"Is this the senior elder of the Wellington family? He is so weak..." The red figure jumped lightly and landed lightly in front of the man in white. His red leather boots clicked on the pool of solidified blood. superior.
"I've only been chasing for more than ten kilometers and I can't stand it anymore. It's not as good as the middle-level vampire last time... It's such a rotten race..." Dam looked down contemptuously at Elder Wellington who was lying on the ground begging.
Since the last fierce battle with a high-ranking vampire, his Death Water Bird Fist has finally taken a step further and successfully created an extremely terrifying secret martial art. Combined with the fact that he has absorbed a large number of martial arts essences and the most essential secret principles of Water Bird Fist, he has Create a method of killing using steel wire strings as weapons.
The vibrations of his terrifying Death Water Bird Fist can be transmitted through silk threads, and can also achieve the effect of instant death upon contact. Although the lethality is slightly reduced, the killing range is greatly increased, and the combat angle becomes more tricky and terrifying.
At this point, Death Water Bird Fist finally broke away from the basic category of Water Bird Boxing and became Dam's own boxing style, which is equivalent to a branch of Water Bird Boxing. Theoretically, Death Water Bird Boxing has three realms, and each realm can be divided into five levels.
This realm is determined by the controlled steel wire strings.
The first realm is one realm, the second realm is two realms, and the third realm is three realms.
As for the level of each realm, it is determined by the length of the lethality of the control wire.
Dam is now in the first realm and can only control one steel wire, but the length reaches the fifth level, which can extend the steel wire to fifteen meters and kill the enemy. As long as it touches the enemy, the blood of the enemy will be detonated instantly. Causing horrific fatal injuries.
"Don't kill me... don't... the patriarch of my family will reappear soon, and he won't let you go!" the blue-haired man yelled, half pleading and half threatening.
"The patriarch of the family...?" Dam licked his lips. The blood-colored lipstick even had a hint of red on his tongue.
Looking at the frightened blue-haired elder in front of him, Dam narrowed his eyes, took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and slowly pressed the opponent's head.
"Don't worry, of course I won't kill you...you are still of great use..."
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America
Nabudas mountains
The highest main peak, Ares, is as tall as a cloud, with its tip penetrating the sea of white clouds and extending into the invisible sky.
Crossing the white sea of clouds, moving upwards. There is a huge depression on the side of the mountain top. In the depression is a large and exquisite snow-white castle, like a huge white harp, gradually increasing in height from left to right.
There is a huge cylindrical pipe on the left side of the castle, from which streams of white gas-like things slowly flow out, falling continuously into the vast sea of white clouds.
The white air was billowing. Like extremely cold air, the cylindrical pipe from which the white air came out was tens of meters in diameter, and at the edge was a winding mountain road close to the mountain peak.
The wind and snow were howling, and snowflakes were falling like raindrops, accumulating on the top of the mountain, but not many snowdrifts were accumulated on the path.
The sky was bright at this time. Heavy snow was falling, and a group of people slowly walked up the path. They were all wearing black coats and hoods. They were walking on the icy steps that were easy to slip. They were surprisingly stable.
There were five people in this group, and each of them had their faces completely covered under black hoods.
My footsteps stepped on the snowdrift on the steps, making a crunching sound.
The first man in the black coat who took the lead raised his head and looked at the white spire castle with hundreds of steps ahead. He pulled off his hood, revealing a resolute and cold face of a man. It was Hossiman who had just returned from a mission.
"The weather here is getting worse and worse...since the teacher moved here." He murmured softly.
Even though his voice was not loud in the wind and snow, it was actually able to be heard clearly by the four people behind him.
"Lord Ba Fist, isn't this harsh weather and environment a good way to hone the will and persistence of those who come to learn the art?" The man also took off his hood, revealing the face of a man with burns on the bridge of his nose.
This man has no hair, a yellowish complexion, a bald head with a green and black tiger tattoo on his head, and a huge gold ring on one of his earlobes, which makes him look a bit exotic.
Moreover, his American accent is not very standard, with a thick rolling tone.
"The idea of the Master of Dongji Sect is not bad." Hossiman nodded in agreement.
"A warrior should focus on boxing, use all conditions outside the body as nourishment to hone himself, and reach the highest level in this life!" Dongji Sect Master, the Dongji Boxing Exchange Representative from the East, bowed his head and said piously. He has a unique way of boxing.
A pursuit and fanaticism that is almost reverent.
Among the three major martial arts in the world, Dongjiquan, Saudi Arabian Boxing, and Moke Lock Sword School each occupy their own place. It is a fighting style formed by the integration of the history, culture, beliefs, national spirit, etc. of a continent in a general direction.
With obvious regional style.
Among them, there are many schools of Dongjiquan, including bare-handed palm techniques, some specializing in boxing techniques, some specializing in leg techniques, and some using various weapons. However, its main feature is that while fighting, it also focuses on strengthening one's body.
Physical fitness, tapping into one's own instinctive potential, evolutionary exercise.
Dongji Boxing is a large category, with ancient cultural inheritance as the spiritual core of the boxing. The mainstream is the direction that the Dongji Sect leader who is here to communicate is good at, focusing on physical training to strengthen himself, supplemented by practicing moves.
The reason why Hosiman brought him to the Holy Fist Palace was that he had communicated with the Dongji Sect leader before, and his terrifying strength was able to protest against him. You must know that Hosiman's current strength has reached a terrifying level.
The pinnacle of advancement.
A large part of this is due to Garen's continuous terrifying improvement. However, with such strength, he was unable to defeat the leader of the East Ji Sect. One can imagine how powerful he is.
Looking at the devout Dongji Sect Master Du Xinglong behind him, Huo Ximan sighed in his heart.
Sure enough, apart from the Vampire Clan, there are many hidden powers in this world. It is only because the Vampire Clan is too prosperous that these forces have quietly lurked.
And now the blood clan is engaged in a civil war and has suffered heavy losses. These forces are also ready to move involuntarily.
"We'll be here soon. The master has already prepared a banquet in the palace to entertain several distinguished guests." Hossiman said gently.
"Thank you." Du Xinglong, the leader of Dongji Sect, nodded.
The group of five people quickened their pace and rushed towards the white Holy Fist Palace on the top of the mountain.
The round-arched palace gate there was already being pushed open from both sides, ready to welcome you.
Hosiman and one of his men led the Dongji Sect Master and two of his disciples into the palace gate. They walked into the white spire hall that was hundreds of meters high, and followed the carpet-like stone corridor on the ground towards the innermost part.
Walk to the main hall.
On both sides are exquisite walls sealed and carved with various patterns, which fit perfectly with the rough and ancient scenery outside, as if there is some kind of rhythm hidden in them.
A young man in white clothes led them in from the left side of the innermost hall and passed through a long corridor with tempered glass on the left side. Through the glass, they could see the deep and wide endless sea of clouds below. The scenery was charming.
The young men in white who lead the way are ordinary young people from all over the world who are training here. These people learned about the existence of the Holy Fist Palace through the reputation of the World Fighting Competition. In addition, a large number of potential seeds from all over the world were sent here, and each event was exciting.
Extreme fighting competitions continue to refresh everyone's common sense. Martial arts that can evade bullets, martial arts that can strengthen eyesight, and martial arts that can tap one's own reaction intelligence. Scenes of wonderful fighting and fighting have attracted a large number of people who want to learn
Martial arts young man.
Of course, the main reason is due to the chain effect after the competition. Talents who practice martial arts, with their powerful five senses and terrifying skills, are capable of many types of work, even to the point of being far superior to ordinary people. These trainings are very
To a great extent, it has affected the employment issues of the original martial arts practitioners.
In particular, the fighting club organized by Hossiman and Dam, the terrifying effect of their martial arts during its initial expansion shocked the U.S. military. They were also invited to the army as instructors for special training. Although the effect was
Not very obvious. But it also indirectly tested the strength of the two.
Naturally, this information quickly spread to all the major powers in the world. In just a few years, Hoseman and Dam went from ordinary young people with no knowledge of martial arts to super masters with powerful and terrifying weapons, each dominating the
One side.
After Horseman single-handedly defeated fifteen special forces soldiers holding his own firearms, the world's enthusiasm for martial arts suddenly increased.
This is Hoseman and Dam's plan to become the world's martial arts holy place and elevate Water Bird Boxing to unprecedented terrifying heights.
And now, this plan has begun to bear fruit.
Among them, when funds were insufficient, there was also huge sponsorship from the Lessardi Group. Now the Lessardi Group has partnered with the Holy Fist Palace.
The master of Dongji Sect followed the guide all the way, passing through a series of circular stone gates and stone halls. There were maids who specially served to change into clean coats, and took the original coats to be washed and dried.
A group of five people came to a large training hall, where dozens of people were divided into two groups and constantly practicing fighting with each other. Each one of them was using all their strength without any mercy.
The eyelids of the three people at Dongjimen jumped when they saw it.
The sound of fists and feet clashing, and the sound of screams could be heard endlessly. From time to time, medical staff carried the wounded down.
Dozens of trainees are all under thirty years old. They are all wearing gray and black Taoist uniforms. Each of them looks focused. Their movements are very ordinary. They are just some basic throwing and beating skills. There is nothing surprising. They are just a
They all seem to have a lot of strength.
"This is the dedicated practice hall of the Baiyun Gate of the Holy Fist Palace." Huo Ximan introduced.
"Baiyun Sect?" The leader of Dongji Sect frowned slightly, "As far as I know, the Holy Fist Palace was established, and there are only two schools under its command, Sheying Miwu and Waterbird Fist. This Baiyun Sect is...?"
"Baiyun Secret Martial Arts is a new and powerful martial arts secretly kept by the master, but it has not been taught before. This secret martial arts requires more time to practice." Hossiman said with a smile. He raised his hand,
Pointing to the top row of seats in the hall in the distance.
"That's where the master is, and the few around him are the chief disciples of Baiyun Miwu."
The leader of the Dongji Sect looked far away and followed Hosiman's instructions, and immediately saw a handsome blond man sitting on a white stone chair with a calm expression and a terrifyingly strong body.
More than a hundred meters apart, his gaze seemed to be caught by the other person. The man turned his head, and a flash of lightning seemed to light up in his eyes.
Du Xinglong, the leader of the Dongji Sect, was dizzy, his body trembled slightly, and he almost lost his balance.