The killing machine behind is so sharp, even if you can hammer the bedbugs of this earth into pulp with a single hammer, you may fall like this. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the supreme accuser of the Kree Empire, Ronan naturally could not die with a low-level civilized savage.

Therefore, at the last moment, Ronan gave up the fatal hammer on Sun Wukong, but turned around and smashed the war hammer towards the killing machine that was shooting from behind.

However, Ronan never expected that what Sun Wukong wanted was for him to swing the hammer back to help, so as to take the opportunity to destroy the war hammer.

The flying sword transformed into a golden hoop rod, under the urging of Tiangang's sword cutting technique, is incomparably sharp and indestructible.

Boom!

The flying sword and the war hammer slammed into each other, and a sound wave visible to the naked eye vibrated out, and the sound of the gold and stone clashing violently shook the entire bridge space of the Dark Star.

Star-Lord, Gamora, and Rocket Raccoon, who were watching from afar, all felt a piercing sharp trilling sound coming from this moment, and they couldn't help but cover their ears in pain.

Ronan, who held the handle of the hammer of the war hammer, bore the brunt of the battle between the flying sword and the war hammer, only to feel that his arms were in vain for a while, and his hands could barely hold the handle of the hammer.

What surprised him even more was that he clearly saw that his war hammer, under the attack and cutting of the flying sword, shattered little by little, turned into countless fragments, and flew sideways.

After slicing the entire warhammer into pieces, the flying sword ran out of mana and stopped castration.

And this is only in the blink of an eye, but the war hammer in Ronan's hand is only a bare hammer handle.

Sun Wukong's mind moved, and he exhausted the flying sword of Tiangang's sword slashing technique. The golden rod flew back into his hand.

Beat people to the end, kill Buddha and kill to the west.

The hammer is broken, and the heart is moving. Sun Wukong, who took back the golden hoop stick, lifted the stick and killed it.

Ronan, who could hardly believe that his war hammer had been destroyed by a sword, was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he saw a huge iron rod that emitted light like a mountain, crushing down.

Stick fall to death?

Ronan reluctantly raised the handle of the hammer. I hope the hammer handle can stop the iron rod like a landslide.

But without the handle of the warhammer, can it withstand this rod?

Collapse!

Click!

Ronan, who was shocked all over, only felt that he had been bombarded by the main cannon of the battleship that fell from the sky, and he was shocked. I just want to retreat.

However, the power has been overwhelming.

Ronan snorted, the handle of the hammer was directly broken by a stick, and both of his arms were broken at the same time.

And. There was a gurgling sound under his feet. The boots snapped and were trampled, and the deck was trampled with two deep footprints.

Sun Wukong saw that the golden hoop stick successfully smashed on Ronan, and wanted to use the old trick to use the supreme weight of the golden hoop stick to suppress Ronan directly.

The golden hoop rod, which was nearly 1 foot in diameter, instantly swelled by 10 feet, and weighed more than 100,000 pounds. And, with his mind. Size and weight continue to increase.

He didn't believe that Ronan, who couldn't bear the mountain and the sea, could withstand the suppression of the Dinghai Divine Needle.

on one side. This kind of change of peaks and loops made Star-Lord fascinated by them.

After all, he is his own patron saint, and under the power of God, no one can stop him.

Just when Star-Lord and the others thought that the battle ended with the Patronus Saint defeating Ronan and dying, Sun Wukong felt that as soon as the idea of connecting the golden hoop stick was loosened, the space suddenly distorted, and Ronan, who was suppressed under the golden hoop stick, disappeared all at once.

"You think you'll be able to destroy my hammer if you succeed in your scheme?" But somehow, Ronan, who strangely escaped from under the golden hoop stick, floated into the air in the distance, only to see him gritting his teeth and roaring, "Earth's bedbug, you are so ignorant. ”

In his trembling roar, spurting blood, the warhammer shattered by the golden rod, as if iron filings had been attracted by a magnet, levitated from all directions and converged towards Ronan.

This is a sign of a regrouping and getting back to normal.

It's really a good magic weapon, if it's broken, it can be automatically restored.

Could this be a wonderful basic reduction spell?

Sun Wukong shook his head in his heart, how could anyone know such a magical spell in this Cree Empire, a barbaric land.

Moreover, he wouldn't just watch Ronan's warhammer come back to life.

This kind of poisonous snake-like thing, if you don't take the opportunity to kill it, will only plague it for a thousand years. Although I don't know if the people of the Kree Empire have a lifespan of thousands of years.

The golden hoop stick was restored to the size of the bowl, and he held it with one hand, without moving, and swept directly towards Ronan who was floating in the distance.

In the process of sweeping, the golden hoop stick protruded 100 feet long.

"Ten percent, five percent, one percent...... It worked! ”

Ronan holds a warhammer that has successfully restored 100%, and wants to use the warhammer to teleport out of battle.

But he didn't expect Sun Wukong's attack to come so quickly.

He only had time to put the hammer on his head before the golden rod fell to his head.

This time, Ronan had just broken a bone and was picked up by him, and although he was able to move again, his hands that had not yet recovered could no longer hold the hammer.

With a bang, the warhammer flew out of his hand.

Ronan, on the other hand, was beaten on the deck with a stick.

One stick!

Two sticks!

Three sticks!

Four or five sticks!

……

The golden rod rained down on Ronan.

Within seconds, Ronan was beaten into a bloody man, paralyzed there like mud, motionless, with less air in and more out of air.

"With such a low IQ and so much saliva, isn't it self-defeating!"

Sun Wukong sighed with emotion, ignoring Ronan, who didn't have much life, but went to the side of the war hammer and picked it up.

"It's a pity that a magical magic weapon has been broken once after all."

He saw that on the war hammer, there were reduced marks like cracks on fine porcelain, and he immediately knew that this war hammer, although it was restored by Ronan, could not be perfectly restored after all.

If it is not refined, it will definitely become a broken product, and it may lose a lot of functions.

"Mr. Patronus?"

Sun Wukong, who was looking at Ronan's warhammer, heard Star-Lord's cautious voice.

"Call me by name, everyone is from the earth, you're welcome." Sun Wukong put down the war hammer and replied with a smile.

"Then I'll boldly call you, Mr. Sun?" Star-Lord said in a flattering tone.

"Well, no problem, what's the matter?" Sun Wukong nodded and asked.

"Well, after Rocket took over the bridge control room of the Darkstar, he found the ships of the Nova Legion." Star-Lord replied respectfully.

"The efficiency of the rocket is quite high, and it took over the bridge control room of the Dark Star so quickly." Sun Wukong was not much surprised by the arrival of the Nova Legion.

When he first crossed over to the earth, he fell in love with watching movies, and found that in many police and gangster movies, the protagonist and the villain were finished, and the police arrived to clean up and receive the credit by the way. The Nova Legion, in the galaxy, since it is similar in nature to the police, a violent institution that maintains peace, and the practice is the same, it is long overdue, and it can be well understood.

"Yes, rockets have a wealth of talent in this. Also, the Nova Legion is battling the remnants of Ronan's fleet, what should we do next? Star-Lord asked.

"Is there any ship in good condition on the Darkstar?"

"The rocket checked, and there are several spare ships."

"Alright, we're ready to transfer, to the transit planet." (To be continued.) )