Mysterious journey

"The state of being able to influence the air flow with one's aura. It is also the top level that can only be achieved when one's personality is unified during Palosha's heyday."

Andrela and Nightmare stood together, looking at Garen's overwhelming violent energy, and murmured explanations in a low voice. "This is the strongest level in the legend of a fighter. In ancient times, such a person was called the King of the Century! Garen. He finally reached this level!!"

"King of the Century." Nightmare looked up at the white-gold pillar of air, with an irrepressible shock on his face. This kind of aura was as boundless as the ocean. With just a little contact, he felt a vast and boundless artistic conception rushing towards his face. , as if he wants people to worship him. "It turns out that martial arts can really reach this point." He originally didn't believe how high martial arts could reach simply. With the current rapid development of firearms, the decline of martial arts is completely inevitable.

But now Galleon's explosion has allowed him to truly see the end of this road.

The night sky seemed to be illuminated by a white-gold energy, and the white light penetrated the fog, shining on the island like real sunlight.

It's not a real light, it's just a neurological illusion caused by seeing people feeling aura.

Everyone looked at the two auras above the island in shock. That was the rumored level of spirit condensation, the level known as the King of the Century!

The surrounding groups of people from other forces kept moving back to avoid being covered by the platinum aura. After retreating several hundred meters, he finally left the coverage area of ​​Qi.

Within the scope of the spirit, as long as Garen is willing, he will immediately suffer the same results as those five masters. Being locked into a cage-like situation.

Garen withdrew his gaze and looked around.

The five masters were temporarily suppressed and could not come out at all.

He waved his hand, and the platinum energy suddenly recovered, condensing into a huge platinum statue behind him.

At the same time, the statue suddenly stretched out its hands and grabbed the Clown King.

The huge platinum palm brought violent airflow to hold the Clown King.

"No!!" The Clown King screamed, and with a bang, a thick blue mist erupted, submerging the giant platinum hand in it.

Everywhere covered by the fog, thick layers of blue ice condensed, which was very strange. The grass between some stone crevices was affected and quickly turned into a pool of blue liquid.

boom! !

Another large ball of flames suddenly exploded from the blue mist.

The giant hand disappeared, the mist and flames quickly disappeared, leaving only a ball of minced meat residue where the Clown King was.

Garen frowned slightly. A complete explosion of platinum energy can indeed suppress the entire audience, but this explosion cannot last long and consumes a lot of energy and energy.

As soon as the spirit was put away, the other four breaths rushed towards him fiercely.

The Right of Glory and the Wolf Clan Bettega rushed forward. One of them was holding a knife, and the other's claws were glowing red. A violent surge of air surged in the air. The giant whales and black wolves formed by their respective styles also bit into the platinum statue wildly and ferociously.

At the same time, two unknown people rushed from behind, carrying the same huge aura and strong wind.

Garen snorted coldly and ignored it.

"Idol. All things are flowing!!" He crossed his arms and faced the two people in front of him. Invisible air currents shook from his side. The roar of giant elephants could be heard faintly in the air.

Boom! ! !

His arms and claws collided together, making a loud noise that made his teeth tingle.

A large amount of platinum energy broke through the power of glory and the energy of the leader of the wolf clan, like a sharp knife piercing straight into it. The two men vomited blood and retreated wildly, their complexions quickly turning from white to red.

Two muffled sounds were heard from behind Garen at the same time. The blow shocked him slightly. He didn't care at all and jumped forward.

Snapped!

His hands were like claws, and he grabbed the wolf leader's throat. His platinum-gold aura broke all his subsequent resistance in the blink of an eye. Although it was only a moment, it was enough.

Click!

The throat bones were lightly crushed. Bet tightened her grip on her throat, retreated and fell to her knees.

Garen's expression remained unchanged, and his right palm glowed like ruby. With a backhand, he met the sneak attack of Palosha.

His left palm struck the shoulder of Glory Quan like lightning. This time, he also took advantage of the moment when his courage was broken and he fell into temporary paralysis to take action.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

A palm print was placed on the shoulder of Glorious Quan, but four consecutive crashing sounds were heard.

With every sound, Glory Quan's shoulders sunk down a level. By the fourth sound, the entire left side of his body was completely smashed.

He finally took a few steps back in a daze, his eyes quickly lost their luster, and he fell to the ground.

"Brother!!!" A sad and angry roar came from behind Garen.

Garen looked indifferent, turned around quickly, and struck out with a palm.

The front is pressed against a tuning fork-like spike.

clang! ! !

The tuning fork trembled violently, and the spikes and palms were in a stalemate with each other. General Weisman in front of him looked crazy, and his skin was as red as a cooked shrimp. It was obvious that he had used some secret method to burst out his strongest strength in a short time.

Garen was about to escape and fall back. Suddenly, a huge force came from behind, pushing him to the spot.

He turned his head slightly and looked back. Palosha was biting his beard and put a palm on his back with a calm expression.

"It's over." A sharp voice suddenly came from above.

Garen suddenly raised his head and his pupils shrank. A colorful figure suddenly dropped down from above.

It's the Clown King! !

He stabbed straight down with his rune sword. Fragments of black light danced on the sharp tip of the rune sword.

It was this bit of black light that gave Garen an extremely dangerous and terrifying feeling. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw something tied to the hilt of the rune sword.

That was actually a bundle of purple gunpowder!

At the same time, another general and the leader of the demon hunters, Elizare, also rushed over at the same time. One of them held a sword and the other raised a gun, almost without any pause.

"Help!!!"

Andrela and Nightmare were startled at the same time and rushed over quickly.

But it was obviously too late.

Garen's raised face could already feel the sharp tip of the rune sword piercing his forehead and between his eyebrows.

Suddenly a faint smile appeared on his face.

Open your mouth and spit.

clang! !

A ray of white energy rose into the sky and hit the middle of the rune sword. The blade of the sword broke in response, and the tip of the sword flew out from the side, passed through the forehead of General Wiseman in front, and plunged into a black stone statue with a hiss. Bring out a bunch of bright red blood flowers.

The smile on the Clown King's face froze instantly. He suddenly recalled the scene where he showed the rune sword to Garen before, and his body fell involuntarily with gravity.

"East King's hand!!"

Garen roared, and an invisible air flow suddenly appeared all over his body. Palosha behind him was knocked back more than ten steps.

Tear! !

The Clown King's body was torn apart by Garen's hands and scattered on the black rocky ground. Not even a single intact bone could be found, all were torn into pieces of flesh and blood by the violent earthquake.

In an instant, everyone in the audience stopped moving. Andrela and Nightmare, who were coming in a hurry, also stopped and felt a little nauseous looking at the flesh, blood and bones covered on the ground. Looking at Garen again, it was like meeting him for the first time all over again.

"I thought I was no worse than him, but I didn't expect..." Nightmare bit her lip and said unwillingly. "This is the strongest state of martial arts? It's too exaggerated!"

Andrela was completely speechless, but the joints of her hand holding the hilt of the sword turned white.

Woo! ! ! Woo! ! Woo! ! ! ! !

The mournful howls of wolves kept coming from the distance. It was the people of the wolf tribe who were grieving for the death of their leader. They did not rush forward, but retreated in twos and threes.

Palosha leaned against the stone statue and looked at Galen calmly, with a hint of twilight in his eyes. He glanced at everyone around him.

Elizare and General Weisman, who had just rushed over, stopped at this time and stood there, not daring to come again.

All the other masters were completely killed at that moment. The Right of Glory and another general, as well as the wolf Bettega, the Clown King. The deaths of the four people only resulted in a small scar on Garen's forehead.

"I thought you had just entered this realm and were not stable. It seems I was wrong." He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "There are two keys. How about one each? There is no need to fight anymore."

He looked at Andrela and Nightmare, "You two over there shouldn't have any intention of fighting for the key, right?"

Garen looked at him calmly. The old man's expression hadn't changed much from the beginning to now. It was obvious that he still had his trump card. Just now, he and the others besieged him, but he still didn't fully show his true strength.

"Take my three palms. If you are still alive, I can pretend that the siege just now never happened." He suddenly spoke.

Palosha was not surprised at all and just took a deep breath. His expression became more serious than ever. "Three palms? That's arrogant! But with your current strength, you are qualified to say such a thing. I'll take it!"

He originally planned to use all the strong men here to besiege Garen. Even if he couldn't kill him, he could seriously injure him with less effort. Unexpectedly, it forced out Garen's terrifying strength.

Reaching this extreme level of martial arts is already a different kind of qualitative change. He is not qualified to contact the strong men at this level, and even hurting Garen is a miracle.

Palosha's thoughts flowed and he slowly stood up with his feet in a figure eight. "I didn't expect that the trump card originally prepared for Xian Fran had to be used on you in advance."

He held out three fingers, thumb, index finger, and middle finger.

Three fingers were pressed firmly on the center of the eyebrows and both temples.

Snapped! After a small sound.

Palosha put down his hand again, and a huge amount of pure white spirit exploded around him. The large amount of spirit rippled and impacted like sea water, and soon condensed into a huge white bird.

Miles! ! !

The giant bird made a strange chirping sound, and in terms of height, it was actually equal to the platinum statue of Garonne.

Palosha's eyes turned completely white, with no pupils visible. The clothes on his body were torn apart by the rapidly expanding muscles, and his height suddenly increased from 1.8 meters to more than 2 meters. His entire body showed a streamlined shape like a golden ratio.

call! ! !

He exhaled slowly, and two thick streams of white air came out of his nostrils, hitting the ground and making two small craters.

"Have the three personalities merged into one?" Garen finally became serious. Seeing that Palosha's courage can actually reach his own height, it is obvious that he is now qualified to compete with him head-on.

"To be able to practice a mere assassination fist to such a high level. Palosha, you are the well-deserved number one!" Garen put one hand in front of the claw, the other hand behind his fist and raised his head to the sky, and his feet were in a lunge. It was as if the whole person was carrying a huge object of extremely heavy weight.

"Take my first palm." Garen rushed forward silently, and the fists of the platinum statue turned into white airflow, wrapped around his arms, and two platinum spikes shot out from the front of the palms.