I can go back to the mysterious age

Under the yellow halo, the red mist spreads out from the back. Feng Liusi assumed the most basic Nandou Red Eagle Fist stance with his hands, pushing his right hand forward horizontally, making a claw shape. The left hand is tilted to the right, as if resting on the crook of the right arm, making a fist.

Strong arms are as powerful as the spread of seagull wings.

The clothes on his upper body were torn to pieces by the aftermath of the battle, completely revealing his muscular body. The muscles are not exaggerated rock-like bulges, but long and hardened strips. There are occasional blood stains left by broken light on it.

As Feng Liusi stretched his body slowly but quickly.

Every part of his body was lit up by an unknown force, including his waist, abdomen, chest, back, arms, and neck.

The red stars flickered brightly, like clusters of stars echoing each other in the thick night. With a bright and confusing feeling, there is extreme danger hidden in the haze.

No more, no less, a total of forty-four bloody stars.

Each eleven reflected each other, and seemed to be connected together on Feng Liusi's powerful body, with virtual meridians connected. At first glance, it looks like a chain-like tattoo running through the body.

Or like a poisonous snake with scarlet scales spitting fangs.

There were four of them in total, and the snake heads all stared at Garoluo, who was rushing towards him like an unsheathed sword, their eyes flashing with vigor.

The purer, more powerful, more condensed, and more destructive death tooth energy shuttles through the body and roars in the blood vessels.

Feng Liusi's whole body suddenly blurred, the air all over his body was distorted, and there was a crackling sound being penetrated by force. You can still vaguely see a red arc of light that is like lightning flying by all of a sudden, passing in the air, like a lightning tree growing in reverse direction from the thick clouds towards the ground.

And all of this, accompanied by the extremely fast movement of his whole body, pressed towards Garolo, as if a piece of heaven and earth were blasted past.

Zheng! ! !

A bright blue and purple light traveled rapidly through the ruins, plowing through the ground and leaving a long crack of destruction. Finally, he crashed into the blood-red world.

Click, click, click!

The long knife fell with unstoppable firm belief, its surface was entangled with faint scale fire, and it traveled through the air with difficulty. The crackling and concentrated strength continuously hit the blade, carrying terrifying power. The sword seemed to have been forged and tempered all over again, with golden-red sparks erupting from every part of the blade.

Stupid!

Amidst the sound of metal explosions, a violent airflow exploded that distorted the vision, bringing out white circles that rotated at high speed.

Bang!

A figure flew out from the center of the collision.

One-armed, knife-wielding, coughing up blood.

The fog layer dispersed, and Feng Liusi opened his right palm with a complex expression. His tiger's mouth was cracked, with a diagonal slash.

Neither deep nor shallow, slightly oozing with thick blood.

"You are already so weak... I didn't even use the Blood Vulture Mouth, I just relied on the fifth stage of Death Fang Strength Explosion and the other three secret techniques." There was an inexplicable feeling of regret in his words, and his tone paused. He paused and seemed to be thinking about something.

Directly opposite, Garoluo stood with a knife, blood flowing from his chest. There was a deeply sunk, bone-shattering punch mark that had damaged internal organs. Moreover, the terrifying death tooth energy is spreading radially, seeming to want to completely split and dismember this body. It was just that he was temporarily suppressed by his courage.

There was no overwhelming explosion like a bomb.

Her hair was messy and her eyes were bloodshot. The sharp facial features were lowered, like a seriously wounded and dying beast.

Garoluo's figure was trembling slightly, his eyes and nose were bleeding as he looked at his former defeated general, his voice was hoarse and withered.

"Feng Liusi, I didn't lose to you alone, but to three of you." He took a deep breath: "I am talking to you now as a pure secret warrior and ask you a question. Do you want to experience my final blow..."

There was no question or request in Garlo's tone, it was just a statement, a fact.

He reached out his hand to the back. There was a refined long knife thrown in mid-air, and in the distance was a member of the Sect Organization.

Sword Demon Garolo naturally has a spare knife, but just now he and Purple General were attacked by a group of rockets, and the shock knife was blown off. The connection was almost seamless, and the next second he was facing the bloody fist Feng Liusi.

It is impossible to take the sword in front of an opponent of the same level.

Now, the same is true.

This knife was thrown in the air, and with Feng Liusi's reaction speed and strength, he could break it and send it flying. In short, as long as he is willing, this knife will never get into Garo Luo's hands. But Garoluo still reached out. He was betting that Feng Liusi, as a secret warrior, would definitely want to see the complete three-sword style.

He would let this knife be obtained by himself who was seriously injured.

call……

The long knife drew a parabola in the air, and the bright silver blade reflected the sunlight, like a beautiful and dangerous mirror.

Click!

A strong hand with distinct joints holds the handle of the spiral knife. Jialuoluo made the right bet, but he felt neither joy nor sorrow.

Because, whether he catches the knife or not, his life and death will not change at all. He wanted to get the shock knife, but he wanted Feng Liusi to see what the real rainbow world was.

How terrifying and hopeless it is when a person faces the three-sword style.

This is the perseverance and pride of an esoteric martial artist, and it has nothing to do with the right or wrong stance, or whether one's nature is evil. It is just an explanation of what I have learned and practiced for decades.

This is not a noble sentiment, and Gallo is not such a person either. It was just a commonality among secret martial arts practitioners. He knew that Feng Liusi could understand what he meant at this moment.

Obviously Xue Fist really wanted to experience the three-sword style alone, Garo Luo thought, let him get what he wanted.

Rumble…

The violent momentum caused the airflow on the ruins to flow backwards and sweep across, swinging in circles like a violent tornado. The earth rumbled, earth mist flew and swirled, and smoke and dust billowed past.

In the center of the whirlpool, Garro sheathed three swords. He obviously didn't do anything, but dense cracks appeared around him, centered around where he stood. It was as if invisible blades slashed through the ground, completely cutting it into a grid shape.

Echoing the blue sky.

Garro raised his head slightly and closed his eyes. His right arm instantly touched his waist, and a purple light spun like a dragon.

"One-sword style..."

Smoke again!

The blue light is bright and pure, corresponding to the color of the sky.

"Two-sword style..."

Smoke again!

A flash of sword light flashed past, with a faint red color.

Cutting knife, bayonet, shock knife.

Purple, blue, red.

Garoluo suddenly opened his one eye, and the blazing light in his pupils was almost unbearable to look at, and he growled in a low voice.

"Three-sword style, rainbow world!!!"

The sound rumbled, as if the gods in the clouds were issuing judgment.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Riot, tremor, resonance. The blades of the three alloy swords vibrated at an unprecedented frequency, almost as if the blades were shattered. Jia Luoluo jumped up and shot out three swords.

In an instant, the air around him rapidly twisted and expanded.

The blue, purple, and red lights seemed to be squeezed out from another space, turning into rainbow waterfalls and falling into the world. A radius of tens of meters turned into a world of sword light, with shining light as bright as star sand flowing in it. It looks like a colorful butterfly, flapping its wings and spraying poisonous powder.

In fact, every flower-piercing butterfly here is composed of densely packed fine awns. The swordsmanship and swordsmanship that Garo Luo has accumulated over the past fifty years are all condensed in it, and the combination of various techniques and powers forms a dangerous and complex field.

Rainbow world! It really deserves to be called the word world.

In a daze, Feng Liusi seemed to see the old man on the Eternal Life Island whose majesty covered the sky and seemed to be a holy fist. Jialuoluo's rainbow world actually had a hint of atmosphere in an instant!

At this moment, fear suddenly arose 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 Death Canyon, why did Feng Liusi teach Nandou Red Eagle Fist without any reservation? Even if there is no master-disciple status, he still has to pass it on. The exchange of interests is part of the reason, and the continuous inheritance is also part of the reason. But deep down there was another reason.

Because Kaxiu is like him, even better than him!

Hidden beneath the human appearance is extreme madness and a paranoid pursuit of secret martial arts. Enjoy the trembling, curiosity, and excitement that every unknown fear brings to you.

This is Feng Liusi’s ultimate pursuit!

Facing this knife, he was afraid, but more excited.

It was as if every cell in the body came alive.

So Feng Liusi laughed wildly and stood on the ground without hesitation. The blood-red vapor surged from both arms and back, rolling and spinning into a vortex. The dangerous fluid condensed, as if being rubbed by a pair of invisible hands. Finally, it turned into a fiery red ferocious vulture, with undulating wings that resembled both flames and scales.

In the center of the whirlpool, at the corner of Feng Liusi's eyes, there were bloodshot threads spreading like hair, densely packed like spreading spider webs.

"liberation……"

He muttered to himself, and the shackles on his body were broken. Two arms were raised along with the surging blood-red waterfall, with the left hand in front and the right behind, like a giant unicorn. The surging red steam hangs down from the top of the head like gauze.

"Nandou Red Eagle Fist, the ultimate secret of killing, Blood Eagle Mouth!"

Phew! ! ! A high-pitched roar of a raptor pierced the cracked gold stone.

boom! ! !

A huge thing popped out from the thick fog that was spreading behind Feng Liusi. It was an extremely huge raptor head, with its beak open enough to swallow him whole.

The bird's head is ferocious, covered in scales, and its eyes are violent. The terrifying beak shimmered with metallic luster and was as scarlet as blood!

With a rumble, the huge head swallowed Feng Liusi in one gulp. Using his whole body to crush the ruins, he crashed into his opponent like a tank.

From a distance, the world seems to be divided into two sides.

The blood mist surges on the left side, and the rainbow light fills the sky on the right side!

Ding!

The world fell completely silent at this moment. The sounds of fighting in the square, the explosions of rockets, and the howling sounds of hunting seemed to have all been blocked out, and the eyes were filled with white light.

The background of the sky and the earth is constantly blurring, like a gradually blurring filter. The blue sky, white soft clouds, black and gray ruins, scarlet mist, and three-color sword light were all rubbed together. I can't tell the colors apart, let alone each other.

Until a certain moment.

The buzz gradually became clear from blur, as if a person woke up from a coma and regained his perception of the world.

boom!

A black tornado was like a straight line, violently connecting from the ruins to the high-altitude clouds, spreading to unknown places.

The next second, the tornado collapsed.

The rubble and rubble that was carried into the sky fell with a crashing sound.

Like a black rain sweeping over everything.

On the ruins, there was a huge pit sunk deep into the ground. Two figures stood out, one half-kneeling and the other lying down.

The gravel fell on the tips of his hair, and the half-kneeling figure stood up.

Turning around, Feng Liusi's angular face was revealed.

He remained silent, his expression neither happy nor sad. The rubble falling from the sky fell on the surface of the body, and was automatically shaken into powder by the dead tooth energy all over the body. It turned into quicksand and was carried away by the wind and waves.

A light black feather coat was pulled out from the shoulders and corners of the clothes.

It fell to the ground together with the warm blood dripping from his fingertips.

Feng Liusi looked quietly at Garro who fell to the ground with both arms missing. Next to him are two broken swords, one is a purple slashing knife and the other is a blue bayonet. One meter away from the right shoulder, the replacement purple knife did not break.

It was inserted diagonally into the ground, with a tightly held arm hanging from the hilt. Those who practice swordsmanship must never let go of their swords.

Garro did it.

He was lying on the ground like a dead body. The energy in his body could no longer suppress the horrific injuries. The whole body began to fall apart, and blood gushes out from the cracks.

In a short time, the surrounding soil was soaked into moisture.

Garro's face was facing upwards, and his only eye was looking at the sky, seeming to be admiring the pouring black rain.

There were heavy footsteps beside him.

Garro knew who it was without looking, he didn't make any move. He just suddenly moved his chapped lips and asked.

"What about that stabbing just now?"

"good."

A deep voice came from above.

"good?"

"Yeah, not bad. So good that I almost cut open my chest and cut out my heart. Pretty, pretty good..."

Feng Liusi gently pressed his chest, and an exaggerated knife mark slanted through his entire upper body, almost splitting him in two. White bones and a squirming heart can be seen in the red wound. Just a little bit, the last little bit.

The sword light will cut into the heart and smash the organs into pieces.

This was the price Feng Liusi had to pay for Garolo's last blow, and the two of them almost fought to the point of dying together.

On the ground, after hearing Feng Liusi's reply. Garro suddenly laughed, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose.

"Hehehe, okay, okay. That's pretty good."

After a brief silence, Feng Liusi spoke.

"You just asked me a question, and I also have a question for you. Why is your nickname Sword Demon?"

Garoluo kept coughing up blood, but still replied: "This is just a title. Each generation of secret martial arts inheritors who can condense and comprehend their own three sword styles will be called sword ghosts after death."

"Ahem, I can't be called a sword demon 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 in advance."

He cursed, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

Until the end, I was like a mosquito.

"After...my death, there will be no more sword-wielding ghosts in the world..."

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