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The wings of the escape pod in the distance popped out on both sides, and flames spewed from the rear.After abandoning her trusted subordinates, Proxima Dark Night continued to flee alone.

She thought that after blowing up all the aircraft, she could stop Zhang Ming for a few minutes, but she didn't know that she had unintentionally cornered Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming can't fly, and he is now [-] meters above the ground!

Flying Boots, Low Temperature Strike;

The Lock of Absurdity, in order to save ordinary citizens, was left on Earth;

Apart from these two pieces of equipment, none of the other equipment has the ability to prevent him from falling to his death.

How to do?

The altitude is dropping rapidly, one hundred and fifty meters... one hundred meters...

Zhang Ming suddenly thought of a possibility, he grabbed the collar and shouted: "Become a parachute!"

Pinru's clothes ignored his request.

Seventy meters from the ground.

Zhang Ming did not give up and continued to try.

"Become a hang glider!"

Pinru's clothes quickly responded, and it was instantly clinging to Zhang Ming's body, with wings-like membranes appearing between the two arms and legs.

The wing glider imitates the flying style of birds. It is very difficult to operate and requires long-term training. It is by no means an extreme event that beginners can easily master.

But Zhang Ming had no chance of trial and error. Relying on his strong physical fitness and reflexes, he groped for the method of use under the threat of death.

Fifty meters... forty meters...

He was still falling vertically.

Thirty meters... twenty meters...

Zhang Ming finally mastered some tricks. At this time, he could already see the ice layer on the ground clearly, and the cold wind was beating on his eardrum. He couldn't hear anything except the beating of his heart.

Ten meters!

A black shadow drew an arc on the ground, completing a [-]-degree reversal!

Zhang Ming was gliding in the air. Because of the violent heartbeat, he felt a pain in his chest, but no amount of pain could erase the excitement at this moment.

come to life!

He was excited when suddenly hundreds of rays appeared below.

A series of red lasers flew over, and Zhang Ming noticed that he had already flown to a war zone. There were frost giants and Asgardian warriors on the ground, but more Kirita soldiers.

Now the two gems are about to be sent to Thanos, and their mission is about to be completed. This is their last counterattack.

Just now, the Kirita warriors received the latest order to kill Zhang Ming at all costs. In order to complete the task, these lunatics directly handed over their backs to the enemy, allowing the Asgardian warriors to stab their long swords into their chests, He also wanted to shoot Zhang Ming.

The hang gliding suit was broken, Zhang Ming's flying movements were deformed, and he fell obliquely.

Barrage!

Thousands of barrages fell on the ice sheet, smashing the hard ice layer repeatedly, and finally turned into fluffy ice slag. Zhang Ming plunged into it, and finally he was not injured again.

As soon as he climbed out of the ice slag, he met a pair of eyes full of killing intent.

Zhang Ming held up a finger, and the Kirita soldiers thought he was going to use a weapon, so they took a step back carefully, and some even raised their shields.

"Let me take a breath." He exchanged for a bar of roasted gluten, turned sideways, and finished one in one gulp.

"Roar!" The Kirita, who felt being teased, roared angrily and rushed over.

Before his body recovered, Zhang Ming forcibly breathed out, brandished his lightsaber, and fought against this group of fearless aliens.

The oil-like pitch-black blood soaked Zhang Ming's hair and fell on his face, causing a burning pain, but afterward, the pain disappeared.

Zhang Ming is really tired.

Ten consecutive clips, continuous tracking, explosions, flames, shells, and the sinister traps of Proxima Centauri.

He was tired both physically and mentally.

But when he thought of the face of Proxima Centauri in the dark night, Zhang Ming felt angry in his heart, holding it in his chest, driving him to kill the enemy non-stop.

"Get out!" Zhang Ming kicked a Kirita soldier away. The third-view camera locked on the back, and the barrage flooded the attacker behind him. The lightsaber pierced through more than a dozen enemies in a row.

There are corpses all over the place, but the enemies are still endless. No matter how many Zhang Ming kills, they will rush forward one after another.

Another shot came from the corner, the laser weapon penetrated Zhang Ming's calf, his movements froze for a moment, the Kirita soldiers seized this opportunity and stabbed spears from all directions!

"Cold—frost—freeze."

A spell full of primitive and brutal styles appeared, and the surrounding cold wind seemed to become more spiritual in an instant. The wind entwined around the Qirita soldiers who rushed towards them, freezing them into ice sculptures in mid-air.

Zhang Ming, who was about to go all out, widened his eyes.

"This ability..."

"The enemy of the Frost Giants, the hero of Asgard, Zhang Ming, after losing Odin's weapon, are these all your abilities? It's really disappointing."

A cold voice appeared from behind. Dozens of frost giants raised bone giant axes and heavy hammers, smashing the Kirita ice sculptures one after another. Among the flying ice slag, a familiar face walked over.