from the front. The facts proved that this was a stupid act...

But now it is not too late to correct it. Hannibal swung his move. The emblem flowing clouds on the holy shield reversed, forming reinforced holy rays, enhancing the holy shield's defense, and the illusion blade in his hand also turned to attack and defend. The golden light of the supreme holy light energy in the world surged, protecting himself. It turned into absolute defense and blocked Hannibal.

"Fighting is actually a very pleasant thing! Just like war!" Caesar's hands swung rapidly in the air. His fingers contracted and swung the bullet, changing constantly, constantly attacking Hannibal. "The way to fight is to use one's own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses, which is exactly the same as war. You and I are like the commanders of two armies, each taking measures to make the final victory!"

"What do you want to say?" Caesar fought happily, his fingers were like soldiers, and each move was amazing martial arts, but Hannibal gradually became unmoved. He restrained his thoughts of being in a tit-for-tat way with Caesar, and slowly defended and waited for attack. The sword and shield overlapped, steadily blocking Caesar's storm attack. Caesar's ten fingers bounced repeatedly, and hit Hannibal's holy shield like rain, knocking the sacred emblem on it flashed repeatedly, but he could no longer easily attack his defense circle.

"It's nothing, I'll say some nonsense and distract you!" Caesar laughed and punched Hannibal's shield. The fist turned into seven levels, and seven huge forces like mountains rushed towards the Paladin like a sea of ​​rushing towards the Paladin. "My Saint Seiya's kung fu has a great reputation!"

Sure enough, it may not be too easy for the strongest spear and the strongest shield to decide the outcome. At first, Hannibal was competitive and wanted to confront Caesar, but the aggressive and domineering holy spirit in the world could not shake Caesar's fist. Now the Paladin has honestly started his defensive skills, and it is difficult for Caesar to win.

The next battle situation is to take a closer look at whether Caesar has a long attack power or Hannibal will lose his defense for a long time.

When Caesar and Hannibal were in a state of upside down, the saints were also covering the place with divine thoughts and watching the battle silently. Everyone had a competing heart. Naturally, they compared the king of heaven and the consul of the light to infer what level their own crown prince was. This is related to the future of mankind and it is impossible to be careless. Perhaps the battle between the two is not worth mentioning in the eyes of these people, but from the small to the big, the saints also need to pay attention to the growth of the next generation. According to the current situation, everyone is obviously very satisfied.

"Kick him! Yes, kick him hard!" A savage shouted loudly, "Kick this bird's feather away!"

"Punch him! Yes, stab him hard!" A paladin exclaimed loudly, "Puncture him hard!"

The other saints watching had veins on their faces. If they weren't far apart, they really wanted to join forces to kill the Temple of War and the Pope Hall to beat these two old men who were talking birds. Fortunately, the heirs of the two old thieves were fighting, and they would cheer and sooner or later have a quarrel because of their different positions. Then they would probably fight and then both sides would be injured. It would be better to die together, and they would not use a few of them to do the way for heaven. If this were the case, then it would be great.

——It’s obvious that the little guys are having a fight, but you two old turtles are so angry. Even if you had a fight back then, it was all about it more than a thousand years ago. How come you still remember so clearly? As for holding such a grudge?

The Undead Emperor sighed, obviously he was moved by what happened back then. The past is like smoke, and thousands of years have passed. Why should he be so persistent in the ridiculous things he was young? Just like the old thief at the dome of the sky, he had a six-piece crystal diamond in a certain family back then. I haven't asked him for so many years, why aren't everyone as open-minded as me... open-minded... open-minded... open-minded...

"Bah! I can't bear it!" The Undead Emperor thought about it and then furiously, and roared in the spiritual network. "Old robe! I owe me six crystal diamonds! I'll count the lowest interest, the principal and interest of 1,732 years, come back quickly! If one is missing, I'll let me suck you a bone to refine the roots... Refining the bones! Bah, your lazy bones with osteoporosis are probably not even able to make a bone spear! The wizard house squatting at home will die in your pile of books!"

The spiritual fluctuations in the direction of the dome of the sky were silent for a moment, and then suddenly broke out: "Why are you innocent out of nothing? Black? What my great wizard does. Can that be called black? Let me tell you that the only one of my wizards has always been... If you want to pick something out of my hands, you might as well grab it directly! We are the ancestors of blackmail for blackmail!"

"Old robe! Speaking of which, the friendly exchange between the Fortress of the Learning and the Dome of the Sky back then, I remember that you almost peeed your pants by my God of Death roar!" The Undead Emperor laughed and unscrupulously revealed his old foundation.

"Old swear, it's not a good habit to hide half of the matter and say half of it. I remember that one of my ice crystals was still a little short of being penetrated into your back door! Bah, it's so disgusting!" The head of the Nine Rings sneered, "Since then, every time I use the ice crystal storm, I think of your old swear's butt, and the more I think about it, the more nauseous I feel. I won't use it!"

"Old robe! You actually covet my butt!" The Undead Emperor said angrily, "Do you want to try how long my bone spear is?"

"Who is the one who misses your old butt. You are only two taels of meat and dry. You can't even sell it as pork. You don't even eat the destruction!" The head of the Nine Rings cursed unscrupulously. His mouth was no less powerful than the barbarian's curse. "It's boring to play with your own ribs all day! I know you made a doll with your own puppet technique. What's the point? Come to the dome of the sky, and I personally give you a supple back door! I have a lot of experience in researching elements these days. If you want the Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire or the Lightning *******, I can all satisfy you!"

"Get out of here! A shameless old robe, come if you have the ability! I will summon a demon to serve you with my own hands! Do you want clay to use the demon to serve you or steel to use the demon! Just steel, the demon is yellow, and it is disgusting and difficult to clean up when it stays inside. Steel makes the demon stretch and contract freely in my heart, and there are all one meter long! If you like it, I will add an impact aura to the demon!"

"An old rack that can't even play with bone racks!"

"You can only let the Nine-Headed Fire Snake lick the balls for yourself!"

"...These two bastards, my face in my philosophical lineage was lost." The druid Pope Fukukami Youxiang sneered, and looked down at the two old bastards proudly from the commanding heights of morality, and then turned his mind to the Speaker of the Judgment who was calmly watching the battle. "Girl, come and sing a song, or will you sing a song?"

A gentle sigh is like the typhoid fever in the autumn scenery. The assassin's king's sigh is also fascinating, expressing his feelings in one word: "Slag..."

Feng Jian Youxiang's eyes were cold: "Two knives, what are you talking about, you little girl?

The Grand Speaker cherishes his words like gold, but the Druid Pope asks for explanation, so the Assassin King adds one more word: "Scum..."

"..." Feng Jian Youxiang took a deep breath, "Let me tell you, although I have a lot better in the past few years..."

The Grand Speaker's sigh came again, full of chants and sorrow, and it was melodious and twisted back and forth. Although there were no detailed words, it still allowed the audience to understand her sadness. It was just three words, and a sad poem: "Scum umbrella..."

Feng Jian Youxiang was finally furious: "I have been talking about it for more than a thousand years! The sun umbrella is not my body!"

The Speaker's line finally turned into four words, as if it slowly flowed out of the autumn water: "The Mao scumbag umbrella..."

"Two knives... can you cheat me!" Feng Jian Youxiang covered her heart, "Believe it or not..."

The Speaker still sighed, and his sweet and gentle tone made people feel refreshed: "Green-haired scumbag umbrella..."

"Tsk tsk...humans are so chaotic." The Dragon Emperor walked on the mainland and could naturally feel this battle. With his caring attitude towards his future son-in-law, the Dragon Emperor Bamharth also participated in the viewing of the battle. Just as he was about to say hello to the Seven Saints, he was startled by the scene of this chaos. Caesar and Hannibal were fighting below, and the six powerful spiritual thoughts in the sky were cursed as if they were a fan support group. The head of the Nine Rings and the Undead Emperor exposed each other's background and maliciously distorted the other's sexual orientation. The Pope and the Speaker... were the ones who cursed the most.

... By the way, this rare scene actually makes every human despair. As the enemy of mankind, Bamharth, who always wants to bring the dragon clan back to the mainland, couldn't help but feel "just fight back"... Of course, there is little chance of success in this matter, because there is only one reason - the Dragon Emperor authorities are confused... Although humans are not upright on the beam, I think the dragon clan's beam is also very crooked.

"Huh?" Bamhart was a little strange. Six of the seven saints fought each other and were fighting to the point of great pleasure. Where is the Amazon saint? The next moment, the Dragon Emperor exclaimed in his heart that he was not here.

Why is it Amazon? I heard that these women living in the jungle are crazy about chasing the Arrit Mountains. They are all day long, not only fighting but also fighting, but also shaking and shaking...

The Dragon Emperor was about to slowly withdraw, but he quickly flashed away without realizing it. However, the next moment, a divine thought swept to him, and a faint sense of joy came from the Dragon Emperor. The Amazon girl is here!

"Is it... His Majesty the Dragon Emperor? Everyone was having fun and left me alone again." To the Dragon Emperor's surprise, there was no excitement like "I finally found a toy" in the Amazon king's voice, but gentle joy.

Is this the legendary law? There must be a normal person among a group of abnormal guys?

The Dragon Emperor was very suspicious. He had no deep communication with the Amazon king. He could only infer based on common sense that the Amazon clan, which advocated the law of the jungle and prevailed on the prey of the jungle, must have a vicious and powerful queen commander. Is the fact that the opposite? Although this queen is extremely powerful, is she essentially a soft girl?

That's good! The silver light appeared in the old sedan's eyes, and he smiled and answered with his divine thoughts: "It's my emperor, may I ask..."

"Wow! It's really Your Majesty Dragon Emperor! You have admired your Dragon Flame Star Destroyer for a long time. You must have seen many generations of ancestors. Is it a bit rude to talk to you like this? What kind of identity should I take? Should I take seniority and other things to heart? Will the dragon clan be very troubled by seniority? After all, after living for many years, some things are not clear. The dragon clan will sleep frequently, right? Will you not be dizzy when you sleep for so long? How can you solve life problems? Will you not be lonely when you sleep..."

Within the next minute, the poor Dragon Emperor suffered unimaginable information bombardment, and one question after another hit the face. Then the Amazon king played the live performance. The topics of rashness included ancient and modern times, including overseas, and did not give the old dragon a chance to interrupt. The king of clan eloquence was like a long river pouring like a sea, flowing endlessly, rushing.

"Your Majesty said who will win the King of Heaven or the Consul of Light? Ha, sorry, I am so superficial to ask such a question. After all, this is very obvious in your eyes. Sorry, I just want to raise the topic, because my little girl looks like she is obsessed with the Thunder King. I didn't expect that Shatilaisa would be unforgettable to someone? What name should you give to the Thunder King if you have a child in the future? If it is a boy, should I give it to the Thunder King to raise? Although this is the rule of ancestors, will the child be lonely? Sorry, it is too rude to let you listen to such things. I heard that your daughter is also not clear to the Thunder King..."

"Enough!" Lao Long couldn't help but roaring to the sky, what's this? What's going on!

"Hey? Hug... Sorry, are you angry? Why is this happening... Woooooo... People obviously just want to make friends with others, why do everyone react like this? Xiao Xiangxiang and Xiao Daodao ignore them, Xiao Qiqi and Xiao Doudou are together all day long, and Xiao Wuwu and Xiao Lingling discuss issues. Everyone has good friends, only I am isolated. Finally, I found His Majesty Dragon Emperor, and even you ignore me. Woooooooooo... Shatilaisa doesn't talk to me, everyone in the clan is afraid of me, and they... don't want this!"

The Amazon king had a crying voice, and it seemed that he was crying for you at any time. The Dragon Emperor was so shocked that he had to comfort him in a hurry. The Xiao Xiangxiang Xiao Dao Dao Xiao Rider who was fighting against Xiao Wu Wu Xiao Lingling and all silenced, sneering in his heart, and was full of confidence in the fate of the Dragon Emperor: "Who is Bamhart bad for provoking? He actually went to deal with Xiao Zi Zi Zi... Damn, Lao Long was hitting a lantern in the pit, seeking death by himself, and he couldn't blame others..."

One minute later...two minutes later...three minutes later...four minutes later...

"Is it really... really OK?" The clan king's voice was filled with joy and a faint hesitation.

"Of course! To be honest, I'd like to have a well-behaved and sensible sister!" Bamhart said excitedly... If he had turned into a dragon shape now, the heat emitted from his nostrils could destroy a mountain, "Come on... call me brother!"

"...I'm sorry." It seems that the King of Amazon hesitated for a long time, and finally said slowly, "You are a good person..."

"Oh! My good girl...what?" Bamhart probably thought he had hallucinations, but the next moment, the Amazon king laughed wildly: "Wow! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... I finally sent a good man card to the Dragon Emperor! Hahaha, you are stupid! You are stupid! You are a yellow-skinned old lizard, you dare to take advantage of me!"

"It turns out to be so..." The six saints who had been paying attention to the situation here sighed in unison. They thought they had become the most ill-bellied old guy in all mankind in more than a thousand years of pain. However, they also admitted that they probably tied up the six of them into a ball, and they probably were not as good as the Amazon woman in terms of darkness... This woman is cunning and insidious, and so bad that she is endless...

The most important thing... no one knows which side is the real Amazon queen, gentle and shady mouth, Fenghuo Bapo, violent and fierce... All kinds of contradictions and absolute evidence will only leave inferences that even the saints feel headaches. The saints' souls are already extremely firm. How can they have such a changeable heart?

This is a question that lies in the hearts of the six saints, but it is not the Dragon Emperor's thinking, because the great Dragon Emperor is gradually pale in the sudden huge blow of being sent to the good man card in his life...

"I'm a good person...I'm a good person..." Bamhart murmured, as if he couldn't bear this sudden blow, as if life had lost all its meaning. From then on, he sighed in a strange hill, and randomly hitting swords and other things... It's no wonder that the Amazon king is really bad. With such a strong gap, how many people are not hit... (To be continued...)
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