The God of Injustice in Marvel

After walking out of the narrow passage, what appeared in front of Lyon was an extremely huge underground space.

The height is two to three meters, slightly undulating, and the width is about as wide as a football field.

Looking around, there are undeveloped original ecological environments, puddles, and stone pillars everywhere.

"Hey! This hand is not good at anything else, but it is quite good at finding places. It can even find such a top-notch natural cave."

There is a saying that Leon feels that the only thing missing in this underground space is a bat master who plays computer games.

On the wall at the end of the underground space farthest from the exit, several torches inserted into the wall reflected the figures of the five Hand members standing on the stone platform.

"Lion, over there, there are exactly five people."

Now that Leon came out, Tony and the others were of course following closely behind. As soon as they came out of the cave, Tony noticed the group of five people over there.

There is no way, the entire underground space is only brightly lit over there, even a blind person can see it!

Gunsou:......

Matt:…

(I feel offended!!!)

"Well, I guess, that's right."

…

When Leon, with his hands in his pockets, Iron Man floating in the sky, Matt, whose expression could not be seen clearly, and Stickman, who had no expression at all, walked to a place below the altar, someone finally spoke on the altar.

"Where is the letter?"

Leon heard a man speaking. He remembered that the person who could dance the hands the most and the one with the strongest strength were not men. He didn't know how a man could speak first at this time.

And, letter?

Do I look like a postman?

Is there a postman wearing a mask?

Is there a postman wearing iron clothing?

A postman in a red leather suit?

Is there a blind postman who is still in his 70s or 80s and still uses crutches?

Gunsou:...(offended again!)

As we all know, the postman doesn't work on weekends!

"Ah! Well, do you believe it? Your wife said she doesn't love you anymore. She forgot to bring her keys that day and it was thanks to the tutor next door that she didn't get wet in the rain. Later she found out that the neighbor next door can repair water pipes and do massages.

Yes, much better than you~ She didn’t even take your letter, let alone reply to you. My trip was in vain, uncle!”

Once again. Tony once again said with emotion: "Leon, your ability to tell lies is really good."

Patting Leon on the shoulder, Tony said: "But I think the letter he mentioned may be the guy whose head you chopped off."

Leon said: "I am nicknamed Noxus Guillotine. I have cut off the heads of many people. I don't know which one is a letter and which one is an email!"

Tony had a black line on his face, but luckily he couldn't see it because of his visor: "That's the guy in the suit just now!"

oh!!!

Understand Understand!!

"Um, believe it, right? Hahaha, I remembered it, hey! He was wearing the same suit as you, uncle, hehehehe, I chopped him off."

He held his palm up as a knife, slashed diagonally with his right hand in the air, and made a gesture: "That's how it's done."

Leon decided that he might see an angry enemy, roaring and baring his teeth and claws, rushing down to seek revenge on him.

However, he guessed wrong again.

No.

It was still very quiet on stage.

After a while, another female voice spoke: "Gunsou, you are here again. Are you here to die this time?"

I don’t know if it’s Mrs. Gao or another woman with a long name.

Gunsou, who had been very quiet since he arrived at the church, smiled a little at this time.

This smile was very clean and pure, not like the smile of an old man with bloody hands.

At least it shouldn't be a smile that a stick man can smile.

"Yes, I'm here again."

After raising his voice and raising his voice, the stick man said loudly: "I'm sending death to you old immortals."

Not enough words to speculate.

Murakami jumped down from the altar and went straight to Lyon!

The other three fingers also jumped down together, each picking an enemy.

Except for Mrs. Gao, who seemed to be senile and dying soon, the eight people were divided into four groups and each started fighting!

When Murakami's long knife struck, Leon still had his pocket in his pocket and his head raised, looking stupid.

The knife struck down, splashing large amounts of gravel and dust. Murakami raised the knife and jumped back, carefully looking at the smoke that filled his eyes.

"It didn't hit..."

A slightly frivolous voice came from the smoke: "Aren't we talking about door-to-door gift giving? Why did the fight suddenly start? Alas, the elderly nowadays are unethical!"

Suddenly the smoke was dispersed, and Leon rushed in front of Murakami with his sword in hand.

Clang!

The two swords intersected, and Murakami defended himself against Lyon's sudden attack.

"Eh? You were the first to resist my move. The old man is good at martial arts. What's your name?"

Using both hands to push away Lyon's long sword, Murakami said: "I am Nobu's master, Murakami."

It seems that even though he has done a lot of bad things and puts on the disgusting look of a worldly master who is indifferent and unmoved by external things, he still cares about his disciples.

"Oh, you are the master of the man in the suit!" Leon held the knife and said unhurriedly, "You are much stronger than him. What, believe it! Yes, believe it. He couldn't resist my move.

:Konoha's Nimbus Thunder God slashes with one sword at extremely fast speed!"

Knocking the stone next to him with the back of his knife, Leon smiled happily: "It's a pity. If you hadn't caught it just now, your head would have fallen off by now."

Murakami did not answer, but glanced at other battles on the battlefield. He then glanced vaguely at Mrs. Gao who was sitting on the altar.

The left hand holds the katana in reverse, and the blade is drawn diagonally across the eyes, while the right hand is held horizontally in front of the body to guard against the enemy.

Murakami could see clearly that there was indeed a small chip on the blade.

"This guy has a problem..."

Murakami considered himself to be by no means a weakling. Before betraying Kunlun, he was a top figure among humans, and during these hundreds of years, he never forgot to hone his martial arts.

When it comes to sword skills alone, Murakami feels that he should be one of the strongest people on earth.

However, he still almost failed to guard against the sudden knife.

"His speed... is too fast! Moreover, his knife is not normal!"

Murakami's heart bleeds as he sees Leon holding the precious sword in his hand, which is absolutely as sharp as iron and chopping rocks.

As the richest of the five fingers of the Hand, Murakami's pursuit of wealth is similar to that of Dragon.

Not just money, but all treasures and all things that are superior to the same kind, he likes them.

The same goes for knives.

The knife in his hand now is a very expensive one. It was originally his favorite and he always carried it with him and made great contributions to himself.

Today I was cut open by Leon.

Murakami felt distressed at first, but then he thought: since it is not the best, it is not worthy of being liked so much.

That long knife is a good thing worthy of me.

He raised his sword and made a fist salute, and Murakami said: "You are a strong man. Young man, tell me your name!"

Leon saw that this old guy who had lived a good life was actually quite condescending, giving him a sense of superiority!

"My surname is Fan. Because I always speak coldly and impolitely, they all call me..."

The long knife stabs out!

Murakami blocked it in a panic, but in his haste, his neck was still cut open with blood flowing freely.

"...Be careful when you speak!"

Leon said the second half of the sentence with a smile.