"Don't you say it?" Under the slightly gloomy shadows of the streets and the faint starlight in the sky, the figure slowly pulled out the giant sword behind his backhand: "Frank Lampard, the Leo Saint Seiya of the Zodiac under the command of King Chambord, is ordered to kill!"

King Chambord?

At this time, the Blood Knife mercenaries finally understood the source of the disaster.

It turned out to be the King of Chambord?

Is it really the King of Chambord?

"Let's go to the ...... Kill!" Cahill retreated, his steps slowly retreating, waving his hands forward, signaling his henchmen behind him to rush up, and he himself had already begun to calculate the route he could escape.

But, in the next moment-

Fist.

With Frank Lampard's punch at the centre, a blinding white point of light bloomed in the night.

This is a thunderbolt-like point of light, blooming with incredible light, and the eyes of all the Blood Knife mercenaries only feel a tingle, and then on top of this point of light there are countless intricate but clearly visible rays of light like fishing nets, cutting through the boundless darkness.

Lightning!

The Blood Knife mercenaries only felt a flower in front of them, and the figure in front of them disappeared.

All the people stood quietly in place, they were surprised to find that their bodies seemed to be out of control, just when they were surprised inexplicably, suddenly, "......bang bang" A dense sound of fists hitting the body armor and weapons came, everyone was dumbfounded and found that each other's bodies appeared out of thin air a shocking depression fist prints, as if they were hit by an invisible fist, and the body began to make a series of crisp sounds of bone breaking, even [Earth Tiger] Cahill is no exception.

Except for the two figures who were struggling between the sacks.

"Good...... Good...... So fast...... Target...... Fist...... I...... You ......"

His eyes began to drift, and [Earth Tiger] Cahill realized that the thunderbolt-like light that bloomed in the dark night just now turned out to be the trajectory of the opponent's fist, which was too fast at full speed, so fast that even his sight could not catch it, so fast that when the man in front of him finished punching, everyone felt the feeling of the fist containing terrifying power to shatter their bodies.

Such a punch is simply impossible to dodge.

What level of strength is such a punch?

And this kind of strength, if placed in the Blood Knife mercenary group, will definitely not be worse than the regiment leader, but such a character is willing to obey the drive of King Chambord......

How terrible is the strength of the Chambord people?

At this time, the breath of life gradually faded away, and the dying [Earth Tiger] Cahill finally understood what kind of enemy the Blood Knife Mercenary Group had provoked, and he also understood that tonight's matter was by no means as simple as a surprise attack and decapitation, and the terrible Chambord King had already set a more elaborate and terrible plan, and the Blood Knife Mercenary Group was from top to bottom, don't want to escape one.

Bang bang!

A mist of blood burst through the air.

The body of the Blood Knife mercenary was shattered like **, bone chips and broken internal organs stained the walls red, and the terrible scene was due to Lampard's [Lightning Light Speed Fist] fist power blasted into the mercenaries' bodies, and the huge fist power destroyed every life on their bodies, and then directly exploded their flesh.

There are no dead bodies.

"Woo woo woo woo ......" There was a frightened struggle and whimpering sound from the sack that fell to the ground.

Lampard turned to look and frowned.

At this moment, a rushing figure flashed, saw a scene in the alley, and froze: "Uh...... It's already done, it's too late!"

......

"Hahahaha, this road doesn't work. ”

Under the faint starlight, [Hum Ha Two Sluts] had already summoned the star holy clothes of Capricorn and Taurus, and under the backdrop of the dark divine holy clothes, the two of them were like two gods of killing made of steel, standing coldly in the middle of the street on the east side, the pupils under the mask bloomed with a cruel smile, and their bodies were like two towering peaks, completely blocking the way of thirty or forty blood knife mercenaries.

"Who?"

"Get out of here!"

"Look for death!"

"Kill!"

The Blood Knife mercenary who was frantically fleeing for his life paused, relying on the strength of the crowd, wielding the blade of flickering cold light, and frantically pounced on the two of them like a tide, wanting to escape in many ways. These people have uneven levels of strength, ranging from ordinary warriors who have never produced a whirlpool of fighting spirit, to three-star masters, and [Tyrannical Lizard] Tony, one of the six great generals of the Blood Knife, is also hidden in it, accumulating his own strength, wanting to take the opportunity to rush over......

But—

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

"The Blade of the God of Judgment for Sin...... [Holy Sword Escariba]!"

The two burly figures under the starlight rushed towards the red-eyed blood knife mercenaries, and behind them vaguely appeared a huge strong golden bull with a low head and a simple giant sword totem phantom that rose into the sky and straight into the stars, two completely different waves of violent quantification appeared, and two black streamers flashed instantly.

The next moment, the streamer disappeared.

Drogba and Pierce have already appeared behind the crowd.

And all the figures who rushed forward still maintained their previous posture at this time, standing still in place.

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

Their armor shattered, their swords shattered, their clothes shattered, their helmets shattered, their bones shattered, their heads shattered, their chests shattered...... Everything began to shatter.

Pieces!

The bloodline stained the entire alley red, and it was as if they had been trampled and rammed by a huge and incomparable monster, and as if they had been pierced by an invisible sword, and in the faint sound of a series of armor and weapon debris falling to the ground, none of the bloody mercenaries survived.

[Hum Ha two sluts] turned around, and both of them were very satisfied with the effect of their special moves.

"It's so cool to pretend to be a master! Hey, I killed twenty-five...... Haha, more than you!" Drogba counted the bodies that had fallen on the ground, and he froze.

"Your Majesty often teaches us, quantity is nothing, quality is king, you take a closer look, among the blood knife fragments that fell under the holy sword, there is a four-star middle-level earth-based fighting spirit warrior, it should be the six great generals of the blood knife or something......" Pierce touched his chin and sneered.

At that moment, a ripple rippled in the air.

Inzaghi's hurried figure poked out of the void, glanced at the dense corpse of the bloody knife, and three black lines flowed on his forehead: "Uh...... I'm late again!"

......

Bang Bang ——!

The trembling sound of the last string of dense bowstrings stopped, and the aura of magical elements that permeated the air finally faded.

In the streets and alleys on the south side of the Blood Knife Headquarters, sixty or seventy humanoid icicles and humanoid coke were densely distributed among them, and these poor Blood Knife mercenaries did not have the slightest strength to struggle under the magic arrows of ice and fire, and under the faint starlight, they held the [Deadly Rose Battle Gate Bow] , A beautiful magic leather armor to protect herself like a battle Valkyrie, there was not the slightest ripple in Yelena's eyes, at this time she was the absolute god of killing in the dark world, and the surging powerful magic aura on her body began to hide, she stood still in place, closed her beautiful eyes, and while recovering her magic power, she waited for the arrival of the next wave of blood knife mercenaries.

Inzaghi rushed wildly, his whole body was already soaked in sweat, and he was in a trace of white mist, and he almost fell down when he saw the scene in front of him: "Sister Yelena, you ...... Also so fast?"

......

"Hey, Fernando, I'll talk to you, will you be able to hold back next time, so that I can also avenge those people who died unjustly in the mines."

Looking at the blood knife mercenaries who were shot by Torres's lightning-like arrows all over the ground, the warden Oleg found that his [Corpse Qi Shock Wave] was too slow, and often before the strength could explode, the enemy would die, and he felt that he was simply like the most unlucky prostitute in the world, every time he had just arrived at ** and had not had time to shoot out, someone told him that the time was up, and if he wanted to be cool, he had to add money......

"Good!" Torres agreed.

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

"Ahaha, look at my ...... this time The corpse qi concussion ......"

Boom boom!

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

The warden Oleg grew his mouth, and before he could shout the last word 'wave', he looked at the blonde boy Torres with wide eyes and hurt, and felt the urge to burst into tears.

Torres: "Ahh......h Well, conditioning...... Hehe, you know, as soon as I see these guys, I get angry and have an urge to draw my bow and shoot arrows......"

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

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

Oleg: "You've said this four times. ”

At this time, Inzaghi, who was rushing from a distance, was about to cry, holding his knees with his hands, panting heavily, and his tired tongue sticking out: "Huhu...... Call...... Your Majesty...... Your Majesty has...... There is an order...... Call...... Let you try to ...... Procrastination...... Whew, Your Majesty is inside...... Yes...... There are new discoveries...... Whew, I'm exhausted......"

......

......

The golden skeleton stood quietly in place, blooming with golden light, obviously this 'man' had been dead for thousands of years, and the armor and clothes on his body had long since decayed in the long river of time.

But Sun Fei felt like a huge mountain peak that could not be climbed standing in front of him, and he couldn't help but have an urge to kneel and worship in his heart.

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