While Thanos was busy dealing with King Hulk, a long-lost female figure was the first to stand up and attack.

The strange green tights outlined his slender and plump figure vividly, and his blonde hair was scattered and windless under the extreme divine power.

Rao is that the great divine domain called Asgard no longer exists, but there is still a part of the divine power preserved, enough for a few small gods to play.

For example, Amora the Witch!

With her hands held high, the witch who once charmed the common people has a sacred taste at this moment.

"Wake up, warriors of Asgard!"

"You are the inheritors of the great Asgard, not the lackeys of some world-destroying overlord!"

"In the name of Thor, King of the Aesirs!

The so-called charm is actually a kind of distortion of the mind, and a little change can become a magic to cleanse the mind.

Without the infusion of new psychic gem power, it wasn't too difficult for Amora to pull back those bewildered Asgardian warriors.

For a while, the situation of the war was repeated.

The political commissar of the Order, Ebony Throat, was as heavy as water, and he raised his hand and beckoned to Proxima Centauri in the Night: "Kill that woman!"

Unexpectedly, a shadow appeared silently behind Proxima Centauri in the Night, and an inconspicuous dagger seemed to simply poke into Proxima Centauri's back, which did not even pierce Proxima Centacia's personal armor.

Theoretically, Proxima Centauri wasn't injured, but in fact, a completely unexpected shadow power of Proxima Centauri was injected into her body. This cold force pounded into her body, paralyzing her nerves. Her whole body stiffened involuntarily.

[Sneak Attack]!

World of Warcraft thieves' starting moves.

Unless you run into an extremely powerful enemy, you can paralyze them for four seconds.

Four seconds, which is already quite a fatal period of time among the master's moves.

Proxima Centauri, which stands at the top of the planetary level, certainly won't be paralyzed for so long, but the brief stagnation of her body allowed Black Widow to accomplish what she wanted to do.

The artifact dagger obtained from the treasure house of Asgard, dancing with bright blade light in the void, combined with the graceful posture of the widow sister, felt like a sword dance, rather than a premeditated assassination.

Without the master's movements, the dagger cut Proxima Centauri's dark armor effortlessly, just like a cow, dismantling her armor into palm-sized pieces, and Bisheng didn't touch Proxima Centauri's body at all, and didn't even cut her clothes.

Until everything is done, Proxima Centauri's backhand is a trident, and the widow is twisting her sexy pace, as if she is slowly dodging Proxima Centauri's counterattack.

On the battlefield, the stench of wind blew incessantly, mixed with the blood of aliens and earthlings. In this kind of environment where even the wind seems to be blood-colored, the widow's long fiery red hair is even more dazzling.

The two sides stood five meters apart, and no miscellaneous soldier dared to approach the duel at the level of the eldest sister's head.

Proxima Centauri had a calm face, and words came out of the translator: "Who are you?

"Avengers member [Black Widow] Natasha Romanoff, a heroine who is about to kill you!" The widow said coldly.

"Ho, I think I've seen too many of you as an arrogant little girl. Proxima Centauri stretched out its dark tongue as long as a snake and licked the corners of his mouth: "But it seems that you have such a beautiful head, I will definitely cut it off as a specimen." ”

Who is Sister Widow?

The famous female agent and heroine, I don't know how much I have seen the guy in the Centauri Star Bunker than her!

The widow sister was not angry, and smiled seductively: "I just need your trident!"

"Hmph!" said that, but Proxima Centauri couldn't pull his face in the dark.

Even if she recognized in her heart that the widow sister was qualified to fight with her, she couldn't say this.

Fight if you want to!

The trident in Proxima Centauri's hand was like a black lightning bolt, hanging upside down from the top of the widow's head.

The five-meter distance between her and the widow sister was originally a distance that was both alienated and imminent—but at this moment, the sharpness of the trident had come to the door of the widow sister with a strange sense of heaviness.

The widow sister fully understood how dangerous this blow that occupied her entire field of vision, it was like thousands of miles of mountains and rivers crumbling overhead, thunder and thunder rushed to her face, and the halberd had not yet arrived, and the momentum had already taken the lead.

It is a planet-level that can destroy a planet with thunder and lightning blasting like Thor who has just appeared.

Those who can sink into a blow with the strongest force and be invincible can also be planet-level.

The blow of Proxima Centauri in the night can definitely blow the bow of an unshielded space dreadnought.

However, it is such an amazing power, condensed in a small square inch, this kind of strength makes the widow sister have to pay the highest attention.

Obviously it is a halberd, and the spike of Proxima Centauri in the dark gives people a sense of heaviness, and when she stabs it, it makes people feel insignificant and unavoidable.

The widow had never comprehended such an attack, but she could experience the momentum of a similar landslide and tsunami in the occasional competition with Thor, especially after Thor returned with the [Storm Tomahawk].

Compared to the full version of Thor, Proxima Centauri is nothing.

The widow sister closed her eyes very simply, and put the two daggers up.

Proxima Centauri sneered in his heart - daring to use a light weapon like a dagger to touch a halberd, among opponents of the same level, light weapons are lost.

The weight of the dagger is destined to make it impossible to put up a solid line of defense - this is common sense!

However, the trident stabbed over, but the widow sister assumed a backward iron plate bridge posture, and the raised double dagger intersected with the blade of the trident and flashed a dazzling spark.

If the widow's dagger was mortal iron, it would probably burst or let out a pitiful scream at this moment, but the double dagger in the widow's hand was like the conductor of a symphony orchestra, and the halberd made a rhythmic strike in less than a tenth of a second.

"Huh?" Proxima Centauri was stunned for a moment.

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Proxima Centauri will never know that this is Beethoven's Ode to Joy.

It's just that this mysterious rhythm naturally aroused Proxima Centauri's suspicions, and even if she subconsciously followed the trident down, and the incomparable surging force penetrated into the widow's arms along her halberd head inch by inch, her movements were still half a beat slower.

Originally, this would be an unstoppable blow.

As a result, the widow sister was forced to pick out the opportunity.

The inheritance of the thief heroine Valera, countless times of cultivation, has been the most perfect integration at this moment, the widow sister's graceful movements are like lightning, a set of movements is faster and more accurate than instinctive reaction, a twist and a wrong step, the trident in the hand of Proxima Centauri in the dark night suddenly empty.