Chapter 473

"You..."

Looking at the man in the distance who put on a defensive posture, Haila just felt that her lungs were going to be blown up.

Although she is a woman, she is also Asgard's woman. In her early years, she fought with Odin in all directions and fought with the enemy face-to-face. Everyone is very sincere. They say that the axe will cut your head and never fall towards your neck. There is no such thing as Fisher. If it's not the same, first a tactical nuclear bomb will warm up the field, and then it will fight. What else do you play to lure the tiger away from the mountain, Stabbing people in secret. It was put tens of thousands of years ago, but it was bound to stones and sank into the sea in Asgard.

"Impossible, smelly man, I tell you, one of us will die here today!"

Taking a deep breath of the air full of the smell of death, Haila raised her hands and stroked back a strand of hair that had fallen down before. With her action, a huge helmet with three pairs of forked horns slowly condensed out.

"What, aunt, no, sister, in fact, I said it was forced by Odin and your father. Do you believe it?"

Fisher's response was a flying sword that was catapulted several times the speed of sound.

"In that case, all right!" Raise your hand and use the flying sword blocked by the mental field. Then Fisher starts the barrier set by Odin and transmits himself out.

"Coward, don't run. Have a good fight!"

Seeing Fisher's figure leave, the angry Haila can only catch the ground and output one meal. The force of death explodes one pit after another on the ground, and the flying sword hits everywhere.

After venting for a while, Haila, who just felt much smoother, was going back to sleep, and then Fisher appeared again.

"Haila, I'm here to negotiate!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

"Haila............"

"Whoosh..... Boom......"

Fisher suddenly felt that this scene was familiar when he jumped across the border and the earth repeatedly, but he was more comfortable than Sherlock Holmes, because Odin's border key was in his hand. He went in and out like opening and closing the door in the room. Doing so did no harm except beating his mother.

Of course, fisher made a fool of Odin and Freja, who were watching the excitement.

"See, if sol is half his level, he won't be played by rocky!"

"It's not just sol. The three of them can't catch up with the boy!" Frejia sighed, "Haila is too tough, sol is easy to take charge, and rocky is too calculating, but now it's OK. Sol and rocky are much better than before! Just Haila! "

"Alas!" When talking about his eldest daughter, Odin sighed again, and then he raised his gangier to activate the power of thunder.

"What are you doing?" Friga looked at Odin and said puzzled.

"Let me help him!" Odin said with a smile, and then he applied another seal outside the barrier and welded the door where Fisher went out.

"I'm in, I'm out, I'm in again, I'll... Lie in the trough!"

Fisher, who was jumping and enjoying, suddenly found that he couldn't leave again. No matter how bright the sword of victory was, he couldn't control the boundary. He reacted in an instant. Shit, Odin came to pit me!

Good chance!

Although I don't know why the other party stopped, looking at Fisher with the empty door wide open, Hella's double swords were in his hand and stabbed Fisher's chest.

“Duang！”

Fisher parried the stab with his backhand, injected psionics into the big sword, then attached to the blade and burst, forcing Hella back.

"If the old one is wilting and the small one is grumpy, the hostess is better!" As he spoke, Fisher's left hand lit up a golden sword again, which was the big sword he had seized from the missionary.

"God above, isn't he?"

With the double swords in hand, Fisher no longer defended. One golden sword and one white sword tore the space and directly launched an assault on Haila himself.

The fierce offensive made Haila shine in her eyes. After being locked up here for so long, she could finally have a good fight.

Facing the incoming sword, the goddess of death also resolutely gave up her defense and hit Fisher back with double swords.

The dead space blew up a storm. In the center of the storm, there was a surging golden flame and the power of thunder. What tangled with the flame was the power of death with countless dead souls wailing. The two forces collided, exploded, disappeared, and then erupted again.

Fisher's swordsmanship is strictly the top one. Although he doesn't practice much himself, he comes from Paradise Island, elite swordsmanship, combat experience with missionaries, and psionic energy gives him time perception. His open and close swordsmanship overwhelms Hella.

With the shock wave from the collision and explosion of the four blades, their bodies separated briefly. Fisher's vibrating gold armor was full of scratches, and the nano armor below had been exposed in some places. There were several more wounds on Haila's body, many clothes were broken, and the spring light leaked out.

"You are stronger than last time!" Feeling the physical pain, Hella showed a happy smile. Fisher's psychic powers were like bone gangrene for her. Those forces not only purified the surrounding space and her dead, but also could not let her use the force of death to repair her wound. However, she was very happy because the pain made her feel that she was really alive.

"Come again!"

Compared with Fisher's aggressive fencing, Hella's fencing is more like a dance, a graceful dance of death. Because her power is restrained, Hella's blade can only aim at Fisher's key, but the other party's luxury equipment is like a hedgehog. Often she can't break the defense, and she gets a cold shoulder.

Seeing that he would be defeated if he fought again, Hella dodged away from the regiment and was ready to gather the power of death again. Fisher naturally planned the same. The turbulent psionic flame was compressed on the blade by him, and when he accumulated power, the purified power of death around him was continuously filled into the Star torch, making the psionic power on the blade more and more huge, Even Fisher could feel that the whole border was helping him accumulate skills.

With the accumulation of the big move, a condensed force of death collided with Fisher's psionic impact. The two forces continued to devour and suppress each other. Finally, Fisher's psionic power prevailed.

The power of death is like the bacteria surrounded by penicillin. Haila, who feels her body hollowed out, can only watch the golden psionic storm grow larger and larger, and finally burst, illuminating the dark world and throwing countless shining stars at the same time.

The fallen Haila stretched out her hand to catch a little light, but found that these lights went deep into her skin and brought a trace of warmth.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Looking at Fisher standing next to her, Haila's single hand spread, "you won. Now you can kill me and remove a heart disease for Odin!"

To Hella's surprise, Fisher didn't do it. Instead, he simply lay down and rubbed her arm shamelessly.

"In fact, you want to revenge Odin. I have a good idea!"