Super God Gene

Hanson glanced slightly. If a recalcitrant stone stood in the shocking weather, the horrible atmosphere pressed on him and immediately broke apart, like the waves on the shore.

As the man walked step by step, the momentum grew more horrible, making Hanson feel that the whole heavens and earth seemed to change color, as if a huge wave of surprise came towards him, one after another, almost endless.

“How many visitors?” Hanson stood proud in front of the mountain, staring slightly at the figure, and his coat was blown by the horror.

But Hansen's color was immutable, as if that shocking weather did not exist at all.

The figure did not answer, but still walked one step at a time, but at this moment he stepped out and sounded a pedal.

Boom!

It seemed like very mild footsteps fell in Hansen's ears, but it seemed like a sunny thunderbolt blew in Hansen's head, causing Hansen's eyes to slightly flash.

Knock, knock!

That figure walked step by step, and if the thunderous footsteps kept blowing up in Hanson's head, and the more terrible the weather accumulated.

When Hanson looked at the figure, he was about his height, but he seemed to zoom in a little bit in his pupils, like the gods of the heavens and the earth, making people feel like they were infinitely small.

While knowing that this is just a delusion, it is not something that the average person can resist to apply to such a situation.

“When did such a strong man emerge from the Ribbett clan?” Hanson had a slight doubt in his mind.

This shadow momentum, though horrible, is not strong enough for life, at most it is just a duke, a duke can have such momentum, Hanson can't really think which duke in the narrow moon has this ability.

The figure walked one step at a time and still couldn't shake Hansen, finally stopping ten steps in front of Hansen, just standing there measuring Hansen.

At this time, Hanson saw clearly that the figure was a woman in black coat, wearing a black helmet and a facial coat. She could not see clearly what it looked like. She could only see a beautiful pair of eyes with golden ripples and a healthy body under the coat.

She was about the same height as Hanson, and her legs were long and straight.

But Hanson's eyes weren't attracted to her eyes or those big legs, just staring at her left hand.

Her right hand was wrapped in black gloves and she could only see the proportion of her slender fingers, but her left hand was bare, clearly seeing the palms and fingers of the crystalline white hand and the fingernails of the crystalline jade.

It's just that Hanson doesn't want to appreciate her beautiful palm right now, and the reason he's staring at this left hand is because he's gathering an unspeakable power over that palm.

Without the spectacular light, without the flame of terror, that hand just gracefully shook its fist towards Hansen and let Hansen's gaze in between moments, completely attracted by that fist.

At a moment when that fist burst toward Hansen, Hansen's entire body trembled, not out of fear, but to inspire every tiny bit of compression out of his body.

Just as tremors are intolerable in the cold of winter, they are used to rapidly stimulate energy in the body for rapid release.

The pressure on Hanson was so great that he had to muster his whole body into battle. The woman in front of him, the black coat, made him feel extremely dangerous.

But Hanson didn't dodge, because that punch burst out of the moment, as if the whole space was filled with fists, the heavens and the earth were occupied by that punch, leaving life with the illusion that there was nowhere to escape.

But Hanson didn't intend to escape either. He gripped his right hand into a fist, and his trembling body instantly concentrated its strength on his fist, pounding it hard on the woman's fist.

The fist flame growled like a demon, tearing space to the woman's fist with the power of horrible extinction.

Boxing and boxing, Hansen's fists were instantly smashed with the power of his fangs, and that jade white crystal clear fist hit Hansen's fist hard.

Boom!

Hansen only felt an unstoppable force burst out of that jade white fist, and for a moment it was like a Big Bang, causing Hansen's fist and body to be blown out independently.

Hanson's legs stood dead on the ground, and the hard rock was plowed directly into two deep trenches by his legs, stretching out hundreds of meters, until Hanson's body hit the mountain wall and collapsed a large section of the mountain wall, which finally stopped.

The mountain wall broke, but Hanson still stood still, but holding his right fist was blurred and his bones seemed to have broken.

“Who are you?” Hanson stared at the woman and asked again.

The woman's fisting power was very strange, with an indestructible tremor, almost unbearable even Hanson's strong transverse body today.

And then, after this punch, Hanson knew clearly that the horrible woman in black, like him, was just a marquis.

This is what really surprises Hanson, and in terms of strength alone, she's probably more powerful than Lonely Bamboo, plus that kind of special punch.

Hanson estimated that even if she were herself, she would need to cooperate with Bombing Six Breaks in order to be able to confront her fists positively.

“To be able to take my Imperial Ultimate Fist, you deserve to be one of those who can be famous with Lonely Bamboo, you qualified.” The woman's flowing eyes looked at Hansen and continued to say with that indifferent and irresistible voice: "Give you a chance to be a member of my Order. ”

“Are you from the Imperial Clan?” Hanson stared at the woman and said.

“Yes,” the woman replied faintly.

“Why are you embarrassing me?” Hanson asked again.

The woman said indifferently: "I came earlier to send a solicitation for Issa and I was ready to leave. I heard you were here, but by the way, the Marquis named after Lonely Bamboo had some real talent. You qualified and qualified to join my Order. ”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to leave the moon narrow.” Hansen said that his heart had been cautious to prevent this tough woman from the Imperial Clan from making another move.

But the woman didn't intend to do it again. After hearing Hanson refuse, she turned around and left Hanson with a beautiful back and long, flying blonde hair. The spirit seemed to be saying, Hanson had no idea what he had missed.

“What a proud woman.” Hansen said secretly in his heart.