I am not a half-breed who masters the Eight Wonders

Never give it to Odin!

Her eyes were determined, as if she could sharpen two golden knife lights.

Odin looked into her eyes and shook his head: "Joermungandr, it seems that you don't understand the gap between us."

Xia Mi's complexion seemed to turn black in an instant. She was absolutely unable to defeat Odin, and was even reluctant to be an enemy. But she could not retreat, nor could she hand over Chu Zihang. She had to hold Odin back. , until Fenrir sent them out.

Xia Mi fluttered her wings and floated in mid-air, the rocks on the tunnel were shaken down, turning into countless sickle weasels and skeleton dead waiters, the huge nine-headed weasel queen who was dealt with by Gu Bei condensed her body in the wind, Appeared at Xia Mi's feet.

Odin didn't care about Xia Mi's movements. He had absolute strength and absolute confidence, and he could bury the other party here, even if it was the other party's Nibelungen.

The pale dead servant poured in from the big white hole behind him, like a swarm of locusts. Odin grasped the spear in his hand as if holding a knife. Although the posture was a bit weird, but No one will doubt the power contained in it.

Kungunir is a must-hit gun, and what carries it is not strength, but destiny.

In fact, this statement is a bit evil. As the Dragon King, Xia Mi naturally knows much more than ordinary people. In the final analysis, Kungunil's ability to hit the target is only the effect of his speech.

Word Spirit·Sacred Judgment, serial number 100, effect: must hit.

There are no fancy explanations, only the simple two words must be hit, which is enough to explain its power.

Word Spirit and Holy Judgment are affected by the blood class. Higher bloodlines can avoid the holy orders issued by lower bloodlines, while higher bloodlines can only avoid holy orders issued by lower bloodlines.

And when it comes to Odin's rank, there are only a handful of people in this world who can receive his holy order.

At least Xia Mi couldn't handle it.

But Xia Mi didn't plan to obediently raise his hand and surrender, instead he was thinking about how to kill Odin.

Just a joke, this is her Nibelungen. If she dies in her own Nibelungen, even if she can't win at home, she can die together.

Xia Mi made up his mind and began to gather the power of the Nibelungen quietly.

Xia Mi and Odin are both accumulating energy.

At their level, any gimmicks and temptations are superfluous. After each other's talk, they will throw big moves at each other. Most of the time, one move will determine the outcome, and if the first move fails, they will do it again until one party dies completely.

Odin has already raised Kungunir in his hand.

Xia Mi also condensed the power of the Nibelungen to its peak. She knew that she couldn't avoid it, and she couldn't bear it, but she could trade her life for her life, use the Nibelungen to explode herself, and drag Odin to hell with her.

At the critical moment of this desperate fight, a voice suddenly rushed into the battlefield.

Amidst the whistling wind, there was a boy's voice.

"I will launch a powerful attack!"

139. Please go to death

The depths of the Nibelung.

Xia Mi vibrated his wings and suspended in the tunnel, with the nine-headed weasel queen at his feet, and the endless group of weasels and skeleton dead waiter behind him.

Odin sat on the back of Sleipnir's horse, and large swaths of pale Deadpool melted into the Nibelungen from the broken place like a tidal wave.

The two sides stood facing each other, and strength accumulated in their bodies.

Just at the moment when the trigger was on the verge, the boy's voice rushed into the center of the battlefield.

"I will launch a powerful attack!"

"Tianhuo... ah bah, brother, get out of the sheath!"

The rising momentum of the two dragon kings stagnated at the same time, and then they saw a boy with a stern face and no shirt was thrown into the battlefield in a daze.

Chu Zihang: ...

In fact, Chu Zihang himself didn't quite know what happened.

Just now he was sitting on the back of the dragon with Gu Bei, Lao Tang and the others, and the next second, Gu Bei next to him yelled a line with unknown meaning, after which Chu Zihang felt his feet empty, and the scenery in front of him began to fall rapidly , and at the end of the line of sight is a bright golden pupil.

That is a god, riding an eight-legged horse and holding the spear of destiny.

That god's golden pupils were so dazzling that Chu Zihang couldn't see his face clearly even with his eyes wide open, but that image had already been deeply imprinted in his mind.

He recognized the god in front of him.

On a rainy night many years ago, on that highway that did not exist in reality, they had seen it before!

Chu Zihang will never forget that scene.

He was driving a galloping Maybach sedan, and when he turned his head, the man leaped into the air holding a long knife. At that moment, the god stretched out his pale hand in the dark blue cloak...

That hand was wrapped in layers of white cloth, like a mummy's hand.

Under the white robe of God, there are also layers of shrouds.

Odin!

Even though he had expected the opponent this time, when he saw Odin head-on, Chu Zihang's blood still boiled uncontrollably.

He has been chasing this god for many years, all the way from immaturity to maturity, but the trace of God has never been seen, as if he has always been hiding outside the world.

Today he finally found him!

Chu Zihang didn't think too much, his strong body coordination allowed him to easily adjust his posture even in mid-air where there was no focus.

Odin was already in sight, Chu Zihang's body swooped down, he took out the knife left by the man from the tennis bag, Murasame slammed it down on Odin's mask head-on with a cold light!

That's right, it's not chopping, but smashing!

Blade or back, or scabbard?

All of this was meaningless, this blow gathered all of Chu Zihang's strength, even with the handle of a knife, he could still smash some dead waiters to death.

This move is powerful, but unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent.

What was in front of him was not Deadpool, not the third-generation species, nor the second-generation species.

This is the "god" that even the first-generation species should avoid its edge!

In this world, there are only a handful of people who know his origin, and even fewer are able to fight him and defeat him.

Just as a mixed race with relatively good bloodlines, Chu Zihang is naturally not among them.

But he still raised the knife in his hand to the gods.

Is he not aware of the gap between himself and the gods?

No, he is very aware of the gap between himself and God.

He still remembered that the light of the man's knife in the rainy night was like a silver swallow, but the god shot down the nimble bird with just one shot.

Then why did he raise the knife?Why not escape?

How can escape?

If time can be turned back and let him return to the rainy night of that month when he was 15 years old, he must drive a Maybach to crash into God instead of running away...

In the bottom of his heart, he always hated himself for not having the courage to die with his father on that rainy night.

It's good to die like that, not lonely at all.

Now that's fine too...

Either kill God, or die with your best brother and favorite girl.

This ending is not bad...

Chu Zihang held Cun Yu tightly with both hands...

"Smash me!!!"

He glared like a diamond and roared like a lion.

God finally reacted, he moved slightly, raised his head from the cloak, and let out a mocking laugh from under the iron face.

Odin just stretched out his hand and wiped lightly in front of his face, a barrier completely composed of air appeared out of thin air, Murasame's sharp blade was blocked when it met the air barrier, and the alchemy steel and air rubbed against each other to produce a piercing scream, just It's like ten thousand cats stretching out their paws to scratch at the blackboard at the same time.

Chu Zihang's feet landed on the top of Sleipnir's head, and he tried his best to break through the barrier in front of him, but he couldn't penetrate even a centimeter.

Kungunir was as nimble as a fish swimming in Odin's hands, but instead of stabbing the young man in front of him with the sure-to-hit spear, he turned a corner and landed behind him.

The sound of gold and iron colliding echoed in the Nibelungen, Odin shook his hand, and the alchemy sword in the shape of a horizontal knife was sent flying, and then spun in mid-air in violation of the laws of physics, and then returned to Gu Bei's hands.

The pre-skills of the divine machine, the method of refining and the imperial object.

Although time was tight, Gu Bei just casually drew a simple version of the imperial magic circle on the fixed square, but it seemed that the effect was not bad.

Gu Bei waved his hand twice to make sure that Ding Fang did not have any malfunction due to the collision with the artifact like Kungunir, and he was very satisfied immediately.

Turning his head to look at Odin: "As expected of the king of the gods, even a sneak attack can't kill him... Is it possible that he really wants to use the sky fire to kill himself?"

Odin glanced at Fenrir, who was grimacing and looking at him fiercely, and then his golden eyes fell on Gu Bei who was on the back of Fenrir's dragon.

Although his golden pupils are dazzling, ordinary people and even mixed races cannot see the eyes behind the golden light, but for some reason, Gu Bei always feels as if something is licking his whole body.

This Odin is probably not thousands of years old glass.

This is wrong, if Odin was glass, how did Frigga give birth to Sol?

Is it possible...

Gu Bei's thoughts were about to stray, but Odin's voice pulled him back: "A mortal?"

Gu Bei bared his teeth and smiled: "Anyway, it's not a four-legged snake, it's not a big lizard, and it's not a bastard."

Gu Bei basically scolded all the creatures with dragon blood in this world in one sentence, but he didn't get the desired reaction, let alone anger, Odin's emotions didn't even fluctuate at all.

Gu Bei could only sigh again, he deserves to be the king of the gods.

Not paying attention to Gu Bei's trash talk, Odin nodded: "That's a mortal. This is the first time I've seen a mortal like you."

Gu Bei grinned: "How about it, I've learned a lot."

"Ah."

Kungunir twirled in Odin's hand, pointing at Gu Bei from afar: "Although it's a good container, it's a pity that it can't be used by me. It's better to destroy it."

Being pointed at by the sure-to-hit spear, there was no panic on Gu Bei's face, instead the corners of his mouth turned up 90 degrees.

Of course, Gu Bei didn't want to transform into the Dragon King, but...

Gu Bei turned his head to look at Chu Zihang, who was fighting against the air barrier on the horse's head: "Senior brother, that blow just now didn't work well, you need to work harder for the next blow, okay?"

Chu Zihang's eyes fixed, and he understood.