Chapter 342

Between lightning and thunder, the thunder in Lyon's hand suddenly turned into an indomitable lightning dragon, roared, and shot away at the hatred in the distance!

The thunder of castration made the detestation too late to avoid, so they could only reluctantly raise their hands and block them in front of their chest.

The next moment, I only heard a loud bang of "boom", and the thunder directly collided with the abhorrent strong body!

"Ah ah..."

The strong burning feeling that reaches the soul and the huge impact force make the hatred roar again and again, and the legs can't stand still.

The whole person can only retreat step by step under the power of the thunder and lightning dragon and plow a long gully on the ground.

Finally, the thunder drifted in the wind

At this time, the camouflage soldiers watching on one side saw and hated the tragedy at this moment:

The whole person was lying in the rubble, and the bone armor in front of his chest was as if melted by the molten slurry. Only a few black ribs remained and still hung there.

And the hands that resist thunder are even more tragic!

The skin and muscle tissue of the whole forearm were burned, leaving only white bones exposed

This scene not only shocked Natasha, Banna and the camouflage soldiers present, but also left a cold sweat for the "doctor" who observed all this through the camera.

He suddenly had a feeling: did he provoke the wrong person?

Bena and Natasha also saw Lyon's strong blow, which once again triggered a heated discussion between them:

"In other words, I seem to have seen this move somewhere. Don't Thor also control lightning..."

"Listen to him, he is now a member of Asgard's royal family and half Asgard..."

"Er?! is there such a thing?! then, Thor and Lyon, aren't they..."

"Who knows..."

On the other side, Leon, who slowly floated to the ground, walked up to the hatred, looked up and down at each other, and suddenly smiled.

Then, with his condescending eyes, he looked down at hatred and said coldly:

"Is that all you have?"

This sentence is a provocation that I hated just now.

And now, Leon returned it intact!

Smelling the speech, the disgust of being seriously injured stared at Leon with his eyes full of hate and tyranny and roared:

"I'll kill you!"

As soon as the voice fell, he shook his injured body and tried to get up from the rubble.

Leon just looked at him quietly without any attempt to stop him.

Before he was injured, hatred was not his opponent, not to mention the half disabled body now?

However, accidents always come to you inadvertently

When Lyon was considering whether to use a sword to solve the ugly guy, a slight tremor of the air made him move his ears. He raised the darkest blade in his hand and waved it several times in the air.

Dang Dang!

It was not until several bullets cut in half fell to the ground one after another, and the gunfire slowed down half a beat that it came late.

Slightly turned his head and looked at the camouflage soldiers not far away. Lyon's cold face suddenly smiled.

"It seems that some people are impatient..."

Seeing Lyon's evil smile like a devil, several soldiers in camouflage clothes were shocked and their faces became frightened.

At this time, they suddenly remembered that the man in Dark Armor in front of them could manipulate lightning and defeat the hated man!

Just then, the communicator in the ear sounded the doctor's hoarse voice again:

"Follow my orders, inject the medicine and kill him!"

Hearing the speech, the camouflage soldiers, with their eyes shining, seemed to grasp the last straw and looked at the injection device on their wrists.

A small bottle of green medicine in the device is calling them like a powerful force at hand.

Without hesitation, the six camouflage soldiers pressed the button on the device at the same time and injected the bottle of medicine that could give them part of the power of Haoke into their own bodies!

Such a move, naturally, can not escape Lyon's eyes.

However, he did not stop, but watched the whole transformation process with great interest.

He has seen Banner's transformation and wants to see what's different from hawk

"Roar!" "roar!" "roar!"

With a slightly painful low roar, the whole body skin of the camouflage soldiers quickly turned green, and their muscles swelled like balloons. The whole person suddenly pulled up more than ten centimeters and burst out all the camouflage clothes!

After a while, six tall, muscular little hawks appeared on the stage!

Like an appointment, six little hawks rushed to Lyon at the same time.

Looking at the green fat man who bumped into him like several tanks, Lyon gently pulled and hissed, as if laughing at each other's overestimation.

And at this time, the change was abrupt!

A violent breaking wind suddenly came from behind.

Lyon's face could not help but shudder, as if he thought of something. Subconsciously, he held the sword in both hands, suddenly turned, and the sword tip was backward and stabbed!

With a dull hum, the extremely sharp dark blade inserted into the disgusting abdomen without resistance and pierced his whole body!

Suffered such a fatal blow, hated the ferocious face, showing a trace of pain and helplessness.

At this time, he finally understood the gap between himself and the real strong.

However, such awareness is too late

Pooh!

Pulling out the long sword, a strong blood spring suddenly splashed out!

The next second, I only heard a "bang", the hatred of sneak attack, covered my bleeding abdomen and fell to the ground.

Lyon didn't look back and confirmed his hatred of life and death. Instead, he threw the green blood on the black blade as if he had just done a trivial thing.

Then, without stopping, he directly stepped forward and met the six small hawks!

。。。

Boom!

With the last little hawk, stunned by the thunder of Lyon, on a messy square, there are only Lyon in black armor.

This battle, in fact, has ended from the moment Lyon took out the dark blade.

The magic soldiers carefully made by the dwarves for him are not worthy of fame!

Don't say it's disgust. Even Thor, the future king of Asgard, dare not say that he can be unharmed under the attack of the darkest blade.

Not to mention the low configuration version of hawk?

Looking around, Lyon, standing in the middle of the square, seemed to find something. He took the dark blade back into the space dimension, picked up a trampled micro camera from the ground, and his face was thoughtful