"The state of being able to influence the airflow with one's aura. It was also the top level that was only possible when Palosha was in its heyday."
Andrela and Nightmare stood together, looking at Garen's overwhelming violent energy, and murmured an explanation in a low voice. "This is the strongest level in the legend of a fighter. In ancient times, such a person was called the King of the Century!"
Gallon, he has finally reached this level!!"
The "King of the Century" Nightmare looked up at the platinum pillar of air, and there was an irrepressible shock on his face. This kind of energy was as boundless as the ocean. With just a little contact, he felt a vast and boundless artistic conception rushing towards his face.
It was as if he wanted people to worship him. "It turns out that martial arts can really go this far." He had never believed in how high martial arts could reach simply. With the current rapid development of firearms, the decline of martial arts is completely inevitable.
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But now Galleon's explosion has allowed him to truly see the end of this road.
The night sky seemed to be illuminated by a white-gold energy, and the white light penetrated the fog and illuminated the island as if it were real sunlight.
This is not a real light, it is just a neurological illusion caused by people feeling the aura.
Everyone looked at the two auras above the island in shock. That was the rumored level of aura condensation, and it was called the level of the King of the Century!
Groups of people from other forces around them kept moving back to avoid being covered by the platinum aura. They retreated hundreds of meters before finally leaving the coverage area of the aura.
Within the scope of the spirit, as long as Garen is willing, he will immediately suffer the same result as those five masters. He will be imprisoned in a cage-like situation.
Garen withdrew his gaze and looked around.
The five masters were temporarily suppressed and could not come out at all.
He waved his hand, and the platinum energy suddenly recovered, condensing into a huge platinum statue behind him.
At the same time, the statue suddenly stretched out its hands and grabbed the Clown King.
The huge platinum palm brought violent airflow to hold the Clown King.
"No!!" The Clown King screamed, and his whole body exploded into a thick blue mist, submerging the giant platinum hand in it.
Everywhere covered by the fog, a thick layer of blue ice condensed, which was very strange. Some of the grass between the cracks in the rocks was affected and quickly turned into a pool of blue liquid.
boom!!
Another large ball of flames suddenly exploded from the blue mist.
The giant hand disappeared, the mist and flames quickly disappeared, leaving only a ball of minced meat residue where the Clown King was.
Garen frowned slightly. A complete explosion of platinum energy could indeed suppress the entire audience, but such an explosion could not last long and consumed a lot of energy and spirit.
As soon as his Qi was put away, the other four auras rushed towards him ferociously.
The Right of Glory and the wolf tribe Bettega rushed forward. One of them held a knife, and the claws of the other were glowing red. The air was stirred up with violent air currents. The giant whales and black wolves formed by their respective styles were also crazy and fierce.
Bite at the platinum idol.
At the same time, I don't know which two came from behind, with the same huge aura and strong wind.
Garen snorted coldly and ignored it.
"Idol. All things are flowing!!" He folded his arms and faced the two people in front of him. Invisible air currents shook from his side. The roar of giant elephants could be faintly heard in the air.
Boom!!!
His arms and claws collided together, making a loud noise that made his teeth tingle.
A large amount of platinum energy violently broke through the power of glory and the energy of the leader of the wolf clan, like sharp knives piercing in. The two men vomited blood and retreated wildly, their complexions quickly turning from white to red.
Two muffled bangs were heard from behind Garen at the same time. They shocked him slightly. He didn't care at all and jumped forward.
Snap!
His hands were like claws, and he grabbed the wolf leader's throat. His platinum-gold aura broke all his subsequent resistance in the blink of an eye. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough.
Click!
The throat bones were gently crushed. Bete tightened her grip on her throat, retreated and knelt on the ground.
Garen's expression remained unchanged, and his right palm glowed like ruby. He struck a palm with Palosha with his backhand.
His left palm struck the shoulder of Glory Quan like lightning. This strike also took advantage of the moment when his courage was broken and he fell into temporary paralysis.
Bang bang bang bang!!!
A palm print was placed on the shoulder of Glorious Quan, but four consecutive crashing sounds were heard.
With every sound, Glory Quan's shoulders were completely dented. By the fourth sound, the entire left side of his body was completely smashed.
He finally took a few steps back in confusion, his eyes quickly lost their luster, and he fell to the ground.
"Brother!!!" A sad and angry roar came from behind Garen.
Garen looked indifferent, turned around quickly, and struck out with a palm.
The front is pressed against a tuning fork-like spike.
clang!!!
The tuning fork trembled violently, and the spikes and palms were in a stalemate with each other. General Wiseman in front of him looked crazy, and his skin was as red as a cooked shrimp. It was obvious that he had used some secret method to explode his strongest strength in a short time.
Garen was about to escape and retreat. Suddenly, a huge force came from behind, pushing him against the ground.
He turned his head slightly and looked back. Palosha was biting his beard and put a palm on his back with a calm expression.
"It's over." A sharp voice suddenly came from above.
Garen suddenly raised his head and his pupils shrank. A colorful figure suddenly fell from the sky above.
It’s the Clown King!!
He stabbed straight down with the rune sword in hand. Fragments of black light danced on the sharp tip of the rune sword.
It was this black light that gave Garen an extremely dangerous and terrifying feeling. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw something tied to the hilt of the rune sword.!
That was actually a bundle of purple gunpowder!
At the same time, another general and the leader of the demon hunters, Elizare, also rushed over at the same time. One of them held a sword and the other raised a gun, almost without any pause.
"Help!!!"
Andrela and Nightmare were startled at the same time and rushed over quickly.
But it was obviously too late.
Garen's raised face could already feel the sharp tip of the rune sword piercing his forehead and between his eyebrows.
Suddenly a faint smile appeared on his face.
Open your mouth and spit.
clang!!
A ray of white air rose into the sky and hit the middle of the rune sword's body. The sword broke immediately, and the sword tip flew out from the side, passed through the forehead of General Wiseman in front, and plunged into a black stone statue with a hiss.
Bring out a bunch of bright red blood flowers.
The smile on the Clown King's face froze instantly. He suddenly recalled the scene where he showed the rune sword to Garen before, and his body fell involuntarily with gravity.
"East King's hand!!"
Garen let out a low roar, and an invisible air flow suddenly appeared all over his body. Palosha behind him was directly knocked back more than ten steps.
Tear!!
The Clown King's body was torn apart by Garen's hands and scattered on the black rocky ground. Not even a single intact bone could be found, and everything was torn into pieces of flesh and blood by the violent earthquake force.
In an instant, everyone in the audience stopped moving. Andrela and Nightmare, who had rushed over, also stopped. Looking at the flesh, blood and bones covered on the ground, they all felt a little nauseous. Looking at Garen's eyes also felt like
It was like meeting him for the first time all over again.
"I thought I was no worse than him, but I didn't expect" Nightmare bit her lip and said unwillingly. "Is this the strongest state of martial arts? It's too exaggerated!"
Andrela was completely speechless, but the joints of her hand holding the hilt of the sword turned white.
Woo!!! Woo!! Woo!!!!
The mournful howls of wolves kept coming from a distance. It was the wolves who were grieving for the death of their leader. They did not rush forward, but retreated in twos and threes.
Palosha leaned against the stone statue and looked at Galen calmly, with a hint of twilight in his eyes. He glanced at everyone around him.
Elizare and General Weisman, who had just rushed over, stopped and stood there, not daring to come over again.
All the other masters were completely killed at that moment. The right of glory and another general, as well as the wolf Bettega and the clown king. The deaths of the four people were only exchanged for the death of Garon's eyebrows.
A little bit of tiny scars.
"I thought you had just entered this realm and were not stable. It seems I was wrong." He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "There are two keys, how about one each? There is no need to fight anymore."
He looked at Andrela and Nightmare, "You two over there shouldn't have any intention of fighting for the key, right?"
Garen looked at him calmly. The old man's expression hadn't changed much from the beginning to now. It was obvious that he still had some trump cards that he hadn't shown yet. He and the others had just besieged him, but he hadn't fully shown his true strength.
"Take my three palms. If you are still alive, I can pretend that the siege just now never happened." He suddenly said.
Palosha was not surprised at all, and just took a deep breath. His expression became more serious than ever before. "Three palms? That's arrogant! But with your current strength, you are qualified to say such things.
I’ll take it!”
He originally planned to use all the strong men here to surround Garen. Even if he couldn't kill him, he could seriously injure him with less effort. Unexpectedly, he actually forced out Garen's terrifying strength.
Reaching this extreme level of martial arts is already a different kind of qualitative change. You are not qualified to contact the strong men at this level. Even hurting Gallon is a miracle.
Palosha's thoughts were flowing, and he slowly stood up with his feet in a figure eight. "I didn't expect that the trump card originally prepared for Xianflan had to be used on you in advance¨..."
He held out three fingers: thumb, index finger, and middle finger.
Three fingers were pressed firmly on the center of the eyebrows and temples on both sides.
Bang! After a small sound.
Palosha put down his hand again, and a huge amount of pure white aura exploded around him. The large amount of aura rippled and impacted like sea water, and soon condensed into a huge white bird.
Miles!!!
The giant bird made a strange chirping sound, and in terms of height, it was actually equal to the platinum statue of Garonne.
Palosha's eyes turned completely white, with no pupils visible. The clothes on his body were torn apart by the rapidly expanding muscles. His height suddenly increased from 1.8 meters to more than 2 meters. His whole body showed a golden ratio.
Streamline shape.
call!!!
He exhaled slowly, and two thick streams of white air came out of his nostrils, hitting the ground and making two small craters.
"Have the three personalities merged into one?" Garen finally became serious. Seeing that Palosha's aura could actually reach his own level, it was obvious that he was now qualified to compete with him head-on.
"For being able to practice a mere assassination fist to such a high level, Palosha, you are the well-deserved number one!" Garen put one hand in front of the claw, the other hand behind his fist and raised his head to the sky, and his feet were in a lunge. It was like his whole body.
Carrying a huge object of extremely heavy weight.
"Take my first palm." Garen rushed forward silently, and the fists of the platinum statue turned into white airflow, wrapping around his arms, and two white-gold spikes shot out from the front of his palms.