Super God Gene

A long, white hair, handsome, cold face, under a gorgeous white Phnom Penh robe, walking like a sun god, the whole world seemed to be a little humble in front of him.

Everyone saw that the Son of the Light had come to power without being suffocated, and that compelling momentum made it almost difficult to look directly at his existence, as if just looking at him so directly was blasphemy towards him.

“So handsome!” There is a woman who cannot help but exclaim herself, so that even men like gods can hardly be attracted to the opposite sex of hostile races.

The Son of Light is indeed more powerful and perfect than mankind, but standing there at will creates a sense of holiness, despicable and disgraceful.

The Son of the Light God was about the same height as Hanson, but he stood there and gave the feeling of looking down on Hansen. His eyes were filled with disdain and contempt, as if Hansen was as despicable as an ant.

Even the evolutionists who watched outside the scene felt very depressed, as if they had a big stone in their chest and almost wanted to vomit blood.

“God says to have light.” The lips of the Son of Light fluttered slightly, and the divine light flashed in his blanched eyes, as if he were the god who dominated all things.

Every time before the Son of Light strikes, he says this, not against anyone, because anyone is insignificant in his eyes.

With that God-like word, the Son of Light extended his right hand index finger, the finger slim and long, beautiful impeccable, just like a finger to Hanson.

A blazing beam of light crossed the void, leaving Hansen unresponsive at all, and the blazing light stabbed Hansen in the forehead.

Hanson was like a man who had been shot in the head, his head backwards, he fell backwards with his body, he fell hard on the fighting stage, and he slipped out for a few meters before stopping.

Can't even God B block the power of the Son of Light?

And some who have carefully studied the Son of Light are grinning and shaking their heads. They have long expected this to happen, but when it does happen, it is so unacceptable.

The Son of Light is too fast, that blazing light, and now humans don't even have a chance to escape.

But all of a sudden, the gold coin fell on the ground and moved. He climbed up from the ground and patted himself on the forehead, only to see the forehead over the dark purple armor. There was actually a circular dent that looked like a bullet. Although it looked a little scary, it finally failed to shoot through the dark purple armor.

“God B!” People are so surprised that it's hard to express their excitement and excitement in words, just to turn it into the simplest two words.

Hanson's forehead was slightly painful. Even with the magic of spinning the smell of the Demon Ant King, he was almost punched through. This Son of the Light is more powerful than he thought. He is undoubtedly a superdivine creature, and may be more powerful than ordinary superdivine creatures.

At least most superdivine creatures do not possess such wisdom, and in terms of ability, the Son of Light is no worse than the Superdivine creature.

When the Son of Light made a finger, he didn't see the trajectory of the beam at all, and didn't even come and react, the beam was already shooting at his forehead, only too quickly to be honest.

When the Son of Light saw Hanson bear his finger power, he didn't get shot in the head. He had to whisper slightly, as if he were laughing: “Well done, don't die by my finger, your whole life is worth it. ”

“If it kills you, it's worth it.” Hanson moved his head a little bit and the force of the blow was too strong. Although it was blocked by armor, his body was still shaken, especially his neck, which was twisted by the impact of force.

The Son of the Light gave a scornful smile: "Ignorant man, that blow I just made, I used only a tiny amount of power. Do you really think you can fight this Divine Son? ”

“Then let me see how insignificant all your power is.” Hanson rushed directly towards the Son of the Light, and a punch swung.

But Hansen only took a step, only to see the Son of Light pointed at him, another blazing beam of light across the void, instantly hit Hansen's head, then suddenly knocked Hansen over the ground, blood gushed out of the dark purple helmet.

Everyone's heart was tight, the blood made them feel very bad, the armor did not resist the power of the Son of the Light, and the hope in many people was broken.

“Too powerful… too powerful… not at all that our evolutionists can match… that speed… that power… unwinnable… unwinnable…”

Many people have this fear in their hearts, and their faces have turned pale and they can no longer see a trace of blood.

Though they were not the ones who were defeated by the Son of Light, the power of the Son of Light, crushing posture, made them feel despair.

But that dark purple figure stood up again, and the armor on his head was punched through a bullet hole, and blood was seeping out of it, which looked a little scary.

“Is that all?” Hanson's eyes stared sharply at the Son of the Light, and the blood flowed rapidly in his body, accelerating his heartbeat.

Instead of retreating slightly, there was a hidden excitement, because he saw hope, hope to defeat the Son of the Light.

The angry blow of the Son of Light did not seriously damage him. Although that power penetrated the armor of the Runaway Ant King, the residual force was no longer enough to seriously damage his body, which used the demonic mark of Stone Armor, and the scent of the little black bear, which also made Hanson's body more resilient.

Now Hanson's only disadvantage is that he can't hold on for long by simulating multiple breath spinning techniques with the Cave Xuan. He must end the battle quickly and defeat the Son of Light before his body can sustain him.

Stepping out, he remained resolute, and Hanson waved his fist at the same time, bombarding the godson of light across the street.

The face of the Son of Light is a little ugly, it seems to have moved true anger, one five-finger at the same time, five blazing beams of light penetrated the space, instantly piercing Hanson's armor!

Hanson's body jumped out again, the blood blooming like a flower in the air, and some of the more sensual women covered their mouths with crystals in their eyes.

But between the blooms, Hanson stood up again, saying nothing, waving his fists again to the Son of the Light.

The Son of Light's eyes were cold and he shook five incandescent beams of light again. Hansen's side tried to hide, but the light was too fast to hide. Suddenly there were five more blood holes in Hansen's body.

This time, however, Hanson did not fall, his legs plowed two deep marks on a hard stone table, but Hanson pressed the floor with one hand and did not fall.

Though a little harsh, after all, no more falls, only the silent drop of blood.