Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 793: Station Primarch (1)
After a while, the two figures pulled apart.
One side stands in the air, and the other side steps on the ground.
The man half-closed his eyelids, his eyes were as silent as water, and slowly exhaled a burst of scorching white air.
The red lines that looked like electric circuits gradually faded on the fair skin of the arm. The clenched fist first loosened, and then clenched again, trembling a little hard to detect with the naked eye.
Just now, he didn't use the static blood outfit to defend, but directly used the moving blood outfit.
Similar to the static blood outfit, the moving blood outfit also directly injects spirit seeds into the blood vessels, thereby stimulating the maximum destructive power of the body. With his current strength, using this move, even a mountain can easily loosely destroyed.
But even so, he was still at a disadvantage just now.
Through the fight, he could clearly perceive that the opponent's punch did not contain any other power, it was just a waste of physical brute force.
"It's interesting..."
The man moved his wrist, his eyes were a bit unclear, he looked at the original body, and said: "You are obviously a human, but you don't have a soul, so now you, are you a human or a zombie?"
"Roar..."
Hearing this, the Primarch raised his ferocious face, but he could only let out a meaningless roar.
In the depths of those pitch-black pupils, apart from the fiery fighting intent, there was also a subtle hint of begging.
The man was slightly taken aback, thinking that he had misread it.
But then, he suddenly realized that he was not mistaken, what was revealed in those eyes was begging eyes.
Among the beast-like tyrannical roar of the Primarch, even a trace of pain and remorse can be felt.
In a trance, the man seemed to have auditory hallucinations.
Among the screams full of pain, there was a tired and vicissitudes voice, which seemed to say 'help me' to him.
Save who?
The man suddenly woke up from the hallucination, met the pained eyes of the Primarch, and seemed to understand vaguely.
The powerful warrior in the shape of a rotting corpse in front of me was forcibly awakened after death, driving the body of this warrior to step into the battlefield that should not have been stepped on again. 'Corpse' talk to him.
Begging for relief, begging for salvation, begging for rest.
After the death of this unknown warrior, he did not want to be fooled by his corpse, so he was begging him.
"I see."
The man suppressed the contempt in his eyes, let out a heavy breath, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will set you free."
In mid-air, a mighty air current rolled in, setting off a raging wave and tsunami and hitting the shore. The roaring wind roared like thunder, and the man standing proudly in the sky stepped forward, his body glowing with blazing white-gold light.
Six sacred and pure wings spread out, and the man's pupils were burning hot, flowing red gold like lava.
"Roar!"
The Primarch seemed to have sensed his determination, and his body was filled with black energy.
One black, one white.
The black color dips into the snow-white earth, and the blazing whiteness pushes back the night sky.
When the momentum accumulated around the two of them reached its peak like an erupting volcano, the thick spiritual power tore and collided with another force. sluggish to the point of collapse.
At this moment, a milky white moonlight cut through the cloud like a sharp sword.
When the milky white moonlight fell, and the rippling light illuminated each other's faces, they saw two real eyes colliding, as if there were blazing thunder and lightning colliding, and bursts of thunder suddenly burst out in the void. Voice.
The moonlight seemed to be some kind of signal, which opened the prelude to the fierce battle.
I saw that both of them coincided with each other, as if they were athletes who heard the starting gun, their full momentum poured out in an instant, and with the most arrogant posture, they pulled out a huge wind wave and rushed directly towards each other.
"Roar!"
I saw the Primarch screaming angrily, and the sound waves shattered the sky.
The flaming golden sword tore through the sky, and an uncontrollable murderous intent accompanied the blade.
Where the sword pressure passed, there was darkness and cold murderous intent.
I saw a large piece of air flow being shattered by the ferocious golden sword in a sharp wail, and it was divided into two like a shunt. It made a sound like cracking silk and brocade.
The Primarch's sword cut through the void, and trembling murderous intent swept across.
But the man didn't know why, but he was stunned for a moment at this moment, and then he seemed a little dazed, and subconsciously raised his hand and shook it in the void.
Buzz!
The azure blue spirit condenses into a long knife.
The moment the man held the long knife, the familiar feeling came to his heart, as if he could not forget it after a long time of tempering. The memory engraved in his bones made him bend over and draw the knife completely under the instinct .
He is good at knives.
In this case, let instinct tell him how to swing the knife.
Draw your sword and chop!
"The Way of the Sword · Eight Thousand Flows · Underworld!"
Following the man's calm voice, the blue long knife was pulled out from the abdomen, and after rubbing against the air, it made a clear and high-pitched sound.
Clang——!
The sound of the sword is like the chant of a dragon, driving away the dark curtain ahead.
But I saw an azure blue brilliance that was compressed to the extreme, like the dividing line between day and night, dawn and dusk. golden sword.
This knife, like a dragon soaring deep into the sea, magnifies suddenly at the moment of contact, blooming with incomparable brilliance.
Boom——! ! !
The brilliance that blooms in an instant seems to turn the night into day.
The huge ruins of the Hydra base trembled and collapsed amid rumbling vibrations, and a huge gap was torn open in the center of the collision. The billowing smoke and dust wave trembled like a dragon turning over, and countless steel and rubble soared into the sky .
The light of the knife is like the sea, destroying the city and breaking the ground, submerging everything.
But a violent roar suddenly interrupted the violent sound, and I saw that stalwart figure screaming wildly, smashing the sea of sword light, and in the slightly shocked eyes of the man, he actually grabbed it with his bare hands. With a long knife.
Crackle....Boom!
Five thick fingers suddenly exerted force, and the long knife condensed by Lingzi let out a burst of mourning ~IndoMTL.com~ In the end, it was directly crushed by him.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said inwardly: "The power of this monster is terrifying!"
Even if it is a weapon formed by condensed spiritual particles, its hardness is far superior to that of tungsten steel, but this guy in front of him actually crushed a long knife as hard as tungsten steel with his bare hands. The power to do it?
It's too late to say it, but it's fast then.
At the moment when the man was in a daze, the power armor worn by the Primarch was in front of him, and a violent and ferocious aura rushed towards his face, like a wild beast that chooses to eat someone. He stepped forward and made a fist.
Empty the Mountain Dew with one punch, and the 100-meter radius is almost a vacuum.
Even an overflowing punch can crush steel into mud,
This is a sign of the ultimate strength, and it is also the most complete interpretation of violence. Even the void cannot carry it. Such a powerful and terrifying power can only collapse and collapse in the sound of mourning, showing a broken mirror-like broken scene.
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