Seeing Ms. Sif drawing her sword and sprinting, Fandral immediately became unequivocal. He drew out his long sword and formed a pincer attack with Sif. Sif was on the left and Fandral was on the right. Their swords attacked at the same time, using perfect coordination with the cunning
The angle blocks almost all of Nexus's evasive space.
Enveloped by the swords of both sides, Nexus stood in the middle of the double-team between the two, but he still remained calm and calm. His arms were lengthened, and he passed through the sword light swung in front of Fandral as fast as a bolt of lightning.
He grabbed the divine swordsman by the throat. Fandral subconsciously hurriedly pulled back his sword, and the sword struck Nexus' silver arm with a sudden sound, and a little spark was thrown out. But that
The arm looked like it was made of fine steel. Not even a scratch was left on it, and it didn't even tremble. It seemed that the sword was simply itching.
He then casually threw the handsome swordsman away, and the latter rolled several times and hit the wall on the street, causing quite a stir.
At this time, Sif's sword had also struck, and the cold light of the blade had almost reached Nexus's golden eyes. But he still had no intention of avoiding it, and only lightly stretched out his right hand and middle finger.
Accurately flicking the sword stabbed by Sif.
There was a clear sound of metal collision, and the long sword was suddenly overwhelmed by the huge force that exploded from his fingertips, and broke into two pieces on the spot. The strange force was transmitted along the hilt back to Ms. Sif's hand, causing her jaw to go numb.
The sword hilt could not be held. The two broken swords flew up in the air, and the first half was inserted into the ground. The second half whirled down and was caught by Nexus. The broken blade happened to stop on Xi.
Fu Xuebai's slender neck.
As long as Nexus broke the sword in his hand and moved it slightly forward, Sif's neck would be stabbed through without any luck. Such a fatal injury would definitely kill her on the spot even if she was an Asgardian protoss.
But he didn't take action.
On the contrary, Richard canceled the transformation and returned to his usual casual appearance. He even turned the broken sword in a circle and handed the hilt back to Sif.
"Sorry for breaking your sword, but we didn't actually need to fight," Richard said.
Sif looked at the broken sword he handed back and was stunned for a long time without reaching out to take it.
So why didn’t you tell me earlier? You had to beat us all up before you spoke, right?
As if he saw her thoughts, Richard spread his hands innocently: "I didn't want to fight in the first place, but those two were the ones who made the first move." He pointed at Hogan, who was just trying to get up.
and Volstagg, "I was just acting in self-defense."
With all conscience, Richard said that he really didn’t want to hit anyone. How bad is it to hit someone? We are all civilized people, so what’s the point of beating and killing people all day long?
But sometimes things are so weird. For example, if he had just canceled his transformation, raised his hands and said "don't shoot your own people", maybe these stupid young men from the God's Domain would have hit him with a blaster without saying a word.
.Richard knows that the Asgardians have a fine tradition of "doing things with your hands and trying not to talk." Who knows what they will do?
So in order to prevent this from happening, Richard decided that he would strike first - beat the person down first and then slowly explain. When you put the sword on someone's neck, whatever you say will be more convincing.
.
Richard suddenly seemed to understand why Asgardians like to act first and then speak. Practice has proved that this approach is indeed effective! Thinking about it this way, Asgardians' ideas are still advanced!
The three Asgardian warriors, whose noses and faces were bruised and bruised, staggered back. They didn't make any more moves, but each one of them looked at Richard warily.
Sif frowned and asked: "Who are you? You can't be a mortal. No one in Midgard has such a powerful power."
Richard smiled and didn't refute.
Oh, that’s just because you are so rare. Let’s not talk about the comic characters that are being released in the future on the earth, such as Sentinel, Franklin, and Molecule Man. Let’s just talk about the ancient mastermind on the earth now.
It's not something you guys can afford to offend.
Or not to mention it is so far away, just the four of you fighting against the five scum, I am afraid it will be quite difficult to face the novice Iron Man who has just established his account.
The Asgardians are just a little overconfident. They think very highly of themselves and don't think highly of other countries in the Nine Realms. But these are just minor problems. Generally speaking, the Asgardians are quite friendly, at least if the Earth really encounters
If there is any trouble, they are always willing to help.
"As you can see, I am just an ordinary human being. I just had a little chance and gained some special talents."
Yes, he's just an ordinary human being who can transform into Ultraman, so it's no big deal.
Sif's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Ordinary? Can you try again?
If you can be considered ordinary, then we Asgard will no longer be the lords of the nine realms. You Midgardians will rule the nine realms, okay? We are all convinced.
"But that's not important." Richard said, glancing at them, "Let me guess, you are Thor's friends and you are here to find him?"
When they heard Thor's name, they immediately became energetic. Yes, this was the real purpose of their coming here. They came all the way to Midgard carrying the God King on their backs, and they didn't come here specifically to be beaten.
!
Sif nodded: "Yes, have you seen him?"
"Of course I have. In fact, he is visiting our place. But...well...he is not in a good condition right now. I can take you to see him."
The four Asgardians were overjoyed and agreed one after another, seemingly forgetting all about the beatings they had just received. This is a good thing about Asgardians. They prefer to use their fists to make friends rather than their mouths. That's right.
As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other. If you fight, just fight. After the fight, everyone will be considered familiar.
So Richard led the four people through the town and returned to SHIELD's camp.
There was such a big commotion in the town, and SHIELD must have noticed it for a long time. Before Richard came back, he had already notified Coulson on his mobile phone, saying that he had brought four more guests back, so that he could at least have some
A mental preparation.
However, when he saw Coulson, the agent still looked a little ugly.
We have an alien here who is already very nervous, but you went out and walked around and brought back four more in one go?
Colson looked at Richard with a questioning look on his face, with an expression like "I suspect you are messing with me on purpose."
"A small problem, a small problem," Richard waved to him calmly, as if everything was under control, "It's just a few people from the Divine Realm, it's not a big trouble."
Colson almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Just a few? Then what else do you want? Are you going to drag a boatload of aliens back to me next time?