Boom! ! !
The top of a snow-capped mountain somewhere in Iceland. Large expanses of rocks and snow powder exploded, splashing everywhere like bombs. From a distance, the right side of the entire Xuefeng peak was blown out with a huge gap, like a bitten sugarcane.
The upper half of the mountain slid down with a bang, and fell hard to the bottom plateau, shaking the ground violently.
The sky was clear without a trace of white clouds, but the light was still not very warm. Sunshine fell on the root of the Xuefeng explosion, and there was a dark cave there.
A trace of blue smoke faintly rose from the cave, and the smoke danced around the entrance of the cave in the air, and then quickly dissipated, like a living thing.
Cough cough cough.
A slight coughing sound came from the hole, which seemed to be the voice of an old man.
A moment later, an old man with white beard and hair slowly came out of the cave. He was leaning on a thick white cane, and he was wearing a tattered animal skin garment, which seemed to be pieced together from many different animal skins. A string of shrunken human skull necklaces hung on the chest, giving people a primitive and ancient feeling.
"Finally came out." The old man's face was full of wrinkles like old bark, his hair and beard were scattered around his body like a lion, and he was completely unkempt.
He put his free hand in his mouth and blew sharply.
Hush! ! !
A sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded, drifting far away along the cold wind.
After an unknown amount of time, a small black dot faintly flew in the distant sky.
As the distance approached, the black spot gradually revealed the whole picture. It was a big black eagle with no trace of variegation all over its body, with a wingspan of more than four meters. The strange old man at the entrance of the cave below was reflected in the eyes of the black eagle, and then with a clear whistle, it plunged down and flew towards the old man.
A black shadow flashed, and for some reason, the old man sat on the back of the black eagle that hadn't completely flew down, and then one person and one eagle quickly flew towards the place they came from.
A few days later, news came out from the increasingly powerful Wuguang League that AG, one of the three leaders, finally left the gate in the spring. And successfully broke through to a new realm. Originally, AG was the upper level, and breaking through again, obviously the only possibility is the Death Apostle level.
In the Wuguang League, only Holy Fist Palace, which ranked first, had the strength of two Death Apostles, but now there is another Death Apostle, and the entire alliance suddenly became more powerful, completely forming a tyrannical force capable of protesting against the blood witch forces. power.
Especially witches, now they have become the weakest link. No one knows whether the AG breakthrough represented by wizards represents the return of wizards who once disappeared on the stage of history.
But the only consensus that everyone understands is that the power of the Wuguang League is getting bigger and bigger. The power of extraordinary power and the power of more and more ordinary humans are converging. More and more humans are under the leadership of the Holy Fist Palace. Continuous hard training of boxing skills, every moment, every second will make the power of the Wuguang League of the Holy Fist Palace expand by one point.
In this situation, the blood race had to move.
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Headquarters of the Blood Alliance
In the underground cave of the blood-colored space, several huge spheres slowly floated in mid-air like glass balls, swaying slightly.
All the dead disciples of the blood race, except Pale, gathered here, each occupying a glass ball.
Wellington, Red Moon, a dead woman, a mysterious blond man, and a mother of lions. It seems that the mother of the lion is not here, but her own image is projected through the ball, which seems to be a virtual image standing in the ball.
The five opened their eyes in the ball one by one, and exchanged glances with each other.
"Anzi has already entered. The next step is to follow the plan." The mother of the lion was the first to speak out. "The world is becoming more and more chaotic. If we don't straighten things out, I'm afraid there will be unforeseen and serious consequences." As she spoke, there was still tenderness and compassion on her face.
"I recently observed that the original plan should be slightly changed." Someone made a different voice, and it was the only female dead disciple. She frowned slightly and stared at the mother of lions.
"I think that with Garen's character, even if he catches his parents and relatives and threatens them, it's probably at most a dead end. It's useless except to make him no longer have any worries."
"Why do you say that? We can use his relatives as a bargaining chip in exchange for the benefits we need." Wellington is now redeveloping new family descendants, which consumes a lot of energy, and his face is still blue until now, obviously due to the excessive consumption of blood .
"That's what I said, but according to my analysis of Garen's past temperament, this person is superficially protective of the family, but deep down he is still an absolutely indifferent and rational person. If he is threatened by his relatives, the effect will not be very great. Big, it's not worth sacrificing this secret coin we finally broke into." The female dead disciple retorted.
"Indeed, Garen's personality is likely to directly fight to the death. Even if we kill his relatives, I'm afraid it will only further activate his determination to take revenge. At that time, the two sides will be exhausted and fight each other. The gains outweigh the losses, and both sides will suffer. In comparison, St. The boxing palace has a huge number of humans as the backing, and the speed of recovering strength far exceeds ours. This kind of consumption is not worth it." Wellington also shook his head slightly.
"Speaking of which, Hongyue, isn't there someone in your blood who has a good relationship with the Garen family? Is there a chance?" He looked at Hongyue.
"I won't use such despicable means." Hongyue gave him an indifferent look, closed her eyes and stopped talking.
"Inflexible!" Wellington cursed in a low voice.
"I also agree with this point of view. Garen's personality is not the kind of person who is threatened. The biggest possibility is that he will be killed and the net will be broken. Instead, it will eliminate his last worry." The mysterious blond man nodded, "My suggestion is that Anzi can temporarily Don't make any moves, so as not to expose yourself, and it will play the greatest role at the most critical time."
"I agree." Wellington nodded.
"That's fine." The Lion Mother nodded and agreed with this method.
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Swish Swish Swish.
In the tall grass of a person, figures quickly passed by, all dressed in black, almost blending into the night in the dark night, like ferocious nighthawks.
In front of the figure, a bloody figure was running quickly. The bloody figure was not slow, and it was getting closer and closer to the pursuers behind it.
When the distance was less than 300 meters, the blood-colored figure stopped abruptly, turned from extremely fast to extremely quiet, and turned around abruptly. Under the moonlight, a cold and handsome man's face suddenly appeared. It was Hosiman who had successfully escaped after killing Dam.
"You found me so soon?" Hosiman murmured, looking at the several black shadows behind him, expressionless.
After killing Dam, he defected with a mask on, so he must become a wanted criminal of the Lightless Alliance. With the huge power network of the Holy Fist Palace and the various strange methods of the dark witches, even after he broke through, he would not know it. I felt as if I was being hanged by someone.
"Hoseman! Die!!"
Several black shadows galloped towards him, and instantly turned around him like black flowers, and four bright sword lights popped out. Stab him in the waist from all directions.
"Nighthawk?" Hosiman narrowed his eyes slightly, and recognized the secret martial arts used by the other party. It was the improved Shadow Shooting Secret Martial Arts of Nighthawk. This secret martial arts involved the most foreign objects in the Holy Fist Palace. For the purpose, for the sake of victory by any means, these people who dare to come out to chase and kill are obviously desperadoes and fierce people. The blade must never be touched, it is 100% poisonous, and the throat will be sealed with blood.
"court death!"
With a swipe of his hands, Hosiman slammed transparent fists all around him, causing the four blades to sway violently.
Boom! !
He put his foot in the abdomen of a black shadow, and shot it out like a cannonball. This time, how much power the Holy Fist Palace has sent to hunt and kill him, he intends to leave a living mouth for interrogation.
But at this moment, his eyes swept over the masked eyes of these four people, and there was no desire to survive in the eyes of the remaining three people.
"not good!"
As soon as this consciousness appeared in his mind, he heard three bursts of extremely scorching terrifying aura.
Boom! ! ! !
The three figures surrounding Hosiman exploded into a ball of red and white fire, and the fiery flame snake swept Hosiman into it.
The fireball has a diameter of more than six meters, and the color is weird. From a distance, it is divided into three layers of colors. The innermost part is platinum, the middle is pure white, and the outermost part is light red, as if composed of three circles of halos.
The huge shock turned into substantial ripples and spread out. From a distance, Hosiman and the three of them could not be seen at all. They were all completely enveloped by the huge fireball.
The surrounding grass quickly turned yellow, dried up, and scorched black, and then turned into paper ashes. There were sparks on it, and then they were blown out violently by the shock wave. Some directly stuck to the surrounding grass, and quickly ignited the fire.
The fireball lasted for a few seconds before slowly disappearing, leaving behind a huge deep pit with a diameter of more than ten meters, and smoke was still coming out of it.
Boom!
A black figure suddenly rushed out of the pit. Flying into the darkness in the distance with the slightest afterimage.
Hosiman was scalded all over his body, his clothes were almost completely burned, his body was burned extensively, his originally handsome face was changed beyond recognition, and most of his hair was burned off.
This is the power of modern science combined with secret martial arts. Three dead soldiers blew themselves up together with powerful special explosives. After all, he didn't have the terrifying physical fitness of Garen.
But even so, the scorched skin on Hosiman's body was repairing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"What a ruthless method!" Hosiman endured the pain and ran away at a faster speed. Even if he was a dead disciple, the Holy Fist Palace was not an ordinary force, and there was a real blood dead disciple Tu Lan, who died In addition to the survivability of the apprentice level, which is so strong that it is close to immortality, the actual strength gap and the upper level are not too big. If he is under siege, and he is not a speed-type secret martial arts master, plus various high-tech means to delay and interfere , even he is inevitable defeat.
"Just grab it, Hosiman!" A voice came from far away, it seemed to be a high-level executive of Nighthawk, he couldn't remember clearly, but this is not important now. What is important is the sharp whistling sound that suddenly sounded overhead.
Whoosh! !
A black shadow passed over his head in an instant, and Hosiman suddenly felt a strong threat coming from above. Looking up quickly, two torpedo-like white missiles flew towards him suddenly with a scream. .
(end of this chapter)