I Am In Marvel

'Hey--'

The genre plaque on the inner wall of the gymnasium was stained with large patches of bright red blood. The fatally injured body of the old man fell on the floor, and there was no sign of life.

The hall was dead silent, hundreds of swordsmanship disciples opened their mouths in amazement, sadness, anger, hatred, shock, and fear, all complexities appeared on their faces.

Kyle looked indifferent, and the left hand that made a fist calmly retracted, and the fingers of the right hand wearing the vibrating armguard were still holding the tip of the sword.

Skills are all inferior, only high variation.

The clade of this world is so unsolvable!

With strength, speed, neural response, physical strength, etc., all surpassing crushing, you can be unparalleled in swordsmanship, and no strange energy is involved. After all, it is an ordinary human body. How can he take the full punch of his genetic mutation?

Only the hidden talents of magic and alien races in the world, and the future black technology products after the 21st century, may be able to surpass his current progress in mutation and evolution!

And Gu Yi’s mage organization aims to protect the earth. The Black Panther country is safe to hide from the world, and the time limit for the invasion of outer space races and gods has not expired. The 21st century is still more than 50 years away...

There is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey is the king!

During this period of World War II, Kyle dared to walk sideways with no one's eyes. Who wouldn't accept it!

In the hall of the gymnasium, the woman in kimono stared at the tragic death of Jian Lao, her beautiful eyes filled with hatred and resentment, she suddenly grabbed the sword in the hands of a swordsmanship disciple beside her, and rushed towards Kyle madly without her demeanor.

Kyle turned indifferently, flicking his right wrist slightly, and the sword in his hand projected out with a'shoo', piercing through the woman's chest with extreme speed, and the sword hilt dragged the opponent's body back until he was nailed to death on the hall portal.

"Old Sword! Senior Sister!!" The remaining hundreds of swordsmanship disciples in the gym were about to split their eyes, and couldn't help feeling grief and anger in their hearts, and shouted at Kyle in the middle of the hall with swords.

"I won't go together early." Kyle shrugged boringly, and the liquid black silk of the venom suit formed a protective hood on his neck, and his own mask flashed scarlet forest cold eyes, and the clenched fists were separate. The faint dark claws stretched out.

Full coverage of venom!Sharp claw mode!

Kyle squatted with his feet, pedaling and sprinting with a little more energy, his body rammed like a body of steel. Hundreds of young men with swords swarmed over to face each other, and they were savagely rushed to disperse the siege formation, rushing to the front Several people also vomited blood and knocked out the door.

Both feet accelerated and sprinted forcefully, Kyle's claws in both hands kept cutting and tearing, and each hit caused a splash of blood, and several young people fell to the ground wailing and screaming.

Swordsmanship disciples stepped forward to attack without fear of death, and most of them fell on him, failing to break the tough protective outerwear of the Venom Suit.Even if a powerful sword strike barely broke the venom suit and cut a long thin blood mark on the skin underneath, the blood hasn't overflowed, and the minor wounds will be completely restored.

It seemed that it was not hundreds of people besieging one person, but rather like a liger breaking into the flock.Kyle was transformed into a war machine called Killing, constantly harvesting weak lives.

When the hall of the gymnasium fell into a long and dead silence again, Kyle gasped a little bit, and walked out of the courtyard with bloody footprints. The bright sun fell on his demonic and dark appearance, still becoming cold and cold. cold.

Venom quickly disguised himself as Risang's common clothing. He returned to his costumed identity as a'passerby', leaving the sword school hall full of blood and fuel odors leisurely and naturally.

Three minutes later, the main hall of the Shinto Wunian Sword Sect suddenly caught fire. The fire was serious, and it spread uncontrollably to the dozens of Sword Sect Hall buildings.

The raging flames swallowed everything in the Sword School Hall, as well as the centuries-old Shinto Wunian Sword School foundation.

Tokyo, the mansion of the Emperor's Mansion.

The emperor in gorgeous and noble robes,

His face was majestic, full of peace against the backdrop of his robe, and looked down on the people like a god.

"The demon from the U.S. Emperor took advantage of the emptiness of the air base and committed heinous sins, but he will soon be punished by the military warriors sheltered by the gods. Everyone must trust us. We are capable and confident..."

Seeing that the people below firmly believed in his own'god', the emperor kept a faint smile, just about to finish the rest of the speech, and a subordinate abruptly stepped onto the stage of the gods, causing his words to stop.

The Emperor frowned uncomfortably, but when his subordinates approached him and whispered a few words in his ear, his face changed in amazement.

"Well, that, let's get here first today." The emperor's face was pale, and he casually finished a few words, and then with the help of his men, he evacuated the platform.

Below the altar, the people who were listening with relish and relaxed mood were taken aback for a moment, and they looked at each other, wondering what happened.

"Shinto non-minded swordsmanship halls were really buried in a fire?" Returning to the inner room of the emperor's mansion, the emperor took a deep breath and asked hard.

"The fire broke out and spread too fast. When the fire brigade arrived, more than a dozen gymnasium buildings had been burnt down. We were at the scene and only found this thing..." the man said, slowly taking out from his pocket A card, the black demon on the card is grinning outside.

The Emperor looked at the card, and knelt down on the ground, unable to calm down anymore. He took the demon card under his hand in horror, and took out the card with exactly the same demon pattern from his body.

The format and pattern of the two demon cards are the same, and the material seems to be iron metal, so they were not destroyed in the fire.The patterns on the front of the devil card are one square brick and one plum blossom.

"He is declaring war on our country alone, is he going to play fifty-four cards?" The Emperor gritted his teeth.

"Your Majesty..." his subordinate sighed lightly.

"You go and inform Commander Sasaki to allow all the armed forces he stayed behind in Nissan Tokyo to be dispatched! Be sure to fight back!" The emperor quietly clenched his fists and said in a cold voice, "Also, let the ninja shelter the Emperor's Palace. Organize action! My safety drops to second place, and kill that man as the first goal!"

"Your Majesty, never! Your safety is the most important thing!" his men persuaded.

The emperor shook his head and said, "Needless to say. When he has played fifty-four cards, my country will not become a country! What is the use of the emperor and the gods?"

"His purpose is actually..." The subordinate hesitated and didn't say any further.

"We are a powerful warrior country! How can we bow to him alone!" The Emperor glared at him, waving his long sleeves, and said firmly.

At this time, in front of the main hall of the Nozumi Sword Style Sword School in the Jiangshi District of Tokyo.

Kyle strode forward, revealing his dark suit as before. He faced several guards at the door and broke in, "Medie Kyle, come and challenge!"