~《》~    Chapter 40 On the feasibility report of Tianma Meteor Fist and Eight Wine Glasses

Caesar's five fingers formed claws and swept across Hannibal's holy shield. A series of holy light burst and crackled, dragging out a long belt of light. Hannibal transformed away Caesar's claws, and used his right sword to launch a passionate battle technique. He stabbed eighty-one swords in an instant, making a sharp counterattack. Caesar's left hand stretched out, and his five fingers trembled nimblely, and bounced eighty-one times in an instant, all of which were on Hannibal's sword edge. The continuous explosions were connected, and a sound burst trembled in the air.

"This hard-shelled turtle is really hard to beat." Caesar shook his hand, "If you have the ability, don't just hide in the shell."

Hannibal turned a deaf ear to Caesar's words. In fact, if you were serious, you would lose. This was a valuable experience he got after being beaten three times by Caesar's words. Although Caesar's words can still make him furious, his anger has been suppressed by force.

The battle situation was already stalemate, and the Light Consul who had stood firm and defended his foot. His defense was not something that Caesar could break now. The Thunder King fought around Hannibal and had all the tricks. All kinds of exquisite martial arts came in one after another. Whether it was the Secret of the Temple of War or the Foreign Military Skills, they were all used without any obstacles. Among them, the martial arts of heaven and the Saint Light Skills of Paladins have a commonality. Caesar actually used the martial arts of heaven to decipher the Paladins through the martial arts of heaven. He learned and sold it now, and was actually quite good. Hannibal was particularly unhappy because Caesar used the seemingly true Paladins skills in his hands, and he looked too worthy of beating...

But even so, Hannibal broke all kinds of methods in one move, and a shield firmly blocked Caesar's attack like a wolf and a tiger. Although the sacred power to strengthen the shield was constantly shattered, the holy light continued to survive, completely blocking Caesar's attack. Caesar was puzzled, why didn't he know that this kid was so capable of resisting?

If I turn the Domineering Dragon state, I can slap him away with one slap... Athena's sigh is also, and it can make him retreat with one shot. However, if I use other powers, I am afraid that Hannibal will have corresponding trump card responses. After all, I have only used martial arts of various races so far, and Hannibal only uses the highest holy sacred phosphor and shield technique in the world...

After the two exchanged moves, they looked at each other tacitly, then glanced at the sky at the same time. When they reached their power level, they could vaguely detect the saints' spy. It was not a wise idea to draw out all the cards and backgrounds under the eyes of the saints in other holy places... Although the relationship is harmonious, there is still competition!

The saints who have scolded them have finally had the time to comment on the battle below. Well, except for the Dragon Emperor...

"Compared with the Thunder King, the Consul of the Light is still too honest and too tender." The Amazon king's voice was so cold that the saints rolled their eyes, which was really different from the broken mouth and bad words just now. "Although absolute power crushed everything, in a even-match battle, every small detail determines the final outcome, and the barbarians always have a way..."

The other saints were all worried. Everyone came from their youth. At that time, Eras, the god of war, was extremely shameless. He had a broken mouth and swearing, and would easily curse people and make three corpses furious. Then he launched an attack when the enemy was unstable, taking advantage of the situation. It was tried and done every time, he always got a plan. The saint's scolding was beyond the scope of language. Even the paladin who cultivated his body and mind was like a stone can't help it...

"Of the seven crown princes, only the Thunder King is the most similar to the God of War..." The Speaker of the Gate of Judgment thought of his own talkative words and shed tears inwardly, "The chief priest of the druid is about the same temper as the scumbag umbrella, but the character should be better..."

"Two knives! What's wrong with my character?" Feng Jian Youxiang shouted, "It's much better than Qingzi's little gangster who only knows how to rob! Besides, it's better than your heir, a hopeless big girl!"

"Scum umbrella, you're wrong to say that." The Undead Emperor interrupted, "I know a little about what your heir is. In the Nature Academy, she looks like a good student who is well versed in nature and cultivates her character and is responsible. In fact, what she likes to do most outside is to rob! And she imitates her sister's techniques and style, pushing everything on her sister's head, and as a result, the name of Aozaki Orange is terrible. The doll is now in the fortress of my knowledge. It's really troublesome..."

"But even so, it's still far worse than you!" The head of the Nine Rings took over the conversation and laughed, "I don't know who set up a big trap back then, and then posted treasure maps everywhere. News came out that it was an ancient ruin, and then attracted a large number of adventurers who came to hunt for treasures, all of which were filled with your private bags! Such things cannot be enumerated, your character is really..."

"Fart! Fart!" Feng Jian Youxiang cursed, "I am a good woman! Don't bite you randomly."

Good women? Bah! The saints all wiped out cold sweats. Among the saints, men became more and more vulgar as they live, while women became more and more black-bellied. Among the three saints, Feng Jian Youxiang was recognized as the most tender-looking person. Her white shirt, red vest and long skirt with a sun umbrella were dressed by the Speaker of the Gate of Judgment. He also believed that Feng Jian Youxiang's most suitable dress should be black boots, leather clothes, stockings, gloves, eye masks and leather whip... The saints agreed with this. This guy's personality was simply a natural queen, and he liked playing sm very much.

"What are you thinking about? Want to have a magic cannon? Be careful that I plant a sunflower on your back door!" Feng Jian Youxiang snorted coldly, "Let's worry about your crown prince! Although Qingzi is obsessed with the sports that is worthless, he is still a normal person in normal times, which is very reassuring! Look at you, what guys you have taught!"

"..." The saints coughed dryly. For some reason, the crown prince of this term was very strange...

The most honest Chilia actually hides another violent, black-bellied, vicious tongue and fierce, iron-blooded fucking personality. She is violent and ignorant. She seems to be very compatible with the barbarians, and she also likes to play with lilies...

Not to mention Altay, her sister couldn't sleep or eat until she was beaten up for a while, and she felt uncomfortable all over without being beaten by her sister. Her fanaticism is the best in the world. Compared to whether she can break the rules when she enters the Sea of ​​Rules to achieve the ninth-level holy position, the Speaker of the Grand Secretary is more worried about whether the Presiding Judge can survive when Altay's sister gets married...

Although Hannibal is the most honest one, he loses his mind as soon as the topic involves his girlfriend. He has been reading some strange books recently, and the contents of it really make people worry about the current psychological state of His Highness the Consul of Light...

Shatilaisa was so cold that almost no one was allowed to approach her. Even a little contact would cause her to go wild. She looked like the most perfect and conservative woman in the legend. She didn't like any form of touch, the most pure virgin? What a woman... Although the Amazon king was too lazy to pay attention to it, he was also secretly worried that when Shatilaisa was crowned king in the future, would he suddenly knock the elders of the clan who wanted to crown her to the ground with one punch?

Xianya... Lich King. The Undead Emperor, who has been a child with a ghostly spirit and loves bones and soup, is a classic model of the Necromancer. At least in the eyes of the saints, the Undead Emperor has not changed much in the past thousand years. He has always been the monarch of the gloomy and terrifying world of the Dead. In him, the heavy silence of death and the indifference of darkness have been well reflected, but this gloomy old man actually shamelessly found a watery little girl.

Being an heir made the saints puzzled. Shania's words are better than being a paladin or a wizard than a necromancer... The gentle girl who is like water actually fiddling with curses and undead is really a shame. Moreover, it is said that something happened not long ago that made the old man cry. Shania returned to the Forgotten Land after meeting with the crown prince in the North. The first thing was to create a pair of melee armor and war swords for herself in the suit of Emperor Arthas...

The sister-controlled assassin Altaïr, the schizodiac wizard, the iceberg Amazon Satiresa, the non-mainstream necromancer, the robber Druid Aozaki Aoko, the miserable paladin Hannibal... Of course, there is also a barbarian Caesar who kills thousands of swords. That person is so bad that he has pus. Apart from the bloodline inheritance of the Saint Seiya, it is really impossible to see where he looks like a barbarian. He has many treacherous eyes, no verbal eloquence, sinister and cunning, and he is so bad that he likes to drive a good ship to become One Piece with a hatchet. Cough cough...

The last one is purely verbal, but the saints did find that the crown prince of this generation is really too...

Even the God of War and the Pope who were cheering for the battle stopped, and the still pale Dragon Emperor, the eight saints were silent in the sky for a while, and the Pope suddenly groaned: "Suddenly there is an idea like 'Switch people quickly, it's probably still too late now'... What's the matter with this feeling of crying..."

"If you change your hair, I feel that Caesar is good." Eras laughed haha, "I have the style of my back then!"

It is because of this reason that we have to change it! The six saints roared in unison in their hearts and overturned the table in anger. Eras also turned the mainland upside down, and the momentum was not inferior to that of Caesar now. In fact, Caesar was slightly inferior because the Thunder King was still very sensible, at least he would not destroy it maliciously. Eras smashed it on a whim... However, the conspiracy that Caesar stirred up every time was either a national crisis or a world-class disaster, either a evil outbreak in this world or a dimensional fragment awakening. The time on Tianlang Island even caused Diablo... In comparison, Eras was a little worse.

"That's called "beyond the blue" better than the blue!" Eras laughed, not ashamed of what happened back then.

Bah, that's even better! The saints complained angrily, but after talking about the topic, they recalled what happened back then, and the saints felt a little overwhelmed. The battle had entered a stalemate and the offense and defense had reached a balance. If Caesar and Hannibal did not use other cards, it would be difficult to decide the winner, but even if the foundation was fully revealed, it would probably be comparable. Since that is the case, there is no need to continue watching.

"Sure enough... we have been fighting openly and secretly for more than a thousand years, and after so long, we are still in a draw. It seems that our heirs are the same." The divine thought of the head of the Nine Rings slowly retreated, "Well, as long as Qilia is not inferior to anyone, after all, the balance of power in the Seven Holy Land is the best, and it is not beautiful to have a single dominant family."

"The way of balance is indeed the world consists of countless balances, both positive and negative sides, such as life and death, light and darkness." The head of the Nine Rings left, and the Undead Emperor was gone and retreated, "The same is true for me, as long as Xianya is not too weak!"

"I'm leaving too!" Feng Jian Youxiang shouted, "Old stick, old hammer, let your heirs take care of themselves. Don't think that when you were like that, the two of you had a huge upside down, but both sides suffered losses and we were cheap!"

As soon as the Druid Pope left, the assassin's divine thoughts were flying, and it was lonely for a moment, as if only a ray of autumn wind was left in the world, and a sad six-word chant was blowing: "It's a pity if you don't make a fuss..."

The Pope and the God of War turned dark at the same time, and they cursed with divine thoughts: "Two knives! Didn't you agree not to mention that matter?"

The Queen of Amazon didn't say anything. God knew what kind of personality she was in power now. Anyway, she came and went like the wind, and left without leaving a word. To the surprise, the Pope and the God of War also lost their interest in watching the battle. Perhaps because of Feng Jian Youxiang's words... The two saints remembered the long-closed memories at the same time, and shivered at the same time, as if they were hiding from each other. They withdrew their divine thoughts in a flash, ran away without a trace, just like seeing a ghost...

In the sky, only a divine thought of the Dragon Emperor was left, lonely, still repeating the same sentence...

"Go?" Caesar put his knee on the shield, knocked Hannibal away a few meters, then rushed out, smashing Hannibal like raindrops at Hannibal, knocking the emblem on the Holy Shield to a point where it was clearly destroyed, and the lines of the holy light suddenly broke.

"Probably." Hannibal waved his shield and collided with the weakest point of Caesar's offensive, blocking the attack with the least consumption, flowing the holy light, and repairing the broken herald. "I can't detect their divine thoughts... But strangely, why did the old bitches from both of you and me escape? They should stay and see the results."

"God knows." Caesar chuckled, "I think this is better than others watching, we are bound to be restrained."

"That's right." Hannibal retreated more than ten meters, and the sword and shield in his hand disappeared, replaced by a holy hammer with a sacred emblem flowing. "It's my turn to be pressed and beaten by you for so long..."

"You have been huddled in the turtle shell for so long, and you can finally beat you up." Caesar took out the wrath of the Thunder King, and the Lock of Heaven flowed out of the space of his body, wrapped around Caesar's left arm, and let out a soft moan. The hand of the demon dragon spreads from his right arm, and the green pearls and jade on the guard's hand emits a faint green light. The thunder and lotus fire entangled into purple flames that burn everything, flashing in Caesar's eyes, Athena sighed and summoned the spiritual resonance from the north, and the flashing golden light slowly emerged from Caesar's body, and the golden particles spread layer by layer.

, In addition to the three dark magic weapons and the domineering dragon state and the realization of the spiritual space, Caesar has almost fully developed the foundation - the three dark magic weapons are restrained by the highest holy spirit in the world and have little effect. The domineering dragon state consumes life, and there is no need for the king's military power. Because Caesar chose to let the reversal impulse die naturally at that time, he lost the opportunity to take the last step and could not spiritually materialize as he wished. In addition, all the trump cards were almost turned on, well... and the dragon roar, so I will keep it as a surprise.

Even Hannibal secretly sniffed at this scene: "...Are you still a Saint Seiya in this scene?"

"..." Caesar blinked innocently, then inserted the wrath of the Thunder King on the ground, pulled apart, and gestured in the air with his hands. The golden light left a trajectory in the air as he danced, and a star map of a horse gradually took shape...

"Stop!" Hannibal shouted, "It's one thing to be cute, but it's another thing to infringement!"

"...You have so many problems." Caesar sighed helplessly, then his face changed, and his face was passionate and unyielding.

"...It's really inconsistent to appear on your face." Hannibal covered his face and complained.

"Turn." Caesar's body shook and shouted wildly, "Raise! My little universe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three-color blue, golden, red halo suddenly rushed out of his body, summoning the power of the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers. The three-color energy flowed at the feet of the Saint Seiya, making the Saint Seiya's power even better than before. For a moment, the power of the small universe filled Caesar's body. He seemed to feel the vastness of the universe with his own aura, and the door of the eighth sense slowly opened to him...

"This is your sister's small universe explosion. It's clearly the barbarian's three-sounding voice and whisper!" Hannibal roared, "Fighting command and fighting system and screaming, you can find a sixth-level barbarian and you'll be a scumbag!"

"You know too much." Caesar reached out his hand, and a purple flame gushed out of his hand. The Saint looked up at the moon above his head and sighed softly, "Every time I see the moon, I think of me..."

"I will kill you, the infringing scum!" Hannibal could no longer help. The heralds on the holy hammer turned into holy patterns made of energy, flying around the hammer body. The paladin jumped up and swooped towards Caesar, "Apologize to countless people!"

Caesar grabbed the battle axe beside him and suddenly lifted it up. The purple flames poured in. The wrath of the Thunder King also burst into a flying purple rune, thunder was brilliant, and the purple light roared.

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Chapter completed!