Hail the King

Chapter 303, I am late again?

"Don't say? Is that true?" Under the dark shadows of the streets and the faint starlight of the sky, the figure backhand slowly pulled out the giant sword behind it: "The shrine of the sacred 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.

It turned out to be the shampoo king?

Really shampoo king?

"Everyone goes together...kill!" [Land Tiger] Cahill retired, his steps slowly receded, his hands waving forward, indicating that the ventral door behind him swarmed, and he himself began to calculate the escape. The route is gone.

But the next moment -

make a fist.

Centered on Lampard’s fist, a streaked white light bursts through the night.

This is the light that shines in general, and the incredible light blooms. All the blood knife mercenaries’ eyes only feel a sting, and then the light spots are derived from countless intricate but clearly visible fish nets. Broken the boundless darkness.

Lightning speed speed punch!

The blood knife mercenaries only felt that the flowers in front of them disappeared.

All the people stood still in silence, and they were surprised to find that their bodies seemed to have lost control. When they were surprised and inexplicably, suddenly, "hey..." a dense fist hit the body armor. The sound of the weapons came, and everyone was stunned and stunned and found that each other’s bodies appeared in a shocking depression. It was like being hit by an invisible fist, and the body began to spread a series of broken bones. The sound of crisp sound, even the [land tiger] Cahill is no exception.

Only the two figures that were struggling in the sack were excluded.

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

The eyes began to scatter, [Land Tiger] Cahill realized that the sinuous light that bloomed in the night just turned out to be the trajectory of the opponent’s fist road. This is that the full speed is too fast, coming soon. Even his sights could no longer be captured. It was almost time for the man to punch out, and the talents felt the feeling of boxing that was full of terror.

Such a fist can't be avoided at all.

What kind of strength is this kind of boxing?

And such strength, placed in the blood knife mercenary group, will definitely not be worse than the regiment, but such a person, even willingly listen to the shouting of the shampoo king...

How terrible is the strength of the shampoo?

At this time, the breath of life gradually drifted away, and the dying squadron Cahill finally realized what kind of enemy the blood knife mercenary group had provoked, and he also understood that tonight, It’s not so simple to attack the dagger. The terrible shampoo king may have set a more horrible plan. The blood knife mercenary group is top-down, don’t want to escape one.

Hey!

A cloud of blood bursts in the air.

The blood knife mercenary's body is broken like a bomb, and the broken bones and broken internal organs are stained with red walls. The terrible scene is due to Lampard's [Lightning Lightspeed] punching into the mercenaries. Huge punches destroyed every part of the whole body, and then directly blew their **.

There is no dead body.

"Oh..." The horrible struggle and whimper came from the sacks that fell on the ground.

Lampard turned and looked and frowned.

Just then, a flying figure flashed, and I saw a scene in the street, and stayed: "Oh... it’s already finished? Oops, it’s late!"

......

"Ha ha ha ha, this road does not work."

Under the faint starlight, [hip-hop two scorpions] have long summoned the star sacred clothes of Capricorn and Taurus, under the backdrop of the black sacred sacred clothes, the two are like the gods of killing made by two steels, cold. Standing in the center of the east side of the street, the cruel smirk bursts out in the pupil under the mask. The body is like two mountain peaks, completely blocking the way of the thirty-four blood knife mercenaries.

"who?"

"Get out!"

"court death!"

"kill!"

The blood knife mercenary who ran wildly escaped, and screamed at the crowds, wielding the blade of the flashing cold, the tide generally rushed to the two, hoping to escape. These people have different levels of strength. There are ordinary warriors who have never produced a whirlpool of anger, and there are also three-star small masters. One of the six major battlers of the blood knives, the savage lizard, is also invisible, accumulating his own strength and wanting to take the opportunity. past……

but--

"Ha ha ha, the anger of Taurus under the stars... [Giant horn]!"

"Judge the sinful God's Blade... [Sword of Escaliba]!"

The two burly figures under the starlight rushed to the red-knowled blood knife mercenaries, and behind them they vaguely appeared a huge strong spur of the sprint and a savage giant sword that went straight into the stars. The totem phantom, two distinct violent violence quantified, two black streamers flashed instantly.

The next moment, the streamer disappeared.

Drogba and Pierce have appeared behind the crowd.

And all the forward shadows, still maintain the previous posture, standing still.

Including the "Hug Lizard" Tony's figure, his long sword only had time to pull out half, and lost the opportunity to continue to draw the sword.

Their armor smashed, the sword smashed, the clothes smashed, the helmet shattered, the bones shattered, the head smashed, the chest smashed... everything started to smash.

Powdered bones!

The blood line was stained all over the street, and the scene was like being trampled by a huge, unmatched monster, and it was like wearing an invisible sword, wearing a series of armor and weapons. In the micro-sound on the ground, all the blood knife mercenaries did not have a mouth.

[Hip-Hop two people] turned back and the two were very satisfied with the effect of their own killing skills.

"It feels so good to pretend to be a master! Hey, I killed twenty-five...hahahaha, more than you!" Drogba counted the bodies that fell on the ground and got up.

"Your Majesty often teaches us that the quantity is nothing, the quality is the king. You take a closer look. In the **** knife under the holy sword, there is a four-star middle-class soil warrior, which should be the six battles of the blood knife. What will be..." Pierce touched his chin and retorted his lips.

Just then, there was a ripple in the air.

Inzaghi’s hurried figure came out of the void and looked at the dense bloodstained body. Three black lines flowed on his forehead: “Hey...and it’s finished? I’m late again!”

......

Hey -!

The last string of dense bowstring tremors stopped, and the magical elements that permeated the air finally faded.

Among the streets on the south side of the Blood Knife Headquarters, sixty or seventy humanoid icicles and human coke are densely distributed. These poor blood knife mercenaries are not struggling under the magical arrows of the ice and fire, a faint starlight. Under the hand, holding the [Fatal Rose Battle Gate Bow], there is no slightest embarrassment in the eyes of the beautiful magical leather armor like the fighting female Valkyrie. At this time, she is absolutely in the dark world. The **** of killing, the powerful magical scent of her body began to hide. She stood still, closed her beautiful eyes, and resumed the magic while waiting for the next wave of blood knife mercenaries.

Inzaghi rushed to the ground, and the whole body had been thoroughly cooked by sweat. He braved a trace of white mist and saw a scene in front of him almost fell: "Sister Elena, you... so fast?"

......

"Hey, Fernando, and you talk about it, can you hold back the next time? Let me also be able to avenge the compatriots who died in the mine."

Looking at the blood knife mercenaries shot by the Torres lightning bolts, the prison officer Oleg found that his shot speed was too slow, and often the strength had not yet broken out, the enemy It just died, he felt that he was like the most unlucky hacker in the world. Every time he had just arrived, he had not had time to shoot it. Someone told him that time is coming. If you want to be cool, you will have to add money...

"Good!" Torres agreed.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps in the distance, and more than a dozen blood knife mercenaries who fled their lives rushed over.

"Ah, haha, look at me this time... the corpse is turbulent..."

Hey!

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

The warden Oleg grew his mouth. The last word of 'wave' had not come out and shouted. He looked at the blond boy Torres with his eyes wide and hurt. There was a tearful impulse.

Torres: "Ah? Sorry, forgot, like the word that you are kneeling down... Well, conditioning... Hey, you know, when I saw these guys, I was angry and hurt, there was an impulse to pull the bow and shoot. ......"

Oleg: "But Fernando, you have said this six times."

Torres: "Ah, is it? I promise this is the last time."

Oleg: "You have already said this four times."

At this time, Inzaghi, who was coming from afar, was about to cry. He rubbed his hands on his knees and gasped with a big mouth. The tired tongue stretched out: "Wh...what...hey...there is ... there is a command... call... let you try to... delay the time... scream, squat in it... there are... new discoveries... call, exhausted me..."

......

......

The golden skeleton stood quietly in the same place, blooming with golden light. Obviously, this ‘man’ has been dead for thousands of years, and his armor and clothing have long been decaying in the long river of years.

However, Sun Fei felt like a huge mountain that could not be climbed and stood in front of his own eyes, so that he could not help but have an impulsive impulse.

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