The End of Marvel's Seraph

"What the hell!"

At this time, Qian Xiao had already caught up with the train, but his location was more than ten meters higher than the railway track.

Seeing the train derailed and fell off the cliff, Qian Xiao was heartbroken and rushed off the road on his motorcycle.

After pedaling the motorcycle in the air, Qian Xiao moved forward a certain distance again and fell towards the train.

bang——

Qian Xiao fell on the roof of a skewed carriage, and then slid down uncontrollably.

Chiaki quickly summoned Ajuramaru and stabbed it into the train carriage.

Finally, after making a long gash on the roof, Qianxiao stabilized her body on the tilted roof of the train.

But the train continued to fall, and the slope of the train car where Qianxiao was sitting became more and more inclined.

Suddenly, the train shuddered and then stopped falling.

"Stuck?" Qian Xiao looked up, "What a blessing!"

It turned out that when the rear part of the train fell, the front part of the train had already passed the bridge and entered the tunnel. The derailment and fall of the rear part of the train caused the entire train to deviate from the track, and also caused the front part of the train to get stuck in the tunnel. Only then did the already suspended rear end of the train stop falling.

Qian Xiao planned to move to the side of the car and enter the car through the window first.

But just as Qianxiao was about to set off, the stopped train trembled violently, forcing Qianxiao to stop where she was.

At the same time, there was a heartbreaking sound of metal twisting coming from above Qian Xiao's head. Qian Xiao looked up and was horrified to find that the side wall of the carriage stuck in the tunnel had deformed and was still expanding!

The sound just now was the sound of the car deforming!

"How to do?"

Qian Xiao forced herself to calm down. After taking a few deep breaths, Qian Xiao looked down. There, several rear carriages were hanging in the air, still shaking.

"too heavy!"

Looking at the suspended carriages at the rear of the train, Qian Xiao made a decision in her heart.

Qianxiao slammed her feet on the carriage, pulled out Arjuramaru, and flew upside down into the air, and then fell downwards in a free fall.

"Ajuramaru!"

Following Qianxiao's call, a jet-black, smoke-like power of ghostly curse emerged from the blade.

"Not enough! More!"

After Qian Xiao finished speaking, a thicker black mist filled the blade, almost wrapping Qian Xiao in it.

"Come again, spiritual energy surges!"

In addition to the power of the ghost curse, a second force burst out in Qianxiao's body. In mid-air, Qian Xiao raised the knife in his hand.

Just like last time, the two energies of jet black and blue spiraled up the blade at the same time, with a powerful momentum, forming a tornado of intertwined energy in Qianxiao's hands.

"bring it on!"

Looking at the connection between the carriages, Qian Xiao struck hard.

A strong wave of air exploded in all directions with the knife in Qianxiao's hand as the center. Qianxiao used the wave of air to fly upwards for more than ten meters, and then inserted the knife into the side wall of the carriage to stabilize her body.

The fierce storm cut parts at the joints of the carriages and even some carriages on both sides into pieces. The carriages at the rear all fell into the mist on the cliff, as if they were being swallowed by death.

After the weight was reduced, the carriages above no longer trembled, and the distorting sound of the carriage above was no longer heard.

Gunfire still erupted from inside the carriage from time to time. Qian Xiao adjusted her body shape and began to crawl towards the side wall of the carriage.

Time goes back one minute.

In the erected carriage, Wesley grabbed a chair leg fixed to the ground to prevent himself from falling.

He looked up and saw that the cross was above his head and was still coming toward him.

"Damn."

Wesley cursed secretly, then adjusted his body, grabbed the chair leg with one hand, and took out a gun with the other hand and shot at the cross.

Due to the extremely uncomfortable shooting posture, Wesley's several shots failed to hit the cross. The strange thing is that the dominant cross did not fight back against Wesley, but just rushed towards where Wesley was.

After a few shots, Wesley ran out of bullets. Wesley reluctantly pulled the trigger, but all he heard was the sound of empty barrels.

Wesley unloaded the magazine irritably, touched his pocket, and found that the spare magazine in his pocket was missing!

Wesley looked around quickly and finally found a magazine on a seat across the aisle. It should have been thrown out of Wesley's pocket when he fell.

Ignoring the strangely moving cross, Wesley stuck the gun in his waist, then jumped to the other side of the aisle.

Wesley, who quickly loaded the magazine, leaned out from behind the seat and tried to shoot the cross, but the cross was already hiding behind the chair.

After thinking for two seconds, Wesley lowered his body, pressed his body against the erected aisle, and fired a shot into the gap under the chair.

The bullet hit the cross's calf, causing blood to flow immediately, and the cross groaned in pain.

"Very good!" Wesley, who hit the cross, beamed. In order to prevent the cross from counterattacking, Wesley planned to return behind the chair the next second after hitting the cross.

But the excited Wesley used too much force on his feet and missed the point, causing his whole body to fall downwards.

At Wesley's moment of panic, a big hand suddenly appeared and grabbed his wrist.

"It's you! What's wrong with you?"

It was the cross that caught Wesley!

Wesley felt a little sad, because the person in front of him who saved his life was his mortal enemy who was shooting just a few seconds ago.

"No! Why? You have no reason to save me!" Wesley's tone was full of disbelief.

Looking at Wesley being caught by him, Cross breathed a sigh of relief, "Wesley, I...ah!"

A scream was accompanied by a gunshot, and the fox was not far above, holding a gun with smoke still coming from the muzzle.

The fox fired again, and a stream of blood burst out from the abdomen of the cross, but he still gritted his teeth and grabbed Wesley's wrist tightly.

Cross did nothing but look lovingly into Wesley's eyes.

When the fox wanted to shoot again, a fierce storm suddenly rushed into the car, swept under Wesley's feet, and cut the car in half.

The train below fell towards the cliff, and Wesley was suddenly suspended in the air.

Because of the storm's slashes, the carriage trembled, causing the fox's bullet to deflect.

Seizing the opportunity and enduring the severe pain in his abdomen, the cross suddenly pulled Wesley back and let him grab the fixture.

Later, Cross leaned on the chair, took out a pistol and fought back at Fox. Both Cross and Fox started bullet time at the same time.

Time slowed down for an instant.

Two men, two guns.

But there was only one gunshot.

Moreover, there are more than ten bullets.