Chapter 142: Not a Single One Can Fight

"Didn't Britain go away?"

The old man Zhan glanced at the group of British people mockingly, and said contemptuously: "You British people are really thick-skinned."

As soon as this word came out.

The expressions of that group of people in the UK instantly became uglier than before.

Yes, aside.

Among the crowd on the French side, a young man in a formal dress with long golden wavy hair stepped out at this moment.

"Who said I was leaving England"

The young man glanced at old man Zhan indifferently, and said, "Why do you Huaxia like many people to bully few people? If I read correctly, you have six S-level strongmen, while we in the UK only have three. What can you explain if you were lucky enough to win?"

heard the words.

Everyone held back their laughter.

"you are British"

He Gaoming stood up and asked.

"snort."

The other party snorted coldly and said, "I'm an Englishman. When we were not all here, we bullied the few with the more people. You Huaxia are really despicable."

"Hey hey."

He Gaoming shook his head, pointed to his temple and said, "The brain is a good thing, you should use it more."

As soon as this word came out.

In the audience, everyone couldn't help laughing.

In the crowd on the British side, a person stepped forward in extreme embarrassment, and said to the new grandmaster, "Just now, they defeated the three S-level masters on our side with only one unknown name."

"What"

Hearing this, the new British grandmaster's expression darkened instantly.

Feeling hot on the face.

This is slapping yourself in the face

Originally, I wanted to step on Huaxia fiercely on the grounds that there are more people bullying fewer people, but I didn't expect that it turned out that there were more people bullying fewer people on my side.

He was also laid down by the other party.

This face is slapped, it hurts

Huaxia Fang, everyone laughed.

All around, the people from various large, medium and small forces who had already arrived also laughed out loud one after another.

This time, the British have brought their arrogance to the extreme, and their arrogance has reached their own heads.

"snort."

With an angry snort, the new Grandmaster from England stared at Huaxia Fang with a livid face, and said in a cold voice, "Just now you were lucky, now I want to see, why do you come to fight us?"

During the conversation.

Stepping out from the crowd together with another person, an incomparably powerful energy erupted from his body.

venerable class, grand master

It seems that both of them belong to the British side.

at the same time.

Among the crowd from the French side who gathered with this group of people, three people also came out at the same time, and their aura burst out. They are also venerable masters

"five"

"Is France allied with England?"

"Five S-level super masters were actually dispatched. It seems that the strength of the two sides is completely equal."

"Although those three people were injured, they are also a great force."

"Are you going to fight?"

Around, people from various forces began to discuss.

No one thought of it.

Not long after this arrived, the war is about to kick off, and this is still a war between two countries and one country

"Hmph, you have five s-level masters, and we have the same."

One of the people who had been put down by Fang Qiuqian stood up, covered his chest with one hand, raised his head proudly, and said to the Huaxia people: "I advise you, it is best to hand over the entrance of the ruins as soon as possible. Let go of the area where the ruins are located, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless"

here.

Fang Qiu turned his head away, looked at each other and smiled with the four masters.

"It seems that they don't know the existence of Master Tianwen, but since they want to play five against five, then we will play five against five with them."

finished.

Everyone laughed.

At the same time, he reached for his weapon.

The divine sword was condensed in Fang Qiu's hands, Wu Mingchuan pulled out a long soft sword from his waist, old man Zhan found out a big knife from nowhere, Patriarch Qian had an extra pair of iron fists in his hand, Xifeng Several embroidery needles also appeared in Ling's hands.

see.

Everyone in Britain and France was stunned.

what is this for

What does it mean

Everyone stared at Huaxia Fang with puzzled faces.

"What are you talking about?"

Patriarch Qian squeezed the pair of iron fists in his hands, his eyes gleamed with eagerness, looked straight at everyone on the other side, and said, "Aren't you going to do something? We Huaxia have never been afraid of anyone before."

As soon as this word came out.

The people of the Anglo-French alliance were all stunned.

In their images, Huaxia is obviously a country that focuses on peace and does not like to fight. Why is it that if there is a disagreement, they will do it?

but.

Now that the words of the Huaxia side have reached this level, it is impossible for them to retreat. If they retreat at this time, the face of the two countries will be completely lost.

After all, there are so many people watching around.

What's more, from the bright side, their strength is not worse than that of Huaxia, so why be afraid

for a while.

The two sides were at war with each other, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

war, imminent

"British ability users are wizards, good at long-range attacks, can control the air, control objects, and even forcibly control people's body and mind."

Fang Qiu opened his mouth and said: "French people with abilities use supernatural abilities. Generally speaking, they are similar to those on TV, but it has nothing to do with time and space. At most, they can play with water, light a fire or something."

Fang Qiu spoke in Chinese.

Everyone nodded in understanding.

there.

The Anglo-French Alliance didn't even know what Wuming was talking about.

"Dry"

Patriarch Qian, who was already full of fighting spirit, immediately flew out after listening to Fang Qiu's words, and rushed up to one of the two new British grandmasters, saying, "I like to play close combat the most."

Seeing this, other people also started to do it.

this time.

Fang Qiu found a French grandmaster who was full of venerable spirit.

This grandmaster held a short knife in his hand, with a faint blue flame glowing on the tip of the knife, which looked a little different from ordinary supernatural beings.

The others also corresponded one by one, without saying a word, each found an opponent and charged forward.

The Anglo-French alliance saw this.

Dare to hesitate there.

Immediately, they all rushed out one after another, each mobilizing their own strength, and directly collided with Huaxia Fang's people directly from the front.

"bang bang bang"

Loud noises of violent collisions spread loudly in mid-air.

Look carefully.

Ten s-level powerhouses took off directly in mid-air, fighting fiercely.

but.

One of these scenes looks particularly funny.

It was Patriarch Qian and the new British Grandmaster.

When he rushed up, Patriarch Qian burst out with a reckless aura, like a mad bull. He didn't care about anything else, and rushed towards the British grandmaster with all his strength.

This scene.

But this new British grandmaster was taken aback.

How could he have imagined that the Huaxia people were so reckless?

Come up with full firepower and do it directly

Panicked, the British Grandmaster immediately erupted with a huge energy, which condensed into a thick energy wall in the middle of Patriarch Qian's rush, trying to keep Patriarch Qian out, and at the same time controlled his figure to quickly retreat , for fear of being caught by money.

"What Wuming said is indeed true."

Patriarch Qian sneered, and then waved his right hand violently regardless of the situation.

"boom."

With the sound of thunder.

That fist wearing an iron glove slammed down heavily on the energy wall blocking the way.

next moment.

"Boom"

There was a bang.

As Patriarch Qian's fist fell, that wall of energy was instantly smashed into fragments by the huge force erupted from Patriarch Qian's fist.

at the same time.

"call out"

As soon as Patriarch Qian moved, his whole body was like a shooting star, bursting out at a speed that the opponent couldn't match, and rushed directly towards the opponent.

this moment.

The British master panicked.

Like a mouse seeing a cat, it didn't dare to hesitate at all, and immediately turned around and ran away.

Have no idea.

His combat power can only be displayed at a long distance. If such a reckless man catches up with him, he may have a black nose and a swollen face within a minute, so he can only run.

This scene falls in the eyes of others.

Immediately there was a burst of laughter.

The British Grandmaster who took the initiative to provoke just now was chased like a rat right after the start of the war

This is too real

Look at the other side.

The fifth Mingchuan had a soft sword in his hand. Facing a French wind-type supernatural being, he read a wind blade with sword energy and fought very fiercely. However, the wind blade of the supernatural person was similar to the sword energy emanating from the fifth Mingchuan. Than, it's too fragile, it can't be compared at all.

In this situation, the fifth Mingchuan approached quickly, used close-up suppression, and quickly gained the upper hand.

Old man Zhan held a machete in his hand.

Holding a wine gourd in one hand, like the owner of the Qian family, he chased a British grandmaster and slashed left and right. His appearance was even more reckless than that of the Qian family, so reckless that those British grandmasters couldn't stand it.

There is also Xi Fengling, the head of the Xi family.

Her opponent is a male fire-type supernatural power user.

This person didn't hold back at all because Xifengling was a woman. On the contrary, as soon as they met, extremely hot flames erupted all over his body, trying to fight Xifengling in close quarters, using the high temperature of the flame to suppress Xifengling .

Unfortunately.

In Xi Fengling's eyes, his actions were too slow.

"Shhhhhhh"

The embroidery needle in his hand moved.

Before the opponent got close, Xifengling used the thread on the embroidery needle to tie up the opponent. Even if it was just ordinary red thread, the flames of the opponent could not stop burning under the inner energy of Xifengling

Fang Qiu's side.

This French ability user with a short knife in his hand turned out to be a cutting ability, and he was a very powerful ability user in close combat.

Unfortunately, he met Fang Qiu.

"boom"

There was a loud bang.

In close combat, this French supernatural user was inferior to Fang Qiu in terms of speed, reaction, and strength.

Just three strokes.

He was punched by Fang Qiu.

result.

Just as Fang Qiu turned the man over, the sound of falling to the ground came from nearby.

Looking intently, the five grandmasters of the Anglo-French Alliance were all beaten to the ground vomiting blood.

no one can beat