"Don't say? That's it?"
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: "Frank Lampard, the Leo Saint of the Zodiac under the command of King Chambord, is ordered to kill!"
Shampoo King
At this time, the blood knife mercenaries finally understood the source of the disaster.
It turned out to be King Chambord
Really Shampoo King
"Everyone go up together... kill!"
[Earth Tiger] Cahill wanted to retreat, he stepped back slowly, waved his hands forward, and signaled his confidants behind him to rush up to the door, and he himself had already begun to calculate the escape route.
But, the next moment—make a fist.
With Lampard's punch as the center, a dazzling white spot of light bloomed in the night.
This is a spot of light that is as radiant as a thunderbolt, bursting with incredible light, the eyes of all the blood knife mercenaries only feel a sting, and then countless intricate but clearly visible rays of light like fishing nets are derived from this spot Broke 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, and they were surprised to find that their bodies seemed to have lost control. When they were surprised and inexplicable, suddenly, "Bang bang bang bang..."
There was a sound of dense fists hitting armor and weapons on the body, and everyone was stunned to find that shocking sunken fist marks appeared on each other's bodies out of thin air, as if being hit by invisible fists, the body began to transmit There was a series of crunching sounds of shattering bones, even [Land Tiger] Cahill was no exception.
Except for the two struggling figures who were knocked into the sack.
"Okay... good... so fast... the... punch... I... you..."
His eyes began to slacken, and then [Land 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. This is because the full speed is too fast, so fast Even his line of sight could no longer be caught. It was almost at the moment when the man in front of him finished punching, that everyone felt the feeling of being crushed 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, 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's not as simple as a surprise attack and beheading. The terrible Chambord King may have already made a more careful and terrifying plan.
Bang bang bang bang!
A blood mist exploded in the air.
The blood knife mercenary's body was shattered like a bomb, and the wall was 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.
"woo woo woo woo… "
There were terrified struggles and whimpers 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... have you finished killing? Oops, it's too late!"
"Hahahaha, this way doesn't work."
Under the faint starlight, [Huh Ha Er Bitch] has long summoned the star cloths of Capricornus and Taurus. Against the background of the jet-black sacred cloths, the two are like two gods of killing made of steel. Standing completely in the middle of the east side street, a cruel grin bloomed from the pupils under the mask, his body was like two towering peaks, completely blocking the way of thirty or forty blood knife mercenaries.
"who?"
"Go away!"
"court death!"
"kill!"
The Blood Knife mercenaries frantically fleeing for their lives paused, relying on the strength of their numbers, brandishing their flickering blades, they frantically rushed towards the two of 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 generals of the Blood Knife [Storm Lizard] Tony is also hidden in it, accumulating his own strength, and wants to take the opportunity to rush. past…
But—"Hahaha, the wrath of the Taurus under the stars... [Giant Horn]!"
"The God's Blade that judges evil... [Holy Sword Escaliba]!"
Under the starlight, two burly figures rushed towards the red-eyed blood knife mercenaries. Behind them appeared vaguely a huge and strong Taurus dashing with its head down and a simple 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 [Holding Lizard] Tony, he only had time to draw half of his long sword, and lost the opportunity to continue drawing his sword.
Their armor shattered, their swords shattered, their clothes shattered, their helmets shattered, their bones shattered, their skulls shattered, their chests shattered... everything began to shatter.
To pieces!
Bloodlines stained the entire streets and alleys red. Such a scene 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 armors and weapons Amidst the slight sound of debris 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.
"It feels so cool to pretend to be a master! Hey, I killed twenty-five...hahahaha, more than you!"
Drogba counted the fallen bodies on the ground and shivered.
"Your Majesty often taught us that quantity is nothing, but quality is king. Take a closer look, and there is a four-star mid-level earth fighting qi warrior among the bloody knives under the holy sword. It should be the sixth battle of the bloody knives what will the... ”
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 from his forehead: "Uh... finished killing again? I'm late again!"
Boom boom boom boom boom boom—the last string of dense bowstring tremors stopped, and the magical elemental breath permeating the air finally faded.
In the streets and alleys on the south side of the Blood Knife headquarters, sixty to seventy human-shaped icicles and human-shaped coke are densely distributed among them. These poor Blood Knife mercenaries have no strength to struggle under the magic arrows of ice and fire. The faint starlight Underneath, holding the [Deadly Rose Battle Gate Bow], wearing exquisite magic leather armor and protecting her body like a Valkyrie, there is no slight ripple in the eyes of Irina. At this time, she is absolutely in the dark world The God of Slaughter began to hide the powerful magical aura surging from her body. She stood still, closed her beautiful eyes, and waited for the next wave of blood knife mercenaries while recovering her magic power.
Inzaghi came running wildly, his whole 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 Yilena, are you... so fast?"
"Hey, Fernando, let's discuss with you, can you hold back next time? Let me avenge those compatriots who died unjustly in the mine." The blood knife mercenary shot by arrows, the warden Oleg found that his [Corpse Qi Shockwave] was too slow, and often the enemy was dead before the energy broke out. He felt that he was just like He is the most unlucky prostitute in the world. Every time he reaches the climax and before he can ejaculate, someone tells him that the time is up and he needs to pay more if he wants to feel better...
"good!"
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 me this time... the corpse energy is shaking..."
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, it's 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 his hands, gasping for breath, sticking out his tired tongue: "Hoo hoo hoo... Your Majesty... Your Majesty has... You have an order ... Huh... let you try your best to delay time... Huh, Your Majesty is inside... There are... new discoveries... Huh, I'm exhausted... "
The golden skeletal skeleton stood quietly on the spot, bursting with golden light. Obviously, this 'person' had been dead for thousands of years, and the armor and clothes on his body had long been 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.