MTL - American Manga God-Chapter 735 Widow Sister vs Proxima Centauri

While Thanos was busy dealing with the King Hulk, a long-lost female figure first stood up to attack.

The bizarre green tights outlines his slender and plump figure vividly, and the blond hair is scattered, and under the extreme divine power, there is no wind and no wind.

Rao is that the great divine realm called Asgard no longer exists, and some of the divine power is still preserved, enough for a few minor gods to play.

For example, the Charm Witch Amora!

Holding her hands high, the witch who once charmed the common people now has a divine taste.

"Wake up! Warriors of Asgard!"

"You are the inheritors of the great Asgard, not the lackeys of the world-destroying overlord!"

"In the name of Thor, the king of the Aesir! Sober up—"

The so-called charm technique is actually a kind of distortion of the mind. With a little change, it can become a magic that washes the mind.

Without the infusion of new Mind Stone power, it would not be too difficult for Amora to bring back those bewildered Asgardian warriors.

The battle was repeated for a while.

The political commissar's ebony throat was as deep as water, he raised his hand and greeted Proxima Dark Night: "Kill that woman!"

Unexpectedly, a shadow appeared silently behind Proxima Dark Night, and an inconspicuous dagger seemed to simply stab the back of Proxima Dark Night. It didn't even have Proxima Centauri's body armor. puncture.

In theory, Proxima Dark Night was not injured, but in fact, a shadowy power that Proxima had completely unexpected was injected into her body. This gloomy force hit her body, numbing her nerves. She froze involuntarily.

【Sneak Attack】!

World of Warcraft thieves start tricks.

Unless it encounters a very powerful enemy, it can paralyze the enemy for four seconds.

Four seconds, this is quite a deadly period of time among the masters.

Standing at the top of the planet, Proxima Centauri certainly won't be paralyzed for so long, but the short-term physical stagnation allowed Black Widow to accomplish what she wanted to do.

The divine dagger obtained from the treasure house of Asgard danced brightly in the void, and with the graceful figure of the widow sister, it felt like a sword dance, rather than a premeditated assassination.

Without the cooperation of the master's movements, the dagger cut through the dark armor of Proxima Centauri without any effort, just like a **** unraveling an ox, dismantling the armor on her body into pieces the size of a slap without touching Proxima Centauri's body at all. , not even the clothes were cut.

Until everything is completed, Proxima Centauri's backhand is a trident in shame and anger, and Sister Widow is twisting her **** pace, seeming to dodge Proxima Centauri's counterattack slowly and quickly.

On the battlefield, the stench of the wind was blowing constantly, mixed with the blood of aliens and earthlings. In this environment where even the wind seemed to be blood-colored, Sister Widow's fiery red hair was even more dazzling.

The two sides stood at a distance of five meters, and no soldier dared to approach the eldest sister-level duel.

Proxima Dark Night's face was sullen, and words came out of the translator: "Who are you? I won't kill nobody under the halberd!"

"Avengers member [Black Widow] Natasha Romanov! A heroine who is about to kill you!" Sister Widow said coldly.

"Huh? It seems that I have seen too many arrogant little girls like you." Proxima Dark Night stretched out a dark tongue as long as a snake and licked the corner of his mouth: "But it seems that you are such a beautiful head, I will definitely cut it off. Come down and use it as a souvenir."

Who is Miss Widow?

The famous female agent and heroine, she knows a lot more than the guy in the neighboring star bunker!

The widow sister was not angry, and smiled charmingly: "I only need your trident!"

"Humph!" When it came to the end, it was Proxima Dark Night that couldn't hold back.

Even if she recognized in her heart that Sister Widow was qualified to fight her, she couldn't say it.

Fight to fight!

The trident in Proxima Centauri's hand has been like a black lightning, hanging from the top of the widow sister's head.

The five-meter distance between her and Sister Widow was originally a distance that was both estranged and approaching—but at this moment, the sharp edge of the trident came to Sister Widow's face with a strange sense of heaviness.

Sister Widow fully understood how dangerous the blow that occupied her entire field of vision was. It was as if thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were torn apart on the top of her head.

The one who can bombard and destroy a planet with thunder and lightning, like Thor who just appeared on the stage, is at the planet level.

It can be condensed into a single blow with the strongest force, and it can be invincible, or it can be planetary level.

The attack of Proxima Centauri can definitely blow the bow of a shieldless cosmic dreadnought.

However, it is such a shocking power, condensed into a small square inch, that the widow sister has to pay the highest attention to this kind of power.

Obviously it is a halberd, and the thrust of Proxima Centauri in the dark night gives people a sense of heaviness. As soon as she stabs, it gives people a feeling of being so small and unavoidable.

Sister Widow has never experienced such an attack, but in the occasional test with Thor, she can experience a similar avalanche of landslides and tsunamis, especially after Thor came back with the [Storm Battle Axe], the momentum was even greater.

Compared to the full version of Thor, Proxima Night is nothing.

Sister Widow simply closed her eyes and put the two daggers on top of each other.

Proxima Centauri sneered in his heart - he dared to use a light weapon such as a dagger against a halberd. Among opponents of the same level, light weapons would definitely lose.

The weight of the dagger is destined to be unable to form a solid line of defense - this is common sense!

However, when the trident stabbed, the widow sister took a leaning back iron bridge posture, and the raised double daggers intersected with the trident's blade, flashing a dazzling spark.

If Sister Widow's dagger was iron~www.novelbuddy.com~ at this moment, it would probably explode or let out a pitiful cry, but the double dagger in Sister Widow's hand is like the conductor of a symphony orchestra, less than tenths from the head of the halberd. A rhythmic percussion was issued for a very short period of one second.

"Huh?" Proxima was stunned for a moment.

334554321123322!

Proxima Centauri will never know, this is Beethoven's Ode to Joy.

It's just that this mysterious rhythm naturally caused Proxima Centauri's doubts. Even if she subconsciously pressed the trident down, the unparalleled surging force penetrated the widow sister's head inch by inch along her halberd head. Arms, her movements are still half a beat slower.

Originally, this would have been an inevitable blow.

As a result, the widow sister was forced to pull out an opportunity.

The inheritance of the thief heroine Valeera, and countless trainings, have obtained the most perfect integration at this moment. The widow sister's graceful movements are like lightning. The trident in Proxima Centauri's hand suddenly shot into the air.