Chapter 2484: Strong killing

"They're here. Zhewei, you go quickly, it will be too late if you don't leave." Zhao Feiyu dragged his injured body, trying to stand in front of Zhewei and protect Zhewei and Luo Keng.
"It's too late." Zhewei's face appeared resolutely, and said: "Since our brothers three have fallen into this field, we will die together."
"I'll stop them, you still have a chance to escape." Zhao Feiyu roared.
"I won't go." Zhe Wei whispered, "We are brothers! Birth, live together! Death, we must die together!"
"Zhewei, you go, I will help you." Luo Keng said: "I can use abilities to block them for a while."
"Go!" Zhao Feiyu roared with red eyes: "I don't want our team to be wiped out!"
"Don't be naive, you can't leave." A cold voice came from the group of enemies, and then a young man in a golden shirt appeared.
He is only more than 20 years old, blond, blue-eyed, with a high nose, and very handsome, with a golden sword hanging from his waist, which is very expensive.
He looked at the three of Zhewei, with a feminine smile on their faces, and said: "You all say that you Chinese are great, it seems that it's just that!"
"The East China Sea belongs to our China. If you want to grab treasure here, and kill our people, you must die!" Zhe Wei said angrily.
"Hahaha!" The young man laughed wildly, and said: "Kill your trash, maybe your country will thank me."
"Who are you?" Zhao Feiyu shouted.
"Want to know who I am? Okay, let me tell you, you can listen." The young man said proudly, "I am the son of the Pope of Versailles!"
what!
Zhao Feiyu was taken aback.
There was also shock in Zhewei's eyes.
"Zhewei, what's the matter? Why didn't we find out before, the son of the Pope of Versailles has also come?" Zhao Feiyu said: "According to the intelligence of the investigation, this time, only the high priest came to Versailles."
"I don't know either." Zhewei said he was unclear.
"This time I went out to practice with the high priest. The purpose is to kill you." The Pope's son laughed.
"We Huaxia and you Versailles have no grievances and no grudges, why do you want to do it against us?" Zhe Wei asked, calmer.
"No grievances and no enmity?" The pope's son said with a cold snort, "I'm afraid you forgot. Our Sun King of Versailles died on your Chinese territory."
"Who is the Sun King?" Zhao Feiyu asked.
"The Sun King is from Versailles. I came to China to find trouble with my master before." Zhe Wei stared at the Pope's son and said, "Although we only have three people, you want to kill us, it's not that easy."
"Your team was chased all the way here. The others have already died. Only the three of you are left. I don't believe it. You still have the ability to reach the sky and can escape from here." The Pope's son sneered to Zhe. Defender: "What's more, you three, you are the only one who is really capable of fighting."
"Even if I am alone, I will fight to the end!" Zhe Wei was determined.
"Seriously, I look down on you, a country without faith. Although you have gotten rid of the title of sick man in East Asia, it is difficult for me to have the slightest affection under the quality of the people, but you are an exception."
The Pope’s son stretched out his slender finger, pointed at Zhewei, and said: "You are still a fighter. It's a pity that I made up my mind today to completely destroy you, so you have to die too."
"As soldiers, you should have died in battle, but you have to prepare for the anger of China." Zhe Wei said coldly.
"I dare to kill you on China's territory, without fear of any anger." The Pope's son smiled: "I heard that you are China's most elite troops. After looking at you, I probably also understand China's strength, but so ."
At this time, an old white man walked out of the Pope’s son and said respectfully: "My lord, these people are already turtles in the urn. You don't need to talk nonsense with them, and make a quick fight."
The Pope's son frowned and said, "My original plan was to trap them here."
The old man said: "My lord, listen to me, make a quick decision, lest it happen later. Moreover, the main purpose of our trip is treasures in the sea. If they are trapped here, in case they are taken away by people from other countries. What should I do?"
"Don't worry, the high priest is here. If other countries dare to deal with the treasure, they will die." The Pope's son was very confident.
"That being said, I still recommend killing them as soon as possible, lest you miss the chance of the treasure being born, my lord."
The eyes of the Pope's son flashed brightly, nodded, and praised the old man: "You are right. Our goal this time is the treasure, and I want to witness the treasure get in hand."
"My lord is wise!"
The Pope’s son was very proud and ordered his subordinates: "Go, kill them for me!"
"Yes!"
At the moment, two tall, blond warriors, armed with weapons, Chao Zhewei and the others killed.
Zhe Wei immediately bent his bow and set an arrow.
"call out!"
The arrow flew out, pierced the throat of an enemy, followed closely, and drew an arc from that person's throat, and shot through the heart of another enemy.
"puff!"
Two enemies were killed on the spot.
Zhewei bent his bow and set his arrows again, and said, "If you want us to die, then you have to pay the price!"
The pope's son looked gloomy and shouted: "Give me up, kill them!"
This time, four people walked out from behind him, still holding weapons, attacking from different directions.
"call out!"
"call out!"
Zhe Wei shot two arrows in a row, killing four people.
"waste!"
After six consecutive deaths, the Pope’s son's face was extremely gloomy, and he ordered the old white man beside him, "Go!"
"Yes, my lord!" The old white man replied respectfully, then stepped out and "boomed" the ground. The waves set off waves of more than ten feet high, and slapped over the sky.
At the same time, the old white man disappeared from his place.
"Be careful!" Luo Keng yelled anxiously.
"Shoo!" Zhe Wei's arrow has been shot out.
"boom!"
The waves swept over, and Zhe Wei was about to retreat. A scream came from his ear, and Zhao Feiyu flew out.
"Feiyu"
boom!
As soon as Zhe Wei spoke, he received a heavy blow to his chest and flew out. The old white man appeared, standing where Zhe Wei was standing, with a cold smile on his face, and then raised his foot towards Luo Keng. Slam on his face.
Just at the moment of the moment, a figure suddenly fell from the sky, and Luo Keng's half of his body moved across, allowing the old white man to step on the air.
"Who are you?" The old white man asked in shock.
"You don't deserve to know who I am!" Without lifting his head, Lu Yi pointed out that the old white man's body exploded into blood mist on the spot.