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259. I'm late again?

[Update time] 2011-12-3009:23:55 [Words] 3087

"Don't say? That's right?" Under the dark shadows in the streets and the faint starlight in the sky, the figure slowly pulled out the giant sword behind his backhand: "King Chambord's Zodiac Leo Saint Seiya Frank Lampard, ordered to kill!"

Shampoo King?

At this time, the blood knife mercenaries finally understood the source of the disaster. [http://

It turned out to be King Chambord?

Really Shampoo King?

"Let's all... kill!" [Earth Tiger] Cahill wanted to retreat, he stepped back slowly, waved his hands forward, and signaled his confidantes behind him to rush at the door, and he himself had already begun to calculate that he could escape the route.

However, the next moment——

make a fist.

With Lampard's fist at the center, a dazzling white spot of light bloomed from the night sky.

This is a spot of light that is as radiant as a thunderbolt, bursting with incredible light, and the eyes of all the blood knife mercenaries only felt a sting, and then the derivatives of this spot, except for countless intricate but clearly visible rays of light, pierced through The boundless darkness.

Lightning Speed ​​Fist!

The blood knife mercenaries only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and the figure in front of them disappeared.

All the people stood there quietly, they were surprised to find that their bodies seemed to be out of control, when they were inexplicably surprised, suddenly, "bang bang bang bang..." A burst of dense fists hit the body armor The sound of weapons came, and everyone was stunned to find that shocking sunken fist marks appeared on each other's bodies out of thin air, as if they were hit by invisible fists, and a series of cracking sounds of bones shattering began to be heard from their bodies. The voice, even [Land Tiger] Cahill is no exception.

Except for the two constantly struggling figures who were bumped into the sack.

"Good... good... so fast... punch... I... you..."

His eyes began to slacken, and then [Land Tiger] Cahill realized that the thunderbolt-like light that bloomed from the night just now turned out to be the trajectory of the opponent's fist. His line of sight was no longer able to catch it, and when the man in front of him finished punching, everyone felt the feeling of being smashed by the punch that contained terrifying power.

Such punches cannot be avoided at all.

What level of strength is this kind of fist?

And this kind of strength, placed in the blood knife mercenary group, will definitely not be inferior to the head of the group, but such a character is willing to obey King Chambord's orders...

How terrible is the strength of the Chambord people?

At this time, the breath of life gradually faded away, and the dying [Land Tiger] Cahill finally understood what kind of enemy the Blood Knife Mercenary Group had provoked. At the same time, he also understood that what happened tonight, It was definitely not as simple as a surprise attack and beheading. The terrible Chambord King might have already made a more careful and terrifying plan. [http://r/\u003e

Bang bang bang bang!

A cloud of blood mist exploded in the air.

The blood knife mercenary's body was shattered like a bomb, and the walls were stained red with bone fragments, meat and broken internal organs. The terrible scene was due to Lampard's [Lightning Light Speed ​​Fist] punching into the mercenaries' bodies. The huge fist force destroyed every vitality in their bodies, and then directly exploded their bodies.

Dead without a whole body.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." There was a sound of struggling and whimpering in horror from the sack that fell to the ground.

Lampard turned and looked, frowning.

At this moment, a running figure flashed, saw the scene in the street, and was stunned: "Uh... already finished killing? Oops, it's too late!"

...

"Hahahaha, this way doesn't work."

Under the faint starlight, [Huh Ha Er Bitch] had already summoned the Star Cloths of Capricornus and Taurus.

The two of them are like two gods of killing made of steel, standing ruthlessly in the center of the east side of the street, the pupils under the mask burst into a cruel grin, and their bodies are like two lofty mountains, completely blocking three or four The way of ten blood knife mercenaries.

"who?"

"Go away!"

"court death!"

"kill!"

The Blood Knife mercenaries frantically fleeing for their lives paused for a moment. Relying on the strength of their numbers, they waved their gleaming blades and rushed towards them like a tide, trying to escape in multiple ways. These people have different levels of strength. There are ordinary warriors who have never produced a vortex of fighting spirit, and there are also three-star masters. One of the six blood knife generals [Storm Lizard] Tony also hides among them, accumulating his own strength, and wants to take the opportunity to rush forward. past……

but--

"Hahaha, the wrath of the Taurus under the stars... [Giant Horn]!"

"The blade of God that judges evil... [Holy Sword Escaliba]!"

Under the starlight, two burly figures rushed towards the red-eyed blood knife mercenaries. Behind them appeared a huge and strong golden bull with its head bowed and a quaint giant sword that soared into the sky and went straight into the stars. The totem phantom, two completely different violent violent quantifications emerged, and two black streamers flashed instantly.

The next moment, the streamer disappeared.

The figures of Drogba and Pierce have appeared behind the crowd.

And all the figures rushing forward still maintained their previous postures, standing still in place.

Including the figure of [Hugging Lizard] Tony, he only had time to draw half of his long sword, and lost the opportunity to continue drawing his sword.

Their armor was shattered, their swords were shattered, their clothes were shattered, their helmets were shattered, their bones were shattered, their skulls were shattered, their chests were shattered... everything began to shatter.

To pieces!

Bloodlines stained the entire streets and alleys red. In such a scene, it was like being trampled and rushed by a huge monster, and it was also like being pierced by an invisible sharp sword. A series of armor and weapon shattered With the slight sound of crumbs falling to the ground, none of the blood knife mercenaries survived.

[Hum ha two sluts] Turning around, the two of them are very satisfied with the effect of their nirvana.

"The feeling of pretending to be a master is so cool! Hey, I killed twenty-five... Quanzhen~Li] Hahahaha, you have many!" Drogba counted the fallen corpses and shivered. .

"Your Majesty often teaches us that quantity is nothing, but quality is king. Take a closer look. There is a four-star earth-type fighting qi warrior who is lying under the holy sword. What should it be? It's..." Pierce rubbed his chin and retorted.

At this moment, a ripple appeared in the air.

Inzaghi's hurried figure poked out from the void, glanced at the densely packed corpses of blood knives, and three black lines flowed down his forehead: "Uh... Finished killing again? I'm late again!"

...

Boom boom boom boom boom—!

The last string of dense bowstring tremors stopped, and the breath of magic elements permeating the air finally faded.

In the streets and alleys on the south side of the Blood Knife headquarters, sixty or seventy human-shaped icicles and human-shaped coke are densely distributed in it. These poor Blood Knife mercenaries have no strength to struggle under the magic arrows of ice and fire. Next, holding the [Deadly Rose Battle Gate Bow], wearing exquisite magic leather armor and protecting her body like a Valkyrie, Irina's eyes did not have the slightest ripple. At this time, she is the absolute killer of the dark world. God, the powerful magic aura surging around her body began to hide. She stood still, closing her beautiful eyes, waiting for the next wave of blood knife mercenaries while recovering her magic power.

Inzaghi came running wildly, his body was soaked in sweat, and there was a trace of white mist. He almost fell down when he saw the scene in front of him: "Sister Yi Lianna, are you... so fast?"

...

"Hey, Fernando, let's discuss with you, can you hold back the next time? Let me also avenge those compatriots who died unjustly in the mine."

Looking at the dense blood knife mercenaries shot dead by Torres' lightning-like arrows all over the ground, the warden Oleg found that his [Corpse Qi Shockwave] was too slow to shoot, and often the energy had not had time to explode. He was dead, he felt like the most unlucky prostitute in the world, every time he arrived at orgasm before he could ejaculate, someone told him that the time was up, and if he wanted to have more fun, he would have to pay more...

"Okay!" Torres agreed.

At this time, there was another rush of footsteps in the distance, and a dozen blood knife mercenaries who were running for their lives rushed over with red eyes.

"Ahaha, look at my... accumulated corpse energy this time..."

Boom boom boom boom boom!

A series of rapid bowstring tremors sounded first, and the blood knife mercenaries on the opposite side fell to the ground like straw under a farmer's sickle.

The warden Oleg opened his mouth wide, and before he could utter the last word 'Bo', he opened his eyes wide and looked hurt at the blond boy Torres, with the urge to burst into tears.

Torres: "Ah? I'm sorry, I forgot, like the word His Majesty said... Well, conditioned reflex... Hehe, you know, when I see these guys, I feel angry and hurt, and I have an urge to draw a bow and shoot arrows... "

Oleg: "But, Fernando, you've said that six times."

Torres: "Ah, yeah? I promise it's the last time."

Oleg: "You have said that sentence four times."

At this time, Inzaghi, who came flying from a distance, was about to cry, leaning on his knees with both hands, panting heavily, sticking out his tired tongue: "Hoo hoo hoo... Your Majesty... Your Majesty has ...There is an order...boo...let you do your best...delay time...hehe, His Majesty is inside...there...some new discoveries...hehe, I'm exhausted..."

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The golden skeletal skeleton stood quietly on the spot, shining with streaks of golden light. It was obvious that this 'person' had been dead for thousands of years, and his armor and clothes had long since decayed in the long river of time.

However, Fei felt that it was like a towering and insurmountable huge mountain standing in front of his eyes, which made him unable to bear the urge to kneel down and worship.

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