A figure flashed by in the red blood rain.
Killing people is easy, any secret martial arts can achieve such an effect. Because secret martial arts are fighting techniques, the purpose of creation is to train the human body, break through the limit, and use it for killing and fighting. However, Kaxiu has not seen any secret martial arts that can treat killing as a kind of enchanting art like the Nandou Hongjiu Fist, with a strange beauty.
It's not about any moves, boxing theory, or boxing willpower. It's just this style.
Those who are in the midst of the killing are inexplicably intoxicated by the joy of life passing by, and they sink deeper and deeper into it, unable to extricate themselves.
Kaxiu could feel that this Nan Dou Hong Jiu Fist had broken through eleven acupoints and officially entered the second stage.
A demonic nature he had never experienced before quietly emanated from every move of the boxing technique. Kaxiu then understood why Feng Liusi had gone astray and completely sealed off his five senses for three years. Because the Nandou Hongjiu Fist would bloom with the improvement of strength and the deepening of proficiency. If he did not exercise some restraint or his willpower was not strong enough, he would probably lose himself in the long killing and eventually become a slave to this boxing technique step by step.
Kaxiu's understanding of the core of the Nandou Red Eagle Fist has become a little deeper, and he has also developed an unprecedented curiosity about the mysterious Nandou Secret. In addition to the Nandou Red Eagle Fist, there are other Nandou Secrets, such as Water Bird and Sound Snake.
These ancient assassination fists seemed to represent different styles and directions of boxing, or even the ultimate in each direction.
So when was the Nandou Secret Boxing Collection created? Who was the amazing person who created this boxing style? Or is it that it has multiple creators...
Kaxiu lowered his head and looked at the two white palms that were slightly stained with blood. The nails of his left and right index fingers were as translucent as rubies. It was because a large amount of dead tooth energy was concentrated and compressed at the fingertips, causing such a strange phenomenon visible to the naked eye.
He couldn't do it when he was in the first stage of Nandou Hongjiu Quan, both in quantity and quality. But when he reached the second stage, the resonance of the eleven acupoints was amplified. Kaxiu naturally learned how to use the dead tooth force.
The "dead tooth phenomenon" is a very iconic passive skill. The virtual meridians in Kaxiu's body can quickly form an arc-shaped loop in the fingers, and the dead tooth power in the body's acupoints can run at high speed in the loop. Thus, a large amount of power can be burst out in a short period of time, making the fingers like a surgical knife.
Just like just now.
He did it gently and casually, without using any strength at all, and the limbs and heads of the gunmen were cut off.
Kashu's fingers are sharper than the sharpest blade.
It can easily tear apart tough skin and solid muscles, and shatter a person's body like stripping clothes.
He could vaguely feel that with each stage he advanced, the number of dead teeth on his palms would increase.
It starts from the second stage and ends at the sixth stage.
At each stage, Kaxiu would have two more teeth on both hands, until all ten fingers on his hands turned into teeth, that is, ten teeth of death. He felt that some terrible changes might happen by then, but of course this was more difficult. After all, Feng Liusi had only reached the fourth stage in decades, and it would be extremely difficult to break through each subsequent acupoint.
It is as difficult as ascending to heaven to open all sixty-six acupoints.
Only Kashu, who has the ability to rewind and whose killing personality is very compatible with the Nanto Red Eagle Fist, can give it a try.
In the dojo, among the gray-white roads and pale yellow buildings.
Screams and groans could be heard from time to time.
According to the sequence, it is not difficult to guess that someone came in from outside the Red Eagle Fist headquarters dojo and killed his way inside.
call…
A strong wind whistled past.
The two gunmen who were rushing around the corner stopped. They seemed to feel that a dark shadow had just flashed past them.
The young man in front was about to speak, but found that he could no longer speak. In an instant, his entire vision was spinning. He was floating in the air and saw two headless bodies spurting blood behind him: "Oh, it turns out that my head has fallen off..."
Then everything went black and he lost consciousness.
In just a short time, just over a minute, dozens of people had died at Kaxiu's hands. If they met him, they would die.
Regardless of whether they were the gunmen of the White Rose Killer Battalion or the rebellious disciples of the Secret Warrior Elders of the Red Eagle Fist, in this complex alleyway, the powerful Secret Warriors had a natural advantage. If it were a vast flat ground, perhaps dozens of elite gunmen with heavy machine guns would be able to make Kaxiu pay a heavy price. But here, a hundred of them would be useless.
The layout left by the Red Eagle Fist betrayer and the White Rose Gunner in the road to the dojo headquarters building was immediately broken through.
Of course, Kaxiu's undisguised advance also instantly attracted their attention. Warriors and gunners from other areas of the dojo gathered here, and some elite gunners and boxer-level elders who were originally besieging the Second Elder's faction also turned back to deal with the sudden external threat.
Today was a sunny day with good weather. A few wisps of gauze-like white clouds hung in the blue sky, and golden light was sprinkled on the top of the pale yellow dojo building. A strong smell of blood was swept away by the breeze, and the lush ornamental trees on the roadside swayed.
Several bloody arms were hanging on the branches, and the green leaves at the tips drooped slightly, dropping a drop of sticky blood.
In midair, a fiery red light streaked across a wide arc before landing at the side of the body. Five drooping fingers were dripping with blood, in stark contrast to the fair skin.
Kaxiu glanced at the three or four dead people around him. This was a white courtyard with an aisle. After passing this place, it was the central area of the Red Eagle Fist, where the sect leader and elders usually stayed.
The courtyard was originally quite clean and tidy, but now it was covered with blood. He suppressed the intoxication brought by the Nandou Hongjiu Fist and stepped over the corpse of a warrior wearing fighting clothes.
Three seconds later, he walked out of the pale archway of the courtyard.
"shooting!
!”
Bang bang bang... Tut tut tut... Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
A series of gunshots broke out instantly, and more than a dozen gunmen aimed their guns in this direction, pointing the muzzles at Kaxiu's body.
Bullets of all kinds formed chains of ammunition, densely packed together and almost covering a large area around the arch.
There is no way to avoid it.
Bullets hit the grass, rolling the soil. They hit the stone arches, splattering gravel. They hit the walls, scattering white ash.
It hit the target, but there was no sound.
After the metal bullets passed through the cloth, they seemed to be completely swallowed up, without any sound at all.
The arms that were blocking the face spread out, revealing a face covered in bloody steam, like a red mask.
It is hard to tell whether he is expressionless or extremely excited under the steam! Or maybe he is showing contempt for the weak...
Peng!
There was a loud stomping sound, and the ground around them shook violently. All the gunmen felt their feet go numb as if they were electrocuted.
A figure like a flying bird came rushing over.
The muzzle of the gun was focused and the machine gun bullets fired without stopping for a moment.
Ding ding ding ding!
This time there was a sound, a crisp sound of iron striking!
The red figure rushed over despite the bullets, leaping twice on the ground with his toes. He flew into the group of gunners like a ghost and punched the machine gunner.
stop!
Bang!
The head exploded like a watermelon, and the red and white solid-liquid mixture inside spread out in a fan shape and rushed backwards.
Several gunmen in the rear were instantly splashed in the face.
Before they could make expressions of disgust and horror.
Then I saw a blood-red hand reaching out like a balloon, rapidly enlarging in front of my eyes.
The head with a tough skull was crushed like this.
The two people died together almost within half a second.
A gunman on the left reacted and quickly raised his gun and turned around. He saw a red spear coming at him, and his right arm, in a knife-handed gesture, pierced through his entire left chest.
Most of the ribs were broken, and the heart, a key part of the body, was not spared. This blood supply center was instantly shattered into pieces.
Three people died, then a fourth, and a fifth.
When Kaxiu broke into their formation, the outcome was already determined. This elite gunner team could still fight against powerful secret warriors from a distance, but once a fighter got close to them, they would basically be wiped out. After all, although they were elites, they were also ordinary people.
In the blink of an eye, only about half of the dozen gunmen were left. Although these gunmen had received relatively professional training and their spirits were always above ordinary people, facing a monster that was not afraid of bullets, had bloody killing methods, and was full of oppression, all the gunmen felt fear in their hearts, and some of them collapsed and turned around and ran away.
Bang!
A hand pressed on a head, and the huge force contained in the palm directly exploded it like a watermelon. The gunman who witnessed the whole process of his companion's death opened his eyes wide and collapsed instantly. His shoulders trembled with fear, and his nose and tears flowed.
He was aiming the trigger at Kaxiu, but couldn't press it any further. His fingers were limp and without any strength. A shadow of terror loomed over his heart. He muttered to himself with a dull look on his face, "Kill me, kill me..."
"ah!"
"monster!"
"Run..."
The gunshots and shouts that were originally heard around gradually quieted down because all the people who made the noises had been killed.
The only surviving gunman stood there stupidly, like a wooden pole. Behind him came a series of receding footsteps, the sound of boots slapping on the blood of the sticky lake.
A breeze blew by with the smell of blood.
The gunman with empty eyes knelt down on the ground, and his eyes seemed to be replaying the blood red color that just floated through the air. He lowered his head, tears streaming down his face. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his pistol.
Raise your head, aim at your chin, and pull the trigger.
Bang!
A figure fell to the ground.
In the alley far away, Kaxiu heard the gunshot behind him and stopped. The magic of Nandou Hongjiuquan boxing was once again demonstrated, and he knew that the gunman had been defeated.
He was infected by the will and style of boxing and committed suicide in despair.
The Nanto Red Eagle Fist not only affects the user's personality and emotions, but also infects bystanders with weak wills and personalities.
Moving forward, Kasu flashed through the entire passage.
There were suddenly several holes on the walls on both sides, some with fingerprints, some with fists, and some with claw marks. The next second, there was a thump from the outside of the wall. The fighter's aura could easily sense the specific location of the enemy within a certain range, and even the next move. And Kaxiu's keen perception could detect murderous intent within a fairly wide distance.
Unless the aura is well hidden, he can easily detect it and prepare for battle a long distance in advance.
Bang!
He stopped and looked ahead with an indifferent expression.
I saw an old man with a goatee and a group of warriors wearing tight fighting clothes blocking the way. In the wide space on both sides, there were faint figures in black clothes flashing by. Kaxiu, I can feel many guns pointed at me.
"I don't know who you are and why you want to interfere in the internal affairs of my Red Eagle Fist." The old man exuded the majestic and powerful aura of a warrior and stared at Kasu with an unfriendly look.
"We have a cooperative relationship with the East Nine Sect. Your strength is indeed great as you fought your way here, but have you ever thought about the East Nine Sect's subsequent retaliation? The entire Eastern Secret Martial Arts World will be looking for you by then!"
"Besides, you may not be able to gain any benefit from me, under the gunpoint. No matter who commissioned you, who you came for, or which school you belong to, kid, don't make the mistake!"
Three minutes later.
In the middle of the limbs scattered all over the ground, Kaxiu grabbed the neck of the great elder Dyson with one hand and easily lifted him up in the air.
Dyson waved his fists and feet, but it was of no use. He couldn't even speak, his face was getting redder and redder, and even purple. His neck was stuck and he couldn't breathe.
"I don't have much ability, but I have a strong desire to survive..."
"A futile struggle."
Kasu lowered his eyelids indifferently.
Kacha!
A figure with a crooked neck fell to the ground with a thud.
He glanced at the bloody scene around him, identified the last area, stepped forward with his blood-stained boots, and walked over.
A pale yellow dormitory building.
All the remaining warriors in the three or four buildings were gathered in this building. This was the last resistance force besides the captives. Among them were three elders and the granddaughter of the old sect master Feng Liusi, Niv, all on the first floor.
In the living room, Neve’s face was pale and she looked worried.
The thin, white-haired old man next to him, the second elder Charles, looked outside through the window. A few minutes ago, something strange seemed to have happened outside the building. The people who had originally surrounded the last area were withdrawn one after another and disappeared. From a distance, it seemed that screams and fighting could still be heard faintly.
There seemed to be another fight taking place outside the Hongjiu Fist Arena.
Not sure what's going on...
Charles turned his head and looked at the pale Neve, and comforted her: "Neve, don't be afraid. It's okay. Dyson and the others don't dare to come over for a while. He is afraid that I will fight him to death..."
As he spoke, a bitter smile appeared on his face.
Neve nodded, but her expression was still gloomy.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
The sudden sound made everyone in the living room stop what they were doing. Charles' face changed and he rushed over there.
boom!
A door was directly demolished by a huge punch.
Outside the door, a figure squeezed in.