I can go back to the mysterious age

Charles stepped on the ground, rushed forward and punched out without hesitation, straight to the face of the person coming.

Snap!

The punch, which was as fast as lightning, was suddenly intercepted by a palm that stretched out in mid-air. Charles's body, which was charging by inertia, suddenly stopped, and the whole person turned from extremely fast to extremely quiet. He felt that his punch was like hitting a steel plate, unable to move forward. The power of the fist was easily eliminated by the opponent.

"You..."

"Don't get me wrong, we are one of us."

Kaxiu looked at Charles, who was staring at the boss, and said in a flat tone. Then he shook his right hand and pushed his palm forward.

Charles, the second elder, who originally wanted to switch to his left hand to attack quickly again, stepped back, and a huge force that he could not resist burst out from the palm that had touched before. Charles retreated more than ten steps before he could barely support his body.

"Elder." "Second elder, are you okay..."

Hong Jiuquan and others who gathered in the living room surrounded him.

Only the cute green-haired girl in the corner stood there in a daze, her almond eyes wide open, looking at Kaxiu in surprise. She looked a few more times, and after being completely sure, she walked forward and opened her mouth and said, "Is it Mr. Kaxiu?"

"Ms. Niv."

Kaxiu looked over and nodded. He still had some impression of this kind-hearted green-haired girl.

Two minutes later.

After listening to what Niv said, everyone quickly believed that Kaxiu was one of their own who came to help. Charles, who had been hammering his right shoulder with his left hand, also apologized and said, "Mr. Kaxiu, I misunderstood. I thought those traitors broke in just now..."

"It's okay."

Kaxiu slowly tore off a piece of black cloth from his shoulder. This whole set of clothes had just been bought not long ago, and after a battle. As expected, it became a tattered beggar's outfit again.

Beside him, Charles took a deep breath: "Thank you for coming to help, the traitors' personnel transfer and gunfire just now were caused by Mr. Kaxiu's rushing in."

"In fact, Mr. Kaxiu doesn't need to take such risks. After all, there are quite a few traitors, and there are also a large number of White Rose's gunmen." Charles admired Kaxiu's bravery in breaking through the siege, but from a strategic point of view, this behavior is not very useful. It would be best if there was a group of people outside the Red Eagle Fist Dojo headquarters, and then Charles's people would cooperate with each other. Of course, Charles would not say this idea. He adjusted his mood a little.

"Mr. Kaxiu, you came in all the way. What is the specific situation in the dojo?" Charles added after he finished speaking: "If we can understand the opponent's general arrangement of warriors and gunmen, and with Mr. Kaxiu'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 his turbid old eyes widened.

"Yes, they are all gone." Kaxiu nodded honestly.

"This..." "Is it true?!" "No way." Behind Charles, the other two elders and the disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. They had just experienced the large number of enemies. One-third of the people in the Red Eagle Fist headquarters had defected, plus many gunmen from the White Rose Killer Camp. There were at least a hundred people in the dojo headquarters. Among them were the Great Elder, the Fifth Elder and other boxer-level masters. Especially the Great Elder Dyson, whose strength ranked first in the Red Eagle Fist. The master Orn, who was at the Great Perfection of the Boxer Realm, was not his opponent and could only be inferior to him. Listening to the incredible voices beside him, Niv said, "Mr. Kashu, I visited my grandfather in Death Canyon two months ago. The two of them had a fight, and there was no winner..." As soon as the crisp voice came out, the chattering stopped. Niv's grandfather was naturally the old master of the Red Eagle Fist, Blood Fist Feng Liusi. This is a fighter-level figure, and Mr. Kaxiu in front of him can fight with the old master without a clear winner, so he is obviously also a top fighter!

Fighter, these three words represent the peak realm of the current secret martial arts world, at least the limit of secret martial artists on the surface.

When a fighter takes action, no one knows how powerful he can be. But the name alone can convince people, and no matter what he does, it adds a bit of credibility.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Kaxiu with respect. Second Elder Charles seemed to have not expected that the dilemma of the last second would be easily solved in the next second. The abrupt contrast made him stunned in place, and after a pause, he asked the question in his mind: "Mr. Kaxiu, what about Dyson..."

"Who is Dyson?"

"Um... an old man with a goatee..."

"Oh, kill him."

Kaxiu answered the question neatly.

Another five minutes passed.

Kaxiu, Charles Neve and others walked on the road of the dojo headquarters. There were bloodstains everywhere, on the stone floor, white walls, and green grass. When you stepped on it, the half-coagulated blood was sticky like glue. Every time you lifted the sole of your shoe, it would make a terrifying snapping sound.

"Go over there and see if there is anyone alive in the direction of the cafeteria." "You guys go this way, there may be some fish that have escaped the net on the playground." "Look carefully for the captives."

The second elder Charles kept giving orders, and dozens of people followed him all the way and divided into several teams, heading 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 that handsome and delicate young man's face. It will jump out and eat people inadvertently.

This reverie made him shiver involuntarily.

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 in 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.

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. Broken arm news!"

"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 submerge 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, Ka Xiu was fine, 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 Kaxiu 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. He signaled to stop amid the smell of gunpowder smoke.

"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 Miwu training: Breathing into a Golem, body blood circulation into a Golem, and now, the Golem Miwu seems to be developing towards the fourth characteristic. 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..."