On another sea ship, a tall man wearing a white military uniform asked in a low voice.￥f Standing next to him was a gray-haired old woman, holding a cane and looking serious.
"I don't know... We have never seen the strength of the Sword Master before. He acts arrogantly and wantonly, and there is basically no opponent he can't defeat. And the Slaughterer has been the strongest single entity since ancient times. It is estimated that the Slaughterer's
The chance of winning is greater." The old woman replied in a low voice.
"The Sword Master is the greatest swordsman genius in the history of our country. No one in thousands of years can surpass him and achieve such an achievement at this age." The man in white military uniform shook his head, "I think the Sword Master has a better chance of winning. This
Now all the Vulture executives are here, and there are not a few people who pay attention to the Juggernaut's casual trip to the decisive battle."
"You and I have both personally dispatched. Although we can't contact them, the masters of the other two countries are definitely watching this decisive battle secretly." The old woman said calmly. "Once the Sword Master wins, our Silan Kingdom will become one of the three major countries.
The most powerful force in China. This is related to the international situation and they cannot help but ignore it."
Behind the two men stood a group of white military uniformed personnel, including men, women, old and young, all of whom looked a little solemn and solemn. These people were all experts from various groups of the National Security Bureau, and they had mobilized the maximum force in an emergency, just in case of a sword attack.
Sheng was defeated and was able to rescue and leave as quickly as possible.
"Then who do you want to win?" the man in white military uniform asked.
The old woman didn't answer immediately and narrowed her eyes.
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In another sea, black submarines were cruising slowly, heading towards the location of the Slaughterer and others. They were like a group of black sharks.
"The duel between Slan Kingdom's number one genius, Sword Master Garen and the Slaughterer. It's really worth watching. But no matter how powerful you are, you can't compare to me, Lord Banner of the Black Federation." Wearing black and gold.
The tall and tall officer man in military uniform said loudly and proudly.
"Master Banner must also be watching this decisive battle from the dark." A female officer next to him responded.
"Of course. Master Zhanqi is in charge of the entire plan this time. Except for Master Zhanqi, all other strategic forces have been mobilized with him, and he has almost obtained the highest command authority." The officer sneered. "Everything is waiting for Master Zhanqi to take action.
.When they both lose, hey."
"I just don't know where the people from the Red Country are. These cowardly and hypocritical guys have no use except talking about their gods all day long. It would be great if we could wipe them all out together." The female officer was cold and stern.
road.
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Garen slowly changed his clothes. He was wearing a very eye-catching white diving suit, with a huge sickle moon painted on his back, which was extremely arrogant. This is the highest technological crystallization of the Slan Kingdom, an ultra-miniature high-strength defensive suit. The entire country.
There will be no more than four sets, one of which was allocated for the decisive battle between Galleon and the Slaughterer.
After changing his clothes, Gallon carried two black knives and walked to the side of the ship. Two female agents on the side handed him an oxygen bottle and a mask.
"I wish you good luck."
"Of course." Garen smiled, put on his mask, and jumped forward.
puff.
Only a little splash of water was left on the sea surface, and it disappeared in an instant.
The sea water continued to pass by Galen's ears, and bubbles bubbled up. His eyes were dimly blue.
As time went by, he dived deeper and deeper, and then began to slowly open the weights on his body to increase his own weight.
In the distance, he looked down and saw a black figure standing on the sandy surface of the seabed.
The man's eyes were glowing with an ominous red light, like blood.
The two of them were tens of meters apart, but they could both clearly see each other's image.
"Are you the Slaughterer?" Garen spoke directly. Although he was separated by a mask, the external speaker also spread his voice.
"What do you want to say?" The massacrer's voice was very distinctive. It was hoarse, as if an old man's throat had been broken. "It hinders my progress. It seems that he is here to challenge me to death again."
His tone showed extremely strong self-confidence. It was the absolute self-confidence gained after killing too many so-called strong men.
Garen did not reply. He was actually very curious about one of the four cornerstones. The main purpose of coming here this time was to test and see how powerful the Slaughterer was.
laugh!
Suddenly a black line pierced his waist from the side.
when!
The side of the Gallon handle blocks the black line and blocks it.
"You're really welcome." He chuckled, and looked at where the massacrer was, there was no one there.
Turning suddenly to the right, a pair of red eyes were rushing towards him.
Bang!!
The two collided hard. They were stuck together like two balls of mucus, rolling and turning violently. They shot towards the distance.
The black gun and the double swords trembled and collided violently, colliding dozens of times in a very small space. The speed of the black gun was obviously faster than the double swords. This made Garen's heart tremble.
"What a fast speed! My speed has reached the limit of human beings, and my physical fitness has now reached a terrifying level of five points on average, which is no less than that of ordinary giant beasts. His speed and strength are actually on par with me!"
"Winds from all directions!"
With a loud bang, four rays of silver light lit up and flew out in all directions from Garen's side.
The massacrer shook his hand, and the black gun split into dozens of gun shadows. The powerful force and speed actually brought up huge whirlpools in the sea water. These vortices struck Garonne like snakes from all directions, as if in an instant. It was as if there were several more opponents attacking Garen at the same time.
Clang clang clang clang clang...!
With four consecutive blocking sounds, the wind from all directions blocked the Black Spear Vortex Snake.
"Crouching Tiger Light!"
The massacrer snorted coldly, and suddenly spun around, churning up a large amount of seawater on the bottom of the sea. Under the huge pressure of the seawater, it actually caused a roaring sound of water flow.
Ouch!!
It was roaring like a tiger, and countless water flows gathered together like a huge transparent tiger and pressed hard against Gallon.
"Thunder shock!"
The black gun didn't stop at all and hit a triangle again.
There was a buzz. The entire nearby seawater shook violently, and the temperature rose rapidly. He actually used some unknown ability to directly heat all the water within ten meters nearby and quickly boiled! Ignoring the dark energy, it surged towards Gallon from all directions, forming a third Second wave of attacks.
"Heavenly Punishment Spear!!"
The last blow. The black gun was like an angry black dragon in the hands of the killer, rushing towards Garen fiercely. With the brighter red light in the eyes of the killer, the black gun fired out with a sneer, and its power surged astonishingly. to more than three times the original size!!
In a short period of time, the Slaughterer used three powerful abilities in one second, forming an overwhelming and terrifying attack.
For the first time, Garen understood what a Slaughterer was, and how the name Slaughterer came about.
At this time, standing in the center of the besieged attack and killing move, he clearly felt that he was not fighting one person. He was fighting an army! When he made one move, the opponent could make three moves, and he could even feel the massacre.
The abilities and powers activated simultaneously in one move are far more than just one or two, one or two.
The crazy undercurrents and undercurrents coming from around you may be virtual or real, strong or weak, of varying severity, turning or straight. Ordinary people would simply not be able to cope with the various distinct forces.
Hidden in each undercurrent are several or even a dozen changes and follow-ups.
"It's not on the same level at all..." There was a hint of helplessness in the corner of his mouth. "It seems that there is no way to hold back..."
The thought flashed through his mind, and Garen clenched his swords instantly, holding them with his backhand across his chest.
Suddenly, the blade swung out.
Divide the sea!
Wow!!
The light of the sword rippled. The entire seawater was actually divided into two. Garen stood in the middle, with seawater walls more than ten meters high on both sides. He stood in the middle, walking quickly with two swords in hand, like a god in the sea.
He was so arrogant that he turned into a white line and rushed towards the fallen massacrer.
The sea water was cut into a vacuum in an instant, and all previous attacks were in vain. The black gun went from bottom to top, and the galleons went from top to bottom.
The two of them have no tricks at all, and they are very tough on the front.
Boom!
The vacuum of seawater only lasted for a short moment before completely collapsing.
Boom!!!
A huge sound wave oscillated between the black gun and the two swords. The seabed sand surface where the two stood collapsed instantly, and a clear ring of concussion spread out in all directions with the two as the center.
All the surrounding corals, sand and rocks were stirred and broken, and some crabs, sea shrimps and shrimps were directly shocked to death.
The massacrer snorted coldly, took the gun away from his hand, flicked the chain at the end, and whipped it directly towards Garen like a whip. The spear technique instantly turned into a whip technique.
But at this moment, a bloodstain suddenly appeared in the middle of his chest, and blood slowly seeped out from his chest.
Garen quickly retreated, dodged the whip, and looked at the massacre from a distance.
"I'm sorry, it seems I'm stronger." He held both swords behind his back.
"Really?" The Slaughterer touched the blood marks on his chest. Indeed, his abilities and moves were complex, diverse and extremely powerful, but his physical fitness was still far behind his opponent. Although the gap was not big, it still made him feel a little incredible.
He was obviously weaker than his opponent in terms of strength, so he was slightly injured in the previous battle.
But although Garen's strength is strong, he is still faster.
"It's interesting." The red light in the massacrer's eyes extinguished. "Originally, I just planned to have fun..."
He reached out and threw the black gun forward.
Click.
The black gun actually broke into dozens of sections, floating around him.
"My muscles can superimpose force and supply fifty-three moves at the same time." The Slaughterer slowly explained, "That is to say, I can launch the same attack just now, fifty-three times in one moment."
He slowly held the two broken pieces of the gun with both hands, and with a flick of his hand, the fluctuation of the water flow actually caused the other dozens of broken pieces of the gun to swing together, as if there were dozens of arms holding the gun body. It looked extremely weird.
"What makes you so confident that you dare to challenge me head-on?"
"..." Garen's expression became solemn.
Fifty-three superpositions... If what the other party said is true, then... (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!