Seeing that Ms. Sif drew her sword and sprinted, Vandal immediately did not hesitate, drew her long sword and formed a flank attack with Sif Sif . With Sif on the left and Vandal on the right, both swords struck at the same time, sealing out almost all of Nexus' evasion space with perfect coordination and tricky angles.

Shrouded by the swords of both sides, Nexus stood in the middle of the two-man bag, but still calm. I saw that his arm was long, and it was as fast as a lightning bolt through the sword light that was swung in front of Vandal, and it grabbed the throat of this divine domain swordsman. Vandal subconsciously hurriedly returned his sword boots, and the long sword slashed into Nexus's silver arm with a slight splash of sparks. But the arm was made of steel, not leaving the slightest scratch, not to mention, not even shaking, as if the sword was itching at all.

He casually threw the handsome swordsman out, and the latter rolled several times and hit the base of the wall on the side of the street, causing a lot of noise.

At this time, the sword on Sif had also pierced, and the cold glow of the blade had almost reached Nexus's golden eyes. But he didn't have the slightest intention of evading, only stretched out his right hand lightly, and flicked his middle finger precisely on the sword that Sif had stabbed.

With a crisp metal crash, the long sword was suddenly overwhelmed by the tremendous force that erupted from his fingertips, and it broke in two on the spot. The strange force passed down the hilt of the sword back into Lady Siff's hand, and she was so shocked that she couldn't even hold the hilt. The two severed swords flew into the air, the first half of which was plunged into the ground, and the second half fell in a whirlwind, and was caught by Nexus, and the blade of the broken sword happened to stop at the long neck of Sif Snow-white.

All it took was for Nexus to break his sword and move forward slightly, and Sif would never be stabbed in the neck. This kind of fatal injury, even if she was an Asgardian Protoss, would definitely die on the spot.

But he didn't do it.

Instead, Richard lifted his transformation and reverted back to his usual casual and casual outfit. He even spun the broken sword in a circle, and handed the hilt back towards Sif.

"I'm sorry to break your sword, but we don't really need to." Richard said.

Sif looked at the broken sword he handed back, and was stunned for a long time without reaching out to take it.

So why didn't you say it earlier? You're going to have to beat us all up before you speak, do you?

As if seeing her thoughts, Richard spread his hands innocently: "I didn't want to fight in the first place, but those two who moved first." He gestured to Hogan and Vostagg, who were just trying to get up, "I'm just defending myself. ”

Heaven and earth conscience, Richard said that he really didn't want to hit people. How bad is it to hit someone? Everyone is a civilized person, what's the point of fighting and killing all day long?

But sometimes that's how strange things are. For example, if he had directly lifted his transformation just now, he raised his hands and said, "Don't shoot your own people", maybe these gods would have been stunned and would have given him a hammer on the ground without saying a word. Richard knew that the Asgardians had a fine tradition of "being able to use their hands as little as possible", so who knew what they would do?

So in order to prevent this from happening, Richard decided that he should strike first - beat the person down first and then explain it slowly. When you put your sword on someone's neck, whatever you say will be more convincing.

Richard suddenly seemed to understand why the Asgardians liked to do it before they spoke, and it proved to work! Thinking about it this way, the concept of the Asgardian people is still advanced!

The three warriors of Asgard, who had been beaten and swollen from their noses, staggered closer. They didn't do it again, but they all looked at Richard warily.

Siv frowned and asked, "Who are you?" You can't be mortal, no one in Midgard has such power. ”

Richard smiled and didn't retort.

Heh, that's just how strange you are. Let's not talk about the future of the earth is going online, like what sentinels, Franklin, molecular people or other comic strips, let's just say that the ancient masters on the earth now are not something that a few of you can afford to provoke.

Or don't say that it's so far, just the four of you are fighting five scum, and I'm afraid that Iron Man, who has just created a new number, will have to choke enough.

The Asgardians are a bit overconfident, they think very highly of themselves and don't think much of the other realms in the Nine Realms. However, this is only a minor problem, and the Asgardians are generally friendly, at least if the Earth is in trouble, they are always willing to help.

"As you can see, I'm just an ordinary human being, with just a few chances to acquire some special talents."

yes, it's just an ordinary human who can turn into Ultraman, and it's not a big deal.

Sif stared blankly, with a look of disbelief.

Ordinary? Do you try again?

If you can be considered ordinary, then we don't want the position of the lord of the Nine Realms in Asgard, and you Midgard will rule the Nine Realms, right? We're all convinced.

"But it doesn't matter." Richard said, glancing at them, "Let me guess, you're friends of Thor, and you're here looking for him?" ”

As soon as they heard Thor's name, several people immediately came to their senses. Yes, this is the real purpose of their coming this time, they sneaked all the way to Midgard with the God King behind their backs, they didn't come here to be beaten!

Sif nodded, "yes, have you seen him?" ”

"Of course I did, but in fact he was a guest on our side. Merely...... Well...... He's not in good shape right now, and I can take you to see him. ”

The four Asgardians were overjoyed and agreed, as if they had thrown out all the things they had just been beaten. The Asgardians, too, are good at making friends, preferring their fists to their mouths. As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, if you fight, you will fight, and everyone will be familiar after the fight.

So Richard led the four of them through the town and returned to Aegis's camp.

There was such a big commotion in the town, and the Aegis side must have noticed it. Before Richard returned, he had already informed Coulson on his mobile phone, saying that he had brought four more guests back from his side, so that he should at least be mentally prepared.

However, when he met Coulson, the agent's face was still a little ugly.

One of our aliens was already nervous, and you went out and brought me four in one go?

Coulson looked at Richard with a questioning look on his face, a "I suspect you're deliberately messing with me" expression.

"Small problem, small problem," Richard waved at him lightly, as if everything was under control, "It's just a few Divine Domain people, it's not a big problem." ”

Coulson almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of old blood.

Just a few? So what else do you want? Are you going to tow a boatload of aliens back for me next time?

(Thank you for the tip!) ）