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Chapter five hundred and twentieth six storms(2/2)

The attack was just a matter of moment. The Emerald Demon Knights were also real knights that had gone through countless wars. Some damage did not affect them. All the knights raised their spears and prepared for the final attack.

At this time, the Dragon Knights rushed out from the green light on the battlefield, and Caesar was the leader!

God!

The Dragon Knights were completely unscathed!

They rushed through the blockade, and the soldiers of Siglolo were stunned. The first time they saw someone who could withstand the green light impact of the Emerald Demon Knights.

The dragons burst out with a trembling roar. How could this level of magic hurt the dragon cavalry? Then wouldn’t the priceless armor on them be worn in vain? Each armor is made of top-quality crystals. Unless the forbidden spells, don’t cause fatal damage to them.

The Dragon Knights took the upper hand in the first encounter, but the Emerald Knights were not affected at all. Every warrior still had a cold face. This is the real Knights, who can remain calm no matter what the situation is.

In an instant, the two knights rushed together.

boom……

There was a scream, but it was not a human, but Siglolo's emerald horse, mixed with the wailing of the iron-headed dragon, without any fancy fatal collision.

"Caesar, die!"

Stojanovic stabbed him with a shot, and captured the king first. Stojanovic's idea was exactly the same as that of Caesar.

The Demon Sword swept across. This is a battlefield, not a competition. Caesar has no intention of entangling Stojanovic. Since he has arrived at the battlefield, he must be prepared for death.

The fighting spirit unfolded and he fought with peak warriors like Ottoman and Carraso in succession. Caesar's strength was greatly improved. As the number one in the world, he could withstand something that a mere sword saint could.

The domain was fully unfolded, and the positive and reverse repulsive power almost made Situ Janovic in the air vomit blood. Although he was prepared, he still had no time to change this move for the first time. When he got back, Caesar's demon sword had already been cut down. Stojanovic, whose power was completely unfolded, could only barely resist. At this time, Caesar's eyes were full of murderous aura, deep black. At some point, the demonic sword had untied 10% of the seal, and the magic immediately enveloped Stojanovic. Caesar's ten successful swords were able to resist with only 30%.

bass……

The gun was cut off, and the Demon Sword pierced Stojanovic's fighting spirit without any obstacles. Stojanovic, as the Sword Saint, also showed the fierceness and terror of the Sword Saint between life and death. He grabbed the Demon Sword with both hands and knocked against Caesar's vital points. Caesar's body turned, and took the opponent's move with the fighting spirit, and at the same time, the triple force of his left hand rushed out.

puff……

Caesar's body shook violently, but his left hand still penetrated Stojanovic's body. When the demon sword turned, his hands like dead branches that had been sucked away from the essence and blood fell to the ground. He turned his hand and Stojanovic's head flew into the sky.

Caesar, who held the Demon Sword in one hand and Stojanovic's head in the other, was like a demon coming to the world. The aura of killing on the entire battlefield infected everyone. Caesar's long-term suppressed murderous aura also erupted, and a deafening shout at the ground.

Almost all Siglolo soldiers were stunned, and their most powerful sword saint was cut off in one photo!
Chapter completed!
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