Super God Gene

Pfft!

Harvey opened his mouth, the blood erupted wildly, the horn arrow had pierced his heart, his body had fallen flat, his body had twitched on the ground more than ever, his breath intake was low, his eyes looked dead.

Nietzsche just felt cold, a baron, ambushing two Viscounts, and he was shot by an arrow that killed a Viscount. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and the arrow was his, he would never have believed it.

“How else could this guy have such an incredible ability if he was actually a great thief?” Numerous thoughts flashed through Nietzsche's heart.

Apart from the superiors, who are unique and possess perfect genes that are difficult to reach by ordinary creatures, Nietzsche can't think of any other creature that can do this.

Hanson didn't have that much thought. He reached out and pulled the horn arrow out of Harvey's chest. Harvey's mouth was spraying blood harder, but his life was spreading faster.

Reattaching the horn arrow to the golden feather bow, Hanson slowly pulled the string away against Nietzsche.

Nietzsche bit his teeth, pulled out another horn arrow, and pulled the bow apart for Hanson.

Now that Nietzsche knows he has no way out, there is only a chance to kill Hansen.

Nietzsche had strong confidence in archery, otherwise his genetic arming would not be a bow, which was his destiny.

Hansen was a great arrow, but Nietzsche didn't think he was going to lose. He could do the same with a spiral arrow, and he would be stronger than Hansen, and faster than Hansen, because his bow was better than Hansen's.

Nietzsche was very confident that if two people shot arrows at the same time, Hanson must have died first.

Nietzsche's entire body calmed down, and when the bowstring was pulled apart, it suddenly covered the corner arrow with a strange halo, a power given by the genetic armament that made the arrow he fired stronger and had terrible penetration.

Even Viscounts armed with heavy shield genes can't stop corner arrows with penetration.

Hanson's gaze was quiet and his gaze remained over Nietzsche's finger holding the arrow, and the bow and arrow in his hand slowly stretched to the extreme.

The golden feather bow of the soul of the golden feather beast is baroness, and Binitse's bow is slightly worse, but in Hansen's view, that's enough.

Buzz!

The sound of the two bowstrings rang almost simultaneously, sounding like there was only one string rang, and the two arrows flew out simultaneously, all with a strong rotating force, like two vipers drilling through the air, almost blind to their trajectories.

Incredibly, that twisted snake-like horn arrow actually meets in a vast space, like a poisonous snake's head tip, striking together on the same trajectory.

However, because Ni captured more arrow power and speed, the position where the two arrows collided was very close to Hanson.

Nietzsche was slightly surprised to see this happening, but immediately rejoiced. He was still trying to escape Hanson's arrow, but now he doesn't have to think about it so much.

With the arrow he fired, he would surely be able to smash Hanson's arrow apart. He was also the king of spiral arrows, powerful and spinning speeds.

High-speed spinning arrow tips collide together, as if two drill bits collide, and hard horny arrow tips are ground out of the spark as if lightning splattered between the two arrows.

And just for a moment, the two arrows have decided to win.

One arrow seemed to be a rag thrown out of the rolling hole washing machine, rolling out, while the other, after such an impact, accelerated the speeds and forces without diminishing the backlash, instantly breaking through the void.

Nietzsche was horrified, and he really couldn't figure out why Hansen's arrow was so weaker than his arrow that his arrow was crashed out, and Hansen's arrow speed, instead of slowing down, changed faster, which was against the laws of nature.

It was too late to think that the arrow came too fast after the second acceleration. Nietzsche couldn't even escape. He pulled a knife from the waist and slashed it hard on Hanson's arrow.

When the knife fell, the arrow was affected by force and automatically offset its original trajectory, like a surviving magic arrow.

“You're too naive to try this against me.” Nietzsche drank a blast, and the long bow in his other hand threw it over the horn arrow and smashed the horn arrow out.

At a time when Nietzsche was feeling darkly proud, he looked up at Hansen for a moment, and his eyes suddenly widened to the limit, but his pupils contracted like needle tips, and his face was twisted with muscles that revealed extremely alarming signs.

The shadow of a horn arrow was constantly amplified in his pupil, and opposite, Hanson had just finished the archery posture, slowly drooling the wingbow in his hand.

“My arrow, why are you here?” There was only one thought in Nietzsche's heart, and that horn arrow, which had originally been shot by him, now runs through his head.

Boom!

Nietzsche glanced at him and fell backwards, until he died. Nor did he understand how the arrow he had shot himself with.

Hanson rushed to Nietzsche's body quickly, hiding both horn arrows. This is a good thing, not as difficult to steer as the Saint Angel's bone arrows, but a weapon for hunting down the Viscount Fae.

It is true that Hansen fired less arrows than Nietzsche, but the use of the Great Yin Yang Magnetic Gun allowed Hansen's arrows to borrow Nietzsche's arrows, thus achieving a second acceleration.

But even so, Nietzsche, who is equally proficient in helical arrows, could not be killed, and Hanson's real target was the arrow that Nietzsche had shot.

After precise calculations, using the Big Yin Yang magnetic cannon to hit the angular arrow, the angular arrow landed in the direction of Hanson's calculations, which fell into his hands.

The horn arrow was grabbed by Hanson and then shot silently at Nietzsche, who was already late when he found out.

In terms of power, Hansen is certainly no better than Nietzsche, but in terms of technique, Hansen is a real master class, and he is no weaker than the top of the genetic universe, much stronger than a Viscount like Nietzsche.

Hanson searched and scraped the bodies of Nietzsche and Harvey for a while, and got some more, so he threw them into the pool and quickly buried them in the mountains.

In front of the old Dragonstone Mountain, the ancient elephant son rode on the white elephant, gazing at the stone mountain not far away like a faucet.

“Son, why take the risk of pissing off that old turtle yourself?” The white elephant spouted and said to the old man.

“You think I'm doing this for that old turtle?” The archeologist looked deeply and said softly.

White elephant slightly: “Old Dragonstone Mountain must be the only old turtle, right? Any other Fae? ”

“That old turtle, he used to fight the thieves, otherwise why do you think the woman from the Great Thief would come here instead of breaking her vows?” The Ancient Son said calmly, just looking at Old Dragonstone Mountain's eyes a little hotter.