Marvel: It Starts with a Spell

In the Himalayas, icy snow and wind hit Jackie Chan's face.

“Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!”

He dodged a flying golden lightsaber and said, "Gentlemen, I hope you can put the Holy Lord down. Believe me, he won't be worth much!"

"Brand, go tear this annoying guy's mouth into pieces!" a gloomy-faced gray-haired man ordered, his hands rotating clockwise.

"Yes, Lord Casillas!"

In Brand's hand, golden energy condensed into a long sword, which cut through the wind and snow and slashed towards Jackie Chan. Jackie Chan's left hand turned into a golden shield to block the attack. A snowflake was blown away by the airflow of the two people fighting, which was magnificent. In the wind and snow, Jackie Chan's voice was quite firm: "Mr. Brand, please believe me, if the Holy Lord is free, it will bring disaster to the world!"

"Shut up, you noisy big-nosed clown!" Brand flipped his other hand, and a meteor hammer with shining golden light smashed towards the back of Jackie Chan's head. Several golden arrows flying from afar also left a clear mark in the snowflakes.

A sneer appeared on Brand's face. This guy is definitely going to die!

Unexpectedly, Jackie Chan drew a circle with his right hand, and his whole body entered a twisted gold-rimmed portal, leaving only a piece of his robe that was cut off by the suddenly shrinking portal, and the golden meteor hammer hit Brand directly in the face. At the last moment, the meteor hammer in Brand's hand shattered, but did not smash his skull into pieces.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Casillas! I have to take the Holy Lord away!" The portal opened by Casillas was slowly expanding, and it was about to accommodate the Holy Lord through. He heard a shout from above him, and subconsciously looked up, only to see the dirty soles of his shoes constantly expanding.

Casillas felt a chill on his face and was knocked down by the kick. The portal he opened disappeared instantly. When he got up from the snow, Jackie Chan was wrestling with the two men who were carrying the stone sculpture of the Holy Lord. This kid who had not been in Kamar-Taj for a long time was able to suppress the two men. He wiped the dirty mud and snowflakes off his face and cursed inwardly.

"Useless things!"

Casillas opened his hands, and two long dagger-like spikes slid out of his sleeves and rushed towards Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan lowered his head and dodged a golden sword. A few strands of hair flew down. He felt a chill on the back of his head. Then he used the long stick in his hand to block the golden sword behind him.

In the other hand, a golden... windshield wiper appeared? ?

The man with the knife slashed again, and Jackie Chan touched his wrist with the wiper in his hand. The man's hand trembled instantly, and the blade in his hand became unstable. Jackie Chan took the opportunity, turned around and kicked the man behind him away, then turned back and swung the wiper, slapping the man's face.

Suddenly he felt a palpitation and jumped to the side suddenly. Then two long golden spikes passed behind him. The sharp golden spikes directly pierced through the body of the person he had just hit in the face.

"Lord Casillas, you..." The man looked at Casillas in disbelief. The golden light on his body turned into bits of debris that fluttered in the wind and snow, like golden snowflakes. Bits of bright red with white hot air were scattered on the snow, just like winter plum blossoms in the snow.

Casillas pulled out the long golden thorn: "You should have hugged him just now."

As he pulled out his two spears, the man fell to the ground in the snow with a plop, his eyes wide open.

"Ah?" Jackie Chan's pupils trembled. Casillas was so cruel that he killed his own people without hesitation.

"Sir, I think you should be punished by law!"

"Shut your mouth! Jackie Chan, let me take the Holy Lord away and I can spare your life, otherwise you will be in danger!" Casillas' long thorns tore through the wind and snow and stabbed towards Jackie Chan.

"I'm sorry, I really can't let you take the Holy Lord away. Master Ancient One has locked it in the sealed tower himself!" Jackie Chan blocked with the long stick in his hand, and threw a golden brick to knock down the guy who was shooting arrows in the distance.

"Ancient One? Ancient One!" Casillas seemed to be stimulated by something, his face was distorted, and he roared.

"She doesn't care about me at all. You bastard have only been here for a few days and you're not even proficient in using the portal, but she trains you like a closed disciple, personally instructs you, and even lets you stay in the library at will! And what about me? My talent is so excellent, much better than you, a clown who got in through connections. She clearly knows what I want, but she just won't give it to me. She even restricts my access to the library!"

Casillas roared and attacked more and more violently, swinging the golden thorn in his hand, leaving a trail of afterimages. The long stick in Jackie Chan's hand collided with it, and pieces of golden particles exploded.

"I believe that Master Ancient One must have his own deep meaning, Casillas! It's not too late for you to repent now! The sea of ​​suffering is endless, and it's time to turn back!" Jackie Chan dodged the golden spear thrown by Brand, turned around and condensed a golden round shield to block Casillas.

"It's too late! It's too late! I just want to see her again. What have I done wrong?!"

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the golden round shield in Jackie Chan's hand broke. His arm was stabbed hard and blood gushed out immediately, staining his wizard robe red.

"But the Holy Lord is a devil!" Jackie Chan kicked his feet to distance himself from Casillas.

"Devil, what is a devil? As long as I can see my wife and children again, even if I turn into a stone bridge and endure the wind and sun for five hundred years, what does it matter? Even if I fall into hell, what does it matter?!" Casillas was like a madman, and rushed towards Jackie Chan. Jackie Chan held a golden sword in his hand and struggled to resist the opponent's violent double thorns.

Just as Jackie Chan was about to collapse, a shout was heard from the mountain.

"Jackie Chan! We are here to help you!" A dark-skinned man was falling, his wizard robe rustling in the air, and behind him was a group of Kamar-Taj's wizard apprentices.

Jackie Chan was delighted when he heard the voice, he finally waited for someone to come!

"Mordo!" Casillas had a complicated look in his eyes. It was this man who brought him to Kamar-Taj and led him into the magic gate. "Are you going to stop me now?"

Mordo swung out the golden sword in his hand, Casillas' eyes turned cold, and Jackie Chan felt that the world was spinning suddenly, and the space around him seemed to be in chaos and overlapping, the rocks were twisted and compressed, and together with the ice and snow, they formed a huge arena-like building.

The joy on Jackie Chan's face froze, he knew what this was, Ancient One had shown him this kind of advanced magic before, an advanced spell that could split the space into a subspace. Now Mordo might not be able to support him for a while.

"Everyone! Surround and kill Jackie Chan!" Casillas gave an order and quickly came to the side of the Holy Lord.

"Holy Lord, I betrayed the entire Kamar-Taj in order to save you, you must keep your word!" Casillas' hands flashed with golden light, and he began to build a portal.

"Of course. I, the Holy Lord, am the emperor of ancient Asia. Resurrecting the dead is a piece of cake for me. Ancient One even used my talisman to keep himself alive." The Holy Lord's tone was full of confidence.

Jackie Chan was surrounded by the crowd, anxiously looking at the golden portal that was expanding around the Holy Lord.

He dodged two knife attacks, knocked down two men with a long stick, and turned around to block a long knife that was about to chop him down. But at this moment, his arm that was stabbed by Casillas softened, and the long stick shook, and he immediately had a horrible wound on his body.

Three or five golden weapons slashed at him...