Under the yellow halo, in the red mist spreading out from his back, Feng Liusi put his hands in the most basic Nandou Hongjiu Fist stance, with his right hand pushed forward horizontally, making a claw shape. His left hand tilted to the right, as if resting on the bend of his right arm, making a fist.
The strong arms are as powerful as the wings of a seagull.
The clothes on his upper body had been ripped apart by the aftermath of the sword in the previous battle, completely revealing his sturdy body. His muscles were not exaggeratedly bulging like rocks, but were long strips that had been tempered a thousand times. There were occasional bloodstains left by the broken sword.
As Feng Liusi stretched his body slowly but actually quickly.
Every part of his body was lit up by some unknown force, including his waist, abdomen, chest, back, arms, and neck.
The red stars twinkled brightly, like clusters of stars echoing each other in the thick night sky. With a dazzling and blurred feeling, there was extreme danger hidden in the haze.
No more, no less, a total of forty-four blood-red stars.
Each eleven stars reflected each other, and seemed to be connected together on Feng Liusi's strong body, with virtual meridians running through it. At first glance, it looked like a chain-like tattoo running through the body.
It also looks like a scarlet-scaled venomous snake with fangs.
There were four snakes in total, all staring at Jialuo Luo who was rushing towards them like a sword drawn from its sheath, their eyes flashing with spirit.
Purer, more powerful, more condensed and more destructive Death Tooth Force shuttles through the body and roars in the blood vessels.
Feng Liusi suddenly became unconscious, the air all over his body was distorted, and there was a crackling sound of being penetrated by the force. You could vaguely see a red arc of light like lightning flying past, passing through his spirit, like a lightning tree growing backwards from the thick clouds to the ground.
And all of this, accompanied by his entire body moving at an extremely fast speed, pressed towards Jialuo Luo, as if the whole world was blasting away.
clang!
!
A brilliant blue and purple light quickly passed through the ruins, plowing the ground fiercely, leaving a long crack of destruction, and finally crashed into the blood-red world.
Kakaka!
The long sword fell with an unstoppable firm belief, and the surface was wrapped with faint scales of fire, and it struggled to pass through the air. The crackling condensed power kept hitting the blade, carrying a terrifying force. The sword seemed to have experienced forging and quenching again, and golden red sparks burst out from every part of the blade.
Shining!
Amidst the sound of metallic explosion, a violent airflow that distorted the line of sight exploded, bringing out a series of high-speed rotating white circles.
Peng!
A figure flew backwards from the center of the collision.
One-armed, holding a knife, and coughing up blood.
The fog dissipated, and Feng Liusi opened his right palm with a complicated expression. His palm was cracked with a diagonal cut.
It was neither deep nor shallow, slightly seeping with sticky blood.
"You've become so weak... I didn't even use the Blood Eagle Mouth. I only relied on the fifth-stage Death Fang power burst and the other three secret techniques." He spoke with an inexplicable feeling of regret, and paused, as if he was thinking about something.
Directly opposite, Jia Luo Luo stood with his sword, blood was flowing down his chest. There was a deep sunken fist mark there, which had broken bones and injured the internal organs. And the terrifying dead tooth force was spreading radially, as if it wanted to completely split and dismember this body. But it was temporarily suppressed by the spirit.
There was no unstoppable explosion like a bomb.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his sharp features drooped, like a seriously injured and dying beast.
Jialuo Luo's body trembled slightly. He looked at his former defeated opponent with blood in his eyes and nose, and his voice was a little hoarse and weak.
"Feng Liusi, I didn't lose to you alone, I lost to all three of you." He took a deep breath: "I am now talking to you as a pure secret warrior. I ask you a question. Do you want to experience my last sword..."
There was no hint of question or request in Jialuo Luo's tone, he was just stating a fact.
He stretched his hand backwards and saw a refined long sword thrown towards him in mid-air, and in the distance was a member of a sect organization.
The sword ghost Jialuo Luo naturally had a spare knife, but just now he and General Zi were attacked by a group of rockets, and the shock knife was blown off. Almost seamlessly, he faced the blood fist Feng Liusi in the next second.
It is impossible to block the attack when facing an opponent of the same level.
The same is true now.
This knife was thrown in the air. With Feng Liusi's reaction speed and strength, he could easily break it and send it flying. In short, as long as he wanted, this knife would never reach Jialuo Luo's hand. But Jialuo Luo still reached out his hand. He was betting that Feng Liusi, as a secret warrior, must want to see the complete three-sword style.
This knife will be taken by myself who is seriously injured.
call…
The long sword drew a parabola in the air, and the silver and sharp blade reflected the sunlight like a beautiful and dangerous mirror.
Card!
A bony, strong hand grasped the handle of the spiral knife. Jialuo Luo made the right bet, but he felt neither happy nor sad.
Because, whether he caught the knife or not would not change his life or death. He wanted to get the shock knife just to let Feng Liusi see what the real rainbow world is.
How terrible and hopeless it is when a person faces the three swords flow.
This is the persistence and pride of a secret martial arts practitioner, regardless of whether his stance is right or wrong, or whether his nature is evil or not. It is just an explanation of what he has been learning and practicing for decades.
This is not a noble sentiment, and Jialuo Luo is not such a person. It is just a common trait of secret martial arts practitioners. He knows that Feng Liusi can understand what he means at this moment.
It was obvious that Blood Fist really wanted to experience the Three Swords Style alone, so Jialuo thought, let him get his wish.
Boom…
The violent momentum caused the airflow over the ruins to flow back and sweep across, spreading out in circles like a violent tornado. The earth rumbled, the dust and mist flew and swirled, and smoke and dust rolled past.
In the center of the vortex, Jialuo Luo sheathed the three swords. He did nothing, but dense cracks appeared around him, centered on where he stood. It was as if invisible blades slashed through, completely cutting the ground into a grid.
Echoing the azure blue sky.
Jia Luo Luo raised his head slightly and closed his eyes. His right arm instantly passed over his waist, and a purple light spun like a dragon.
"Itsword style..."
Draw again!
The blue light is bright and pure, corresponding to the color of the sky.
"Two-sword style..."
Draw again!
A flash of sword light flashed by, carrying a faint red hue.
Chopping knife, bayonet, shaking knife.
Purple, blue and red.
Jialuo Luo suddenly opened his single eye, and the scorching light coming out of his eye was almost too hot to look at directly. He growled in a low voice.
"Three Swords Style, Rainbow World!
!”
The sound was rumbling, as if a god in the clouds was passing judgment.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz!
Violence, tremors, resonance. The blades of the three alloy swords vibrated at an unprecedented frequency, almost shattering the blades. Jia Luoluo jumped up and attacked with three swords at the same time.
In an instant, the air around him twisted and expanded rapidly.
Blue, purple, and red lights seemed to squeeze out from another dimension, turning into rainbow waterfalls and falling into the world. The area within a radius of tens of meters turned into a world of sword light, flowing with bright light like star sand. It looked like a colorful butterfly flapping its wings and scattering poisonous powder.
In fact, every butterfly here is composed of dense and tiny blades. All the sword techniques and sword skills accumulated by Jialuo Luo over the past fifty years are condensed in it, and the combination of various skills and power forms a dangerous and complex field.
Rainbow World! It really can be called a world.
Suddenly, Feng Liusi seemed to see the old man on the Eternal Island whose aura was so overwhelming that he looked like a holy fist. Jialuo Luo's rainbow world suddenly had a hint of atmosphere!
At this moment, he suddenly felt fear in his heart.
“Hehehe…hahahaha…”
The low laugh in Feng Liusi's throat suddenly turned into a wild laugh. He was so happy, as happy as a madman.
In the Death Canyon, why did Feng Liusi teach the Nandou Red Eagle Fist without reservation, even if there was no master-disciple relationship, he wanted to pass it on. The exchange of interests was part of the reason, and the continuous inheritance was also part of the reason. But there was another reason in his heart.
Because Kashu is like him, even better than him!
Hidden beneath the human appearance is the ultimate madness, the obsessive pursuit of the secret martial arts. Enjoy the trembling, curiosity, and excitement brought to oneself by every unknown fear.
This is Feng Liusi’s ultimate pursuit!
He felt fear when facing the knife, but more of it was excitement.
It was as if every cell in the body came alive.
So Feng Liusi laughed wildly, and he stood on the ground without hesitation. Blood-red steam surged from his arms and back, tumbling and spinning into vortices. The dangerous fluid condensed, as if being kneaded by a pair of invisible hands. Finally, it turned into a fiery red ferocious vulture, with waving wings that looked like both flames and scales.
In the center of the vortex, there were bloodshot veins at the corners of Feng Lius' eyes, spreading like fringe, densely packed like a spreading spider web.
"Liberation..."
He muttered to himself, and the shackles on his body were broken. His two arms were raised along with the surging blood-red waterfall, the left hand in front and the right hand behind, like a giant rhinoceros beetle. The surging red steam fell from the top of his head like a gauze dress.
"Nan Dou Red Eagle Fist, ultimate killing secret, Blood Eagle Mouth!"
Cry!
A loud and fierce bird roar pierced through gold and split stone.
boom!
!
A huge creature suddenly emerged from the thick fog that was spreading behind Feng Liusi. It was the head of an extremely huge bird of prey, with its beak open enough to swallow him whole.
The bird's head was ferocious, covered with scales, its eyes were cruel, and its beak was gleaming with metallic luster, with a blood-red color!
Rumble, the huge head swallowed Feng Liusi in one gulp, crushed the ruins with him, and rammed into the opponent like a tank.
From a distance, the world seems to be divided into two sides.
There is blood mist surging on the left and rainbow light filling the sky on the right!
bite!
The world fell completely silent at this moment. The sounds of fighting in the square, the explosions of rockets, and the whistling wind seemed to have all been blocked out, and all that was in front of me was white light.
The background of the sky and earth was blurring, like a gradually smudged filter. The azure sky, white soft clouds, black and gray ruins, scarlet mist, and three-color blade light were all fiercely rubbed together. It was hard to tell the colors apart, let alone the other colors.
Until a certain moment.
The buzzing sound gradually became clearer from the vague lake, as if a person woke up from a coma and regained perception of the world.
boom!
A black tornado was like a straight line, violently connecting from the ruins all the way to the high-altitude clouds, spreading towards an unknown place.
The next second, the tornado dissipated.
The waste and rubble that were swept up into the sky fell down with a crash.
Like a black rain that swept away everything.
In the ruins, in a huge pit sunk deep into the ground, two figures stood out, one half-kneeling, the other lying.
Gravel fell on his hair, and the half-kneeling figure stood up.
Turning around, Feng Liusi's angular face was revealed.
He remained silent, his face showing no joy or sadness. The debris from the sky fell on his body, and was automatically shattered into powder by the Death Fang Force that spread all over his body, turning into quicksand and being carried away by the wind and waves.
The pale black feathers were pulled out from the shoulders and the corners of the clothes.
It fell to the ground along with the warm blood dripping from the fingertips.
Feng Liusi quietly looked at Jialuo Luo, who was lying on the ground with both arms missing. Next to him were two broken swords, one was a purple slashing sword, and the other was a blue bayonet. The purple blade that served as a replacement was one meter away from his right shoulder, but it was not broken.
It was inserted diagonally into the ground, and a tightly clenched arm hung at the handle of the knife. When practicing with the sword, the sword must never be let go.
Garro did it.
He lay on the ground like a dead body. The spirit in his body could no longer suppress his horrific injuries. His entire body began to tear into pieces, and blood gushed out of the cracks.
In a short while, the surrounding soil was soaked into moisture.
Jialuo Luo's face was facing upwards, with his only eye looking at the sky, as if he was admiring the heavy black rain.
There were heavy footsteps beside him.
Jialuo Luo knew who it was without even looking. He did not move at all. He just moved his cracked lips suddenly and asked.
"How about that knife just now?"
"good."
A deep voice came from above.
"good?"
"Yeah, it was good. So good that it almost cut open my chest and ripped out my heart. Very, very good..."
Feng Liusi gently pressed his chest. A dramatic knife scar slanted through his entire upper body, almost splitting him in two. In the red wound, one could see the white bones and the wriggling heart. Just a little bit, the last little bit.
The blade will cut into the atrium and crush the internal organs.
This was the price Feng Liusi had to pay for seeing Jia Luoluo's final blow. The two of them almost fought to the point of death together.
On the ground, after hearing Feng Liusi's reply, Jialuo Luo suddenly laughed, and blood continued to flow out of his mouth and nose.
"Hahaha, good, good. That's pretty good then."
After a brief silence, Feng Liusi spoke.
"You just asked me a question. I also have a question for you. Why is your nickname Daogui?"
Jia Luo Luo kept coughing up blood, but still answered: "This is just a title. Every generation of secret martial arts inheritors who can condense and comprehend their own three sword styles are called sword ghosts after death."
"Ahem, I can't be called a sword ghost yet, but I will be soon... Unfortunately, the inheritance has been cut off until now."
"If I had known, I would have grabbed a disciple here earlier."
As he cursed, his voice became weaker and weaker.
Until the end, it was like a mosquito.
"After... after my death, there will be no more ghosts with knives in the world..."