Charles put his foot on the ground, punched out without hesitation while charging forward, and rushed straight to the door facing the person coming.
Snapped!
That punch, which was as fast as lightning, was suddenly intercepted by a palm protruding from mid-air. Charles's charging body suddenly stopped, and his whole body changed from extremely fast to extremely quiet. He felt like his punch was hitting a steel plate, unable to make any progress. The power of the fist was easily eliminated by the opponent.
"you……"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm one of my own."
Card Xiu looked at Charles, who was glaring at the boss, and said in a calm tone. Then his right hand shook and his palm was pushed forward.
The second elder Charles, who originally wanted to switch to his left hand to strike quickly again, stepped back, and a huge force that he could not resist burst out from the palm he had touched before. Charles took more than a dozen steps back before barely holding on.
"Elder." "Second Elder, are you okay..."
Hongjiuquan and others gathered in the living room gathered around.
Only the pretty girl with green hair in the corner stood there blankly, with a pair of round almond-shaped eyes, looking at Ka Xiu in surprise. She looked at it a few more times, and then stepped forward after being completely sure, opened her mouth and said, "Is it Mr. Cardiff?"
"Miss Neve."
Ka Xiu looked over and nodded. He still had some impression of this kind-hearted green-haired girl.
Two minutes later.
After listening to what Neve said, everyone quickly believed that Card Xiu was one of their own who came to help. Charles, who kept hitting his right shoulder with his left hand, also apologized and said: "Mr. Cardiff, I misunderstood. Just now I thought it was the traitors who broke in..."
"fine."
Card Xiu slowly tore off a piece of black fabric from his shoulder. This set of clothes had just been bought after a battle. As expected, it turned into a tattered beggar's outfit again.
Next to him, Charles took a deep breath: "Thank you for coming to help. The mobilization and gunshots of the traitors outside just now were probably caused by Mr. Cardiff's intrusion."
"Actually, Mr. Cardiff doesn't need to take that risk. After all, there are a lot of traitors and there are a lot of gunmen from White Rose." Charles admired Cardiff's bravery in breaking through the siege, but strategically speaking, this behavior was of little use. It would be best if there is a group of people outside the headquarters of the Red Eagle Fist Dojo, and then these people inside Charles should cooperate with each other. Of course, Charles would not express this idea. He calmed down a bit.
"Mr. Cardiff, you came in all the way. What's the specific situation in the dojo?" Charles added after he finished speaking: "If we can know the approximate arrangement of warriors and gunmen on the other side, and with Mr. Cardiff's help, maybe we can break out. .”
"Kill them all."
"Oh, kill them all. Then we can... ah? Kill, kill them all!!!" The volume of the second half of Charles' words instantly increased by one decibel, and a pair of muddy old eyes widened.
"Yes, it's all wiped out." Ka Xiu nodded sincerely.
"This..." "Really or not?!" "No way."
Behind Charles, the other two elders and the disciples looked at each other. They had just personally experienced the large number of opponents. One-third of the people in the Red Eagle Fist headquarters had rebelled, plus many gunmen from the White Rose Killer Battalion.
There are at least a hundred people in the dojo headquarters.
Among them are the great elders, fifth elders and other boxing masters. Especially Great Elder Dyson, whose strength ranks first among the Red Eagle Fist. The master of the sect, Orn, a master of martial arts in Dacheng realm, is clearly no match for him and can only succumb to him.
Listening to some incredible voices next to her, Neve said: "Mr. Cashew, he went to Death Canyon to visit grandpa two months ago. The two even had a fight, with neither winner nor loser..."
As soon as the crisp voice came out, the chatter suddenly stopped. Neve's grandfather is naturally the old sect leader of Red Eagle Fist, Blood Fist Feng Liusi. This is a fighter-level figure, and the Mr. Card Xiu in front of him can fight the old sect master to a close fight, so he is obviously a top fighter!
Fighter, these three words represent the pinnacle of today's secret martial arts world, at least the limit of a secret martial artist on the surface.
When a fighter takes action, no one knows what level of combat effectiveness he can achieve. But the name alone is convincing, and it adds a certain degree of credibility to whatever he does.
Suddenly, everyone looked at Ka Xiu with respect. The second elder, Charles, seemed not to have expected the predicament he was in one second, but he easily got out of it the next second. The sudden contrast made him froze on the spot. After a moment of pause, he asked the question in his mind: "Mr. Cardiff, what about Dyson..."
"Who is Dyson?"
"Well...an old man with a goatee..."
"Oh, kill."
Ka Xiu answered the questions neatly.
Another five minutes passed.
Ka Xiu, Charles Neve and others were walking on the road to the dojo headquarters. There are bloodstains everywhere, stone floors, white walls, green grass. When you step on it, the semi-coagulated blood sticks to your feet like glue. Every time the sole of the shoe is lifted up, it makes a terrifying slapping sound.
"Go over there and see if anyone is alive in the direction of the cafeteria." "You guys go this way. There may be some fish that have slipped through the playground." "Look carefully for those who were captured."
The second elder, Charles, kept giving orders, followed by dozens of people who divided into several teams and headed in different directions.
Only Ka Xiu and three other people were left on this road, until they reached the central area where the elders of the sect usually had their offices. Just after they passed the corner, a strong smell of blood hit their nostrils. Neve looked forward, her face turned pale, she turned around and vomited on the spot.
Charles was also a little uncomfortable, but after all, he had experienced a lot of things like murder, so he still looked straight ahead. It was a scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. There were corpses lying in a pool of red and black blood everywhere. Their bodies were broken and their arms were broken, and their deaths were miserable.
The buzzing flies landed on the bloody severed limbs, jumping between the black barrel and red muscle fibers.
Two minutes later.
The second elder, Charles, found his arch-rival, the great elder of Red Eagle Fist, Dyson. The corpse of an old man with a broken neck showed no signs of struggle, just a fatal wound on the neck.
This was more terrifying than a corpse in a miserable state of death. It meant that his opponent had no tricks and no temptations. It was a clean kill, and Dyson had no room for resistance. A great boxer died like this.
Charles glanced at the expressionless card repair next to him.
Although he was one of his own, he felt inexplicably that there seemed to be a demonic and terrifying inner being hidden under the handsome and delicate face of the young man. It will jump out and eat people inadvertently.
This reverie made him shiver involuntarily.
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A few kilometers apart, on the outskirts of Mia City.
A manor with a simple shape, it was built in the center of a dense forest, surrounded by dense green trees.
Some of the green branches stretched out too long and rested on the two-meter-high white wall. With the slight breeze rubbing.
From time to time, a bird call or two could be heard in the forest.
ah!
A black shadow suddenly flew over from the wall, smashed the branches hard, and finally fell to the ground with a plop. He struggled for a while, rolled two or three times, and finally vomited blood and died.
Inside the walls, in the manor.
Whoosh!
A crystal blue whip flashed with translucent luster in the sunlight, and wrapped around a gunman's neck like lightning. Lift it up slightly, and the position of the whip near the handle becomes hard.
He picked it up casually as if fishing.
"It must have been the shot you shot me in the back just now..."
Sheng Feinan, who looked elegant and elegant, had a smile on his face and looked completely lifeless. The gunman who was hung in the air struggled even more fiercely. His two hands covered with frost tightly grasped the whip, and his lower body kicked like a frog.
"Oh? You have the backbone. If you don't speak, then go to hell."
Sheng Feinan raised his eyebrows, and the long whip in his hand shrank like a snake. A head was torn off after being torn apart.
He flicked his whip and blood flew out with a splash. Then he took steps to hunt the remaining defenders in the manor.
In the open space, more than a dozen corpses of gunmen lay scattered in various places. Some were covered in ice, some had their necks broken, some died with their eyes open, and some were thrown away and hung on trees.
In the middle, a freshly baked head is placed squarely on the abdomen of a headless corpse. The corpse's hands were slightly turned inward, as if it was holding its head. The head's eyes were wide open, and the deep reluctance before death still remained in his eyes.
It turns out.
Ordinary people cannot speak when a rope whip is wrapped around their throats, and they can only moan like a mute.
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Evil Eye Fist Headquarters.
The things in the morning just didn't stop for a while.
From the mountain behind the manor, the sound of fierce fighting seemed to be faintly heard again. Large tracts of trees were interrupted by the warring parties, leaving a blank area on the lush green carpet seen from above. The outcome of this battle was quickly decided.
Five minutes passed.
Justin, the leader of the Evil Eye Fist Sect, who was recovering from his injuries, saw the embarrassed Great Elder Buck. Buck was only slightly injured in the morning's fight, but now he looked miserable. Not only was there a deep crack on the chest, but his left arm was also missing, leaving only a bloody and bloody section.
Buck used some kind of secret technique to temporarily stop the bleeding in his arm. He said to Justin with an ugly face: "Starting from today, the power of the Evil Eye Fist will completely shrink, and the Eastern Alliance plan will also be suspended for a period of time. Don't act rashly..."
Buck took a deep breath: "In addition, I'm afraid it will take at least half a year to heal. In the past six months, when outsiders ask me about my situation, they will say that I am in retreat. Especially the other gates in the East Nine Gate, they cannot let them know that I am seriously injured. News about the broken arm!”
"clear."
At the same time, outside the manor of the Evil Eye Fist headquarters. A figure was walking on a lonely road, holding a bloody arm. He walked halfway and suddenly raised his hand.
He threw the severed arm directly into the gurgling stream.
Watching it sink into the water, it soon disappeared.
Two days later, September 3rd.
The storm of September 1st has passed. Due to the traitor, Red Eagle Fist is suffering from serious internal friction. At least one-third of the betrayers were killed, and many disciples were injured. Therefore, some personnel from other branches returned to Mia City as supplements, and the damaged dojo buildings were repaired one by one.
Everything is going in the right direction for the time being.
In the dojo, there is a fighting venue made of light yellow wood.
Ka Xiu was naked from the waist up and stood in the center of the venue. His originally reborn boy's body began to develop again, and his arms that looked weak and soft gradually began to show muscle lines. Of course, because the time is still short, the changes are not very obvious. Looking from a distance, her figure is still very slender.
He doesn't look like a warrior exercising at all.
However, only a few Red Eagle Fist disciples present as sparring partners knew the horror hidden in this thin body.
In two days, they used various types of weapons to attack Kaxiu. There are sharp spears, cross swords, nail-tailed hammers, and flails. No matter whether it is a sharp or blunt weapon, it has no effect on this body.
At most, there are barely a few white spots left on it.
Yesterday evening, these sparring partners tried to grab a spear and sprint towards it, speeding up and piercing Kaxiu's body.
As a result, Kaxiu was fine at all, but the all-metal spear was bent sharply. The head of the gun was tilted sixty degrees to the left, almost turning into a question mark.
And the opponent didn't move at all, under the accelerating impact of four or five big men. The thin body is as stable as a mountain.
The soles of the feet are like tree roots, growing deep into the soil.
It seems that because they were tired of playing with cold weapons, today's sparring partner Ka Xiu asked them to use firearms. From pistols to heavy machine guns, he seemed to be undergoing a test of his own physique.
in the venue.
Card Xiu pointed to the first strong man on the left and motioned for him to come first. The strong man nodded and raised his pistol with some anxiety.
Aim the muzzle of the gun at your chest, pull the trigger, and there's a bang.
A small spark flashed across the surface of the skin, but it had no effect.
Card Xiu nodded to the second strong man.
A submachine gun was pointed at him.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
The bullets left white marks, but they still had no practical effect. There were some hot bullet casings on the ground.
Ka Xiu looked at the third person.
A heavy machine gun erupted brazenly, and a stream of powerful bullets hit the surface of the body. Kaxiu's fair skin had a slightly translucent jade quality, as if it was covered with a hard shell. Even heavy machine gun bullets couldn't penetrate it completely.
After changing several directions and angles, Kaxiu's body was baptized by bullets from all directions. Amidst the smell of gunpowder smoke, he signaled to stop.
"The skin defense is still getting stronger, just like practicing Dacheng Hard Qigong. But, no, this is the result of the gradual deepening of the body's golem transformation by practicing Golem Secret Martial Arts. The basic golem-like characteristics at the beginning are also These are the three elements of golem secret martial arts training. The breathing goes golem, the blood circulation of the whole body goes golem, and the heart goes golem. And now, golem golem seems to be developing towards the fourth feature. My waist is developing. hot…"
Ka Xiu pressed the pair of kidneys on the left and right sides, feeling a hot and lively feeling that was completely different from the normal state.
Suddenly he had a bad guess in his mind.
"You won't grow a third or fourth kidney in a while..."
