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The man yelled, he closed his eyes, growled, and then rushed towards the dark Saint Seiya inside the gate of the city hall.

At this moment, he was desperate, he had given up his life.

Looking at the man rushing up with the miner's pickaxe, the look of the dark saints was full of mockery. An ordinary person, who dare to rebel against them with a miner's pick? They are the dark saint fighters, and this little miner's pickaxe can't even hurt them.

In the face of ordinary people's attacks, they do not need to dodge at all. At this moment, all the dark saints think so. Facing the men who rushed over, none of them made any defensive gestures at all.

However, the next moment, the man rushed in, he rushed in front of a dark saint, and then the miner's pick in his hand was slammed down hard, and hit the dark saint in front of him, and then the miner's pick smashed through the dark The Saint's helmet directly penetrated his head.

In front of this ordinary miner's pickaxe, the dark cloak on the dark saint's body seemed to be fragile even with pieces of paper.

Blood spattered, the dark Saint Seiya who was still arrogant at the moment, fell to the feet of the man, and was killed by a pick.

Blood splattered on the man's face. The poor man trembled. He opened his eyes. The scene before his eyes made him stunned.

He is not dead. The dead is the dark saint fighter. He really killed the enemy! At this moment, the man trembled, and his mind went blank. He didn't know what happened.

More than this poor man. Watching his companion killed, at this moment, in the city hall, all the dark saints' faces were ugly to the extreme. They looked at the man and the corpses on the ground with incredible eyes, and there was even some horror in their expressions.

why? ! Why can an ordinary ordinary person, holding an ordinary miner's pickaxe, actually kill the Dark Saint Seiya? !

"Kill him!" Suddenly encountered such a weird situation, the dark saints were shocked. But soon, reacting from the shock, the nearby Dark Saints were all furious. They growled and rushed towards the poor man, trying to kill him.

The speed of the Dark Saint Warrior is so fast. Of course this poor man can't even see the movement of the Dark Saint Warrior. However, when these dark saints rushed up, the poor man just screamed in horror, and he waved wildly with the miner's pick in his hand.

But the incredible scene happened again. The poor man just waved the miner's pickaxe randomly, but his miner's picket seemed to be a spiritual artifact. Those dark saints who rushed up seemed to hit their miners' picks with their heads.

Soon, around this poor man, there were several more bodies belonging to the dark Saint Seiya. All of them were smashed through the head by the miners pickaxe. He fell to the ground, his eyes wide, and he looked dead.

Seeing this scene, this time, the remaining dark saints all took a breath of air. If the first time was just a coincidence, then what the **** is this time? !

At this moment, the eyes of the poor man and the miner's pick in his hand changed completely.

The poor man himself was shocked.

He stared blankly at the miner's pick in his hand, feeling inexplicable. A thought came up in his mind, "Is the miner **** helping him?!"

Because he usually works hard in the mine, the miner **** heard his prayer and injected divine power into this miner's pick? ! At this moment, the poor man's tiny brain could only come up with such a possibility.

"This... what the **** is going on?!" The dark saints, watching the poor man's gaze had completely changed. And some of the dark saint fighters couldn't help looking at Yavid. At this moment, Yavid's expression on the roof was ugly.

Different from the previous arrogance and freehand brushwork, at this moment, his expression was very dignified. His gaze looked down on the city hall, his gaze patrolled, he seemed to be looking for something. But even with his strength, he still can't find anything wrong.

"Have such a skill, but hide his head and hide his head, are you not afraid of being ridiculed?!" standing on the top of the building, Yavid shouted loudly.

Hearing Yavid's words, this time, the dark Saint Warriors naturally awakened on the spot. What is really powerful is not this poor worker, but behind this worker, a master is secretly shooting to help him!

At this thought, the dark saint fighters are all like enemies!

Their eyes are all subconsciously searching around. It is a pity that no matter how they search, they can't find any clues.

"There is such a skill, and it's up to me. Is it the people of the Holy Land? No, the Holy Land should now be overwhelmed by the matter of the Pluto Army. It is impossible to have extra manpower to deal with me. Is it the other masters passing by this place? Or is it behind Venice..." In Yavid's mind, countless thoughts kept flashing.

But just as Yavid and the dark saints were facing enemies, the poor man holding the miner's pick, trembling, but once again courageous, he yelled, and actually wanted to Once rushed towards the dark saint fighters.

But this time, in the ear of this poor man, a playful laughter sounded, "Why, it swelled. Do you think that with the help of your **** of miners, you can single out so many dark saints ?"

Along with this playful laughter, a figure appeared silently out of thin air in front of this poor man.

This figure is tall and handsome, wearing a robe and gown from the ancient Eastern world on his body. On his back, he carried a huge box wrapped in white cloth. The poor man rushed up, caught off guard, and nearly hit the box.

A staggered, buttock fell to the ground. The poor man was a little embarrassed, but soon, he looked at the figure in front of him. This ordinary man with a little wood was blessed to the soul at this moment. He did not hesitate, crawled on the ground and knelt down, "Beg You, save my child!"

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