Fuso Sendai, an old martial arts dojo.
Duan Zhen and Duan Shiyi walked side by side.
This season is the most suitable time to travel to Fusang. Summer has just faded and the autumn wind is beginning to rise.
The pedestrians on the road came and went calmly, as if the years had passed peacefully.
"It's a pity that we can't see cherry blossoms at this time."
Duan Zhen walked silently on the street, holding a large stack of documents in his hand, which recorded a person's information in detail.
"Master, this person is the last person we have collected. He is over a hundred years old. He has now opened a martial arts gym and usually stays there."
Duan Shiyi was shocked when he first saw the information. He never thought that a person could commit such a heinous crime.
Since ancient times, killing enemies on the battlefield is nothing but a war caused by different stances.
But killing unarmed civilians and torturing the young and old who are defenseless is something everyone is ashamed of.
However, according to the information, this person is proud of it.
"This is their Fuso hero."
Duan Zhen put away the information and his tone was a little dull.
He and Duan Shiyi quickened their pace and soon arrived at a Fuso martial arts dojo.
Duan Zhen and Duan Shishi looked at each other and asked Duan Shishi to wait outside the door.
He walked in alone and soon walked to the inner room.
There was only one person inside, an old man with white hair.
"You're the last one."
Duan Zhen looked at the old man and spoke softly.
He no longer spoke the Fusang language, but spoke Chinese directly.
The old man's hair was white, but his eyes were extremely energetic.
The skin all over the body is elastic and does not look old at all.
It is difficult to tell that this is an old man over a hundred years old.
He looked at the long box on Duan Zhen's back and looked at it for a long time like the master of Suiyue Liu.
"Are you here to kill me?"
The old man suddenly spoke hoarsely, speaking in Chinese.
Obviously, he also felt the undisguised murderous intent in Duan Zhen.
"Yeah, you're the last one."
Duan Zhen still repeated his previous words. He gently put the box down and slowly opened it.
There is a long sword placed on the outermost layer. There seems to be something inside, but it cannot be seen clearly.
The sword whined slightly, and there was a chilling feeling in the air.
The old man stood up unsteadily, walked to the side, picked up a slender samurai sword, and unsheathed it tremblingly.
"I used this knife to kill five hundred and fifty-six of you."
He stroked the katana with some emotion, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes:
"When I think of them begging me for mercy in pain and hysterics, and then being chopped off by me in despair. I am really happy and happy."
The old man spoke while stroking the blade of the sword, with an extremely pious heart in his words.
He slowly told how he used this knife to kill the suffering compatriots in China.
When he talked about the details, his body was still shaking inexplicably, and tears overflowed from his eyes.
That's a stimulating reaction to the top.
It seems that the way of killing is the foundation of his life.
The more you kill, the more joy you get, and the greater peace you get.
Even Duan Zhen can intuitively feel the joy that the other party gets from killing.
And it was an emotion that radiated from deep inside.
The old man spoke slowly for a full hour before he paused.
He suddenly licked the back of the knife with his tongue, a red light flashed in his eyes, and a sense of madness suddenly arose:
"There is a scripture that says that if you kill one person, you will get a Bodhisattva on the first level, and if you kill ten people, you will get a Bodhisattva on the second level. If I want to be immobile on the eighth level, it is far from enough."
He said this with an indescribable emotion.
As he spoke, a holy and pure meaning circulated in his whole aura.
As he said, killing someone is a meritorious deed.
"Stand still for eight days..."
Duan Zhen saw the old man speaking the scriptures with such a pious attitude, and felt the extremely crazy thoughts, and suddenly overturned his previous thoughts in his heart.
He originally thought that some things were not right or wrong, but only a matter of position.
This is true of any war.
But the actions of the old man in front of him had nothing to do with his stance.
That is a natural murderer, and takes pride in killing others.
The few war criminals he found along the way who had not yet died of old age also had this mentality.
Some Fuso officers would regret their previous crimes later in life, but these few people showed no sign of repentance at all.
They are even eager to massacre China again.
And he even said it was a meritorious deed.
"It doesn't matter where you stand."
Duan Zhen suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was brewing some emotion.
"boom!"
The moment he closed his eyes, the old man immediately struck at him with a knife.
It seems that he has been talking for so long, just to take advantage of Duan Zhen's unpreparedness and suddenly launch a sneak attack!
"Hey hey hey..."
As the old man walked, he was accompanied by his dark and silent sneer, like the whisper of an evil ghost.
He also knew that he was old and frail, and was far from Duan Zhen's opponent in terms of physical strength, so he kept stimulating Duan Zhen's emotions with words.
He knew the purpose of the Chinese young man in front of him, so he deliberately told those things in order to catch any loopholes.
And when Duan Zhen closed his eyes, he gave him the best chance!
His sword had covered all the energy and blood in his body.
The speed was so fast that it was almost ghostly. The sound of wind pierced the air and created a layer of air waves.
The surging momentum was extremely huge, and layers of sawdust were created on the ground by his rapid trampling.
He slashed the knife down suddenly, with extremely strong cruelty flashing in his eyes.
It seemed as if we were about to see the scene of flesh and blood being separated.
But the next moment, the knife in his hand was fixed in the air, only three inches away from Duan Zhen, making it difficult to take any further step.
"you..."
The old man's eyes were a strange red color, and his cruel expression paused slightly.
He never expected that this knife, which had reached the peak of his life, would be inexplicably targeted in front of his opponent.
He kept using his strength to draw the sword, and his face flashed an abnormal bright red due to the circulation of qi and blood.
But the knife seemed to be firmly clamped by an invisible hand and could no longer move.
At this time, Duan Zhen slowly opened his eyes and said:
"I am going to kill you."
He clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and his words came out coldly as if they were squeezed out from between his teeth.
Boom, boom, boom!
A sound like dozens or hundreds of drums roaring at the same time suddenly rose in the old man's ears.
The drum beats loudly, which seems to indicate that the person who is beating the drum is extremely disturbed.
He listened carefully and found that this sound actually burst out from the chest of the man in front of him.
Then, he saw a giant palm that covered the sky and slapped him.
"boom!!!"
The old man still wanted to control the long sword, but found that it still couldn't cut it. The invisible power far exceeded him many times.
"Baga!"
The old man let out a furious sound and suddenly let go of his hand to block it.
The skin all over his body instantly turned as red as blood, and it was obvious that he had exploded with all his strength at this moment.
But Duan Zhen didn't care at all, he just pressed forward with a straight palm.
"boom!"
The old man blocked it with both hands, and suddenly felt an irresistible pressure coming down.
It was like a towering mountain that had collapsed, pressing straight down from the top of the distant sky.
As soon as they made contact, he was immediately pushed to the ground.
His feet couldn't bear the huge force at all, and he fell to his knees involuntarily, blood oozing from his body.
Just this palm wiped away all his madness and cruelty!
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became like the top of the sky falling, heavy, vast, and unstoppable.
"Look directly at me."
Duan Zhen turned his palms again with an expressionless expression, and the air around him exploded with a strong torrent, as if the real sky was upside down.
"boom!!!"
The old man involuntarily crossed the bar again, but how powerful was that force?
He couldn't even stop it the first time, let alone after being injured.
His arm, which had broken muscles and bones, was folded again, and the white bones pierced the skin, and blood continued to flow.
The entire dojo erupted with bursts of deafening sounds, and the wooden boards on the ground lifted up layer by layer, revealing countless deep pits.
For a moment, the inner room of the gym felt like it was being attacked by artillery shells.
"ah!!"
The old man blocked two palms, and without even taking a breath, he found that the third palm struck again.
Then, his vision began to blur, and the air around him was blown away by the wind of his palm and exploded.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Duan Zhen struck the ground with one palm after another, the expression on his face was extremely indifferent.
At this moment, he just wanted to kill the old man in front of him.
Ten palms, twenty palms, fifty palms, one hundred palms.
Duan Zhen was like a machine, giving him a total of five hundred slaps.
He smashed a deep hole into the entire ground, and the surrounding wooden boards flew away, raising waves of dust.
"are you happy?"
Duan Zhen looked at the bloody old man in front of him. He was kneeling deeply on the ground, his feet twisted to an inhuman degree.
With one hand, he grabbed the old man out of the deep underground and strangled the other man's neck.
The old man's eyes have begun to turn slightly white, and his whole body is like a tattered bag.
But after he suffered the violent pressure of Duan Zhen's five hundred palms, he still had a trace of free breath.
"hey-hey..."
And at this moment, he actually laughed again, turned his head desperately, and stared at the katana.
There was once again a hint of pride and reminiscence on his face.
"I..."
The old man was still about to speak, but he saw the samurai sword flying up in the distance and being held by Duan Zhen.
Then, Duan Zhen's arms were instantly filled with energy, and his big muscles popped out.
He squeezed it with one hand and shattered the katana into pieces.
"No!!"
The old man who was originally full of pride saw this scene and immediately let out a tragic and shrill cry.
Like an evil ghost from the underworld, it is shocking and unpleasant.
"are you happy?"
Duan Zhen asked again. He controlled the broken blade and pierced the old man's body piece by piece.
The sharp blade cut through countless flesh and blood as it whirled.
The wind roared past, igniting the rich blood.
Duan Zhen held the old man in his arms without blinking his eyes, and his mental power continued to surge like crazy.
"Master, the person is dead!"
Duan Shiyi walked in from outside the door. He saw the scarlet meaning in Duan Zhen's eyes and quickly persuaded him.
At this moment, Duan Zhen fell into an inexplicable emotion, and his mental power continued to emanate.
The surrounding air became solid and heavy due to the surge of spiritual power.
Hearing Duan Shiyi's voice, he slowly let go of his hand and shook off the flesh and blood on his hand.
"It's dead..."
He murmured, his eyes a little gray.
Going to Fusang and killing seven Fusang war criminals who were still alive, the feeling in his heart became heavier and heavier.
He was still a little hesitant at first, but when he saw these people, the murderous intention in his heart was almost unstoppable.
It has nothing to do with stance, nothing to do with right or wrong.
These people should be killed.
He looked at the old man's tattered body, and recalled the crazy and pious words the other man had said before, and the meaning in his heart seemed to burst out.
"Dong-dong-dong-dong!"
Duan Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and his dream power instantly unfolded.
Then, he began to box in this already dilapidated dojo.
Baji, Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua, Mantis, and Danji.
Yoga mudra, ninjutsu fighting style, Nordic knight skills.
Crystal meditation, fetal breath method, deep meditation.
There is also the Xuanyuan Dingqing Jue.
Countless methods are circulating in my heart, and then they are displayed from my hands.
Afterwards, his mind kept recalling every battle since he came to the world of dragons and snakes.
He had a simple fight with Wang Chao when he first started, fought against Duan Shiyi after breaking through An Jin, and fought against Hua Jin when he was shot.
Ba Liming, Duan Yi, Chen Aiyang, Lei Mingyuan, Yan Yuanyi, and the masters in the Chinese martial arts circle.
There are also the seven people who came to Fuso to kill this time.
Dozens of fights, completely absorbed.
His figure kept flickering and changing, and there was a strong wind in the venue, as if there were countless giant blowers blowing.
The four limbs in the body began to slowly contract, and the energy flowing throughout the body slowly surged towards the Dantian.
In the dark, he seemed to be able to feel that the energy and blood in his body were flowing along with his mind, gradually condensing into a small point.
His breath became weaker and weaker, and finally there was no sound of wind between punches and kicks.
After five hours, Duan Zhen slowly regained his strength.
He looked at Duan Shiyi who was waiting cross-legged and suddenly pressed his palm towards the ground of the dojo.
This seal is pressed slowly, as if gently touching the ground.
At almost the same time, Duan Shiyi, who was sitting cross-legged, felt a desire to surrender to everything begin to flow.
It's like there is an existence that wants to suppress the infinite coming.
He felt his pores begin to tremble slightly, and immediately looked at Duan Zhen in disbelief.
At this time, Duan Zhen was sitting cross-legged, with his right hand hanging down in front of his knees, his palm facing inward, and slowly pressing it on the ground.
"woo woo woo woo!"
Suddenly there was a gust of wind sound all around, and there were inexplicable and vague words in the wind sound.
You can't hear it clearly, it's like singing in praise.
The entire ground was shaking slightly, as if something was about to emerge from the void.
Two auras, the sacred and inexplicable and the terrifying and tragic, were constantly circulating in the venue.
Touch the ground and conquer the demon.
This is a yoga Mahamudra, which is the most complete of the Buddhist mudras.
It is said that before Buddha became enlightened, he formed this seal under the Bodhi tree.
Once the mudra is revealed, countless external demons can be subdued and the supreme enlightenment can be achieved.
Duan Zhen's mudra combined with the evolution of his spiritual power turned out to be like a Buddha before he became enlightened. He wanted to surrender under the bodhi tree to countless demon kings from his incarnation, the Self-Heaven.
Duan Shiyi's eyes widened. He felt that Duan Zhen had become unpredictable at this moment, and his aura far surpassed his own.
It's like entering another mysterious realm.
Alchemy!
Take one step and you will be separated from the world!
"The young master has really mastered martial arts..."
Duan Shiyi murmured to himself that when Duan Zhen broke through Anjin, he was with him and briefly fought against Duan Zhen.
It's only been a few years? My young master actually held the pill and sat on his crotch!
"Send this box to them."
Duan Shiyi was stunned when he suddenly heard Duan Zhen's words.
Looking again, he saw that Duan Zhen's muscles and bones had calmed down, his skin had become extremely fair, and all the muscles on his body had disappeared.
It's like a person who has never practiced martial arts.
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