I Am In Marvel

'Bah--'

The genre plaque on the inner wall of the gym was smeared with large smears of bright red blood, and Jian Lao's body, which was fatally wounded, fell on the floor, and there was no sign of life.

The hall was dead silent. Hundreds of swordsmanship disciples opened their mouths in astonishment. Sadness, anger, hatred, shock, and fear were all complicated on their faces.

Kyle's expression was indifferent, his left hand clenching his fist was withdrawn calmly, and his right hand wearing a Zhenjin armguard was still holding the tip of the sword.

The skills are all inferior, only the variation is high.

The clade of this world is so inexplicable!

When the strength, speed, neural response, physical strength, etc. are all beyond the crushing situation, you are unparalleled in swordsmanship, and there is no strange energy involved. After all, it is the body of an ordinary person.

Only the hidden magic and alien racial talents in the world, and the future black technology products after the 21st century, may be able to surpass his current progress in mutation evolution!

And the ancient one's mage organization aims to protect the earth, the black panther country is safe and secure, the deadline for the invasion of outer space races and gods has not yet come, and the twenty-first century is still far away by more than fifty years...

There are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are kings!

During this World War II period, Kyle dared to walk sideways in a defiant manner, who would not accept it and fight!

In the hall of the gymnasium, the woman in kimono stared blankly at the tragically dead Jian Lao, her beautiful eyes full of hatred and resentment, she suddenly snatched the sword from a swordsmanship disciple beside her, and rushed towards Kyle in a maddened manner.

Kyle turned around indifferently, flicked his right wrist slightly, and the great sword in his hand was projected with a 'boom' sound, penetrating the woman's chest with extreme speed, and the hilt of the sword sunk in and dragged the opponent's body backward until it was fatally nailed to the door of the hall.

"Elder Jian! Senior Sister!!" The remaining hundreds of swordsmanship disciples in the gym had their eyes split open. They could no longer hold back their grief and anger, and roared towards Kyle, who was in the middle of the hall with swords in hand.

"It's okay to go up early." Kyle shrugged boringly, the liquid black silk of the venom battle suit formed a protective hood on his neck, his own mask-like flashing scarlet eyes, and his clenched fists were Outwardly stretched out faint dark claws.

Venom is fully covered! Claw Mode!

Kyle squatted down with his feet and sprinted with a little energy. His body was like a steel body. Several people also vomited blood and were knocked down and flew out the door.

The feet accelerated and burst into a powerful sprint, and Kyle's claws slashed and slashed without stopping. Every blow caused a splash of blood, and several young people fell to the ground screaming and screaming.

The swordsmanship disciples rushed forward and attacked without fear of death. Most of the slashes fell on him, but they failed to break the tough protective coat of the Venom suit. Even if the powerful sword strike barely broke the Venom suit and cut a slender bloodstain on the underlying muscle surface, but the blood had not overflowed, and the minor wounds had completely recovered as before.

It seemed that instead of being besieged by hundreds of people, it was more like a liger breaking into the flock. Kyle incarnates a war machine called Slaughter, constantly harvesting weak lives.

When the hall of the gym fell into a long silence again, Kyle took a big breath and paced out of the courtyard with bloody footprints. The bright sunlight fell on his devilish dark appearance, and it still became cold and quiet. cold.

Venom quickly disguised as Risang's usual clothes. He returned to his 'passer-by' disguise identity, and left the sword school gym full of blood and fuel smells leisurely and naturally.

Three minutes later, the main gym of the Shinto Innocent Sword Sect burst into flames. The fire was so serious that it spread uncontrollably to more than a dozen sword sect gym buildings.

The raging flames devoured everything in the sword sect gym, as well as the centuries-old Shinto no-mind sword sect foundation.

Tokyo, the Imperial Palace.

The emperor, dressed in gorgeous and noble robes, was standing on the altar of the mansion, delivering speeches and statements to the nearly 1,000 people in the gate courtyard.

His face was majestic, full of aura of peace against the backdrop of his robes, and he looked down at the people as noble as a god.

"The devil from the American Empire committed heinous crimes while taking advantage of the empty air base, but he will soon be sanctioned by the military warriors sheltered by the gods. Everyone must believe in us, we have the ability and confidence..."

Seeing that the people below had no doubts about their 'God', the Emperor kept a faint smile. He was just about to finish the rest of the speech when a subordinate abruptly walked up to the altar, causing his words to stop.

The emperor frowned unhappily, but when his subordinates approached him and hurriedly reported a few words in his ear, his face changed in horror.

"Well, that, let's go here first today." The emperor's face was pale, and he responded casually with a few words at the end, and then withdrew from the altar with the help of his subordinates.

Beneath the altar, the people who were listening with relish and were in a relaxed mood were slightly taken aback, and they looked at each other and started talking, not knowing what happened.

"Shinto's mindless sword sect gym, was it really all buried in a fire?" Returning to the inner room of the Emperor's mansion, the Emperor took a deep breath and asked with difficulty.

"The fire broke out and spread too fast. When the fire brigade arrived, more than a dozen gymnasium buildings had been burned down. We were at the scene and only found this thing..." The subordinate said, and slowly took it out of his pocket. A card, the black demon on the card is grinning at the outside.

Looking at the card, the emperor could no longer sit on the ground calmly, took the demon card from his subordinate in fear, and took out the card with the exact same demon pattern on the back from his body.

The format and pattern of the two demon cards are the same, and the material seems to be iron metal, so it was not destroyed in the fire. The pattern on the front of the demon card is one square brick and one plum blossom.

"He is declaring war on our country alone, does he have to play the full fifty-four cards?" The Emperor said through gritted teeth.

"His Majesty the Emperor..." The subordinate sighed softly.

"You go and inform Commander Sasaki and allow him to dispatch all the armed forces who stay in Risang Tokyo! Be sure to fight back!" The emperor quietly clenched his fists and said coldly when he made a choice: "Also, let the ninjas who sheltered the emperor's palace. Organize action! My safety is down to the second, and the first goal is to kill that man!"

"His Majesty the Emperor, absolutely! Your safety is the top priority!" his subordinates persuaded.

The emperor shook his head and said, "No need to say more. When he has played all fifty-four cards, I will no longer be a kingdom of Risang! What's the use of the emperor and gods?"

"His purpose, in fact..." The subordinate hesitated and did not say further.

"We are a strong country of samurai! How can we bow to him alone!" The Emperor glared at him, waved his long sleeves, and said firmly.

At this time, in the Jiangxia district of Risang Tokyo, in front of the main building of the Wuzhu Xinjian Ryujian Sect.

Kyle strode forward, the dark suit revealed as before, he faced several guards at the door and broke in, "I'm Kyle, come to challenge!"