Chapter 1137

Everyone was busy running outside the palace, but there was a man sitting there drinking all night.

"Hi! Your highness Andrew, the God of war of Versailles is going to fight against the ghost king. Why are you still drinking here alone? "

Edward came with a group of young people and patted him on the shoulder.

Andrew looked back, drunk, not good airway: "what's with me?"

Melita said with a smile, "Andrew, what's the matter with you? The guy who humiliated you last night died in the hands of the ghost king. You should celebrate. Come on, stop drinking. Let's go out and watch a good play!"

And she wanted to go and take Andrew's bottle.

As we all know, the Dutch princess is infatuated with Prince Andrew, and the Danish royal family also intends to promote the marriage of the two royal families. In many people's eyes, Melita is Andrew's future queen, and Melita herself thinks so.

"Hands off, don't touch me!"

But people did not expect that, in the face of Melita's hospitality, Andrew suddenly furious, rudely shook off Melita's little hand.

"Andrew, what's the matter with you? Can't you even recognize me?" Melita has an aggrieved face.

"I warn you, you'd better not speak ill of luoxianyu in front of me!" Andrew gave a grim warning.

Now we all know that what happened last night, he didn't take it to his heart. Instead, he was very upset. Now he is drinking fierce wine because he heard the news of Luo Xianyu's death.

Melita also woke up and touched the scales of her sweetheart. However, Melita, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, can never apologize to Andrew for this, but coldly said:

"You are still a knight in the power world. Don't you understand that in your world, it is always a cruel rule to respect the strong and defeat the enemy?"

This was a hard word on Andrew's heart.

His royal highness swung the bottle, Gulu Gulu took a few mouthfuls, and then slammed the bottle to the ground.

Come on!

"Get out of here, you all get out of here!"

Seeing that Andrew was in such a bad mood, the crowd shook their heads and didn't want to touch his brow again. They made an appointment to go out to watch the war.

"Does Andrew really admire that young man last night?"

"Listen to master Hal, it seems so."

"But I heard that man has been killed by the ghost king!"

"You'll see. Come here tonight, and this guy will have a new ambition, either Versailles or the ghost king."

"Versailles, of course!"

……

In the garden outside the palace, there were a lot of people.

The nobles and celebrities who had just been singing and dancing in the palace all ran out and looked at the night sky with their necks raised.

The moon is very round tonight, but at this time, the two strong men let the moon become the background.

No one can use their eyes to estimate how high the ghost king and Versailles are flying at this time. In short, their figures are very small in our eyes.

But the next moment, those two tiny figures, but burst out a terrible energy.

Versailles is shrouded in the holy light, just like the God of heaven coming down to earth, carrying the broad sword behind him, is also emitting dazzling light.

The ghost king is the other extreme, with black air lingering on his body, just like the birth of a demon, with a black cloud floating around.

The confrontation between the two great powers in the air has made the city of London under their feet enveloped in their terrible atmosphere. In the streets and alleys, the police of London have poured out. According to minister Claude's instructions, the whole city of London has taken curfew measures tonight.

At Buckingham Palace's capital residence, more than a dozen blocks away, Minister Claude stands behind the country's actual housekeeper, with two men looking through French windows at the disturbing night sky.

"Have you come this far after all?" The man in front sighed.

"Yes, Mr. President." Minister Claude was also helpless.

"What if Versailles is no match for the ghost king?" The president has a problem for his close subordinates.

"It's up to fate." Minister Claude grinned bitterly.

Under the moon, the duel between the two great powers is imminent.

"The holy light of the cross!"

Versailles took the lead in attacking. He pulled out his broad sword and waved it in front of him. He drew a golden cross and flew to the ghost king.

This cross shaped blade is brilliant, gorgeous and spectacular. If it is placed on the ground, no one will doubt that it can sweep a block in an instant.

Even now it is flying over the heads of people, also let the people on the ground feel its terrible power.

Many nobles were so excited that the patron saint of European mythology did not disappoint everyone.

"I've finally met a decent opponent."

The ghost king, Jie Ao, laughs. He didn't enjoy his separate fight with Luo Yu in Cannes before. Just now, he fought with Dawson, who has just stepped into the hegemonic realm, just like scratching his boots. At this time, this figure in Western mythology and legend finally aroused his fighting spirit.

The ghost king is far more powerful than everyone imagined. As the head of the ten Yin Shuai, the ghost king is definitely the top five in the hell hall. It's not unreasonable for the heavenly eye organization to put him in the dark list of the overlord.

"Roar ~ ~"

In the face of the holy light blade of Versailles, the ghost king is calm and roars up to the sky.

All of a sudden, endless black and dead air gathered from the tombs and dark corners around London and poured into the arms of the ghost king.

"Ghost claw!"

The ghost King condensed these dead spirits and gave a strong and terrible blow.

A huge and incomparable ghost claw, formed above the heads of the people, collided with the brilliance of the cross blade.

Boom!

Terrible shock wave, the clouds in mid air, are washed away, there was a spectacular scene.

The people on the ground are sucking in the cold air.

If such destructive force appears on the ground, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Leilias in the west, the emperor of the underworld in the East, is indeed the most capable existence in this century. In the underworld palace, there are strong people like you!"

Versailles revered, the strength of the ghost king, let him feel the inside information of the hell hall.

"Hand over Shengtong, I can spare you from death!"

The ghost King grinned and waved to him.

"No way!"

Versailles eyebrows a twist, eyes, but also will stimulate a more exuberant sense of war.

The ghost king is powerful, but he is not the patron saint of the Holy See.

"Glorious judgment!"

Versailles suddenly soared higher in the air. The broad sword was held high above his head, and the light was shining. At the moment when the sword fell, a vague figure of a saint angel appeared behind him. The whole sky of London was lit up, as if it was a judgment from heaven, coming to the world.

Anyone can see that this glorious sword has done his best.

"This glorious sword is a must kill." Mu Qingcheng also looked up and marveled, "I'm afraid the ghost king can't resist such ability."

"Not necessarily." Luo Yu shook his head.

Just when everyone thought that the ghost king was about to be killed, the ghost king was there and gave out a cruel grin.

"If you don't hand over Shengtong, you'll hand in your life as well!"

"Luocha ghost prison, open!"