Mystical Journey

Chapter 738: Guild Wars 1

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"Profound meaning. Controversy!"

Looking at the fiery figure flying like lightning, Hosiman threw his right hand forward, cutting the air with his hand in an instant, and shot out several transparent air blades.

The half-moon-shaped air blade whistled and slashed towards the flame figure.

boom! !

The flame figure and the air blade collided with each other, causing a violent explosion, and the crimson flames swept all around, flooding the deck instantly like a tide.

Some of the bodyguards who couldn't dodge were contaminated, and they were all on fire, and they howled miserably.

Some people were knocked into the air by the violent shock wave, and stuck to the cabin hard, bleeding from all five sense organs, screaming, wailing in pain, and panic, no matter adults or children, all of a sudden, the whole crowd finally erupted.

After the flames dissipated, Hosiman covered his shoulder with one hand. A jet-black arrow pierced the back of his right shoulder. There was no bleeding, no wound, and even the black arrow was slowly disappearing and fading away. .

But what troubled him was that the muscles where the arrow pierced completely lost all feeling, and he didn't even feel a little bit, as if he had completely lost his shoulder. Even with his right hand, he couldn't use his strength.

"Two blood holy artifacts." A sense of crisis arose in his heart. It would be fine if it was just one, and it would be no problem to deal with it head-on. Two big men were fighting, and everyone was unarmed. Suddenly, a big man had a sharp short knife in his hand, and this knife was still in the category of untouchable.

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Stupa Palace

Dam moved forward quickly, turned several lightning-like turns, and advanced and retreated like the wind in the tunnel of the underground palace. The air here was rotten and the light was dim, except for the flashlight he was wearing to form a beam of light.

After a while, he quickly stopped in front of the urn enshrining a god statue.

The urn is located in the basement hall of a pitch-black supermarket, surrounded by weird Buddhist murals, flying apsaras everywhere, their bodies are red, but their eyes are green, reflecting green in the dark Torch light.

The god in the urn is a bald, three-eyed man with his right palm upright, smiling, and his eyes are slightly closed, but for some reason it gives people a strange feeling.

"This is not any statue of Buddha!" Damu frowned slightly. The underground palace in the forest of Buddhist relics was not enshrined in the statue of the mighty Buddha of Buddhism, but an unknown statue.

He has been lurking here for a while, and has a general understanding of the Buddhist Buddha's information, but he didn't find any branch of the Buddha that would be the image of the urn in front of him.

But all worries completely disappeared when he saw a slightly black mask enshrined in front of the statue.

He quickly walked to the mask, picked up something and stuffed it into the black bag he had prepared, then tied it close to his body. Glancing left and right, he quickly backed away and ran along the way he came.

Suddenly, a red light flashed from the darkness and struck at him head-on.

The red light is like lightning, but the moment it is seen, it has already reached the front of the face. The sharp and cold breath made the pores on Dam's face shrink instantly, and he even felt a little pain.

Instinctively, he stopped on his feet and stepped back, at the same time, he clasped his palms together to pinch the red light on both sides.

He could see clearly that it was a long red knife, but it only reflected the light of the flashlight in the dark, giving off a striking red light.

clang! ! !

The palm of the hand came into contact with the red knife sharply, precisely sandwiching the red blade in the middle, but at this moment, a little red light flew out from the blade of the red knife, and hit Damu hard on the face.

Boom! !

He let go of his hands and staggered back a few steps, blood dripping down the ground with his hands covering his face.

ah! ! !

A scream.

"My face, my beauty" Damu covered his face with his hands, but the blood dripped from his fingers unstoppably.

He finally regained his beauty from the teacher, and now, someone ruined his face again! ! !

"I'm going to tear you apart!!!" Damu let go of his hand suddenly, his eyes turned blood red, and his bloody aura exploded, with black filaments constantly swimming in it.

With a flash of his figure, the ground collapsed silently, and he suddenly disappeared in the same place, bringing out a blood-red afterimage and heading straight for the direction where the red knife was coming.

In an instant, there was a rush of air in this dark and narrow hall, and the huge aura shook, directly occupying all the positions and spaces that could be occupied.

Clank clang clang clang clang clang clang, Damu's blood-red palms collided with the red knife continuously like metal, he laughed crazily and horribly, and smashed into the darkness with countless afterimages from his hands The other party is not even worried that his palm will be cut when it comes into contact with the blade.

In the darkness, the owner of the red knife slowly appeared. Suddenly, it was a middle-aged man with a beard. He was wearing a black windbreaker, a white shirt and jeans inside. The methodical return smashed.

The man's expression was indifferent, as if he was completely indifferent to Dam's madness. No matter how fast the opponent is hiding, how fierce and crazy, his red long knife will fly up and down, as precise as intercepting bullets, and can catch all of Dum's attacks without missing a beat.

clang! !

With a crisp sound, Dum was shocked by the sudden burst of huge counterattack force and flew back.

"Blood Marshal Dam." The bearded man held a knife in one hand, and thrust it into the ground of the underground palace with a snort. He took out a lighter and a cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit it in his mouth, and took a deep breath. "Sure enough, my judgment is correct. Although your burst is powerful, your staying power is too weak."

His falcon-like eyes immediately fixed on Dam on the opposite side, and the darkness couldn't block his gaze. He could clearly see Dam's violently heaving chest.

The series of attacks and defenses by the two of them just now, every time, they did their best and did not reserve all their strength. In this way, although the power is terrifying, the physical strength consumed is absolutely astonishing.

"Drop your weapon in front of me, are you despising me?" Damu's face was hidden in the darkness, as if he had finally vented and calmed down.

"What do you think?" The bearded man stretched out his hand to hold the cigarette, took a puff Meimei, and sprayed two columns of smoke from his nostrils.

"Wait until I kill you, break through to the Death Apostle level, and then kill that Garon, and put a big firework there. Boom!" He made a movement imitating an explosion, "Everything will be quiet."

"court death!!"

Damu's figure instantly turned into a red shadow, and he rushed out. The next moment, his whole body's bloody vigor condensed a little, shrinking and gathering on his hands.

Chi Chi Chi! Several transparent and slender strings ejected, covering the entire hall, like an explosion, a large number of strings erupted in terror, flying and cutting to every corner of the hall.

These silk strings are the extension of Dum, as long as they touch the body, they can instantly cause a blood explosion. This is also the most terrifying all-round attack of Dum!

Facing the countless silk strings that completely enveloped him.

The bearded man took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the butt suddenly lit up.

Clang! !

His right hand actually instantly pulled out the long knife on the ground, and slashed forward!

From drawing the knife to cutting it out, there was no continuity of movement at all, as if the handle of the knife appeared directly in his hand in an instant, or he hadn't put down the weapon from the beginning.

The red knife light was shining, and it slammed into countless silk strings head-on.

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With a bang, he cut off the flame figure with the air blade.

"The blood race has been premeditated for a long time, and we must leave immediately!!" Hosiman knew in his heart that it was absolutely impossible for the blood race to simply send these two people. It is likely that there is a surefire solution. If it were him, he would definitely surround the surrounding area into three sides, leaving only one side to keep chasing and killing the prey to get injured and escape, barely able to see a glimmer of hope, consume his physical strength, and finally win easily, surrounded by three.

The red-haired man standing opposite gave a sneer, and began to swing the flaming long sword again.

Chi Chi Chi! !

A series of flame balls spewed out from the sword body, and these flame balls landed on the ground and continued to burn. During the burning, they arched and deformed like plasticine, and turned into short female flame figures, and the same as the beginning. The attack form is exactly the same.

In the blink of an eye, there were three more flame female figures on the field. They opened their mouths and roared, but there was only the whirring of flames.

With a flash of red light, three figures of flames rushed towards them, while the red-haired man in the distance slowly backed away, and then began to wave his long sword continuously, spewing out several clusters of flames to gather the figures.

Hosiman's face was gloomy, and he flashed to the left suddenly, a black light shot from behind, wiped his clothes from his waist and passed through, and was almost shot.

Before he had time to think, he moved his fists, stomped forward, and punched! !

Boom! !

He stepped out of a shallow depression on the deck, and it sounded like thunder, shaking everyone's feet numb.

I only saw a large group of black shadows bursting out from Hosiman's fist, and it was actually agitated in the air. Seeing the fluctuations and concussions, it was actually the same as the Profound Truth Contest just now.

Sure enough, with three chi chi chi chi, three air blades burst out from Hosiman's fist in a targeted manner, and hit the three flame figures separately.

Hosiman rushed towards the red-haired man fiercely with momentum, and then stomped hard.

boom! !

The deck vibrated, and Hosiman's speed increased sharply, with a huge impact like a tank.

At the same time, the three flame figures were also cut off and scattered. Even the flames sprinkled from behind were also shaken, delaying the time to form a human form.

This time the red-haired man's face changed slightly. He turned sideways to hide, but he didn't expect Hosiman's speed to increase sharply again. There was another muffled sound, and the deck was trampled out of a shallow pit again.

Hosiman's figure appeared in front of him in an instant, with his strong arms erected and the knife in his hand slashing diagonally like a blade.

The knife in his hand pierced the air, and there was an ear-piercing scream, like the sound of a fighter jet in the sky, and a faint white air was drawn from the back of the palm.

Boom! ! !

The red-haired man and Hosiman slammed into each other violently, like a tank hitting an elephant. The two rolled back and fell to the ground, just in time to avoid the two black arrows that flew again from behind.

For a while, the two scuffled on the deck, and the red-haired man was completely suppressed, with his four arms constantly overlapping each other, but every few seconds, the red-haired man would be punched hard in the chest, causing him to vomit blood continuously. . He could only try his best to block in front of him with the blade of the red long sword.

Boom!

His chest was pierced with a bang, but countless rapidly spawned flesh and blood unexpectedly wrapped Hosiman's arm in the middle and tied it tightly.

"fire!!"

He finally yelled. Taking advantage of this gap, a large amount of flames burst out from his body. A circle of flame shock was brought out, and it hit Hosiman hard.

Boom! !

The two separated quickly, the red light was shining, and the huge shock wave directly sent Hosiman flying, but the direction he flew away was a bit strange, he turned in the air like a bat, and fell directly to the sea.

"Don't let him run away!!!" the red-haired man yelled.

(end of this chapter)