Dogs, yes, these dark creatures are indeed dogs.
The canine's ferocious skull, sharp fangs, anti-jointed thighs and calves, hook-like claws, and a semi-human body. It is a bit like a werewolf, or a kobold. It is quite appropriate to call it a dog.
In the canyon, in front of the only exit.
The leader of nearly a hundred dark creatures, the powerful werewolf who was obviously much bigger than the other dark creatures. The sickly and bloodthirsty smile on his face froze, and the ferocious arc that crazily raised the corners of his mouth quickly dropped. There was a crazy look in his eyes.
The bloodshot eyes subsided and the eyes became much clearer.
"Hehehe..."
The werewolf leader smiled awkwardly and planned to move his steps and retreat slowly.
Unexpectedly, it was unable to move, as if it was frozen in the air. This feeling was very strange. The crisis and warning were clearly flashing wildly in its mind, and it was already thinking of running away. Every cell in its body was wailing.
He shuddered and entered a state of rigidity.
"Damn it, move it! Move it! Move it for me!
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The werewolf leader frantically moved his thighs, but all he could do was cause his knees to tremble continuously. It was as if he was suffering from epilepsy, and he was in extreme pain.
It was locked, locked far away by the momentum and aura of more than seventy fighters! The air around the werewolf leader seemed to have solidified, it was not just glue, but cement that was about to harden!
That kind of terrifying will has been superimposed layer by layer for more than seventy times. No one has ever enjoyed such treatment! It is equivalent to more than seventy big hands falling from the sky and pressing on the shoulders of the werewolf leader, which contains extremely terrifying power. Just a little bit
If you exert force, you can crush it into a puddle of minced meat.
"This is completely different from what was planned! Why did these secret martial arts sects mobilize en masse! Damn it, damn it, it's over! We're done!" the werewolf leader roared in his heart, with deep fear and regret in his mind.
I shouldn't listen to the nonsense told by the sect organization.
A small independent school is naturally a delicious piece of fat.
But there must be at least dozens of sects in front of us, and the entire secret martial arts world has been moved here? The pieces of meat that were originally salivating were pieced together into a ferocious beast, but instead he became the prey and was about to be killed by the opponent!
The current situation is almost the same as the fish on the eucalyptus board.
"Get rid of these blockers!"
"They've wasted a minute of our time."
"What an ugly figure. The more I look at it, the more disgusting it makes me feel!"
"It's a boxing stake delivered to your door. I happened to be sparring with a strong opponent at an international exchange meeting, and I learned a small trick that can be used to practice boxing. I want the strongest one, and don't follow me, brothers.
Grab it..."
"Elder Lynch, I am also a little interested in these half-werewolves. I wonder if my Cloud Dog Fist can find some other inspiration in them and add a sense of meaning. So, let's compete fairly..."
"Then I'll strike first! Hahaha..."
An old man laughed loudly and jumped up from the ground. He drew a long and narrow arc in the air and fell into the camp of dark creatures like a meteor. He stretched out his hands and instantly started a one-sided killing.
"Are you wolves? Or dogs? It looks like you are wolves..."
"The cloud dog I trained will not eat the same kind. If it is a wolf, then there is no scruple." As the voice fell, a vicious dog composed of white mist three to four meters high ran on the ground and rushed over.
In the sight of many fighters, the Yun Dog Fist elder flew over. His energy swelled, restraining the white mist-like air, and condensed into the shape of a vicious dog.
Roar!
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The vicious dog took one bite and directly cut off the three werewolves. The limbs and scattered organs of the flesh mold were splashed down with the bright red blood. Kacha kacha, the vicious dog happily gnawed and chewed. There were gaps between the teeth.
It was filled with blood, and the two hazy eyeballs instantly turned scarlet.
Massacre, this was a one-sided massacre.
There is nothing to say, and there are no highlights. It is just a simple crushing, and it has even become a little stress-relieving game for everyone.
Let some fighters who have been excited for four or five days after learning about the boxing arsenal have a good time to vent their anger. From this point of view, these dark creatures like werewolves still have their existence.
Although it took about five minutes of the entire convoy's time.
Five minutes later, the boulders blocking the canyon were moved away, revealing a spacious avenue. The black motorcade drove past unimpeded, and the wheels left ruts filled with scarlet blood on the soil. Behind, at the end of the canyon, were bodies one by one.
A mutilated corpse fell to the ground, dying in a miserable state.
The only one who seemed to be intact was the leader of the dark creature. It was kneeling on the ground, with its waist straight and its eyes staring straight ahead, with a look of horror on its face. The blood flowing from its seven orifices had dried up.
There were strange, winding red marks left on the skin.
The werewolf leader was crushed to death by the overlapping momentum released by more than seventy fighters at the same time. Before Elder Lynch and the elder of Yunquan took action, its internal organs had been damaged to varying degrees.
External damage, massive internal bleeding, and the atria stopped beating.
More than seventy momentums contained either strong, sharp, or crazy martial arts will. They overwhelmingly defeated the werewolf leader's consciousness.
His brain stopped functioning and he stopped thinking.
Of course, this was just an insignificant episode during the convoy's journey. After that, the team never encountered any indifferent forces. They arrived at the coast of Huaifeng County smoothly all the way.
The Miwu sect here, also known as the local local snake, received everyone very warmly and had already prepared a camp.
Time flies and it’s August 8th.
This exploration team has officially set off, with a total of seventy-five members. In addition to the necessary crew members and guides, everyone on the ship is a fighter-level secret martial arts master. This is an extremely powerful force.
Blah blah blah...blah blah blah...
On the white pier, the tide swayed and the sun rose. A large area of sparkling ripples was formed, like broken gold on the water. There were waterbirds gliding in the sky, their wings trembling, and they called out in response to the sea breeze from time to time.
On the sea surface, a fleet of ships slowly left the port and sailed in a certain direction offshore. Among them were two tall sail warships, leaving several long and narrow dragging water marks on the sea surface, rippling along the way.
On the deck, Kashu, wearing a black trench coat, stood at the bow of the ship. The oncoming salty and humid sea breeze lifted the golden hair on his forehead, causing him to slightly squint his eyes and look at the endless blue-green ocean. The unknown places there,
There is a mysterious archipelago where dangers and opportunities lie.
Kaxiu's goal for this trip is quite clear, Nandou Water Bird Fist, to complement the last boxing technique of his Nandou secret puzzle. From then on, his three personalities and three major mental skills will fall into a state of perfect balance!
This seems to bring you great benefits!
There is no factual basis, just a whim intuition.
However, for extreme fighters like them, who have almost carried out their martial arts will to the peak, sometimes intuition is often more accurate than apparent evidence and facts. Especially when this intuition concerns themselves.
"I don't know what kind of Nandou Fist the Southern Cross is, but it actually has seventy-seven acupoints. Logically speaking, Nandou Red Eagle Fist, Nandou Yin Snake Fist, and Nandou Waterbird Fist have combined the three types of Baquan Shengquan Jiquan
You have to walk the road over and over again..." Ka Xiu thought secretly and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"No matter what, for me, Nan Dou Water Bird Fist is the last piece of the puzzle that I can see in front of me. Red Eagle, Sound Snake, Water Bird, three fists in one, it is the most perfect situation. Southern Cross is indeed powerful, but it is just
Seventy-seven acupoints. If I practice all three Nandou boxing techniques to the extreme, there will be one hundred and ninety-eight acupoints all over the body. Plus the super-limited power fused together! Hahahaha...
"
He suddenly laughed. His voice was low and reverberating.
At the same time, a team was in the sea farther than the fleet where the fighter team was located. A team had already set off early, and they chose a merchant ship. A top knight-level Eye Stranger appeared on the deck.
He was holding a variety of exaggerated and ferocious weapons, scanning the sea with cold eyes. He had a unique dark temperament on his body.
In the corner, two figures with unusually powerful auras stood quietly.
The man on the left is wearing rough metal armor, with a broken black cloak behind him, and there seems to be a blood stain on it. He is wearing a huge helmet, hiding his entire face under the mask. There are only two twisted branches like branches.
The horns protruded and extended towards the sky.
The horn looks like wood, but is harder and sharper than metal.
The spiral pattern that spreads up in circles is slightly reflective, with golden arc patterns. It seems to have some other mysterious and powerful effect.
Next to the dragon-horned man, a figure wearing a tuxedo looks much thinner and shorter. Of course, the figure is actually 1.85 meters tall, but standing next to him is a dragon-horned man who is almost 2.5 meters tall including his horns. In comparison
He is rather short in appearance. The figure in a tuxedo is dressed in a standard gentleman's attire, and his face is that of a handsome man in his forties. He is holding a purple-patterned cane in his right hand, and is wearing a bone ring on his middle finger.
These two people are obviously the leaders of this team at Black Rain Villa.
The Black Dragon of Khorne and the Ripple Master.
Beside the ship's side, the sea breeze was blowing.
"Green, the purpose of your visit to the Eternal Islands this time is probably not just the so-called ruins..." the Khorne Black Dragon said dullly.
"Of course." Master Ripple, who was dressed as a gentleman, smiled, showing his white teeth: "You should know that before I was selected by Black Rain Villa, I was once a Ripple Master who was hunted down by my own people. Hahaha..."
In the sneer of Master Ripple, Khorne Black Dragon added expressionlessly: "A Ripple Master who has the supreme bone ring left over from the leader of the previous generation Ripple Master." He paused: "So, you want to let
Shall we help you? Let you become the leader of the Corrugator organization? This is not a trivial matter, you need to pay more chips and benefits..."
"No, no, no, you don't need to take action. It's enough to be a deterrent force like the original plan. As for everything else, it and I will do it." Master Ripple smiled lightly and took his left hand from his arms.
He took out a small bone tree that looked like a white statue.
The tip of this bone tree was glowing slightly, as if it was responding to something. It was twinkling like stars in the dark night sky.
He took a deep look and slowly clenched his right fist. The bone ring on his middle finger suddenly burst out with a rich blue-purple light like thunder and lightning.
That is a special power that is different from ordinary bone rings!
"When I succeed, I will use Master Ripple's power on many islands and in the southeastern region of the Hongli Empire to help you." Master Ripple repeated his previous promise to the Black Dragon of Khorne, with a perfect smile on his face.
However, beneath this mask, there is something deeper hidden. Why are the Eternal Life Islands named Eternal Life? The purpose of Master Ripple’s trip is that the first level is for that ancient ruins. The second level is many
What his companions knew was to take revenge on his enemies and control the Ripple Division organization. As for the third level, only he knew it, and it was an absolute secret.
A chance for eternal life!
A ship in another area on the vast ocean.
On the deck of the ship, three figures quietly felt the sea breeze.
On the left is the whale king Arlington, who has been silent since being defeated by Cardiff. At this moment, the injuries on his body have recovered completely, but his entire left arm is empty and his sleeves are swinging.
Is Arlington unable to recover a severed limb?
Is it because the organization is unwilling to help him recover from his injury?
neither!
It was Whale King Arlington who refused help, and he deliberately left this broken arm injured. He must always remember the painful fact that he was crushed and defeated by Cardiff! He must always remember that his domineering path was defeated by
The moment of complete shattering! Only those who know their shame can be brave.
Arlington was hit hard but not demoralized.
He realized the huge gap between himself and Ka Xiu. After defeating him, Ka Xiu will definitely become stronger and go further on the road of domination. However, does this mean that he has completely failed? Completely decadent?
How can it be?
Before Arlington embarked on the road of boxing dominance, it was not that he had never failed. Over the decades, he had gone through many ups and downs to get to where he is today. His reputation as a boxing master was not made by blowing, but by bloody battles.
of!
His boxing will has long been condensed to an incredible level in the fight with punches and kicks. The Whale King can be killed, but he cannot be defeated! During the few days of being seriously injured in seclusion, Arlington once again confirmed
My pure heart of martial arts disappeared for a moment.
The moment he came out of seclusion completely, he had an idea in his mind.
I am indeed fifty-five years old, and my boxing style and boxing will have almost been finalized. But it all depends on man-made efforts, and I can still climb even if I am old and helpless!
Since the road to domination of boxing is unavailable, let’s embark on the road to holy boxing!