The Unrighteous God In Marvel

　　 After walking out of the narrow passage, what appeared in front of Leon was an extremely huge underground space.

　　 The height is two to three meters, with slight fluctuations, and the width is about the size of a football field.

　　 Looking around, there are untapped original ecological environment, puddles and stone pillars everywhere.

　　 "Yeah! This hand mate can't do anything else, but it's quite good at finding a place. You can find such a superb natural cave."

　　 There is a saying, Leon feels that there is only a bat master playing computer in this underground space.

　　 At the end of the wall at the other end of the underground space farthest from the exit, a few torches inserted into the wall reflect the five people standing on the stone platform.

　　 "Leon, there are exactly five people over there."

　　 Now that Leon came out, Tony and the others followed, of course, as soon as he came out of the hole, Tony noticed the group of five over there.

　　 No way, the whole underground space is just over there, and blind people can see it!

　　 Stickman:...

　　 Matt:...

　　 (I feel offended!!!)

　　 "Well, it should, that's right."

　　……

　　 When Leon with his hands in his pockets, Iron Man floating in the sky, Matt, who couldn't see his expression, and the stickman who had no expression at all, walked to a little place below the altar together, someone on the altar finally spoke.

　　 "Letter, where is it."

　　 Leon heard a man talking. He remembered that the happiest and strongest man who would dance with his hands was not a man. He didn't know how it was a man who spoke first at this time.

　　 Besides, letter?

　　 Am I looking like a postman?

　　 There is a postman with a mask?

　　Is there a postman in iron skin?

　　 There is a postman in a red leather jacket?

　　 There is a blind postman in his seventies or eighties who is still on crutches?

　　 Stickman: ... (I feel offended again!)

　　As we all know, the postman does not work on weekends!

"Ah! Believe it! Your wife said she doesn't love you anymore. She forgot to bring the key that day. Thanks to the tutor next door, she didn't get wet from the rain. Later, she found out that the neighbor next door would repair the water pipe and massage. Yes, much better than you~ She confiscated all your letters, not to mention replying to you. I ran for nothing, uncle!"

one more time. Tony felt once again and said: "Lyon, you are really good at talking nonsense."

　　 Pat Leon's shoulder, Tony said: "But I think the letter he said may be the guy whose head was cut off by you."

　　 Leon said: "I gave the nickname the Noxus guillotine. There are many people whose heads are cut off. I don't know which one is a letter and which one is an email!"

　　 Tony has a black line on his face, but fortunately, he can't see it under the visor: "It's the one in the suit just now!"

Oh! ! !

　　Understand Understand! !

　　 "Well, believe it, hahaha, I remember, hey! He wears the same suit as you, uncle, hehehehe, he was cut off by me."

　　 The palm stood up as a knife, and his right hand slashed diagonally in the air, making a gesture: "That's it."

　　 Leon decided that he might see an irritable enemy, roaring and rushing down to seek revenge.

　　 But he guessed wrong again.

No.

　　 The stage is still very quiet.

　　 After a while, another female voice spoke: "Budget, you are here again. Are you here to die this time?"

　　 I don't know if it is Mrs. Gao or another woman with a long name.

　　 The stickman, who was very quiet from the moment he arrived at the church, smiled at this moment.

　　 This smile is very clean and pure, not like the smile that an old man with **** hands can bloom.

　　 at least shouldn't be a smile that a stickman can smile.

　　 "Yeah, I'm here again."

　　 raised his breath, and the stickman said loudly: "I'm sending you "death" to the old and undead."

　　 The words are not speculative.

　　 Murakami on the altar jumped down and went straight to Lyon!

　　 The other three fingers also jumped down, each picking an enemy.

　　 Except for Mrs. Gao, who seems to be very old, the eight people are divided into four groups and go to war!

　　 When Murakami's long knife was cut, Leon was still stuck in his pocket and his head held up, looking silly.

　　 cut it down with a single knife, splashing large patches of rubble and dust. Murakami jumped after lifting the knife, carefully watching the smoke in front of him.

　　 "I didn't cut..."

　　 There was a slightly frivolous voice in the smoke: "Isn't I just talking about door-to-door gift-giving? Why did the fight suddenly start? Alas, the elderly nowadays are immoral!"

　　 Suddenly the smoke was washed away, and Leon rushed in front of Murakami, holding the sword of a horse.

　　锵!

　　 The two swords intersected, and Murakami defended Leon’s surprise attack.

　　 "Huh? You are the first one to guard me against this trick. The old man is good at martial arts. Your name is a bae."

　　 Using both hands to force Leon’s long knife, Murakami said: "I am Shin's master, Murakami."

　　 It seems that even though he has done a whole lot of bad things, and put on a disgusting appearance of a worldly superior person who is indifferent and unmoved by foreign objects, he still cares about his apprentice.

"Oh, you are the master of the man in the suit!" Leon carried the knife, not hurriedly: "You are a lot stronger than him, what, believe! Yes, believe. He didn't resist my trick. : Konoha Hikaru, Thor, slashed at a swift speed!"

　　 knocked on the stone next to him with the back of the knife, Leon smiled happily: "It's a pity, if you didn't catch it just now, your head should have fallen out at this time."

　　 Murakami did not answer, but glanced at other battles on the battlefield. He glanced vaguely at Mrs. Gao who was sitting on the altar.

　　, holding the samurai sword in his left hand, slashed the blade across his eyes from an oblique angle, and crossed the palm of his right hand to guard against the enemy.

　　 Murakami can see clearly, there is indeed a small crack on the blade.

　　 "This guy, there is a problem..."

　　 Murakami is by no means a weak person. Before he betrayed Kunlun, he was a top human figure~www.wuxiahere.com~, and in the hundreds of years he robbed, he never forgot to temper his martial arts.

　　 Discussing the technique of the sword alone, Murakami felt that he should be one of the strongest people on earth.

　　 But, he still almost failed to guard the sudden cut.

　　 "His speed... is too fast! Moreover, his sword is not normal!"

　　 Seeing Leon chopping the stone one by one with the treasure knife in his hand that is absolutely sharp as iron, Murakami's heart is dripping blood.

　　 As the richest of the five fingers, Murakami's pursuit of wealth is similar to that of dragons.

　　 does not only refer to money, but all treasures, and all things that are superior to the same, he likes.

　　The sword is naturally too.

　　 The knife in his hand now is a very precious top grade. It was originally his favorite, and it has always been carried with him, and he has made great contributions to himself.

　　 Today, Leon had a cut.

　　 Murakami was distressed at first, but then I thought about it again: Since it is not the best, it is not worthy of my liking.

　　 That long knife is a good thing worthy of myself.

　　 held a fist with the sword, and Murakami said: "You are a strong man. Young man, report your name!"

　　 Leon saw that the old guy who had a good life was quite condescending, and he felt superior!

　　 "I, my surname is Fan, because I always speak coldly and impolitely, so they call me..."

　　 A long knife stabbed out!

　　 Murakami hurriedly blocked it, but under a rush, the neck was still cut with a small opening, blood flowed.

　　 "...Be careful when you speak!"

　　 Leon smiled and said the second half of the sentence.