"So what if you are enemies?"

As Frans's arrogant voice sounded, he was now in a strange cold silence.

No one expected that the attitude and position of the God of Weapon Frans would be so clear and so determined.

Although the God of Weapon Frans and the tyrant Lan Feng have always had a good personal relationship, no one expected that the relationship between the two had reached the point where the God of Weapons openly stood up to support the King's Palace.

Have a sensibility!

This is the first reaction in everyone present.

Because... rumored that this great weapon god Frans is a male lover.

It must be that on a dark and windy night a day, in a lonely wooden house, the Four Emperors Tyrant Lan Feng secretly presented his chrysanthemums.

This must be the case!

Everyone present looked at Frans, the eyes of the God of Weapons, changed at this moment.

Your uncle, you can't lose the entire sea of ​​flowers just because of a chrysanthemum.

At this moment, the people from the Dark Palace and the Dark Palace almost couldn't help but open their voices and curse.

"What are your eyes?"

Seeing everyone's strange eyes, Frans's face suddenly became gloomy, and a cold voice came from his mouth.

"Mr. Frans, you shouldn't have a gay relationship with the tyrant?"

Katherine, the hellmaid policewoman, couldn't help but speak jokingly.

"Things seeking death!"

Upon hearing this, the expression of the God of Weapon Frans suddenly became extremely cold.

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. When it appeared again, it was already in front of the hellmaid Catherine. In his terrified and horrified eyes, the God of Weapon Frans clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it hard at the beautiful face of the hellmaid Catherine, without any mercy.

He doesn't like women.

The sudden change caused the face of the hellmaid Catherine's face to change. She wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

At this moment, hellmaid Katherine could only block her hands in front of her.

"call out!"

The next moment, in the horrified eyes of everyone, as the fist of the weapon god Frans was about to land on the hellmaid Catherine, a white breeze blew past strangely, causing the figure of the hellmaid Catherine to disappear strangely.

The shot fell to nothing, and the God of Weapon Frans couldn't help but frown.

Not far from the weapon god Frans, hellmaid Katherine was gracefully hugged in her arms by white Youfeng Ling, and strangely appeared in front of everyone.

It was obvious that he took action at the moment when everyone was not able to react.

At the entire scene, I'm afraid only him and the Four Emperors Black Demon have such a terrifying speed.

"Is it okay?"

White Youfeng Ling turned her head and looked at the hell girl Katherine who looked extremely delicate in her arms, and asked with a smile.

"I'm fine, thank you, Ling."

Looking at Ling's handsome face and hearing his concern sound, a hint of blush appeared on the beautiful cheeks of Hellwoman Catherine, and she whispered.

Ling nodded gently, put Catherine, the hellmaid, from his arms, then fell on Frans, the God of Weapons, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "Frans, you actually attacked an extremely weak woman in full view. It's really a shame."

"Why, let me sit down your God position?"

As the words of White Youfeng Ling fell, the feathers on his shoulders rose up automatically without wind, making him look more sacred and ethereal.

The next moment, Ling's body turned into a gorgeous white light and headed straight for Frans, the God of Weapons.

This guy actually launched an attack on the God of Weapon Frans.

"Hmph, looking for death!"

Seeing this, the God of Weapon Frans snorted coldly, and his body rushed out like a tiger and leopard, and his right hand slammed down angrily.

"Dong!"

The next moment, a dull sound echoed on the rooftop.

The iron fist of the God of Weapon Frans collided with the fist of the white Youfeng Ling under the gaze of everyone, making a dull sound of metal handover.

A huge force erupted from the fists of the two, and a strong wind blew up on the rooftop, causing everyone's clothes to rush.

Who would have thought that White Youfeng Ling could actually fight Frans, the God of Weapons.

The attack was blocked, and the God of Weapon Frans looked as usual, as if Ling's power was within his expectations.

The next moment, Frans's arm shook violently, and a large number of weapons suddenly burst out from his arm, and a more powerful force burst out.

"Just have brute force."

Facing Frans' powerful power, Ling smiled slightly, leaving a afterimage on his body, and disappeared strangely.

"Dong!"

The moment Ling's body disappeared, Frans' fist penetrated his afterimage. In the horrified eyes of everyone, half of Frans' arm actually flew out strangely and chased Ling. He dodged and smashed it hard on the guardrail beside him, smashing the guardrail through.

Then, the arm flew back strangely and combined it with Frans's arm break.

"Bang!"

The attack failed, Frans still looked as usual. His body suddenly turned and his right leg kicked out with extremely powerful force.

Under the gaze of everyone, Frans's legs with powerful force collided with Ling, who appeared behind him strangely, attacking, and made a dull sound.

"Dingdeng..."

The powerful force exploded, and the face of the God of Weapon Frans changed. He was shocked by the powerful force and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Swish!"

Ling's body was as light as a swallow, and her body rolled sensitively in the air, and finally landed on the ground fiercely. She looked at the weapon god Frans with a smile on her face. A faint voice came from his mouth: "How do you feel?"

"not bad."

Frans twisted his neck and said casually.

The people present had long been shocked by the lightning-like battle between the two of them, especially the people from the King's Palace and the Black Demon's Palace. He never thought that White Youfeng Ling would have such a terrifying skill.

Even Mi Wei'er, the god of wisdom, Diana, the god of moonlight, could not help but frown at this moment.

They never underestimated Ling's strength, but they were still surprised by the combat power that Ling had just shown.

Now, even if the God of Weapon Frans comes, the King's Palace is still at a great disadvantage in terms of lineup and combat effectiveness.

What's more, there is a dark god Apus who temporarily compromised and stared at him and his members in the Dark Palace.

The King's Palace is still at an absolute disadvantage.

The situation is still extremely unfavorable for Mi Weier and the others.

"Miweier, do you think Frans, the God of Weapon, can turn the defeat around?"

The Four Emperors Black Demon played with the Demon Dragon Ghost Sword in his hand, and looked at Mi Wei'er and others in the King's Palace with a playful look.

Upon hearing this, Mi Wei'er, Diana and others frowned without a trace. Judging from the current lineup, the arrival of a weapon god Frans does not change the current situation. After all, Ling alone can resist him.

Seeing Mi Weier and others frowned, the Four Emperors Black Demon couldn't help but look at Frans, the God of Weapons, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "Frans, if you withdraw now, it's still time. I can think that nothing has happened."

“What if I say no?”

Frans replied tit-for-tat.

"Then, I'm afraid you'll have to fall from the altar today."

Ling hugged his hands in his chest, and a calm sound came from his mouth.

"You think you will win like this? Be invincible?"

Suddenly, Frans, the God of Weapon, grinned.

For some reason, when I heard the words of the God of Weapon Frans and looked at the smile on his face, a trace of bad premonition flashed across the faces of the Four Emperors Black Demon and others.

"What's the meaning?"

The Four Emperors Black Demon asked coldly.

"I'll tell you, Dark Devil."

A low and powerful voice suddenly came from the distant sky.
Chapter completed!