Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Bucky's left hand trembled faintly, but Mo Lun flew up with an understatement and kicked him out. Sombra pulled the trigger of the revolver in his hand, and the ordinary bullet hit his skin with no response. Even if his marksmanship is good, the hit in the head is the same. Mo Lun bared his teeth and smiled at him: "I remember you, I will eat you second."

"That's really an honor." Sombra continued to pull the trigger, and after five shots, it was useless.

And Mo Lun didn't care, he threw a punch at Rhodes. He wanted to kill the mortal who had soiled his clothes on the spot, but a flying explosive arrow stopped his movements for a moment.

But it was this moment that gave Peter Parker a chance to save people.

The spider silk in his hand stuck to Rhode's back and dragged him back.

Inside the armor, Rhode was panting heavily. It wasn't that he didn't want to move just now, but he couldn't move at all when facing that guy. A sense of fear surging from the depths of his heart made him freeze, and he could only watch the guy's fist get closer and closer to him.

If it hadn't been for Hawkeye's arrows and cobweb head shot in time, he might have died there on the spot. It's not an exaggeration, Rhode really thought so in his heart.

If he got that punch, he would surely die.

In the smoke and dust scattered, Mo Lun's scarlet eyes were extremely dazzling.

"...Now, you really irritate me."

he said sullenly. The voice fell, and the same trick was repeated in the next second, and he instantly appeared in front of Hawkeye again. Clint only had time to raise the bow in his hand to block it, and then he was swept away and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

He fell freely in the air, and there was no part of his body that didn't hurt. The man's strength was so great that he felt that if he hadn't blocked it, he might have died immediately. But he couldn't do anything right now, he could only watch as he got closer and closer to the ground.

Clint closed his eyes, thinking of Natasha and his family in the shelter, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. At least you're all fine... that's enough.

With such thoughts in mind, he intends to die happily.

But the **** of death obviously didn't want to accept him today.

His body floated up by himself, and Clint opened his eyes in astonishment, and saw the black-robed mage standing in front of him, the red light in his eyes undisguised.

roof.

Mo Lun succeeded in one strike, but when he wanted to continue to attack others, he suddenly froze.

He stood there, and sweat began to drip on his face. Those tiny blood vessels burst little by little, and blood gushed out, making him look like a ghost. Then, he suddenly began to tremble, his eyeballs popped open, and blood spattered out. Then he fell to his knees with a thud, and even buried his head deeply.

What did not match his behavior was that he was roaring wildly at this time, as if he wanted to resist the behavior of his body.

But he couldn't do anything, he could only watch his head hit the ground.

Then, one foot stepped on it.

A voice laughed contemptuously in his ear.

Mo Lun blushed, he struggled with all his strength, and his voice came out far under the night. Even though he used all his strength, he still couldn't move his body. He just knelt there, his standard to the ground. Moments later, the owner of the voice chuckled and stepped on his head with one foot.

"People who claim to be noble... don't seem to be noble?" he said sarcastically.

"I can guess it without you telling me. You should be very unconvinced now, right? I'm just a little bit angry in my heart... Why don't we fight again?"

His voice fell, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. The scent of the totems disappeared from Morun's perception. He was still on the roof of the night city, but there was no half a living person around.

Except for the sorcerer.

Mo Lun stood up, he looked at the mage whose eyes were also red, and wanted to say something cruel to get back in the game, but the mage had no interest at all.

"Reminder, when you stand up... the second chance has already begun." He Shenyan spoke calmly, he stood there and made a gesture, the huge magic power poured out of his body, and in an instant In a short time, Mo Lun was crushed into a pool of **** fragments.

And this is just the beginning.

He Shenyan moved his fingers slightly, and a white light flashed, and Mo Lun, who was at a loss, stood on the spot again. He recalled what had just happened, and suddenly widened his eyes~www.novelmt.com~ The pain spread all over his body instantly. And his second death came again.

The soil that came from nowhere completely enveloped him. Although he no longer needed to breathe, he still felt the pain of suffocation. He died again three minutes later, suffocating.

The white light flashed again. Mo Lun stood in place again, this time even his clothes were brand new. The difference was that his face was pale, and he kept screaming: "Stop! Please stop..."

He didn't finish his words.

The mage calmly burned him alive again with flames from hell, and then resurrected again.

The white light flashed uninterruptedly, and his method of death was constantly being updated. Between the repeated death and resurrection, Morun's consciousness gradually disappeared. He would beg for mercy at first, but when he got to the back, he just made a meaningless cry, sluggish and unresponsive, not even responding much to the pain.

Sometimes, being a lunatic is a blessing. And the Master didn't want him to have this kind of happiness.

He moved his fingers, and Morun regained consciousness again. The torment will continue for a long time until the mage gets tired of it.

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Within Sithone's dimension.

The Underworld God sat on his throne, looking at the picture sent back by the Dark Divine Book, and smiled comfortably: "It seems that my old friend does have a hand, no, maybe a lot of hands... If she Really sealed the door to the parallel universe, Morn and these lovely spiders wouldn't come here at all. What the **** is she trying to do? It's funny..."

He tapped his cheek with his slender fingers, looking forward to what might happen in the future.

For better or worse.