"Hello? Who are you? ”

Chu Zihang quickly ran to the side of Maybach, although Deadpool also felt like he was looking at deliciousness, but there was no doubt that the box in front of him was more attractive, so he actually started the car unharmed and drove away.

Maybe this cold-faced and cool brother in the future is still a little white who will still be flustered, right?

The roar of the engine gradually faded away, and thinking that this Chu Dashao might be running with fear and confusion in his head now, Mercer couldn't help but want to laugh out loud. At this time, the man who was carrying the village rain also turned back to ask, and his expression was so relaxed, as if standing in front of him was not the dangerous Odin with a Pegasus and a spear, but just a late Don Quixote.

"Oh? I thought you knew me? ”

Mercer tilted his head, but did not answer positively—or rather, he did not have as much energy to answer. In his body, the black light virus, which was forced to sleep by him out of latent needs, began to regain its vitality at this time under his urging, and the flesh and blood composed of the virus began to circulate rapidly, and under the deliberate manipulation of the genes in the arm began to be infinitely close to the claw form, if it needed to change, it would only take less than a second to complete.

"I should have said that, right? I thought you knew me, otherwise no one would have thrown this box so happily. So this ...... Well, how do you call it well? The man said lightly, feeling in his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes that was half left. Got one? ”

"No," Mercer shook his hand as he walked about ten meters away from the man in front of him. The person in front of him can't really look like Chu Zihang just by looking at his face, his eyebrows and eyes are collared, his eyes are frivolous but humble, and there is always a smile on the corner of his mouth that can't be said to be humble or happy, if he doesn't look very carefully, he can hardly see that Chu Zihang's face still has a little bit of this man's edges and corners.

However, this man who looks at it and is really rare to be majestic in front of the world - the audience is strictly speaking only Chu Zihang, but he is now smiling so happily that he can only see joy and satisfaction in his golden eyes, as if the depression that he had been depressed for many years could not annihilate the majesty of this night.

I really don't understand, he obviously has the power to make people tremble and fear, the sword light is sharp and fierce, and the golden pupils are domineering and soul-catching, but he hides it tightly, turning himself into a middle-aged white rabbit who is obscene and wasteful.

Will the blood that inherited the supreme power boil and burn when the man leans against the Maybach in the middle of the night, and the smoke enters his lungs? Will the long knife that is always stuck in the hole of the umbrella crave the flow and touch of blood as much as the heavy rain on every rainy night?

"You can call me Alex -- pseudonym, of course."

Mercer unashamedly stole Brother A's name, and at the same time straightened his collar to make the bright red more visible in the dark night.

"Huh~ Look at your posture, are you ready?" The man smiled, squeezed the half-pack of cigarettes into a ball with his left hand, and threw it outward. The twisted tobacco wanted to fly around, but it could only fall into the stagnant water under the blows of gravity and raindrops. "It just so happens that I'm too lazy to grind, so let's go up."

He kicked the box away with the shooting stance of a good soccer player, and then his body shook, and a string of dragon words erupted from his mouth in rapid succession, inspiring his speech spirit Time Zero.

Mercer seemed to see a golden curtain of light open, through which even the rain fell exponentially, but the man was unaffected, but pounced on Odin with more swift movements than usual—a qiē that looked like a very unqualified slow motion. However, Odin was equally unaffected, his burly arm raising the golden freehand spear, pausing slightly, and then unleashing numerous stabbing strikes in an instant.

Dark golden arcs of light flickered with each stab, as if a small meteor shower had enveloped the vital part of the man's body.

The man laughed wildly, not making a sound, but every vein in his face beating with excitement stood out as time slowed down. He didn't stubbornly slash down, as that would have been hit by a spear before his blade touched his opponent; He didn't choose to go to the ground and slash at the meteor stabbed by the spear, because his words and blood were not enough for him to make such a quick move.

So, he burst into blood.

Imagine a burning cross in the darkness, a swarm of snakes crawling wildly down the decaying stone steps, and the sharp spear tips outside the altar glowing with cold light. The hymn rises in a swirling voice, illuminating the threshold to heaven and revealing the abyss of descent into hell; The tones of those holy orders were mixed with the chuckle of the devil.

As the spirit deepened and activated in a certain direction, the man felt the blood in every vein beat forcefully, surging like a lion released from its cage. The golden pupils are even brighter, and the meteors that can't see clearly in front of them seem to be elusive; The body is also lighter and more powerful, and the muscles have several times more explosive power than usual at this moment.

"Bell-"

A long sound, as if the ancient temple in the autumn mountain red leaves rang the bell, startling the birds and touching Lin Tao.

Regardless of whether the spear was called Gungnir or not, and no matter how fast Odin's stabbing was, one thing remained the same - it was impossible to have so many stabbing blows at the same time. There is only one zài in the spear, so except for one that is real, the rest can only be phantoms. The man relied on his body and speech strengthened by the explosion of blood, and he was able to block the real stab, but the whole person was shocked by the huge impact force and flew more than ten meters.

He didn't suffer any damage, on the contrary, the various improvements brought about by the explosion of blood gave him an illusion and pleasure of omnipotence. If it were in normal times, he would also use his willpower to suppress this feeling, because this is not the key to the door of true power, this is just the devil who has fallen out of bounds for countless half-breeds.

But he doesn't need it now, and he doesn't need it anymore.

"It's hard to enjoy it once! , I finally understand why those guys are falling! I can't stop feeling like this! ”

The man burst into foul language, and his expression couldn't tell whether it was hideous or enjoyable. He was not satisfied with a single burst of blood, and in a trance, the chanting in his brain became more intense, as if a grand mass was being performed.

"Who is the Holy Body and Holy Blood~ The wine and bread don't taste very good~ I am in front of the newly lit cross~ waving my black vestment~"

The man seemed to be a little drunk, and his mouth was not chanting dragon script, but improvised strange words and songs, but the field spread more violently, and the golden halo almost illuminated the night.

On his skin, the cyan lines flowed away, and a faint blood mist evaporated between his pores, and the bones of his face were abnormally angular and slightly bony protrusions.

Second burst of blood.

Mercer looked at this strange landscape from afar and couldn't help but smile widely. He allowed a few Deadpools to pounce on him pierce his body, and before the insanely hungry things could start biting, Mercer swung his arms into sharp claws, and the low-level Deadpools who thought they were the first to get food were cut off their heads.

Filaments erupted from his body and spine that inserted the flesh and flesh to provide him with energy; Mercer clicked on the remaining stunt points on [Devour] as he spun around and swung his claws.

The first-level claws were not very sharp, but they still cleared a vacuum, and by the way, they also brought up several Deadpool's black blood.

"I heard that you have always been known for your resistance to combat and strong vitality?"

Mercer sneered disdainfully, taking out a few more in exchange for wounds, and even tearing a brittle Deadpool alive with his claws. Blood splattered, staining his clothes a pure black.

"Come on, come on~ Let's compare and see who can resist more?! Lao Tzu is an invincible prototype! ”

(Thanks to the book friend [Alexmucr] for accumulating 888 Quge www.biquge.info coins, thanks to [Jotaro who is not a man] 1888 Quge www.biquge.info coins for the reward~ In addition, although our National Day holiday is not long, at least it will be updated every day~)

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