Chapter 159 Paodingjieniu
This is what makes Brother Hammer happy!
Most of the time, he is a fool, but at critical moments, he is unambiguous, and he can understand even very complicated places.
You understand?
It is best if you understand!
You don’t understand, how could I, Ange, NTR the mothership of spicy chicken shreds in public?
I wanted to say to his ship a long time ago, "Prime Minister, I understand!" Ah!
呵呵呵勒!
Ange's heart is drooling here. Over there, Brother Hammer saw Ange's expression suddenly changed. It was the look of fanatically treating him as a confidant: In order to protect his own people, he would not hesitate to resist the enemy outside the earth. What a noble sentiment, Kratos he It was exactly as I thought! We are good buddies who share the same philosophy!
"Hi! Kratos! You are late! You should have just helped me destroy [Ether Particles]!" Brother Hammer greeted Ange heartily.
"Really? Why do I feel like I'm here at the right time." Anger teased, while sweeping his sharp eyes toward Loki who was standing there next to him.
Loki's hair stood on end on the spot, and the long-lost memory of humiliation naturally came to his mind—eh! Wait, I'm technically with that **** this time... right?
At this moment, 233 tricks emerged in Loki's mind.
I don’t know what’s wrong, Loki is a little sour at the same time: How did my ‘good’ brother get acquainted with a group of fierce people so easily?
Looking at the interaction between Hammer and Ange, it was actually the black side who was most stimulated!
"Small human beings! How dare you stop the great revival of the dark elves!?" Spicy chicken roared angrily. He pointed at him, and immediately dozens of black skins around him raised their laser guns. I want biubiubiu.
It was very abrupt, a black figure burst out from an open hatch above the Black Cross, turned into a black lightning, and suddenly crashed down.
"Boom—"
The huge impact is no different from a 203mm cannonball.
Flesh and blood splattered, gravel flew.
After the smoke and dust dissipated slightly, what remained in place was only a shallow circle of fuzzy flesh and blood, and an exaggerated pit with a depth of two meters and a diameter of more than 30 meters.
In the middle of the pit was Fulla in a fighting pose.
Brother Hammer's eyes lit up, and he asked An Ge very familiarly: "Where is the fierce girl?"
Ange stared at the spicy shredded chicken, and replied casually: "New."
Fula's face muscles twitched slightly, a strange blush appeared, but she didn't refute after all. It's not that she hasn't tried to resist, but every time she resists, she will be suppressed more powerfully. She has had enough of that horrible and primitive punishment. Compared with that, she is more willing to vent her power on the battlefield.
Ange pointed at the spicy shredded chicken: "Fula, this is yours."
Malekith became angry when he heard this: "Don't underestimate me—"
With a wave of his arms, [Ether Particles] suddenly sprang out from his back like a tide, like a tumbling water wave, and like a ball of arc-shaped flames, spread its wings and rolled towards Ange and Fulla at the same time. past.
He wanted to use the power of this fetish to take down the two people who entered in disorder in one fell swoop. It's just that the **** frenzy has not yet approached, and Fulla has already made an S-shaped maneuver to avoid the **** tide.
She doesn't like to play illusions like Loki, and every movement of her is extremely fierce.
There are no bells and whistles, just rushing up is a punch.
"Boom—"
This punch was terrifyingly violent.
Seeing the ferocious approach of the fierce girl in front of him, Spicy Chicken Silk changed the shape of the ether particles at the last moment, turning them into a hemispherical **** shield in front of him.
Krypton’s female adjutant punched the [ether particle] from a hemispherical shape into a [concave] character, and even the huge impact force sent the spicy chicken shreds flying dozens of meters away.
Of course, Fulla didn't feel better either, the huge whip turned into red particles hit her hard.
Fula did not retreat but advanced, and continued to rush forward against the tide of [Ether Particles], chasing and killing spicy chicken shreds.
Ouch! The female adjutant of Krypton is very tolerant (verified by Ange himself).
On the other side, Brother Hammer, Luo Jijiaang, and the three joined forces to deal with the cursed warrior. The battle started simultaneously.
As the master C who does his part, Brother Hammer has always been the first to charge.
No matter how many times An Ge fought side by side with him, it was the same feeling—to attack high blood and thick blood is to do whatever you want.
Brother Hammer's existence is too dazzling, and others cannot ignore his existence.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Brother Hammer jumped up high, and the short-handled Meow Meow Hammer was surrounded by thunder, and he smashed the hammer on the horned helmet of the cursed warrior like a rainbow.
A Hammer flew over, and a Hammer flew over.
How domineering he roared one second, and how miserable he was in the next second.
The style of painting that looks like a table tennis attack is really exaggerated.
Ange conservatively estimated that Brother Hammer's strength value was about a few hundred points greater, but the cursed warrior turned into by the black-skinned second-in-command had at least twice the strength value of Brother Hammer.
That kind of sad rebound feeling when an egg hits a rock, Loki's teeth hurt just seeing it.
This is also the tragedy of a powerful fighter. When the most proud power is crushed by the enemy, he will be very passive.
Don’t forget, Thor who has not yet completed his transformation is [God of Hammer], not [God of Thunder]!
Originally, Algrim wanted to tear down a large stone pillar and hit Brother Hammer hard. Don't forget, there is also Ange.
Just as the cursed warrior lifted up the boulder, at least a thousand tons, Ange's sword ghost killed it.
"Phew!"
The knife light itself will not have temperature.
Ange's knife just added a ray of sunshine to this dark planet.
The golden light that should have been extremely bright was covered by the flame element deliberately attached by someone, and even suppressed most of the heavy murderous aura on the knife, so that Algrim didn't react immediately.
No!
It should be said that curse fighters are not afraid of getting hurt.
Thick blood is its biggest feature!
Anyway, curse fighters will die after burning their lives and souls, and they don't care if they are injured or not.
Fighting to get injured, and then try to kill as many and stronger opponents as possible within a limited time, this is the right way.
Algrim knew that the knife was coming from behind him, but he didn't dodge it. The result of the knife was settled the moment the blade touched his right bicep.
In his imagination, his muscles, strong and solid as hot rocks, could block the knife very well, at least they would jam the opponent's blade, so that he would have enough time to change his injuries. Er's little bug.
Who knew that this knife was like cutting butter, and cut obliquely along the muscle lines of his arm. It not only cut open his entire biceps, but also turned the blade perfectly when it reached the elbow joint, along the line of the elbow. The cartilage was gouged out.
Such a smooth knife can be called the art of [Paodingjieniu] level!
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ps: I am working hard to make up for it, but recently there are more objectively broken things. When I don’t make up every day, that’s called bad performance~_~
(end of this chapter)