Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

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"Scott, we really want to..."

Storm hesitated, as if afraid of making him angry.

"Scott, I didn't mean to refute you." Colossus nodded, and followed: "I'm just... worried that if we cooperate with that guy, it may not end well in the end, Stephen. Strange is too insidious."

"Don't worry, Aurora, Piot."

Cyclops evoked a sneer, with a sly look flashing in the bottom of his eyes, staring at the place where Doctor Strange left, and said: "I only promised him to collect the saint's body, but I did not promise who will be handed over to him in the end."

"Since the saint's body is so important, everyone is fighting for it."

"Perhaps after we figure out its purpose, we can **** all the remains and use them ourselves."

Storm and Colossus smiled, this was the Scott they knew.

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In the endless desert, two figures slowly moved forward.

On the hot sand, there were two trails of winding tracks, crossing the dunes one after another.

"Damn the weather, it's too hot?!"

Kuaiyin wiped the sweat on his forehead, looked down at his soaked clothes, and said with a bitter expression: "If I could use my abilities, I would have reached the finish line long ago."

"Stop complaining, Pietro." Hawke, who was carrying supplies in front of him, turned around and said breathlessly, "You should be glad that everyone can't use abilities, otherwise we will be killed by Cyclops when we are there. ."

"I know, I'm just complaining, Uncle Hawk."

Kuaiyin pouted, put up a pergola on his forehead, and looked into the distance: "How long until we get out?"

Hawke stopped, squinted his eyes and swept it roughly, and estimated silently in his heart, saying: "At the current speed, you can walk out of the desert and reach the Gobi Desert before it gets dark."

"It's too far, it's too far!"

Kuaiyin cried and held his head in his hands: "It's still so far away, I want to give up!"

"Hey, Pietro, have you forgotten the professor's entrustment?" Hawke, with a black line, secretly said that the young people today are really impatient, and helplessly reassured: "Don't forget, Wanda is still waiting for you. Woolen cloth!"

Wanda? professor?

As soon as he heard these two names, Kuaiyin immediately cheered up, and the flames rekindled in his eyes.

"You're right, Uncle Hawk!" Kuaiyin clenched his fists and said full of fighting spirit: "We can't give up, Wanda and the professor are waiting, we must win the final victory!"

The fighting spirit of Kuaiyin, like a chicken blood, surpassed Hawke in a few steps.

"Uncle Hawk, don't procrastinate behind. Now is not the time to take a walk. We must speed up and surpass others!"

Who is in front of me kneeling there and shouting to give up!

Hawke was speechless and waved his hand weakly: "Yes, yes, please slow down a little and take care of me, okay? I'm forty-five years old this year, but I don't have as much physical strength as you."

Although Kuaiyin ran very fast, he was still behind, following him unhurriedly.

"Pietro, walk slowly."

Hawk shouted: "It's too fast, I can't catch up with you."

"what-!"

However, at this moment, Kuaiyin let out a scream, and the whole person suddenly disappeared from his sight.

For a moment, Hawke was facing a big enemy, his eyes widened, his muscles tightened, and he glanced around nervously: "Pietro? Where are you? Come out quickly, Pietro!"

His voice echoed in the desert, but got no reply.

It's an attack!

Hawk Tong Kong shrank suddenly, and immediately realized that they were attacked, and the other party had been planning for a long time!

Before he could think further, the sand under his feet seemed to be flowing, forming a vortex like quicksand. In less than a second, it was about to devour his calf. The speed was astonishing.

"Roar!"

Hawk roared, his muscles swelled and his clothes were broken, turning into a werewolf more than two meters tall.

Then, using his limbs, he ran out of the vortex-like quicksand with his excellent explosive power and came to another higher sand dune, watching there with longing heart.

"It's dangerous, if you slow down another second or two, the whole person will be swallowed!"

Hawke wiped the sweat from his forehead, and analyzed his brain calmly: "How can there be such a terrible quicksand? Is it an enemy attack, or...other reasons?"

"Help... help—!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from under the quicksand.

Is it Pietro's cry for help? !

Hawke heard that the owner of the voice was the missing Pietro, so he shouted: "Pietro, is that you? Are you under this quicksand? What happened?"

"Save me first... go up..."

Pietro's voice was getting lower and lower, and it seemed to sound further and further away.

"Damn, he's about to be swallowed up by quicksand!" Hawke's ears moved, and according to the return of the voice, he quickly judged that Kuaiyin was about ten meters away from the surface, and it was a cavity with extremely fast speed. Speed ​​down.

The range of the quicksand continues to expand, and looking from the dune where he is located, it looks like... a demon's claw print!

Yes, the quicksand was like a demon's palm print, and the savage claws were clearly visible.

"This place... is a bit evil!"

Hawke was sweating wildly on his forehead, even if he didn't dare to go in rashly, otherwise it would only make the situation worse.

But if you don't go in, how can you save Kuaiyin?

For a time, he was caught in a dilemma, not knowing how to make a choice.

"If you are in a desperate situation, turn to the stigmata for help."

Suddenly, a voice rang in his ear.

"Who's talking?!" Hawke shuddered and turned around, but found no one.

"If you are in a desperate situation, turn to the stigmata for help."

The voice sounded again, and it was still in his ears, but this time, Hawke clearly saw a silhouette, which seemed to be a middle-aged man with a thorn-like crown on his head.

"Help... stigmata?"

Hawke lowered his head and looked at the mark on the back of his hand: "Stigma, is this the mark?"

"Hawk...I can't take it anymore..."

Pietro's cry for help sounded again, only this time, he became weaker.

"Fake, now is not the time to think about this!" Hawke gritted his teeth, regardless of whether this thing was a trap or not, he intuitively planned to believe the voice and shouted loudly: "If you really... If you help us, save Pietro!"

Om-!

A red stigmata faded away, leaving only the traces of Dandan.

At the same time, a terrifying storm suddenly blew up, with a huge suction like a dragon sucking water, pulling the quicksand up from the ground dozens of meters high, forming a desert tornado, and Kuaiyin was just dragged up.

"Actually...really successful?!"

Hawke's eyes widened, but he didn't expect the 'stigmata' to be real, and responded to his request.

"Cough...cough..." Kuaiyin knelt on the sand beside him, coughed wildly, slapped his chest hard, let the sand in his mouth come out, and said with a shocked face : "Almost... almost died!"

Hawke came over, UU was reading www.uukanshu. Com patted him on the back and said, "I'll let you go slower, now you'll regret it!"

"Stop it, Uncle Hawk."

Kuaiyin turned his head with a wry smile, while poking the sand out of his mouth, he stretched out his hand and said, "Give me some water, I want to clean the innermost sand. Damn, it's so uncomfortable."

However, Hawke didn't answer, but stared straight at his arm.

"Pietro... What is it that you are holding in your hand?!" Hawke said with a horrified expression.

"What's holding on to it?"

Kuaiyin looked puzzled, then looked down and jumped up from the sand in fright: "Mum! Mu Nai Yin!"

I saw only the front end of the forearm, which has been completely weathered, like Mu Nai Yin's withered arm, and it is connected with his original arm, as if the two have merged.

"What is this?!"

Hawke stared at the arm, but suddenly there was a greed in his heart to take it as his own.