Courage, Courage, Courage, and Courage...
Bright and blazing, radiating outward like a light source. In the conference hall alone, there were four fully released powerful auras.
The air was disturbed by these auras and suddenly became chaotic. Strong winds whistled and swirled, forcibly suppressing the blazing golden-red flames on the high platform.
For fighters, the aura released is the most sensitive. The leader of the Cloud Dog Fist, Tom, and the elder Oro are both at this level, so they can naturally feel the four auras and auras that almost fill the entire hall, which are strong and condensed.
Fighters, four fighters, that's really rare!
Not only that, these four people are not ordinary fighters in Tom's perception. It seems that the strength of each of them can reach the level of veteran fighters, which is simply outrageous.
Even more than that.
There were two auras approaching at a very fast speed behind him. Although they were very far away, it was conservatively estimated that they were at the fighter level.
What does this mean
Eight fighters at a tulip antiques show
At least five of them are veteran fighters.
Even during the Dongjiumen gathering, it was not this exaggerated...
Tom's heart suddenly sank. They had received too little information, so they completely misjudged the potential enemy's strength. They thought that the Blood Spirit was the only organization that existed in the open.
result…
Tom suddenly regretted not insisting on holding the East Nine Gates Conference in Kula City, otherwise he would have been able to compete with it.
How could it be possible for only himself and Oro in the Guangguang Hall to stop the four fighters and one monster on the opposite side, and the two fighter-level strongmen outside? Suddenly, regret filled his heart, but Tom forced it down in an instant.
Facing this crisis, regret and panic would be useless. Instead, he should calm down and figure out what these people want from the Tulip Antiques Exhibition.
Do you just want an antique box
The thought flashed through my mind, to outsiders.
Tom's expression froze for a moment, then he regained his composure. He calmed his mind and raised his head calmly.
Suddenly, he saw five pairs of eyes staring at him.
They were motionless, like sharp swords that were about to pierce his heart. Their eyes were as fierce as those of a wolf.
Tom's expression of pretending to be calm froze, but the next second he thought of the root of the problem. His eyes flashed, and he threw the Kupan Magic Box in his hand. He didn't throw it randomly, but specifically towards the direction of Kashu and the other two. If the real purpose of these people was the Kupan Magic Box, they would fight among themselves. The most acute conflict between Tom and these people disappeared, and he didn't end up being besieged by seven or eight people.
He could vaguely tell that these people were divided into several groups, not all of them together. The Blood Armor Man and the man with glasses beside him were one group, Kaxiu and the other three were one group, and the two people approaching quickly in the square might also be one group.
The Blood Spirit Society had experienced sharp conflicts and frictions with the Cloud Dog Fist, so Tom certainly would not give the Kupan Box to his enemy, so he immediately threw this hot potato to Kaxiu and the other two.
Tom threw it hard, and the box drew a fast arc in the air and flew to the seat in front of everyone's eyes.
“Get started!
!”
The Black Peacock yelled loudly, and the Blood Spirit Society's President Lian next to him also roared like a beast, and his figure flashed.
Two arcs of light, one black and one red, rushed towards the box.
A few meters apart.
"Snap!" Kaxiu stretched out his hand and grabbed the magic box directly.
He grinned in a somewhat ferocious smile, his white teeth carrying an inexplicably cold feeling: "The magic box is in hand, but it's not over yet. We have to deal with this situation today..."
"Cry!" A loud bird scream echoed in the room.
Kaxiu's whole body was boiling with heat, and every organ in his body was trembling in response. Muscles, blood vessels, bones, something that looked like both liquid and boiling steam was ejected from his pores, and the air suddenly twisted like water waves.
Suddenly, red mist rolled, and the aura was terrifying. A huge alien bird swooped down, its ferocious wings covering the sky and the sun.
He kicked his feet slightly, and the whole person blasted out like a cannonball. His terrifying physique exploded to the fullest.
"Hahaha, I'll come too!
!”
Feng Liusi next to him was also unwilling to be left out. He had just broken through to the fifth stage of the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan and was itching to try it out.
As soon as it erupted, the power in his body roared out like a volcanic eruption. Compared to Kashu, Feng Liusi's deep red spirit was so sticky that it was suffocating, like glue.
The blood eagle wings spread out behind him also look more elegant.
He spread out his hands, plain and simple. Only the four red chains on his arms spun at high speed, like poisonous snakes around a pillar. Suddenly, crackling sounds came from between his arms.
The red lightning-like force visible to the naked eye was jumping wildly.
It has a power that makes one's heart tingle at the sight of it.
He disappeared with a whoosh, his body rapidly pushing away the air in front of him. The air flow swept away all the gravel.
In contrast, Sheng Feinan, who was at the end, was not in a hurry. He just silently drew out the crystal blue whip from his waist.
In half a breath, the long whip turned into a long sword. Along with the arm extending downward, the cold tip of the sword pointed slightly at the ground.
Sheng Feinan took a step forward, and every step left a trail of white frost on the ground, as if it were the trace of a centipede crawling.
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!
In the middle of the conference hall, several figures suddenly collided with each other.
They perfectly demonstrated the strength, speed and destructiveness of a fighter-level master, like missiles bombarding and exploding face to face. The five figures fought separately and then quickly fought together, shaking out a white mist-like phenomenon in the surrounding air.
It seemed that because of the huge force confrontation, the airflow in the center of the fight was squeezed, forming circles of arc-shaped rays. The white air shot out, and it was obviously the aftermath of the airflow, but it could hit a shallow dent in the wall like a bullet.
"Master...Master, we..."
The team of Cloud Dog Fist disciples who acted as the attackers stood there in shock, at a loss for what to do.
We had agreed to follow the plan set by the sect leader, direct and act out the whole process to lure people into the trap, and then directly trap them.
How...how did it become like this
Should we proceed according to the original plan
"Huh..." Tom, the leader of the Cloud Dog Fist, exhaled a breath of hot air.
Just as he was about to speak, another explosion was heard outside!
"It's those two!"
He rushed out with Oro and instantly flew out of the hole in the wall, and the scene above the circular plaza appeared in front of them.
The white crowd fought with the black and red people, like mixed paints on a canvas, and battles were going on in every area.
In white are the many disciples wearing Cloud Dog Fist fighting uniforms.
The black ones represent the elite of the sect organization, and the red ones represent the Blood Spirit Society.
In terms of overall numbers, white definitely had the upper hand, but the fight was still very close and they were constantly entangled. Especially in the middle aisle, there were basically no white figures standing.
Apparently, the two powerful auras that Tom had sensed just now killed their way through, knocking away and killing all the blockers.
“Damn it!
!”
Tom and Oro immediately became angry. The five people in the meeting hall were fighting each other. They could get whatever they wanted. They couldn't intervene anyway. But the two outside were slaughtering the Cloud Dog Fist disciples wantonly. Even a clay man would have a temper.
Just when they were about to reorganize their forces to fight back.
On both sides of the antique exhibition building, suddenly four or five objects with red tails appeared and flew towards the center with a whooshing sound.
In the circular square, two auras suddenly erupted. A metallic humming sound was heard, and three blade beams cut through the air like mirrors, plowing the marble floor while slashing at the rockets.
Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, two bombs exploded in the air, and the air waves rolled.
But there were still three that were not stopped, and they hit the vicinity of the two auras at once. Overlapping violent explosions suddenly sounded, and the hot air flow suddenly swung outward. In the expanding orange-red flames, metal fragments and gravel shot out.
Under Tom's gaze, a large group of professionally trained men in black appeared on both sides of the square. They were serious and calm, with a badge printed on their chests, which was a hand holding a sword upside down, with some hideous thorns wrapped around it.
Most of the people who came were armed with guns, and some of them even carried rocket launchers. They looked well-trained.
"Keep bombing that area!"
A slightly deep boy's voice suddenly ordered.
"yes!"
Suddenly, another bunch of rocket launchers were aimed at the center of the square, launching bombs without hesitation. Only the sound of whooshing in the air could be heard, and eight or nine red arcs flew past.
Boom boom boom boom…
The rocket penetrated into the expanding fireball, making the already turbulent flames even more mushroom-like, and the loud noise made people's eardrums hurt.
whoosh!
On the high wall at the edge of the square, a final red arc flew out, carrying a trail of flames, and fiercely penetrated into the flames.
Thom turned his head and saw a black-haired boy in a butler's uniform jumping down with a bazooka on his shoulder.
He threw it casually and one of his subordinates came over to catch it.
The boy walked slowly, the round-frame glasses on his nose blocking the sunlight. From other angles, all you could see was a reflection of white, as if it was not glass but a mirror.
He had a cigarette between his lips, the end of which was scarlet. A white glove with unknown letters tattooed on it reached out and took the cigarette away.
Smoke was curling up between fingers, rising in wisps.
"Black Agency?"
Tom's eyes narrowed, with a sense of caution. As the leader of the Cloud Dog Fist, he had some contact with official forces and black organizations. He even cooperated with them in some cases.
"Nice to meet you."
The boy raised his hand and bowed like a gentleman.
"Federal Secret Service Section 13, Black Agency."
"Amos..."
He stood up straight, bit his cigarette again, and his face was immediately covered by white mist. A voice came out from inside.
"Mr. Thom, facing this situation, I think..."
"We should reach a cooperation for the time being, shouldn't we?"
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Amidst the rumbling sound of explosion.
The knife ghost's knife broke.
He has three sharp combat knives, namely the chopping knife, the bayonet and the shock knife. They are made of a special alloy formula provided by the sect and forged by professional knife-making masters over several years. The blade is extremely hard and tough, and can tear steel with ease.
Before these combat knives were available, the blades of the sword ghosts would be severely worn out after each fight, often after four or five fights or a full-out fight. This was partly due to the collision of the blades, and partly because of the sword ghosts' own knife-wielding skills, which were very wear and tear.
But more than ten years ago, I started using these three favorite knives.
The sword ghost Jialuo Luo has never been replaced, and only needs to be polished every once in a while. The blade is hard and almost never wears out. It has accompanied him through thousands of battles in the past ten years.
However, just now.
The sword used to block the attack was completely broken.
It broke into two pieces at 1/3 of the tip of the knife and fell to the ground.
Rockets, double-digit rockets!
Even though the sword ghost is a leader in the "B" class, he still cannot escape the situation of being hurt. Because the black agency defines the "B" class as a rocket-like power that can cause large-scale damage and sweep the surrounding area with destructive power.
A "B" level expert is equivalent to a rocket launcher that can walk freely and has its own consciousness. At least it is a building-destroying level.
What is referred to here is destructive power.
If they are hit by rockets, they will also be hurt by shock waves and high-temperature shrapnel, unless they are extremely strong.
Daogui and Zijiang were accidentally bombarded by rockets during their advance. Even if they were top-level "B" level, they would have to pay the price. Jialuo Luo's sword was broken, and he could no longer perform the Three Swords Flow Rainbow Light World. Zijiang was also covered in dust and suffered some minor injuries under the impact of the shock wave, which was quite embarrassing.
In the center of the square, the expanding and raging flames were cut apart by a knife.
Two figures walked out from inside.
Jialuo Luo's face was gloomy, with a little blood on the corner of his mouth. It was not because he could not use the three-sword style, but simply because his beloved sword was broken. Because he could not use the Rainbow Light World after temporarily recovering, once he used it, his injuries would explode. He could only maintain the two-sword style Scale Fire at his best.
Beside him, General Zi patted his tattered clothes.
He looked at Amos and Tom with a gloomy gaze, but the next moment he seemed to sense something and looked suddenly towards the wall.
Boom!
The wall exploded directly.
The five people who were fighting inside rushed out together.
Among them, there was one figure who was in a very miserable state. The president of the Blood Spirit Society, Lian, was besieged by Feng Liusi and Kaxiu, while the Black Peacock was temporarily restrained by Saint Feinan and could not provide support for a while.
The battle lasted less than half a minute.
Lian's seemingly indestructible body armor was almost completely destroyed, especially Feng Liusi. In his hands, Lian's strong body was like tofu, everything broke at a pinch.
Even immortality is useless!
You know, Lian drank the concentrated violent potion quickly during the explosion, and his recovery ability was improved to a higher level. He even wanted to fight against Kaxiu and the other three people alone to show his unparalleled fighting style.
result…
"Knife ghost, save me!
!”