Super God Gene

Hanson was in the air, but stepped out of the sky one step at a time, as if he had stepped on an invisible ladder in the void. His body, which was already about to fall, rose again, and shot like an arrow into the backward black god.

Everyone was shocked and revealed an incredible colour. The magic of borrowing power in the sky was so strange that they could hardly believe it.

Although Chen's "Half Step Cloud" was less than "Amazing 70% Off" to borrow in the air seven times, it was enough for Hanson to make him go straight to the Dark God.

After all, the Dark God was a harsh character, and it was too late to see Hanson rush in. Although his heart was scared, he shouted. He became a violent ape, held a black knife, and struck Hanson in the air.

“Go to hell!” The Dark God roared, his knife gleaming, vanished in the middle of nowhere, and when it reappeared, it had been cut in front of Hanson.

The second acceleration of the Little Demon Wind knife method, under the raging violence of the monkey, became even more incredible, and the fast naked eye could not keep up with the shadow of the knife.

When!

Looking at the blade of the black knife has been affixed to Hansen's handsome face like the sun god, the black god suddenly felt his elbow flat, the arm holding the knife lifted uncontrollably, the tip of the knife crossed Hansen's face by a slight difference, leaving a shallow blood mark on it, and a few wires of blonde hair were cut by the tip of the knife, dancing with the wind.

Hanson punched the black god's little magic wind knife, how he did it, even the black god didn't see it clearly.

Almost at the same time, Hanson's other palm made a completely different move from the right fist to palm the knife, along the palm seemingly flashing with lightning, like a ghost strike of an assassin.

The Negro tried to take his arm back and chop it off, but suddenly found his perspective a little strange.

Hansen's face gradually moved away from his gaze, and he actually seemed to fly up and look down at Hansen in the air.

The Dark God was strange, and his gaze suddenly saw a strong body that was somewhat familiar with wearing black armor, sitting on a giant black horn wolf, but no longer had a head, and blood was gushing through his neck.

Pfft!

The black god was horrified, his eyes were almost glaring out, his mouth was wide open, but there was blood in his mouth, spraying all over the sky.

The whole battlefield seemed quiet all at once, and everyone looked at the head and flew to the sky with blood, full of incredible colors.

The owner of the Negro Shelter, the most powerful man on the ice, possesses the invincible and powerful Vanishing Knife.

In his own battlefield, he had his head cut off with one hand, which had frightened everyone, and some of them looked at the blonde maniac like a god.

Alone in the battlefield, killing the head of the Dark God in hundreds of iron armor, such as a probe, the man has been mighty heartbreaking, shocking and unidentified, and can no longer be born half wary, looking at the man as if he were a demon.

“No… no……" Zhu stopped and opened his mouth, not even half of it was able to close.

Six broken hundreds of evolutionaries, more than 200 evolutionary elites, failed to stop Hanson, and let one hand kill a broken hundred evolutionary heads, which is impossible to believe in one's eyes.

Jan Manly's face is already red with excitement. The colour in her eyes is flashing, as if the blood in her body was coming out. Nor can she believe that Hanson killed the Negro like this, alone in battle like nothing, waving his head off, handsome, with a sense of pleasant and pleasant comfort.

“It's unimaginably powerful and well worth the descendants of Coach Han.” Uncle Qing was complex and muttered to himself.

And those who were going to open the gates, they were terrified at the moment, and they couldn't believe that the strong, the powerful battlefield like that, actually got run over by Hanson alone and cut off the chief's head, not more than three minutes from beginning to end.

A few people just felt cold in the neck and couldn't help touching their necks, doing what they had just done, and when Hanson came back, I'm afraid it wouldn't even take a second to cut off their heads.

There have been many people who have begun to retreat to the convoy, they have a chestnut in their hearts, and Hansen has beheaded in such a horrible battle as a game, they have no battle protection, let alone a hundred strong men, and now they are scaring their legs softly, falling into the convoy.

Several people tripped themselves several times, which led them back to the transmission array, and Kung Wang's transmission went out.

For a long time, these people were afraid to go back into the world of shelter, even dreaming of that bloody head that had been cut off.

The six broken evolutionaries have all been foolish, and the strong among the evolutionaries have seen so much, but the single broken line like Hanson, who sees so many strong as nothing, is the first time they've seen it.

Their hearts were cold and they could not give birth to the idea of a rematch. Although they obeyed the Dark God, it was because of the coalition forces behind the Dark God, and they could not talk to the Dark God about any excessive sympathy.

Now that the Dark God has been beheaded, where are they willing to fight again? Think about Hanson ignoring the means of slaughtering the Dark God by thousands of armies, all he feels is cold neck and cold back.

With these six immobilized, ordinary evolutionists are even more afraid to move and have already begun to regress.

“Hanson, we are only here because of the Dark God, and we have no quarrel with you. Now that the Dark God is dead, it is no use fighting again, why don't we just stop?” A strong man with a hundred pieces said to Hanson.

“Taking over my sanctuary and waiting for my dead enemies, would you be able to end it in one word?” Hanson said softly.

“If it's a death fight, you don't have to take advantage of it.” A strong man drinks, but is already obviously a little timid, and doesn't really want to fight Hanson to death.

“Now that you're here, you should be aware. Fight, you and I will kill until the last drop of blood is shed. If you don't fight, you will return to my Legion of Goddesses. If I take down the Negro Shelter, you will also be a member of my Legion of Goddesses.” Hanson glanced at them and looked at them and said.

“This…” Several broken evolutionists have some hesitation, they are already cold, looking at Hanson as if he were a god, where dare to fight again, even with more than 200 elite evolutionists in front of them, they cannot feel half safe.

But surrender to Hansen and help Hansen take down the Negro shelter, and the big characters behind them are afraid they won't let go easily.

“I know who Donglin is. You can call me after you get back.” Hanson had already learned about the background of the Negro from Don Zhenliu, and at this point he said a faint word.

Those who heard Hansen say that there was no hesitation at all. Whether it was true or false, Hansen had given them a reason not to fight, and they were already cold and unwilling to fight again anyway.

“We are willing to join the Legion of Goddesses in pursuit of Your Excellency…" said several hundred evolutionists.

The people at the Goddess Shelter all had some silly eyes. This turned out so fast that they were still fighting for their lives. Between turning around, all of them actually surrendered.

In their view, the men of the Dark God Legion are still powerful, not without the power of the First World War. How could they have just come down?