Chapter 1124: Lion's Fangs

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Why is the silly boy focusing differently from others?
Russell whispered in his heart, disdainful: "rare and strange, Ai E is not small ..."
"Ahhhhhh!"
Ai'e held her fist and coughed desperately, her eyes twitched and looked at Russell: "Sun God, pay attention to your words, even if it is for your own majesty, you should be more mature."
"Okay, listen to my mother, mature more solemnly."
Russell crossed his hands under the nose, leaned forward, his head was slightly lower, his eyes were staring at Perseus, and his exposed eyes flashed coldly.
Darkness descended on the Temple of the Sun God, reflecting Russell's light and shadow, generally bright, half dark.
A killing spirit lingered around, and Ai swallowed subconsciously, which should be the secret way. This is the true gesture of God.
It's cold, and there's a snack jump.
"Perseus!"
Russell's voice was low and slow, carrying a strong sense of oppression and shocking, slowly drifting across the empty hall: "rare and strange, Ai E also has no small tintin."
Ai E: (? Benefit?)
She didn't say anything, and told herself not to be fooled. There are various reasons for the rapid heartbeat, such as anger.
"Big brother, Ai E is a goddess. It is normal without Xiao Dingding, but this guy is obviously a man. Why doesn't he?"
Facing Russell's oppressive momentum, Perseus was unmoved and had a deep obsession with his replica.
"Well, your child is out of school, and he knows that there is a difference between men and women ..."
Russell broke the power in a second, and the momentum of the creation disappeared. Then he remembered that Perseus was a family member. After such a long time, no matter whether he should know, the princess would let him know.
"Well, that's all for Ae and Tintin. Defeat this man in the golden suit of Leo and you can become a saint."
Russell said, rolling up Perseus and the replica and sending them to the Lion Palace.
"Wait!"
Perseus struggled hard. After being released by Russell, he trot away from the Temple of the Sun, returned a moment later, and put the silverscale breastplate thrown on him.
"..."
Russell scratched his head without saying a word, or if he knew that Perseus had a bad brain, he could be sure that he was the son of Zeus by his shameless vigor.
The golden light flickered, and with a full-fledged howl, Perseus and the replica were thrown by Russell into the Lion House in the Fifth House.
The replica was wearing a golden Leo suit of Leo. When it landed, it slightly bent its knees and swept by the breeze, calmly unloading its strength.
Perseus couldn't do it. With his face on the ground, he shouted for a few times and bumped into a solid wall before being forced to stop.
He got up, glanced at the empty Lion's Palace, and fixed his gaze on the replica.
With feather shoes, silver-scale breastplates, bronze shields, and the Excalibur ‘Heppar’, Perseus quickly took out his equipment, changed his silly smiley face, and calmly coped with the next battle.
Copying words like gold, or the five senses are furnishings, without the ability to speak. He pointed his right hand at Perseus, who raised his sword, and slowly opened his five fingers.
Suddenly, the dazzling golden light flickered, and numerous gorgeous light beams radiated straight from the five fingers.
Just like the fireworks burst into the sky at night, the power of terror burst out suddenly, countless lights weaved into a web, and flashed continuously around Perseus.
Almost at the moment when the replica waved his fist, the silver-scale breastplate of Perseus squeaked and wailed, and every time a beam of light passed, a gap cracked in the armor.
With a click, a broken piece of armor flew across the sky, and the light beams were interspersed into powdery powder.
Perseus didn't even resist it. He spit out blood, and flew into the stone wall behind him uncontrollably, pierced through three walls continuously, and was buried in a ruin.
Too fast, I didn't see anything.
He only felt that when the replica opened his five fingers, the lion palace suddenly fell into darkness, a large golden hand opened in front of him, and his limbs were bombarded countless times by countless lights and shadows.
...
"Well, this brother is a bit vulnerable!"
Russell sat in the Temple of the Sun and watched the live broadcast. When Ai E heard the words of glee and joy, he shook his head with a sigh. With such an unscrupulous Lord God, the future saints struggled to survive.
"Russell, you are too heavy. Even if you don't want Perseus to be a saint, you shouldn't beat him to death."
Ai E is persuasive and persuasive, and she has no taboos. Perseus's simple temperament makes it difficult to hate it.
"You misunderstood. It wasn't me who started, but the golden garment of Leo."
"Sacred clothing has its own life?" Ai E said in surprise.
"Let's call it life. It's like a sprite born naturally. The holy clothing is forged by the world. Although it is just a cold weapon, it also has its own likes and dislikes, so they will choose the saints themselves."
Russell explained: "I can designate some people as saints, but because of incompatibility, these saints cannot exert all the power of the saints ..."
"For example, you are also dressed in the golden robe of the constellation Ophiuchus. When you encounter a genuine parallel import product, you will only be beaten to find teeth."
Ai E: (? _?)
She was so tired that she couldn't beat her, otherwise she would have sewed Russell's mouth up.
"If the genuine Sagittarius saint meets Hades, can he win?"
Thinking of being held in place by Hades the other day, unable to exert the ability of the Serpent's Cloak, Ai E felt a little guilty.
"do not know."
"why?"
"Because there is something called a" miracle "in the world that can make the impossible possible."
Russell said this in his mouth, and he didn't believe it very much. The miracle was a miracle because it never existed.
Ai E didn't know Russell's thoughts, secretly nodded and drank this bowl of chicken broth, and continued to watch Perseus be hammered.
...
boom! boom! boom! !!
Countless lights and flashes continued, and Perseus flew upside down again, cutting through three walls.
He stood up with swords and dropped a bronze shield that was broken beyond repair.
All two armors were damaged. He only had feather shoes and Excalibur 'Hepar' on his body. The feather shoes were very fast, but he couldn't escape the extreme light. The same was true for Excalibur. No sharp weapon could be encountered The other party is just talking.
Blood ran down his cheeks, reflecting Perseus' eyes, making everything in his eyes bright red.
Only the replica, Jin Cancan's cloak of Leo spread out, making people subconsciously associate the lion with anger and growl, exposing his fangs.
With blood flowing to his mouth, Perseus licked subconsciously, looking at the Leo Cloth on the opposite side, his eyes filled with longing.
Want!
Excessive blood loss, everything was quiet in Perseus' ear, except the sound of a throbbing heart.
Not weakness, his heartbeat was strong and powerful, constantly accelerating, faster and faster.
This feeling Perseus had once before, when climbing the stone steps, because of dissatisfaction with conviction, the potential of bloodline broke out, breaking through his own bottleneck, a big step forward.
Perseus couldn't think of so much. He only knew that the enemy was very powerful, and it was almost impossible to conquer it, but after being beaten with so many punches, he was unwilling to give up.
At least one punch is required to go back, otherwise the food will not taste good.
He took a deep breath, dropped the Excalibur Hepar, the balance sword in his hand, and yelled at the replica, rushing up with his fists in both hands.
"My brother couldn't bear to hit me !!"
Stepping on the ground, the cracks spread out instantly, and Perseus sprinted quickly, rolling into the wind, and rushed to the front of the replica with lightning-quick agility.
With his eyes open, he locked the half face of the replica covered by darkness, his face was filled with rage.
Ignoring Xiaojiazi's declaration, Perseus's momentum is remarkable.
Huh! !!
The replica opened his hands, and the dense light bloomed enveloped Perseus, and every time the light beam passed, it sent out a shock of energy.
Huh! Huh! Huh!嘭
Perseus raised his arms to protect his head. He was beaten at 360 degrees without any dead ends. This time he clearly sensed that the so-called light was actually a fist.
Because the speed is too fast, the illusion of being surrounded by light is created.
The boxer's enthusiasm fell wildly, and between the phantoms, the air was crushed by rough cutting, the torrents were crisscrossed crisscross, and a ditch of swords was cut across the surrounding ground.
Perseus' blood was cracked, and he soon became a shadowy figure.
For a short while, it was like a century to him. After the glorious brilliance faded, and the shadows of Mantianquan disappeared, he stood standing still.
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He turned around in front of him, and saw the close-up copy, bursting out his last power, roaring and fisting, right in the middle of his cheek with a helmet.
With a punch, the two passed by, and Perseus rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
The replica turned around and wiped the traces of blood on the fist's cloak, staring silently at Perseus, who was lying on the ground.
The golden light flashed, the cloak disintegrated, regrouped into a golden lion, and stood by Perseus.
Laughed by Perseus, the copy without Tintin quickly rotted, turned into a black water, and withered into the ground crack.
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"Aren't you going to save him?"
Ai E surprisedly looked at Russell with a calm face. Perseus had lost too much blood, and he could kick his legs at any time.
No, that punch exhausted Perseus's last strength, and he couldn't do anything with his legs before he died.
You only see him losing too much blood, but you don't see him going off again!
Russell pinched his lips: "Zeus' son wants to die so easily. He fell asleep, and I'll stop for a while."
After speaking, he felt a bit of emotion toward the east of the sanctuary. Hundreds of men, women, and children, mighty, or rich children, or ragged clothes, formed a large army.
"How many people here can get sanctified clothing, one or two?"
Russell touched his chin and couldn't help expecting something. He thought about it and said, "Ai E, do you think the 13 suits are missing? Since there are gold saints, then silver and bronze, it's not too much. ? "