Super God Gene

“Hanson...” Li became somewhat anxious, and with his knowledge of the Dark God, could he not see the mind of the Dark God?

“It's okay. Someone's going to give me the soul of the beast. I don't have any reason not to, so let's do it.” But Hanson stopped Li from speaking.

Hanson knew that Li had become a good intent, and the idea of the Dark God was not that he didn't understand it, but it was also in his mind. He and Tang Zhen had been practicing for such a long time. He was already 100% sure of the broken demonic wind knife. He was sad that he could not find an opportunity to clean up the Dark God. He actually sent himself to the door, and Hanson naturally had to ask for it.

And you can take the hell back, and Hanson won't let it go.

“Okay, happy, I'm starting to like you a little bit.” The Negro laughed a little cold.

“Go to the square, where it unfolds.” Hanson said softly.

“Okay.” The Negro answered, but didn't let his men out of the way, just surrounded Hansen to go to the square together, like escorting a prisoner, just afraid Hansen would take the opportunity to escape.

Li van also brought an escort to escort Hansen. After arriving at the square, Hansen and Negro both gave Li van the beast soul they had just obtained.

“Please.” The Dark God took the lead on the platform of the square, looking in Hanson's eyes with chill.

Ever since he took over the Negro shelter, he hasn't eaten such a huge loss. Whenever he had the chance, he couldn't help but take Hanson's life immediately.

This time he wants not only the soul of the beast, but also Hanson's life.

The Negro is fully confident in his little demonic wind knife skills, and he and Hansen fought each other and thought he knew Hansen too well to force Hansen into a duel.

The news of the Black God and Hanson's gambling spreads quickly, attracting many spectators from Star Wheel Shelter.

Li was a little helpless, Hansen refused to accept the gambling, he could still protect Hansen's safety in the Star Wheel shelter, but in the gambling, the Black God killed Hansen, but he had nothing to say, and the beast soul had to give it to the Black God.

After Hansen came to power, the Negro was also lazy to talk to Hansen. He had long hated not being able to produce Hansen's flesh, summoning up the black Beast Soul Knife and chopping it off directly against Hansen.

Hanson also summoned a ghost claw blade and cut it out with a careless claw.

But this seemed to be a very casual claw, but darkness frowned on itself. A different color flashed through the eagle's eyes. If he continued to cut off this knife, his elbow would have to be cut off by the ghost claw blade one step at a time, or his elbow would have been sent to hit his ghost claw blade.

Under helplessness, the Negro could only retreat with his knife and, after dodging Hanson's claw, prepare to release the knife again.

He is very confident in the Little Demon Wind knife technique, and it is difficult to see anyone in the same order who can block a second acceleration, and Hanson is even more unlikely.

In fact, most people think the same way as the Negro. The Negro's little demon wind knife is famous on the ice, and has the reputation of "the magic knife that disappears”.

And the average person doesn't know Hanson at all. Except for Li , who knows Hansen's origins like this, no one knows what Hansen is, and dares to fight the Black Gods one-on-one.

Soon, however, everyone opened their eyes and could hardly believe what they saw.

Black God stepped back, avoided Hanson's ghost claw blade, pulled the knife to cut it again, but the knife only lifted half, and found himself unable to cut it again.

As before, if he chops it off again, the Negro finds himself hitting Hanson's ghost claw blade.

“Coincidence?” There was a little unease in the Dark God's heart, but he didn't believe it would happen, and he didn't believe that someone could block his little demonic knife like this.

The Dark God retreated and chopped, but then his face turned ugly.

The Dark God cut more than a dozen knives in a row, but not a single knife could be cut out completely. The knife was only less than half, so he had to take it back himself.

The Dark God never had a chance to show the most powerful second acceleration technique of the Little Demon Wind knife, which made the Dark God's face full of horror. He had never encountered anything like this, it could be said that it was evil.

The people who watched the war were already staring at each other, and the outsiders saw it more clearly, and Nahweh the Black God's knife was completely useless in front of Hanson.

It can't be said that it's useless, it should be said that the Negro can't even pull out the knife.

If the black god had a sheath, I'm afraid he didn't even have the ability to pull it out of the sheath.

Every time the Dark God's wrist moves, he tries to lift the knife, but the next second he has to retrieve the knife, every time, the Dark God has no ability to produce the knife at all.

From beginning to end, the Negro just kept falling back, as if a small apprentice had just learned a knife, practicing in front of his own teacher, who had already recognized his move, and then hit him first and foremost, hitting his bloom and his point, leaving him with no chance to fight back.

What disappeared demon knife, what little demon wind knife magic, seems to be a joke for a moment, can't even get out the knife, what about the second acceleration.

Back... backwards and backwards... it seems that there is no other option than to go backwards.

Never before has the Dark God been so holed up as he is today, and his pride in the little magic wind knife seems to have turned into the most useless obsolete knife in the world, even giving him a terrible feeling that he would never have used a knife at all.

“Too strong, who the hell is that guy? It's horrible. It's like I taught my son a lesson. ”

“When did we get such a strong man on the ice field? That's amazing. ”

“Fuck, the Negro was abused like a grandson. Is this really the Negro from the Negro Shelter? ”

“Fake, huh? How could the Dark God's knife be so useless? ”

“What's so surprising about this? Don't you know the word vain? It's about black gods, but it's because of the number of strong people under their own hands. In fact, there's nothing real about it. If you go on stage yourself, you're still beaten up like a grandson. ”

“Who the hell is that guy? ”

The black god bundle of hands and feet, it is like being trapped in thorns, completely unable to stretch out hands and feet, just a little bit of stretch will be stabbed with blood, depressed black god just want to vomit blood.

If you hear what these people are saying, the Dark Gods will almost faint.

He shouted out loud, the black god wanted to fight back with his sword at all costs, but his arm was only raised, and the black god found that if he did not retract, even his arm would be cut off, and he had to press his anger and retrieve the knife.

Holding, immensely holding, the black god has a feeling of being held to death by urine.

Even the evolutionists of the Negro Shelter had seen the heartbeat and could hardly believe what they had seen.

The power of the Dark God is perfectly clear to them. The little demon wind knife is almost unbreakable on the ice field. How can it be suppressed like this?

“What the hell is that guy from?” Their faces are full of horrors, even the Dark God is suppressed like this, don't they go up more miserable, maybe two or three moves have been cut off.