"Cancel Qi and Underworld Wave"

Time walks, the space is solemn. Dismusk, who is leaping up, touches a person's forehead with his fingers. At that moment, time and space seem to be stagnant. Until the whole body turns over and touches the ground with the airflow, and finally becomes recessed into the ground of the cement road, the feeling of time and space lag is barely gone.

Dismusk knelt on the ground alone, on the horizon, his fingers touched the unscrupulous soul light flying there, a dark blue figure lying quietly in the mud, with the touching blue light on his forehead.

"Crack...Crack" It was the sound of the ice breaking.

While the green light was flourishing, during the last moment of falling, Dismusk hurriedly raised his other hand and hurriedly set up seven crystal walls in front of him. At the moment he landed, the holy sword from Capricorn broke through the air, like a long rainbow and sunset, covering the sky.

The sound of "Thorny, thorny" was endless, until the blue sword light broke through the seven crystal walls in succession, and finally stayed under a little golden light. The blade's will was still brave enough to move forward, breaking the power of the wind and killing energy had no intention of weakening.

Dismusk frowned layer by layer, stretched out his fingers and cut out the seven crystal walls. The Cancer man snorted lightly, and his fingertips were full of golden light. The vast sea was full of momentum, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and the sword light was swallowed and annihilated like a sea dragon spitting out water. However, under the wide back, the Cancer nebula flashed away.

Dismusk stretched back his fingers to the wall and looked at it intently. A slight wound was scratched from his fingertips. As the golden light retreated, the slight wounds were about to merge, and a drop of bright red slowly squeezed out from the wound.

Looking at the drop of bright red steaming slowly in the flames, jumping over his fingers to see Shura's neat golden holy clothes. Dismusk said in a deep voice, "The holy sword, what a domineering swordsman! The golden holy saint of the Agore... Shura, the famous sage."

"The accumulation of corpse energy... a mystery that shakes time and space. If there is apart from the Pope in the twelve palaces, and the best in space science, is Shaka." The poker face rarely squeezed out a smile.

"Your swordsmanship wants his life! Does Kamiao just want a corpse?" Dismusk stood up and said.

Shura shook her head and said, "Kamu just wants Krypton's genetic technology, and life and death have no meaning to him."

"Tsk" Dismusk rolled his eyes.

Shura pursed her lips and continued, "But I have to admit that this guy's physical fitness has surpassed my understanding. During the battle in the air... the exca1ibur holy sword clearly slashed on him, but he was not hurt."

"What?!" Dismusk said in surprise. He had just felt the domineering of the "Holy Sword". This guy was not only fast, but his body was still so hard. Could it be that Shura's sword intent had not arrived? He couldn't help but think of Artoria. The holy sword in the king's hand was the real sword.

The east coast of the island of the fallen island, near the entrance of Kyoto.

The "Galaxy Arena" project sponsored by the Gula Society Consortium has been completed, and the publicity ceremony is in full swing.

Over the past year, the Gula Society Consortium has been wandering in storms and has also brought constant shocks to the political circle of the island. Since the death of the consortium's helmsman Thirteen years ago, the successor was taken over by the master of the "King of Fighters" contest. During this turbulent period, he played a mainstay role. After more than ten years of hard work, he led the consortium to usher in a new century with a stable development trend. However, recently, the leader of the capital giant enterprise suddenly resigned as chairman. Before people could react, the consortium announced that the next helm was a 16-year-old girl... Saori Toru.

The political circle was shocked that some politicians may have less strong support, such as the Tokyo Police Department; the military circle was upset, and some steel suit projects may have less capital injection.

On a Kyoto overpass, a black car shuttled through the city.

In the car, the owner was wearing a tuxedo family butler in the driving position. At this moment, he was talking nonstop, "Miss, are you really the goddess Athena?"

The girl sitting in the back seat was wearing a student outfit, with her black pleated skirt revealing her porcelain-like calves, brown socks, and bright black leather shoes. She was dressed very cutely.

The purple breeze was gently blowing outside the window. She stared blankly outside the overpass, and the sea and sky intersected in the distance.

"Miss, Miss Saori, are you listening?"

The girl's eyes moved slightly, she withdrew her vision outside the window, opened her mouth slightly and then came to her senses.

When he saw the naturally stupid girl through the mirror of the car, Chen's eyes twitched. It was unimaginable how the lady who claimed to be the goddess Athena retreated from Zhen Yuanzhai, the ruler of the Castle House family. But now her cute appearance is completely different.

"Miss, you are sixteen years old this year... It's time to have the awareness of an adult, you are really Athens..."

"You...you have asked me eighteen times today, Chen Yi!" Miss Saori curled her mouth and interrupted angrily.

"Okay, okay, Miss." Chen begged for mercy.

"I...I don't know what's going on. At that moment, I felt very humiliated and angry, and then... I felt very warm, a kind of warmth." Saori's eyes floated into the distance again as she described it. At this moment, she was also confused.

"Miss, maybe this is your fate in the dark." Chen had pondered for a moment and Nan Nan said.

"Fate?!" Saori chewed repeatedly.

With a loud "boom", a violent explosion of fireworks rose from Chen Yi's car, which scared the master who claimed to be a master of kendo and almost stepped on the brakes to the accelerator.

"Ah!" Saori's scream came from the back seat, and she looked forward with her big eyes open in horror.

Chen had already stopped the car, and a sword blade in front of the front of the car slowly disappeared and turned into stars. He stared at the disappearing sword blade with a heavy breath, and he hurriedly turned his head and asked, "Miss, are you okay?"

Tatsuki Saori kept staring ahead, and he hurriedly called out a few times.

Saori's whole body shook, she swallowed gently, and said softly, "They are here."

"Who?!" Chen followed the girl's gaze and turned his head to look into the distance in front of the car. At this moment, there were no signs of the car on the bustling bridge deck. In the distance with the fire burning in front, five bronze armored soldiers lined up, dividing the bridge deck into two.

Wearing a bronze chain mail, a white coat, an owl with a winged hood embroidered on his chest, a hooded hood, buried his face deeply in the darkness, holding a big sword in his hand, the sharp and cold sword light reflected a coldness under the sunlight.

"Under the Goddess's command! Athena Legion... The Paladin Order under the left wing command of the Cancer Palace Corps, the Silver Saint Seiya, Lord Mesdi."
Chapter completed!