"They are here. Zhewei, go quickly, it will be too late if you don't leave." Zhao Feiyu dragged his injured body and wanted to stand in front of Zhewei and protect Zhewei and Luo Keng.

"It's too late." Zhewei's face appeared resolutely and said, "Since we brothers have fallen to this point, we will die together."

"I'll stop them, you still have a chance to escape." Zhao Feiyu roared.

"I won't leave." Zhewei said loudly, "We are brothers! Live, live together! Death, we must die together!"

"Zhewei, go, I will help you." Luo Keng said: "I can use superpowers to block them for a while."

"Go away!" Zhao Feiyu shouted with red eyes: "I don't want our team to be wiped out!"

"Stop being naive, you can't get away." A cold voice came from the group of enemies, and then a young man in a golden battle robe appeared.

He is only in his twenties, with blonde hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and is very handsome. He has a golden sword hanging around his waist, which is extremely noble.

He looked at Zhewei and the other two with a feminine smile on his face and said, "Everyone says you Chinese are powerful, but it seems that this is the case!"

"The East China Sea belongs to our China. If you want to seize treasures here and kill us, you will not die well!" Zhewei said angrily.

"Hahaha!" the young man laughed wildly and said, "Kill you waste, maybe your country will thank me."

"Who are you?" Zhao Feiyu shouted.

"I want to know who I am? OK, I tell you, you can hear it." The young man said arrogantly: "I am the son of the Pope of Versailles!"

What!

Zhao Feiyu was shocked.

There was also shock in Zhewei's eyes.

"Zhewei, what's going on? Why haven't we found out before that the son of the Pope of Versailles came?" Zhao Feiyu said: "According to the information investigated, this time, only the high priest came to Versailles."

"I don't know either." Zhewei said he was unclear.

"This time I came out with the high priest to experience it. The purpose is to kill you." The Pope's son smiled.

"We in China and you Versailles have no grudges and grudges, why should we attack us?" Zhewei asked calmly.

"No grievance or revenge?" The Pope's son snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid you'll forget that our Sun King of Versailles died on the territory of your China."

"Who is the Sun King?" Zhao Feiyu asked.

"The Sun King is from Versailles. He has come to China before to cause trouble for my master." Zhewei stared at the Pope's son and said, "Although we only have three people, it is not that easy for you to kill us."

"Your team was chased by us all the way here. The others were dead, and there were only three of you left. I don't believe that you still have the ability to escape from here." The Pope's son sneered and said to Tseowei: "What's more, you are the only one who has the real combat power."

"Even if I am the only one, I will die to the end!" Zhewei's attitude was firm.

"To be honest, I look down on you, a country without faith. Although you have escaped the title of Sick Man in East Asia, it is difficult for me to feel a little bit favorable under the quality of the people. However, you are an exception."

The Pope's son stretched out his slender finger and pointed at Jeff Wei, saying, "You are still a warrior. Unfortunately, I made up my mind today to completely destroy you, so you will die."

"As a warrior, you should have died in battle, but you should be better prepared to welcome the anger of China." Zhewei said coldly.

"If I dare to kill you on China's territory, I will not be afraid of any anger." The Pope's son smiled and said, "I heard that you are the most elite troops in China. After seeing you, I probably understand the strength of China, but that's it."

At this time, an old white man walked out of the Pope's son and said respectfully: "Sir, these people are already in the jar. Don't talk nonsense to them, just fight quickly."

The Pope's son frowned and said, "I originally planned to trap them here."

The old man said, "Sir, listen to my words and fight quickly to avoid a change of time. Moreover, our main purpose is the treasures in the sea. If they are trapped here, what if the treasures are taken away by people from other countries?"

"Don't worry, the high priest is here. If other countries dare to attack the treasure, they will definitely die." The Pope's son was very confident.

"That's right, I still recommend killing them as soon as possible so that you don't miss the opportunity to be born."

A bright light flashed in the eyes of the Pope's son nodded, and praised the old man: "You are right. Our goal this time is a treasure. I want to witness the treasure."

"Sir, wise!"

The Pope's son was very proud and ordered his subordinates to say, "Go and kill them for me!"

"yes!"

At this moment, the two tall blonde warriors, holding weapons, rushed towards Zhewei and the others.

Zhewei immediately bent his bow and took an arrow.

"call out!"

The arrow flew out and pierced through an enemy's throat. Then, it came out of the man's throat, drew an arc, and shot through the heart of another enemy.

"puff!"

Two enemies were killed on the spot.

Zhewei bent his bow and arrow and said, "If you want us to die, you have to pay the price!"

The Pope's son looked gloomy and shouted, "Come on me and kill them!"

This time, four people walked out from behind him, still holding weapons and attacking from different directions.

"call out!"

"call out!"

Zhewei shot two arrows in a row and killed four people.

"waste!"

Six subordinates died in a row. The Pope's son's face was extremely gloomy. He ordered the old white man beside him and said, "Go!"

"Yes, sir!" The old white man responded respectfully, then stepped out and "boomed" the waves stirred up waves more than ten feet high, slapped overwhelmingly.

Meanwhile, the old white man disappeared from the spot.

"Be careful!" Luo Keng shouted anxiously.

"Swish!" Zhewei's arrow had already shot out.

"boom!"

The waves swept over, and Zhewei was about to retreat when a scream came from his ear, and Zhao Feiyu flew out.

"Feiyu——"

Bang!

As soon as Zhewei spoke, he suffered a heavy blow on his chest and flew out. The old white man appeared and stood where Zhewei was standing, with a cold smile on his face. Then, he raised his foot and stepped on Luo Keng's face.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly fell from the sky, and half of Luo Keng's body moved horizontally, causing the white old man to step on the air.

"Who are you?" the old white man asked in shock.
Chapter completed!