I can go back to the mysterious age

A figure flashed in the red rain of blood.

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 be used for killing. However, Kaxiu has not seen any secret martial arts that can treat killing as a kind of enchanting art like the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan, with a strange beauty.

It is not a certain move, a certain boxing theory, or a boxing willpower. It is just this style.

Let the people who are in the killing be inexplicably intoxicated in the joy of the passing of life, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate themselves.

Kaxiu can feel that this Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan has broken through eleven acupoints and officially entered the second stage.

A demonic nature that has never been experienced before quietly emanates from each move of the boxing. Kaxiu then understands why Feng Liusi has gone astray and completely closed his five senses for three years. Because the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan will bloom with its strange charm as its strength and proficiency improve. If you don't exercise some restraint or your willpower is not strong enough, you may lose yourself in the long killing and become a slave to this boxing style step by step.

Kaxiu's understanding of the core of the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan has become a little deeper, and he has also developed an unprecedented curiosity about the mysterious Nan Dou Secret. In addition to the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan, there are other Nan Dou Secrets, such as Water Bird and Sound Snake.

These ancient assassination fists seem to represent different styles and directions of boxing, and even the extremes of each direction.

So when was the Nan Dou Secret boxing collection created? Who was the amazing person who created this boxing style? Or it can be said that it has multiple creators...

Kaxiu lowered his head and looked at the two white palms that were slightly stained with blood. The position of the left and right index finger nails is as transparent as a ruby. It is a large amount of dead tooth power concentrated and compressed to the fingertips, which causes such a weird phenomenon visible to the naked eye.

He couldn't do it in the first stage of Nandou Hongjiu Quan, neither in quantity nor quality. When he reached the second stage, the resonance of the eleven acupoints was amplified. Kaxiu naturally learned how to use the dead tooth force.

"Dead tooth phenomenon" is a very iconic passive skill. The virtual meridians in Kaxiu's body can quickly form an arc loop in the fingers, and the dead tooth force in the acupoints of the body can run at high speed in the loop. Thus, a large amount of force can be burst out in a short time, making the fingers like a scalpel.

Just like before.

He did everything lightly and casually, without using any strength at all, and the limbs and heads of the gunmen were cut off.

Kaxiu's fingers are sharper than the sharpest blade.

It can easily tear the tough membrane and stable muscles, and break a person's body like stripping clothes.

He can vaguely feel that every time he advances to a higher stage in the future, the dead tooth phenomenon will become more and more on his palm.

From the second stage to the end of the sixth stage.

At each stage, Kaxiu would have two more teeth on both hands, until all ten fingers on his hands became teeth, that is, ten teeth of death. He felt that some terrible changes might happen at that time, but of course this was difficult. After all, Feng Liusi had only reached the fourth stage in decades, and it was extremely difficult to open each subsequent acupoint.

It was as difficult as climbing to the sky to open all sixty-six acupoints.

Only Kaxiu, who had the ability to recall and whose killing personality was very compatible with the Nandou Hongjiu Fist, could try it.

In the dojo, on the gray-white road and in the pale yellow building.

There were screams and muffled groans from time to time.

According to the order of precedence, it was not difficult to guess that someone came in from outside the Hongjiu Fist headquarters dojo and killed his way inside.

Huh...

A strong wind whistled past.

The two gunmen who hurried over from the corner stopped, and they seemed to feel that a black shadow had just flashed by.

The young man in front was about to speak, but found that he could no longer make a sound. In an instant, the whole vision was spinning. He was floating in the air and saw two headless bodies behind him that were bleeding: "Oh, so my head fell off..." Then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness. In a short time, more than a minute. Dozens of people have died in Kaxiu's hands. As long as they meet him, they will die. No matter if they are gunmen from the White Rose Killer Camp or disciples of the secret warrior elders who rebelled from the Red Eagle Fist. In such a complex alleyway venue, the powerful secret warriors have a natural advantage. If it is a vast flat ground, perhaps dozens of elite gunmen with heavy machine guns can make Kaxiu pay a heavy price. But here, a hundred are useless. The layout left by the Red Eagle Fist betrayers and the White Rose gunmen in the road of the dojo headquarters building was drilled through at once. Of course, Kaxiu's undisguised advance instantly attracted their attention. Warriors and gunmen from other areas of the dojo gathered here, and some elite gunmen and elders at the boxer level 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 hot red light crossed a wide arc and finally landed at the side of the body. Five drooping fingers were dripping with blood, which was in sharp contrast with the white skin.

Kaxiu glanced at the three or four dead people around him. This was a white courtyard with an aisle. After passing here, it was the central area of ​​the Red Eagle Fist, where the sect master 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 Red Eagle Fist and stepped over the body of a warrior wearing a fighting suit.

Three seconds later, he walked out of the slightly white archway of the courtyard.

"Shoot!!!"

Bang bang bang... bang bang bang... swoosh swoosh swoosh...

A series of gunshots broke out instantly, and more than a dozen gunmen aimed their guns in this direction, with the muzzles pointed at Kaxiu's body.

Various bullets formed a chain of bullets, which almost covered a large area around the arch.

It was impossible to avoid it.

The bullets hit the grass, and the soil rolled. It hit the stone archway, and the broken stones flew. It hit the wall, and the white ash scattered.

It hit the target, but there was no movement.

After the metal bullets passed through the cloth, they seemed to be completely swallowed up, without any sound.

The arms in front of the face were spread out, revealing a face covered with blood-colored steam, like a red mask.

It was hard to tell whether it was expressionless or extremely excited under the steam! Or maybe it was contempt for the weak...

Bang!

There was an explosive trampling sound, and the ground around them shook violently. All the gunmen felt their feet numb as if they were electrocuted.

A figure like a flying bird of prey came madly.

The muzzle was focused, and the machine gun bullets shot without stopping.

Ding ding ding ding!

This time there was a sound, a crisp sound of hitting iron!

The red figure actually rushed over with the bullets, and his toes jumped twice on the ground. He flew into the group of gunners like a ghost and punched the machine gunner.

Swish!

Bang!

The head exploded like a watermelon, and the red and white solid-liquid mixture inside fanned out and spread wildly to the back.

Several gunners in the back were instantly splashed with it.

Before they could make a disgusting and horrified expression.

They saw a blood-red palm reaching out like a balloon, rapidly enlarging in front of their eyes. Snap.

The head with a tough skull was crushed.

The two died almost in half a second.

A gunner on the left reacted and quickly raised the muzzle of the gun and turned around. But he saw a red spear piercing over, and the right arm in a knife-handed posture pierced his entire left chest.

Most of the ribs were broken, and the key part of the heart was not spared. This blood supply center was torn into pieces.

Three people died, and then the fourth and fifth.

When Kaxiu broke into their formation, the ending was actually doomed. This elite gunner team can still deal with powerful secret warriors at a distance, but once a fighter gets close to them, they will basically be wiped out. After all, although they are elites, they are also ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, only about half of the dozen gunners were left. Although these gunners have received relatively professional training, their mental willpower is above that of ordinary people. But facing a monster that is not afraid of bullets, has bloody killing methods, and is full of oppression. All the gunners have a fear in their hearts, and several have collapsed and turned around to run away.

Bang!

A palm pressed on a head, and the huge force contained in the palm directly exploded it like a watermelon. The gunner who witnessed the whole process of his companion's death widened his eyes and collapsed instantly. His shoulders trembled with fear, and his nose and tears flowed.

The trigger of the gun that was originally aimed at Kaxiu couldn't be pressed down halfway, and his fingers were soft and had no strength at all. A shadow of terror loomed over his heart, and he muttered to himself with a dull face: "Kill me, kill me..."

"Ah!"

"Monster!"

"Run..."

The gunshots and shouts around him 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. A series of footsteps came from behind, which were the clacking sounds of boots stepping on sticky blood.

A breeze with a bloody smell blew by.

The gunman with empty eyes knelt softly on the ground, and his eyes seemed to be constantly replaying the blood-red color that just floated through the air. He lowered his head and tears flowed. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his pistol.

He raised his head, aimed at his chin, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A figure fell to the ground.

In the alley in the distance, Kaxiu heard the gunshots from behind him and stopped. The magic of Nanto Red Eagle Fist was once again demonstrated. He knew that the gunman had been defeated.

Infected by the will of the boxing style, he committed suicide in despair.

Nanto Red Eagle Fist not only affects the user's personality and emotions, but also infects bystanders with weak will and personality.

Moving forward, Kashu 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 claws. The next second, there was a thump on the outside of the wall. The fighter's aura can easily sense the specific location of the enemy within a certain range, and even the next move. And Kaxiu's keen perception can detect the murderous aura within a fairly wide distance.

Unless the aura is well hidden, he can quickly find it and prepare for the battle a long distance in advance.

Snap!

The footsteps stopped, and Kaxiu looked forward with an indifferent expression.

I saw that an old man with a goatee and a group of warriors wearing tight fighting clothes blocked the way. And 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 get involved in the internal affairs of my Red Eagle Fist." The old man exuded a majestic and powerful aura of a warrior, staring at Kaxiu with an unfriendly look.

"We are in a cooperative relationship with the East Nine Gates. Your strength is indeed good after fighting your way in, but have you ever thought about the subsequent revenge of the East Nine Gates? The entire Eastern Secret Martial Arts World will be looking for you by then!"

"Besides, you may not be able to get any benefit from me, under the gunpoint. No matter who commissioned you, who you came for, or which school you belong to. Boy, don't make a mistake!"

Three minutes later.

In the middle of the limbs, Kaxiu grabbed the neck of the great elder Dyson with one hand and easily lifted him up in the air.

Let Dyson swing his fists and feet, but it was of no use. He couldn't even speak, his face was getting redder and redder, even purple. His neck was stuck and he couldn't breathe.

"You are not very capable, but your desire to survive is quite strong..."

"A futile struggle."

Kaxiu lowered his eyelids indifferently.

Crack!

A figure with a crooked neck fell to the ground with a plop.

He glanced at the bloody scene around him and identified the last area. He stepped on his blood-stained boots and walked over.

A light yellow dormitory building.

All the remaining warriors in the three or four buildings were gathered in this building. This was the last force of the resistance besides the captives. Among them were three elders, and the granddaughter of the old master Feng Liusi, Niv, all on the first floor.

In the living room, Niv's face was a little pale and worried.

The thin white-haired old man next to him, the second elder Charles, looked outside through the window. A few minutes ago, something seemed to have changed 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 outside the Red Eagle Fist Dojo.

I don't know what the situation is...

Charles turned his head and glanced at Niv, whose face was pale, and comforted her: "Niv, don't be afraid. It's okay. Dyson and the others dare not come over for a while. He is afraid that I will fight him to death..."

As he said, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Niff 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 moving. Charles' face changed and he rushed over there.

Boom!

A door was directly knocked down by a huge punch.

Outside the door, a figure squeezed in.