Fuso Sendai, an old martial arts dojo.

Duan Zhen and Duan Shiyi walked side by side.

This is the best time to visit Fuso, as the summer days have just subsided and the autumn breeze is picking up.

The pedestrians on the road are calm, and they look like they have been quiet.

"It's a pity that you can't see cherry blossoms at this time."

Duan Zhen walked silently down the street, holding a large stack of materials in his hand, on which a person's information was recorded in detail.

"Young master, this person is the last person we have collected, he is more than a hundred years old, and now he has opened a martial arts hall, and he usually stays there."

Duan Shiyi was also very smacked when he first saw these materials, and he didn't expect that a person could be extremely sinful to such an extent.

Since ancient times, killing an enemy on the battlefield is nothing, just a war caused by different positions.

It is a shame for all to slaughter unarmed civilians and torture and kill the defenseless old and young.

But the person in the information 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 came to a Fusang martial arts dojo.

Duan Zhen and Duan Shiyi glanced at each other and asked Duan Shiyi to wait outside the door.

He walked in alone and soon reached the inner room.

There was only one person inside, and it was an old man with white hair.

"You're the last one."

Duan Zhen looked at the old man and spoke softly.

He did not use the Fusang language anymore, but spoke Mandarin directly.

The old man's hair was all white, but the spirit in his eyes was extremely strong.

The skin is elastic and does not look old at all.

It's hard to tell that this is a hundred-year-old man.

He looked at the long box on Duan Zhen's back, and looked at it for a long time like the Sect Master of the Water Moon Stream.

"Are you here to kill me?"

The old man suddenly spoke hoarsely, and what he said was actually Chinese.

Obviously, he also felt the undisguised murderous intent on Duan Zhen's body.

"yes, you're the last one."

Duan Zhen still repeated his previous words, he gently put the box down and opened it slowly.

There was a long sword on the outermost layer, and there seemed to be something inside, but it was not real.

The sword body whined slightly, and there was a sense of murder in the air.

The old man staggered to his feet, stepped aside and picked up a slender katana, and trembled and unsheathed it.

"I used this knife to behead five hundred and fifty-six of you."

He stroked the katana with some emotion, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes:

"I thought of them begging me for mercy in pain and helplessness, and then being slashed by me in despair. I'm really happy and happy. ”

The old man spoke as he stroked the blade of the sword, and his words carried an incomparably reverent heart.

He slowly recounted how he used this knife to kill the suffering compatriots in China.

When it came to the details, his body was still trembling inexplicably, and tears overflowed in his eyes.

It's a response that stimulates the top.

It seems that the way of killing is the foundation of his life.

The more you kill, the more joy you have, and the more you can get great peace.

Even Duan Zhen could intuitively feel the joy that the other party had gained from killing.

And that's an emotion that emanates from the depths of the heart.

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 rose:

"There is a scripture that says, "Kill one person and get one Bodhisattva, and kill ten people and get two Bodhisattvas." If I want to stay still, I'm not enough. ”

He said this with an indescribable emotion.

Between the words, the breath of the whole person actually had a sense of holiness and purity.

As he said, killing is merit.

"The eight places do not move..."

Duan Zhen saw the old man saying the scriptures with such a pious gesture, feeling the crazy thoughts, and suddenly overturned his previous thoughts in his heart.

He thought that there were some things, whether right or wrong, just a matter of position.

This is true of any war.

But the actions of the old man in front of him have nothing to do with his position.

They are born murderers and take pride in slaughtering others.

The few war criminals he found along the way who had not died of old age were also in this way.

Some Fuso officers would repent of their previous crimes in the second half of their lives, but these people had no intention of repenting at all.

They even aspire to massacre China again.

And he also said that it was merit.

"Regardless of position."

Duan Zhen suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was brewing some emotion.

"Boom!"

The moment he closed his eyes, the old man immediately slashed at him with a knife.

It seems that after saying it for so long, it is to take advantage of Duan Zhenzhen's unpreparedness to launch a sneak attack again!

"Hey, hey, hey..."

The old man's march was accompanied by his eerie silent sneer, like a demon whispering.

He also knew that he was old and frail, and his physical strength was far from being Duan Zhen's opponent, so he had been using words to stimulate Duan Zhen's emotions.

He knew the intention of the Chinese young man in front of him, so he deliberately told those things in order to catch a flaw.

And Duan Zhen's closing of his eyes gave him the best opportunity!

His knife has covered all the qi and blood in his body.

The speed was almost ghostly, and the sound of the wind flowed, cutting through the air and setting off a wave of air.

The momentum was incomparably loud, and the ground was trampled by his rapid trampling and trampling on layers of sawdust.

He slashed down with a fierce cruelty in his eyes.

It was as if we were about to see that kind of separation of flesh and blood.

But in the next moment, the knife in his hand was fixed straight in the air, only three inches apart from Duan Zhen, and it was difficult to go further.

"You..."

The old man's eyes were a strange red, and his cruel expression paused slightly.

He never thought that this knife, which had gathered momentum to the pinnacle of his life, would be so inexplicably fixed in front of his opponent.

He kept pulling out his knife, and his face flashed an abnormal bright red because of the flow 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 Zhencai slowly opened his eyes and said:

"I'm going to beat you to death."

His hands clenched into fists, and his words were cold as if they were squeezed out between his teeth.

Knock knock knock!

The old man's ears suddenly rose with a sound like dozens or hundreds of drums roaring at the same time.

The beating of the drum was very urgent, which seemed to indicate that the person who sent it was extremely uneasy.

When he listened carefully, the sound actually burst out from the chest of the man in front of him.

Then he saw a huge palm that covered the sky and slapped towards him.

"Boom !!"

The old man still wanted to control the long knife, but found that he still couldn't cut it, and the invisible power far exceeded him by many times.

"Guyga!"

The old man was furious and suddenly threw his hand into the block.

The skin of his whole body instantly turned red like blood, and it was obvious that he had exploded with all his strength at this moment.

But Duan Zhen didn't care, he just pressed it with such a straight palm.

"Bang!"

The old man blocked with both hands, and suddenly felt an irresistible huge pressure falling.

Like a toppled mountain, pressing straight from the top of the distant sky.

As soon as he made contact, he was immediately crushed to the ground.

His feet couldn't withstand the force at all, and he fell to his knees involuntarily, spilling blood all over his body.

This palm alone swept away all his crazy cruelty!

The aura around him suddenly fell like the top of the sky, heavy and immense, unstoppable.

"Look me in the eye."

Duan Zhen flipped his palm again with an expressionless face, and the air around him exploded into a strong torrent, as if the sky was truly upside down.

"Boom !!"

The old man involuntarily threw himself on the bar again, but how great was that force?

He couldn't even stop it the first time, let alone after he was injured.

His arm, which had broken bones, was broken again, and the white bones of Sensen pierced the skin, and blood continued to flow.

A deafening sound erupted throughout the dojo, and the wooden planks on the ground were lifted layer by layer, revealing countless deep pits.

For a moment, it was as if the inner chamber of the gym had been hit by a cannonball.

"Ahh

The old man blocked two palms, and before he could finish his breath, he found that the third palm struck again.

Then, his vision began to blur, and the air around him was pulled away by the palm wind and exploded.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Duan Zhen smashed it with one palm, and the expression on his face was indifferent to the extreme.

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, and he slapped five hundred palms.

He smashed the entire ground into a deep pit, and the planks around him flew and kicked up puffs of dust.

"Are you happy?"

Duan Zhen looked at the old man in front of him, who was kneeling deeply on the ground, his feet twisted to a tortuous and inhuman level.

With one hand, he grabbed the old man out of the deep ground and strangled the other man's neck.

The old man's eyes had begun to roll slightly, and his whole body was like a tattered pocket.

But after he was subjected to 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 a hint of pride and remembrance on his face again.

"I..."

The old man was still about to speak, but he saw that the katana immediately flew up and was held by Duan Zhen in his hand.

Then, Duan Zhen's arm was instantly filled with energy, and his roots and muscles burst out.

With one hand, he squeezed the katana to pieces.

"No!!"

When the old man, who was originally proud, saw this scene, he immediately let out a tragic and terrible cry.

Like a ghost, it smells terrible.

"Are you happy?"

Duan Zhen asked again, and he controlled the broken blade, stabbing into the old man's body piece by piece.

The sharp blade spun and sliced through countless flesh and blood.

The wind whistled by, burning with thick blood.

Duan Zhen lifted the old man, his eyes didn't blink, and his spiritual power continued to surge as if he was crazy.

"Young master, the man is dead!"

Duan Shiyi outside the door walked in, he looked at Duan Zhen's eyes with scarlet meaning, and hurriedly persuaded him.

At this moment, Duan really fell into an inexplicable emotion, and his spiritual power continued to radiate.

The surrounding air became solidified and heavy under the emergence of spiritual power.

He heard Duan Shiyi's voice, slowly let go of his hand, and shook off the flesh and blood in his hand.

"It's dead..."

He muttered, his eyes a little gray.

went to Fusang and killed seven Fusang war criminals who were still alive, and the intention in his heart became heavier and heavier.

Originally, he was still a little hesitant, but when he saw these people, the killing intent in his heart was almost unstoppable.

It has nothing to do with the position, nothing about right or wrong.

These people should be killed.

He looked at the old man's tattered body, and remembered the crazy and pious words of the other party before, and the intention in his heart seemed to gush out.

"Knock knock knock!"

Duan Zhen's heart jumped suddenly, and the dream divine power instantly unfolded.

Then, he began to punch in the already dilapidated dojo.

Baji, Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua, Praying Mantis, Spring Leg.

Yoga mudra, ninjutsu fighting, Nordic knight skills.

Crystal meditation, fetal breath method, deep concentration.

There is also Xuanyuan Dingqing.

Countless methods circulate in the heart, and then come out of the hands.

After that, his mind kept recalling every battle since he came to the Dragon Snake World.

When he first started, he fought with Wang Chao simply, broke through the dark energy and fought with Duan Shiyi, and when he was shot, he confronted Hua Jin.

Ba Liming, Duan Yi, Chen Aiyang, Lei Mingyuan, Yan Yuanyi, and those masters in the Chinese martial arts circle.

There are also these seven people who came to Fusang to kill this time.

Dozens of fights, all in my heart.

His figure kept flickering, and a strong wind was blowing in the field, as if there were countless giant blowers blowing.

The four ends of the body began to contract slowly, and the qi flowing around the body slowly surged towards the dantian.

In the dark, he seemed to be able to feel that the qi and blood in his whole body were flowing along his mind, gradually condensing into a small dot.

His breath became weaker and weaker, and in the end, he didn't even make a sound of the wind between punches and kicks.

After a full five hours, Duan Zhen slowly regained his strength.

He looked at Duan Shiyi, who was waiting cross-legged on the side, and suddenly pressed a palm towards the ground of this dojo.

The seal was pressed slowly, as if it were gently touching the ground.

And almost at the same time, Duan Shiyi, who was sitting cross-legged, felt a desire to surrender everything begin to flow.

It's as if a being who wants to suppress the infinite is about to come.

He felt his pores begin to tremble slightly, and immediately looked at Duan Zhen incredulously.

At this time, Duan Zhen sat on his knees, his right hand hanging down in front of his knees, his palm facing inward, and slowly pressing on the ground.

"Woooooooooooo

There was a sudden gust of wind around him, and there were inexplicable vague words in the wind.

I couldn't hear it in detail, as if I was singing praise.

The entire ground shook slightly, as if something was about to emerge from the void.

The two auras of the sacred inexplicable and the tragic were constantly circulating in the field.

Touchdown print, subduing demons.

This is a yoga mudra, the most complete of Buddhist mudras.

Legend has it that before the Buddha attained enlightenment, he produced this seal under the Bodhi tree.

As soon as the handprint came out, he subdued countless external demons, and he was getting the supreme enlightenment and positive fruit.

And Duan Zhen's handprint, combined with the evolution of spiritual power, turned out to be really like a Buddha before enlightenment, who had to subdue countless Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Kings who rushed from his Transformation Freedom Heaven under the Bodhi Tree.

Duan Shiyi's eyes on the side widened, and he felt that Duan Zhen at this moment had actually become unpredictable, and that momentum far surpassed his own.

It is as if entering another layer of mystical realm.

Dan Dao!

One step out, the separation of immortals!

"The young master is really a martial artist..."

Duan Shiyi muttered to himself, when Duan Zhen broke through the dark energy, he also followed him, and he also fought with Duan Zhen for a short time.

It's only been a few years? The young master of his own family actually hugged Dan and sat on his hip!

"Send this box to them."

Just as he was stunned, Duan Shiyi suddenly heard Duan Zhen's words.

After looking at it again, he saw that Duan Zhen's whole body was calm, his skin became extremely fair, and all the muscles on his body were hidden.

It's like a person who has never practiced national arts.

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