Nighthawk breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the poison god and sneered, "How is it?" Do you choose to be shot dead or jump off the building with your companions? ”

The Poison God and the Nighthawk have known each other for a long time, from China all the way to the T country, and the two have never met since the Poison God and the Sky Wolf jumped off the dam.

But the so-called enemies were very red when they saw each other, and at that time, the nighthawk chased the poison god and had to jump into the dam, and it took him nine deaths to survive. The poison god is a man who holds grudges, and he still remembers the pain at that time.

Nighthawk also remembered that this grim-faced man brutally killed many innocent people in the dam, and the ghosts of those people still linger in a corner of the dam, and Nighthawk always wanted to take revenge.

At this moment, the two of them are in a foreign country, and when they meet in such a situation, the poison god can't help but smile. He slowly untied his black coat and tossed it aside.

"Do you think I'm going to run? It's really not easy to find you alone, today, let's settle the old accounts together! The poison god glared at Nighthawk viciously, his eyes full of resentment.

"Do you really think this is something we can do alone?" Nighthawk picked up the gun from the ground, and the steel-core bullet could have pierced the poison god's head at such a close distance.

The poison god looked at him indifferently, and even waved at Nighthawk defiantly, the meaning was obvious, that is, you would come.

Nighthawk smiled awkwardly and shook his head: "Okay, if you guessed it, this kind of thing has to be solved with your fists." Nighthawk threw away the gun and pulled a slinger from his trouser leg. This is his standard equipment, and the other trouser tube is equipped with a dagger.

"Captain, captain, do you need us to shoot him? The position is really good now, I'm already aiming for his head. "Over the radio, the voice of the Yaksha was heard.

"Don't believe in my strength? Today is my grudge with his dead man, and the dead comrade-in-arms will be decided by me. Do not interfere with any of you, for I will beat him to death with a stick. Nighthawk turned off the radio and looked coldly at the poison god.

"Hey, are you really going to fight him alone like a western cowboy? Looks like this guy is very hard to mess with. Leng Feng stood behind him, reminding loudly. However, listening to his words is completely for fear that the world will not be chaotic, and there is no intention of caring.

"There are things that you have to do with your fists." Nighthawk no longer paid attention to the opinions of the people around him, clenched his right hand and slammed towards the poison god. The poison god also exerted his legs at this time, and his whole body seemed to turn into a black arrow and shoot towards the nighthawk.

Before he could get closer, Nighthawk felt a strange smell come to his nose. He immediately realized that the person he was facing was a poison god, a person who specialized in making poison in the dark.

He held his breath suddenly, and after his body was strengthened by the African pill, he could hold his breath for ten minutes. Even in a state of high-speed physical energy consumption, it is no problem to hold it for a minute.

There wasn't much time left for the poison god and him, maybe three minutes, maybe only two. The gunfire downstairs gradually washed away, and soon reinforcements came up. The poison god must fight quickly, and Nighthawk must also fight quickly against the old monster covered in poison, otherwise he will probably die by taking a breath of air.

Rumble! The slinger stick and the black broken knife of the poison god collided violently, and the two passed by, and dazzling sparks rubbed on the black short knife, which sprinkled on the two of them like meteors.

When the two of them staggered, their fists also slammed into one place. Nighthawk's power surged like a mountain of seas, and the poison god felt like his fist bones were shattered. It was as if he had been hit hard in the chest, and he flew backwards.

It took several steps back before he landed, and the poison god only felt that his hands were a little paralyzed, and he was about to lose his senses. But he still looked at Nighthawk with a smile: "How is it?" How does my poison feel? ”

Nighthawk raised his hand, only to see that the face of his fist was black and pressed, and there were many black blood oozing out of the pores in the middle. You don't have to get closer, you can smell a faint stench, and there is a faint pain in your fist.

The poisonous snake smiled: "This is corpse poison, you have also seen it in that dam." After a while, you'll turn black, haha, and you'll end up rotting like a puddle of stinky meat. ”

The nighthawk slammed into the bottom layer of the dam, and the poison god also released such poison. Many armed police soldiers were stained with venom without reacting, and finally turned into white bones.

He was careless and forgot that he couldn't touch this guy's body in a battle with the poison god. He was covered in poison and could have been fatal at the slightest touch.

But the strange thing is that the toxicity did not spread, and black liquid kept gushing out of the fist, and the sharp pain slowly turned into a stinging pain. It was as if there were countless small needles piercing the skin, and the black blood gradually turned dark red.

"What's going on? It can't be, you should have fallen right now. "The poison god also realized that something was wrong. Although he didn't see the change in Nighthawk's fist at the moment, according to his understanding of toxicity, a person's whole body should be eroded by poison within ten seconds, and it should turn into pus within a minute. But Nighthawk stood across from him, his face full of red light, like what a poisoned man should be.

Nighthawk was also in a trance, but he soon understood. His body had already undergone drastic changes, and since the wound could heal quickly, the poison would naturally not hurt his body.

His body is now like a high-speed machine, and if something is detected in his body, the strengthened body will repair itself. In other words, he's a man who can't be killed now.

Knowing this, Nighthawk laughed. He no longer worries about the poison god's full of poison, this man would look like nothing in his eyes without those poisonous fangs.

Shaking his fist full of blood, Nighthawk sneered and looked at the poison god: "There is a thing in this world called evil that invincible to good, and not running just now is the biggest mistake in your life." But don't worry, from now on, you won't have to worry about whether you can run away or not. Because right now, you're going to die here. ”

Nighthawk swooped forward, swinging his stick in a nice arc in the air. The poison god looked at Nighthawk in horror, and he still hadn't figured out why the venom he was so proud of had lost its effect in an instant.

Just like Nighthawk thought, the best of the Tianshan Poison Gate would only use poison. Although the Poison God also has a certain degree of attainment in martial arts, they are still too far behind compared to Nighthawk. If he loses even the last poison, then he has become a lamb ready to be slaughtered.

"Die." The poison god couldn't control that much, so he grabbed black things from all over his body and threw them at Nighthawk. Some of them turn into various poisonous insects in the air, and some of them become highly poisonous and corroding after hitting the body of the nighthawk.

In the blink of an eye that Nighthawk flew towards the Poison God, the Poison God almost smashed out most of the things on his body, and Nighthawk's speed couldn't help but slow down. From the initial wild running to the current crawling speed like a snail, the face has changed from black to blue, and from green to black.

His body was scarred, and all kinds of poisonous insects gnawed at the surface of his body unscrupulously. Black venom flowed out of the skin, and the poisonous insects that gnawed at the body were poisoned to death by the venom. At this moment, he is like a highly poisonous monster, constantly reborn and constantly dying.

Leng Feng watched in disbelief as Nighthawk was still moving forward step by step with such poison in his body, is this still human? This is simply a Transformer in a cartoon, completely invulnerable. He really wanted to give Nighthawk a box of band-aids, so that he could mend the wounds on his body, and maybe barely make a human shape.

The most shocking thing was the poison god, he threw out almost all the poison on his body, and the weight of each poison could kill a dozen or even hundreds of people. Dozens of poisons were all sprinkled on Nighthawk's body, but this guy was still walking towards him step by step, the slinger he was holding high seemed to fall at any moment, and the pair of determined eyes on his black skin were full of determination.

"This can't be, this can't be, you should have died a long time ago, you should have died a long time ago." The poison god held his head and roared frantically, and the Nighthawk was getting closer and closer, only a few steps away from him.

He hurriedly searched for poison on his body again, but all the things he was carrying were thrown out, and his whole body was empty at the moment, and he had been completely squeezed dry.

At that moment, his collar tightened. The poison god looked up in horror and met those terrible eyes. With only a fraction of a second, the poison god was completely paralyzed, because the eyes he was facing now were no different from those of a beast.

The poison god who has been running all his life would not have thought that he would have such a cowardly day. Lifted high by Nighthawk, he didn't even have the desire to resist. All the poison can't help the terrifying man in front of him, what else can he resist?

Nighthawk's whole body was in scorching pain, and he could have died dozens of times, but the high-speed recovery of his body made his mind very clear. He felt the intense pain all over his body, and used all his strength to lift up the poison god.

"Now you should know, don't offend the Huaxia special forces. Those who dare to offend the power of China will be punished even if they are far away. Nighthawk's skin was rapidly peeling off, the corners of his mouth curled in a terrifying arc, and the slinger that had been held up in the air slammed into the poison god's head at this time.

The poisonous god who had been arrogant all his life died in the country of T, and his head was knocked to pieces like a watermelon. The power of Nighthawk's final blow was too great, and it was filled with hatred. It was the anger of avenging the dead comrades, the resentment of the innocent civilians killed by the poison god, and finally all added to that stick.

Nighthawk casually tossed the body of the poison god aside, and he threw his head back and took a long breath. This stop is only two minutes, but he seems to have lived for dozens of lifetimes, with bitter and bitter aftertastes.

He turned his head sharply, looking at a parachute in the distance that had landed on the street in the distance, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "There is still one left!" ”