Meiman: Assassin Wushuang of a Wizard of Science

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The blood on the ground is like the charming flowers of the other side, growing on the strength of Li Fan and Deathstroke in the hall.

Every move the two make will make the Bana flower on the ground grow a little.

Deathstroke waved his double blades as if he were painting with blood. The scarlet one eye under the armor was proof of the advent of the devil, proof of the transformation of a mercenary into an inhumane bloodthirsty monster.

He kicked away the obstructing Solomon's body, held the blade in his right hand, and turned into a ferocious black and yellow whirlwind and rushed towards Li Fan.

Naturally, Thunder and Lightning, who had liberated Jack the Ripper, would not stand idle.

The katana was sheathed and then shot out suddenly.

boom!

There was another crisp cry, but this time the sound was so harsh and discordant.

"No, Deathstroke is in danger!"

"Oh? What happened."

Deadshot kept observing the movements on the field with his eyes wide open.

Just now he clearly saw that one of Deathstroke's swords was broken.

Deadshot and Deathstroke have always been the biggest rivalry in the mercenary world, but their private friendship is still good.

After all, this is what their line of work is like. One second they may be drinking and having a fight, and the next second they may be fighting each other.Therefore, they often keep a clear distinction between public and private affairs. Once the contract ends, the two of them will get together to drink and fight.

From the moment Deathstroke stabbed himself in the ribs, everyone present had already formed a consensus - this was a tough battle.

So everyone who was captured just watched the visual feast quietly, and at the same time they had their own little plans in mind - especially the Riddler who didn't speak after that.

"Humph, you can't fight now?" The red-eyed Jack the Ripper said sharp trash talk and flicked his sword.

"Tsk~ How is that possible? It's not over yet."

Deathstroke, who still maintained a trace of reason, began to flip through his tactical backpack. Li Fan just stood aside without any obstruction, just watching as he assembled the iron rods together to form a military tactical commander. stick.

"Actually, I can see that you still deliberately suppress yourself. I guess it's because you have to abide by Spider-Batman's no-kill principle?"

As he spoke, he conveniently gave himself an injection of adrenaline from his chest.

"Now, I think we should be on the same starting line."

Li Fan raised his head and laughed when he heard this, "Hahaha, that's really interesting."

"Do you really want to die that much? Then I will make it happen for you!"

Jack the Ripper put the katana in his hand back into its sheath, and the murderous intent in his eyes surged in all directions like a tide.

Everyone who felt this oppression took a deep breath and made their own contribution to global warming.

But the death knell was like an icebreaker in the river and sea, cutting off the water rushing towards him and getting ready to attack.

Both of them knew that they had been in a stalemate for a long time, and now both sides' physical strength had begun to decline.

So they all stood still on the spot, planning to use the last move to win.

Gradually, the surrounding environment began to become unusually quiet.

The distant sound of car explosions disappeared.

The cries of people downstairs dispersed.

The crackling fire in the room went out.

The breeze that blew past my ears stopped.

The only thing left in Deathstroke's eyes is thunder and lightning, and the only thing left in Thunderbolt's eyes is Deathstroke.

"Ah!"

As a roar came from an unknown direction, the two of them started to move instantly.

With his right hand holding Muramasa tightly in the scabbard, Li Fan's eyes glowed red.

He compressed all the strength in his body to the limit and carried out the fatal blow with the assistance of Hawkeye.

Concentrate a little bit and get to the top!

Thunderbolt flashes!

The positions of the two people intertwined in an instant.

Then there was a red skyline crossing the death knell.

Sa!

With just one thrust of the sword, the sand and rocks were flying, and the sky and the earth were darkened.

A long stick was inserted into Li Fan's left shoulder and penetrated the entire shoulder blade, but his expression did not change at all.

Looking at the front again, Death Knell tremblingly held his abdomen and stood there with difficulty.

"It's really interesting. What kind of move is this?"

"Behead all enemies without stopping, behead no one without stopping..."

The eighth-level sky, the sword cuts the sword, and the golden skyline. "

Li Fan slowly put away the high-frequency weekly knife that glowed as red as blood in his hand and murmured in a low voice.

"What a powerful move. I will fulfill my promise."

"Want to learn? I can teach you next time."

"Oh, I'm Deathstroke."

"If you weren't, I wouldn't bother to teach you."

"Oh, I remember. Old hunter, you are very powerful."

Slowly uttering these words, Deathstroke's strength dissipated in an instant, and he fell to the ground as if his soul had been drained.

The second the black-and-yellow super mercenary gave up, the lightning equipment all over Li Fan completely dissipated.

In order to prevent him from losing strength and falling, he could only kneel on one knee to maintain his balance.

"Ahem, damn it. How come time flies by so fast."

Li Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, put his right hand on a long tactical stick and began to take deep breaths.

Let's face it, Deathstroke is a terrible character.

After dealing with Li Fan for such a long time, he still maintained his superb combat effectiveness and the strong willpower to suppress the animal nature in his body.

He also used his physical strength to insert the tactical stick into his biochemical armor.

"hiss..."

While diverting his attention, Li Fan suddenly pulled out the long stick, and the blood hole on his shoulder continued to spurt out blood.

"Ask a question? What kind of person is best at keeping secrets?"

The dark barrel of the gun was pressed against the back of Li Fan's head, and it also brought an old riddle.

"It's dead."

"The answer is correct, but it's a pity that there are no points!"

The Riddler was holding the cane with one hand and pressing Li Fan's forehead with the other, his expression full of pride and ferocity.

When Li Fan and Deathstroke started fighting, he tried every means to escape.

It wasn't until he discovered that he was afraid of fire that he was able to escape successfully.

Of course, he just kept pretending that he was still on the wall and wanted to wait for the game between the two to end and make a profit.

"You know what? I was supposed to say a riddle and then threaten you with your life if you wanted to join my side?"

Halfway through the Riddler's words, the hammer of the pistol in his hand was ready to go.

"It's a pity that you soiled my clothes. I think we have nothing to say."

But Li Fan suddenly turned around, grabbed the gun in Nygma's hand, and pressed it against his forehead.

"Just shoot, I'm not the same as Batman, I'm the evil spirit of Gotham.

I will appear in front of you again sooner or later, I swear! "

Li Fan suddenly stood up and stared at the cuckold in front of him with his scarlet eyes.

"Honestly, it's pretty scary."

Nygma looked at Li Fan in front of him and tilted his head subconsciously, but looking at his bleeding arm, Nygma laughed again.

"Okay, devil, we'll see you in hell."