Garen sat in his seat, looking calmly at Master Shabik of the Moke Sword Sect.
However, his mind has already drifted to Xixi, who is far away. Ning Ruoxi, who has been trained since the beginning of the fighting club, is the first batch of students with Hosimandam and others. Look good.
Now with the improvement of his strength, it has been greatly improved to a terrifying level, but these are not the most important. The key point is that Xixi has never really faced a top expert like a high-ranking blood by himself.
Fortunately, the first two elders of the Wellington family were not very good. They had no combat awareness at all. They just had a high-level physique but no high-level strength.
"Are you going to sit down and accept my challenge?" Shabik's face became more and more ugly. The opponent's arrogance and arrogance made his chest heave slightly. He is not the kind of boxing that cultivates the body and mind of Dongjimen.
"Sitting and standing, it's actually the same." Garen said flatly.
"Arrogance!"
Before Shabik finished speaking, he stepped back abruptly, and suddenly a gun and a sword in his hand rang out.
hum! !
boom!
With a gunshot and a flash of silver light, everyone saw nothing but a blur in front of them.
Garen stood in front of him with one hand, smiling, with a deformed bullet in his finger.
Shabik's complexion changed. He used a large number of sword flowers to cover up his true intention to shoot at the direction and angle. Unexpectedly, he was still predicted by the opponent.
And he was able to catch bullets empty-handed.
Without making a fuss, he raised the power level of the pistol by a notch.
"Come again!!"
With a low growl, his whole body turned into a ball of silver light and spun.
Boom! ! ! A little fire flickered from the silver light.
People around were startled, only the master of Dongji sect remained motionless with a calm expression.
Snapped! !
Garen's right hand was in front of him a little to the left, his face remained motionless.
"Accepted."
He said lightly, stretched out his hand, and there was not just one bullet in his hand, but three complete black bullets, and there was even a broken silver sword tip.
When the silver light stopped, Sabic's face was ashen, and he even staggered back a few steps, staring at Garen in horror. Although he used a non-harmful rubber bullet, the high-speed burst of his own pistol is already the strongest strength of his lore move, and the opponent looks more like playing with children, without Dongyou's real strength at all.
"Master Shengquan. His strength is indeed tyrannical, and I admire Mokesuojian." The female master stood up and said calmly, but there was still a trace of unconcealable horror in her eyes.
Only then did Shabik react, but he really didn't know what to say, his face flushed, he put away his spear and sword and retreated to his seat.
Garen returned a polite smile, and gently placed the bullet and the sword tip on the table. Several people present noticed that there was no trace of friction on the palm of his hand that caught the bullet, and they were even more astonished.
For these strongest fighters in the world, this kind of strength is no different from the extreme terror of the blood race.
They are strong and tyrannical, but they are naturally controlled by the hypnotism of blood race humans. Even the top willpower will be affected to a certain extent and their strength will decline. Everyone here has more or less suffered from this aspect.
It can be said that they are all the most powerful peak human beings in the world. These people look young, but existences like the master of Dongji sect are already in their seventies. No one else is less than 60. It is the tyrannical strength that is obtained through the accumulation of generations and the hard work of one's own talent.
They came here to pay a visit to Garen because they were shocked by the news that Garen was able to participate in the siege of the Wellington family.
They think that their individual explosive power is not weaker than that of the upper blood race, but the existence of human hypnotism and the terrifying physical fitness of the blood race make them completely unable to resist the suppression of the upper blood race.
"Now I believe that Lord Garen is indeed participating in the battle to encircle and suppress Wellington." Tams, the communication representative of Saudi boxing, said in a low voice.
The atmosphere during the banquet was slightly dignified.
"Everyone don't need to be cautious, we are all like-minded people, otherwise Lord Garen will tell everyone how the battle went when the siege of Wellington happened?" The head of Dongji sect whispered.
Garen smiled slightly and clapped his hands. Immediately, the beautiful girl who went down just now came up again, stood behind everyone and began to pour wine for everyone.
The atmosphere also eased up a little.
Only then did he speak slowly.
"This time you all come to the Holy Fist Palace together, it is also a great event in my boxing world. It is not too late for everyone to have a meal first, and then go to the martial arts field to communicate with each other."
In fact, he was also quite curious. The strength of masters like the Mokesuo Sword Sect is not at the level of the middle blood clan. The actual combat is completely based on the power of the guns in their hands, which is nothing to watch. On the contrary, Tams, the master of Dongji sect and the representative of Saudi boxing, seemed a little unfathomable.
They seem to be following the path of imitating nature and integrating into nature, leveraging the natural power with the limit of the human body, and indirectly crossing the limit of insufficient quality of the human body.
Garen has always followed the path of being absolutely powerful, and he pays special attention to this practice method, which is similar to the Taoist theory of the earth and learns from the heaven and the earth. This represents another path that is completely different from Warlock.
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Amber sunlight shone on Ning Ruoxi and Tu Lan.
The two stood alone in the middle of the city, surrounded by tall buildings and vehicles, but there was no one in sight.
Tu Lan calmly stared at the oriental girl in front of her.
"It's a very interesting boxing technique, very strange and powerful." She looked around and seemed to have discovered the key to this boxing technique.
"It really amazes me to be able to erupt such a level of hypnotic power from a human body. But..." Although she was trapped in hallucinations, she didn't show any signs of panic.
"However, for me, your hypnotic hallucinations have been solved hundreds of years ago."
laugh!
Tu Lan's figure appeared in Ning Ruoxi's position in an instant, and he stabbed fiercely into her abdomen with his palm. But immediately the figure in front of her slowly faded away, and it turned out to be just a phantom.
Slowly, a burst of soft violin music resounded from the surroundings. The sound of the violin was soft and melodious, but with a touch of depression, as if it was about to explode but was suppressed again and again without snoring, which made people feel uncomfortable.
A figure suddenly appeared behind Tu Lan, his palms cutting towards her waist like knives, his posture was silent.
Boom!
The figure was blown away by Tu Lan's palm, turning into countless black shadows and disappearing.
Immediately afterwards, another figure jumped down from the sky above the head, with a fierce voice.
Boom!
He was once again punched by Tu Lan.
Immediately, a third figure appeared, and the sound of violins around him gradually became more urgent.
Fourth way, fifth way, sixth way.
As Tu Lan knocked out the figures again and again, more and more figures appeared around them, and they became stronger and stronger.
There was a slight frost on her face.
The body turned suddenly, and a short knife popped out of the arm with a silver light flashing, and with a snort, it cut through the three figures rushing towards him.
She faintly noticed that the figures that appeared around her seemed to be the figure of the girl named Ning Ruoxi, but all of these figures were just a shadow as black as ink, as if there was no entity at all.
Snapped!
Suddenly a figure's palm slashed her forearm, and just for a split second, Tu Lan felt the blood in her arm jump violently, as if attracted by some kind of force and wanted to explode and protrude the skin.
"Water Bird Fist?!" She retreated abruptly, leaped and turned over, and landed in another open space, but before she could stand still, two figures appeared behind her.
"Endless!" Tu Lan's complexion darkened, his pupils opened suddenly, and the center of the pupils turned slightly, with a sudden heartbeat.
"Illusion counter!!"
Woo.
A strange sound suddenly disturbed and disrupted the sound of the piano.
The surrounding scene twisted and rotated in an instant, like an overturned bucket of colored dyes, a messy mess.
Tu Lan faintly felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, closed his eyes and then opened them suddenly, in front of him was already in a remote alley in the city.
That oriental girl Ning Ruoxi rushed towards her like a rocket, her body was suspended in the air, and there was a faint red beating in the palms of her hands, and she shot directly at her chest.
Tu Lan raised her hand, her arms appeared in front of her as if she had moved instantly, and raised her palm knife to move forward.
Bang bang bang bang! ! !
A series of afterimages of palm clashes exploded between the two of them, Ning Ruoxi hung in mid-air and ruthlessly faced Tulan above, her heart and blood tumbling.
The mystery of Huanlouquan was broken, which greatly impacted her spirit and blood. She originally thought that her opponent would be able to solve it easily. It's the same as the middle-ranked blood clans that were dealt with before, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult. Is this more than a little bit stronger than the other two elders mentioned by Brother Dam and Hosiman? !
boom! !
Ning Ruoxi's palm suddenly emptied and landed on the left wall, imprinting a deep palm print in it, and the entire wall was pierced directly. Fortunately, there was no one in the house inside, and no commotion was caused.
But immediately her heart skipped a beat, her eyes blurred, and she suddenly felt a pain in her right rib.
puff!
A huge force hit the ribs on the right side fiercely, Ning Ruoxi was thrown into the air, shot backwards, and groaned in pain.
Tu Lan had no intention of chasing after him, so he jumped backwards, easily jumped over the high wall of the dead end, and disappeared at the exit of the alley on the other side after a few vertical jumps.
At this moment, Ning Ruoxi rolled hard to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Standing up with difficulty, Tu Lan could no longer be seen in her vision.
"So strong."
She looked at the direction where Tulan was leaving and murmured in a low voice. At this time, several men and women in black clothes rushed out of the alley behind her. The right chest of these people was embroidered with the meaning of "Holy Fist". letter.
"Is this the real strength of a high-ranking blood race?" Xixi knew that the two senior brothers probably encountered high-ranking blood races who had no sense of fighting. Among them, the great elder was even killed by a middle-ranking blood race with voodoo However, the only female elder among the three elders of Wellington did not expect to be the only one with the strongest real superiority.
Seeing that several subordinates were planning to catch up, Ning Ruoxi waved her hand to stop them.
"Stop chasing! Withdraw!"
She was lifted up calmly, and took a deep look at the direction Tu Lan left.
The opponent's strength is far above hers, such a high-ranking blood race is the tyranny that a real blood race should have.
It seems that even though they have been decayed for thousands of years, these blood races still have some tough roots.
She didn't know why Tu Lan didn't kill her. The opponent's strength was obviously stronger than her by a grade, or even several grades, and it would be futile to die after chasing her.
"But the team leader, our task." A female subordinate still wanted to argue.
"We are not her opponent." Ning Ruoxi interrupted her, "The other party didn't mean to see blood, and they should have other purposes. It is not appropriate to have another conflict with her for the time being." Ning Ruoxi has always been a decisive person, just like In the beginning, she dared to stand up to Garen's pressure in the fighting club. She had no lack of courage, but now she would only irritate the other party and lead to meaningless death.
"Xixi, are you alright?" Quentin rushed over in a black suit amidst the hurried footsteps at the entrance of the alley, and he held Ning Ruoxi with a worried face. "This Tu Lan's strength is so strong, can't even take down your Dacheng's Huanlou Fist?"
"It's hard." Ning Ruoxi shook her head, "The opponent's hallucination counter is too strong, almost a hundred times that of the average blood race, and my illusion was shattered in one rush. It's because she was cautious at the beginning and didn't explode immediately for the sake of
"Your injury is serious, you must return to the palace immediately!" Quentin frowned after checking his injury.
(end of this chapter)