Super God Gene

In the depths of dead water, Hansen sank beneath the surface, constantly watching all the movements around him.

He had fled for four days and four nights since that escape into the mountains, during which he did not know how many nobles had been killed to hunt him down, but he himself had been bitten to death with little time to rest.

At least five Viscount aristocrats have been chasing him down, leaving him with no chance to breathe. He has experienced many wars, large and small, and many more wounds on the armor of Dong Xuan.

But it's nothing to Hanson, and in exchange for other nobles, even Viscounts, I'm afraid they've already been physically stranded to death in such intense combat.

However, Hanson is still energetic, and Cave Xuan Armor absorbs the finesse of the heavens and the earth, providing him with constant energy, allowing him to fight tirelessly day and night.

Hanson had also thought about shooting the Viscounts with the Holy Angel Bone Arrow, but he had to use the Super Spiritual Body in order to drive the Holy Angel Bone Arrow, which was not replenished by the finesse absorbed by the Holy Xuan Armor for physical loss.

His real enemies are not the Viscounts. If he can't solve the real Vietnamese, he will be pursued indefinitely.

Hanson did not intend to hide back in the shelter. Escaping is not his style. Attack is the best defense. He only wants to find the real Vietnamese now.

Only a few minutes after Hanson hid in the pool, he heard footsteps rushing this way.

“Shit, where the hell is that bastard? A baron with such strength, endurance and skill is a ghost.” A loud voice sounds not far away.

Hanson immediately sounded, and this is the Viscount with the knife, and now Hanson already knows his name is Harvey.

Another more blunt voice also came: “Although he is only a baron, after all, he can relate to the great bandits, not that the barons of ordinary people can compare, it is easy to understand. ”

“The ancient elephant man is already impatient, we can't kill him anymore, if the ancient elephant man blames us, we can't live.” Harvey sighed.

“That doesn't mean that the ancient dude went over to Old Dragonstone Mountain and tried to hunt down the Fae, and couldn't come back for a moment and a half, we still have plenty of time.” The plain voice said again.

Hanson listened to his heart move, he has been fleeing in this Fae space for the past few days and has learned a lot about this Fae space.

Barons were also arrested along the way, and a lot of information came from their mouths.

Old Dragonstone Mountain, Hanson has heard of, just never dared to go that way.

This Fae space is small and difficult to see even Viscount Fae, but does not include the old stone mountain side.

Hearing a baron say that there was a Fae over at Old Dragonstone Mountain that seemed to have reached the county level, Hanson was naturally not in the mood to provoke him now.

“The Ancient Man's appetite for hunting the Earl Fae is enormous.” Hansen smiled in his heart.

Although the superior clan called itself invincible, it was not invincible at birth. Hanson estimated that the ancient dude was at best a Viscount, and dared to hunt down the Earl Fae, so it would be bold.

“Where the hell is the boy?” Harvey said a little grumpy as he searched.

Another Viscount, trying to answer, suddenly glared at the pool to Harvey's left.

Harvey knew it was bad, and the razor turned around and smashed the other side of the pool.

Sure enough, Harvey saw Hanson rush out of the pool silently and was pounding towards him.

“Go to hell!” Harvey pushed harder because he was pushing too hard and his face looked so tight.

Knock!

The knife cut Hanson's body in half, but Harvey felt something was wrong, and it was just a phantom.

Hanson's body was half squatted, like a fierce beast ready to strike a deadly blow, pounding on Harvey, holding Harvey's waist with both hands, standing on one foot, turning behind Harvey, swinging hard, holding Harvey together into the pool.

Another Viscount rushed to the edge of the pool and watched the waves swoop under it, but because the water was too cloudy to see who was down there, he didn't dare.

He held the bow and pointed the tip of the arrow at the flickering surface, not knowing where to shoot for a while.

“Harvey, come out first.” Nietzsche yelled at the water.

Boom!

When the surface of the water blew up a wave, a shadow rushed out of it, Nietzsche hurriedly pointed the bow and arrow at the shadow, and looked closely at it, but it was Harvey.

Almost simultaneously, a man slipped out of the pool silently, one long, one short, two purple machetes slashed into Nietzsche's facade.

The blades of those two machetes are already full of serrations, and I don't know how many battle baptisms and collisions I've had, it looks like Sensen's fangs.

Nietzsche reacted extremely quickly and the bow and arrow moved down, shooting directly out the already pulled bow and arrow.

At such a close distance, Nietzsche has absolute confidence that Hanson cannot hide from this arrow.

Hansen couldn't hide, but smiled at Nietzsche, revealing two rows of Whitesen's teeth, his knife frustrated, and chopped on the arrow.

“Naïve!” Nietzsche smiled.

His Viscount was armed with a bow, but the arrow was made of the alienated horn of the Viscount Fae Black Scale, and possessed great power in itself, and the power of an arrow was never resisted by the Baron.

Hanson's knife was cut over the horn arrow, and the purple moon knife, which had gone through many wars, big and small, broke apart all at once and turned into a flying debris dance.

The horn arrow was still strong and shot directly over Hansen's chest. The powerful force rushed Hansen's body into the pool, and immediately a large amount of blood flowered with the water.

“Nice job...” Harvey overjoyed.

He wasn't finished yet, and suddenly he saw the water explode, and a man dived towards him like a strange bird.

“To die.” Harvey split the wave in half with a knife, and the green knife split the wave in half with Hanson.

The Hansonians had an extra golden feather bow in their hands, and Nietzsche's horn arrow was not known when he had pulled it out and put it on the feather bow.

Buzz!

The bowstring went off and the horn arrow almost instantly reached Harvey.

Harverton was shocked, and the sword changed, giving up Hanson and chopping that horn arrow.

He has already fought Hansen several times during these days of pursuit, knowing that Hansen is much more powerful than the average baron, and now that he has Nietzsche's horn arrows, he is likely to pose a deadly threat to him.

The knife was cut off, but the horn arrow was like magic, disappeared into Harvey's eyes, and then Harvey felt a severe pain in his chest.

Harvey's subconscious head looked down and saw the horn arrow not knowing when it was shooting over his heart, twisting and spinning, like the fangs of a vicious beast, tearing his armor and flesh into his heart while spinning at high speeds.