Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 793: Station Primitive (1)
A moment later, the two figures pulled apart.
One is standing in the air, while the other is on the ground.
The man half closed his eyes, his eyes were as silent as water, and he slowly exhaled a scorching white breath.
One after another, the red lines that looked like electrical circuits gradually faded on the fair skin of the arm. The clenched fist bone first loosened, and then clenched again and again, trembling slightly, which was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
Just now, he did not use the static blood equipment for defense, but directly used the dynamic blood equipment.
Similar to the static blood suit, the dynamic blood suit also injects the spiritual child directly into the blood vessels, thereby inspiring the maximum destructive power of the body. With his current strength, using this trick, even a mountain can easily Loosely destroyed.
But even so, he was still at a disadvantage.
Through the fight, he could clearly perceive that the opponent's punch did not contain any other power, but simply squandered the brute force of the body.
"Somewhat interesting..."
The man moved his wrist, his eyes were somewhat unclear, looked at the original body, and said: "It is obviously a human, but there is no soul host, so now you, are you a human or a zombie?"
"Roar..."
Hearing this, the primarch raised that hideous face, but could only let out a meaningless roar.
In the depths of those pitch-black pupils, in addition to the fiery fighting intent, there was also a subtle hint of begging.
The man was slightly startled, thinking he was wrong.
But then, he suddenly realized that he didn't see it wrong, and it was the begging look that revealed in his eyes.
In the roar of the Primarch's beastly tyrannical roar, you can even feel a trace of pain and remorse.
In a trance, the man seemed to have auditory hallucinations.
Among the screams full of pain, there was a weary, vicissitudes-filled voice that seemed to say 'help me' to him.
Who?
The man suddenly woke up from the hallucination and met the painful eyes of the primarch, vaguely seeming to understand.
This powerful warrior in the shape of a carrion was forcibly awakened after death, driving the warrior's body to re-enter the battlefield that should not have stepped into it. The emotions brewed in pain are passing through 'Corpse' talks to him.
Begging for deliverance, begging for redemption, begging for rest.
The unnamed warrior was begging after he didn't want to be fooled with his corpse.
"I see."
The man restrained the contempt in his eyes, let out a heavy sigh, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I will let you free."
In the mid-air, a mighty airflow rolled over, setting off a turbulent tsunami that emptied and hit the shore. The roaring wind roared like thunder, and the man standing proudly in the sky stepped out, and his whole body burst into a blazing white-gold brilliance.
Six sacred and pure wings spread out, and the man's pupils were fiery and hot, flowing with red gold like lava.
"Wow!"
The Primarch seemed to sense his determination, and black energy ran through him.
One black, one white.
Ink dyes the snow-white earth, and the whiteness pushes back the night sky.
When the momentum accumulated by the two of them reached its peak like an erupting volcano, the thick spiritual force tore and collided with another force. Slow to the point of collapse.
At this moment, a touch of milky white moonlight cut through the cloud like a sharp sword.
When the milky white moonlight was scattered and the rippling shimmering light illuminated each other's faces, they saw two eyes that seemed to be real, and it seemed that white thunder and lightning were colliding, and the void suddenly burst into bursts of thunder. Voice.
The moonlight seemed to signal some kind of signal that kicked off the fierce battle.
I saw that both of them were at the same time, like the athletes who heard the starting gun, their full momentum poured out in an instant, and in the most arrogant posture, they pulled out a huge wave of wind and dragon, and rushed directly to each other.
"Wow!"
I saw the primarch screaming angrily, and the billowing sound waves shattered the sky.
The flaming golden sword ripped apart the sky, and an uncontrollable murderous intent accompanied the sword's edge.
Where the sword pressure passes, there is a dark and cold murderous intent.
I saw a large stream of air being shattered by the fierce golden sword in a sharp wailing, and divided into two like a split. As far as the eye can see, the void is crumbling under this sword, constantly shattering. Makes a cracking sound like brocade.
The primarch slashed through the void with a sword, and the trembling murderous intent swept through.
But the man didn't know why, but he was stunned for a moment at this moment, and then seemed a little dazed, and subconsciously raised his hand and shook it in the void.
Om!
A azure blue spirit, condensed into a long sword.
The moment the man held the long sword, a familiar feeling came to his mind, as if he could not forget it after a lot of hard work. The memory engraved in his bones made him lean over and draw the sword completely under the instinctive trend. .
He is good at knives.
In that case, let instinct tell him how to swing the knife.
Draw the knife, chop!
"Kendo · Baqianliu · Yellow Spring!"
With the calm voice of the man, the blue long knife was pulled out from the abdomen, and it made a clear and high-pitched sound after rubbing against the air.
Qiang——!
The sound of the sword is like the roar of a dragon, expelling the dark curtain that rolls ahead.
But I saw a azure blue light compressed to the extreme, like the dividing line between day and night, morning and dusk, in the most extreme form of tyrannical brutality, with unmatched sharpness and brutality, hit the burning flame golden sword.
This knife, like a dragon breaking through the sea, zoomed in at the moment of contact, blooming with unparalleled brilliance.
Rumble--! ! !
The brilliance that blooms in an instant seems to reverse night into day.
The huge ruins of the Hydra base shook and collapsed between the rumbling vibrations. A huge gap was torn at the center of the collision. The billowing smoke and dust shook like a dragon and turned over, and countless steel and rubble rose into the sky. .
The light of the sword 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 the stalwart figure screaming wildly, smashing the sword light like a sea, and in the slightly shocked eyes of the man, he actually grabbed it with his bare hands long knife.
Crumble...Boom!
The five sturdy fingers suddenly exerted force ~IndoMTL.com~ The long knife that the spirit condensed screamed, and finally was crushed directly by him.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he secretly said in his heart: "The power of this monster is so terrifying!"
Even if it is a weapon made of condensed spirits, its hardness is far greater than that of tungsten steel, but this guy in front of him can crush a long knife with hardness comparable to tungsten steel with one hand. power to do it?
It's too late, it's too soon.
At the moment when the man was stunned, the power armor that the Primarch was wearing was in front of him, and a violent and ferocious aura rushed towards his face, like a beast that devoured a man. Step forward and clench your fists.
Empty the surf with one punch, and the radius of 100 meters is almost a vacuum.
Even if it's just a hint of overflowing fist wind, it can crush steel into mud,
This is a sign of the ultimate strength of power, 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 lamentation, showing a broken mirror-like fragmentation scene.