Marvel: Start with the Eight Wonders

A chill ran down Qinghuai's back. He had made a mistake.

Humanity's inherent thinking made him completely misguided.

Who says you will definitely die if you chop off your head!Who said that the physiological structure of aliens is the same as that on earth!

No one said that!

The silk thread pulls the head and body, merging bit by bit,

Qing Huai stood up from the snow with his arms supported. There was not much Qi left in his body, and he was exhausted physically and mentally. The space ring and the soul gem were given to Pietro and he did not bring them himself.

If Hyperion is resurrected, it will really be Barbie Q!

Without saying a word, Qing Huai grabbed the Chunjun sword and slashed towards the golden thread, but Hyperion grabbed the sword again midway.

The scar on his neck disappeared in a flash, and Hyperion smiled ferociously, "Oh, it seems you failed."

Qing Huai finally understood why Hyperion walked into the Qimen Bureau without any scruples before. It was not arrogance, but confidence!Absolute confidence!

I am confident that I can’t kill him even if I activate Luanjin Tuo!

Hyperion's eyes condensed with dazzling light, and his atomic sight spurted out again, and Qing Huai's entire body was blasted away!

In time, the golden light spell drawn by the Tongtian Rui blocked most of the attacks for Qinghuai and then shattered. The remaining laser rays burned a wound on Qinghuai's chest, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Burning and stinging sensations filled Qinghuai's nerves. He glanced down, with a stern look on his face. He hadn't been hurt in a long time.

All the previous victories always gave him the illusion of invincibility. Although he knew that he was not truly invincible, he still felt that he could survive most things.

Hyperion's unconventional physique woke him up today. He was not invincible, nor was he without any tricks.

He will be injured or even die!

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the days of licking blood from the edge of a knife in his previous life.

Sure enough, after being at ease for a long time, you will become dull.

Looking at Hyperion's burly body slowly walking toward him, Qing Huai adjusted his breathing. Red energy enveloped his whole body, and the wounds on his body gradually healed.

Hyperion raised his eyebrows with interest, "Interesting..."

"Hey!" Qing Huai let out a long breath, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Hyperion, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Don't steal my lines."

The cloak behind Hyperion's back was fluttering in the cold wind. He approached Qinghuai with his hands behind his back, "Actually, from the perspective of you earthlings, you have just killed me once."

Qing Huai glanced at the sword box stuck in the snow in the distance and asked deliberately: "So why are you still standing here?"

Hyperion stretched out his hand and nodded his head, "Just cutting it off won't work, you have to destroy it!"

"I understand." Qing Huai said with a look of sudden realization, "It's so powerful that there won't even be any scum left. Let's try it next time."

He didn't know if what Hyperion was saying now was true. He only knew that it was almost impossible to escape under the eyes of this little Superman, even... harder than killing him again.

"Next time?" Hyperion smiled contemptuously, "Okay!... But now, it's my turn!"

Hyperion instantly arrived in front of Qinghuai and pushed him away with both hands!

Qinghuai felt like he was hit by a speeding train and flew hundreds of meters in a perfect parabola!

Qing Huai suddenly understood the old man's helplessness when he played the big timeout. Unfortunately, he didn't even have kryptonite now.

Well, it's not a product of one world, and Kryptonite is of no use to Hyperion.

But fortunately, to this day, he still has a trump card!

Standing still in the snow again, Qing Huai sighed, "I originally wanted to use it next time, but now it seems that it's enough to keep it for next time."

Suddenly, Qing Huai's eyes flashed and he raised his arm, "Mr. Hyperion, please enjoy...Hundred Ghosts Walking!"

Yin spirits of various shapes roared out, covering the sky and the sun...

Even Hyperion was shocked for a moment and whispered to himself: "Can this guy really be called a human?"

But the next second, Hyperion smiled again, "It would be more interesting to kill a guy like this!"

Hyperion flew towards Qinghuai again, passed through the group of hundreds of ghosts at super speed, raised his palm and thrust it into Qinghuai like a knife!

But it was blocked by a force in the middle!

Qing Huai smiled slightly, and between him and Hyperion, a Yin spirit slowly appeared.

Immortal Soul - Red Skull!

This Yin spirit has no special abilities, except for one thing: it is immortal!

Just suitable as a human shield, ah no, a spiritual shield!

Although he was immortal, the Red Skull still wailed when the knife was inserted into his spirit body, "It hurts so much..."

Hyperion frowned, and just as he was about to take his hand out, the cloth balloon instantly flew over and penetrated his body!

The cloth balloon targets the soul, even if Hyperion's physical defense is high, it will be useless!

After a moment of "lost soul", Hyperion was furious, and the blazing golden light once again appeared in his eyes, but before he could release it, Qing Huai's blue hand with yellow veins flowing through it had already been clasped on his. Temple!

Although he did not bring the spiritual scepter, Qing Huai had swallowed up some gem energy. At this time, they were about to take effect.

Both hands and spiritual power fell on the spiritual shield like a rain of arrows from the sky, overwhelming!

Hyperion was in a trance for a moment, and then he finally sprayed out a seemingly endless sight of atoms. But at this time, Qinghuai had already turned behind him and locked him tightly with the hundreds of ghosts that had gathered, suppressing him in the snow. On the ground!

One cheek was buried in the cold snow, and the atomic sight stretched thousands of miles across the horizon!

Qing Huai used all the Qi in his body to combine with the energy of the Mind Stone to destroy the mind shield created by Gao Tianzun and invade Hyperion's thoughts!

This is the second to last trump card he can currently use, and he must succeed!

Deep in the soul, a crisp cracking sound sounded, and the cracks spread in the mental shield, and then collapsed!

When Qi was exhausted, Qing Huai finally successfully entered Hyperion's mind!

"Superman, right..." Blood dripped from Qinghuai's nose. His face turned pale and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Call me daddy!"

The indestructible spiritual will broke into Hyperion's mind, like a king's order, like destiny, and cannot be disobeyed!

The light in his eyes finally dissipated completely, and Hyperion also completely stopped resisting. He was pinned down in the snow by hundreds of ghosts, his expression as dull as a puppet.

Qing Huai held the fish intestine sword in his hand with his backhand and raised it high to stab down, but a huge feeling of fatigue swept over Qing Huai like an overwhelming feeling.

The cold wind was biting and ghosts were swaying, but Qinghuai couldn't resist his body's instinct after all, and fell headlong on Hyperion's back...

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Like a dream, Qinghuai had a dream.

In the dream, he was an ordinary person with no superpowers. He was hit by a car when aliens invaded the earth, and his last moments created a dream.

Then the dream scene rotated, and he saw a woman looking at him. Her face could not be seen clearly, but she had a good figure, which just made Qinghuai feel uncomfortable.

It's hard to explain, it's like all the living things in the world can't get close to this woman, and when she appears in front of you, it means... you are dead!

After realizing this, Qinghuai woke up from his dream. The woman in front of him also disappeared, and the surroundings immediately transformed into the vast starry sky.

I woke up from the dream, but not completely.

In the darkness, a guy who was far taller than a normal human slowly emerged from the throne. The golden gloves on the seat clenched his fists...

Fake!

How could I dream about this guy?

Qinghuai opened his eyes suddenly and breathed rapidly.

This time I really woke up.

The fragrance of flowers is refreshing, the white gauze hangs by the window, and outside the window is the bright snow scene.

Obviously, he is no longer in Antarctica.

He must have been brought back by Doctor Strange...

Just as he was thinking about this, a man's voice, who was not young, sounded from outside the door, "Wake up, kid."

Qinghuai followed the sound and saw a middle-aged bald man sitting in a wheelchair.

Qing Huai frowned, this couldn't be...that place.

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