"A realm that can influence the flow of air with courage. It is also the top level of personality unity in the heyday of Palosha. ”

Andlera and Nightmare stood together, looking at Garon's overwhelming rage and muttering an explanation. "This is the strongest level in martial artist lore. In ancient times, such a person was called the king of the century! Galleon, he finally reached this realm!!"

The "King of the Century" Nightmare looked up at the white and golden pillar of air, and there was an irrepressible shock on his face, such a spirit was as boundless as the ocean, just a little contact, he felt a vast artistic conception rushing to his face, as if he wanted to make people worship him. "It turns out that martial arts can really come this far" He originally didn't believe how high martial arts could go alone, but now with the rapid development of firearms, the decline of martial arts has been completely inevitable.

And now Garon's outburst has allowed him to truly see the end of this road.

The night sky seems to be illuminated by white and gold air, and the white light pierces through the fog, as if the sun really shines on the island.

It's not really light, it's just a neural illusion that comes from seeing people feel the spirit.

Everyone looked at the two spirits above the island in shock. That is the rumored level of spirit condensation, which is called the level of the king of the century!

The surrounding groups of other shili people kept retreating one after another, so as not to be covered by the white-gold aura. It took a few hundred meters to finally leave the air coverage.

Within the range of courage, as long as Garon is willing, he will immediately suffer the same result as those five masters. Locked up in a cage-like situation.

Garon retracted his gaze. Look around.

The five masters were all suppressed for a while and couldn't come out at all.

He waved his hand, and the white-gold aura was retracted. Condensed into a huge platinum statue behind him.

At the same time, the idol violently stretched out his hands and grabbed at the Clown King.

The huge white-gold palm brought up a violent air flow to hold the Clown King.

"No!!" the Clown King screamed, and with a bang, a thick blue mist burst out, drowning the white-gold giant hand in it.

Everywhere the fog covered, a thick layer of blue ice was condensed. Very spooky. Some of the grass between the cracks in the rocks was swept away, quickly turning into a puddle of blue liquid.

Rumble!!

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

The giant hand vanished, and the mist flames quickly vanished. All that remains of the Clown King is a mass of minced meat.

Garon frowned slightly, the complete explosion of platinum qi can indeed suppress the audience, but this kind of explosion cannot last, and it is a great drain on the spirit and spirit.

As soon as the spirit was put away. The other four breaths rushed fiercely.

The Power of Glory and the Wolf Clan Bettegar rushed head-on. One of them was holding a knife, and the other had a red claw. A violent surge of air stirred in the air. The giant whale and the black wolf formed by their respective spirits also frantically and ferociously tore at the platinum idol.

At the same time, I don't know which two rushed behind me, also with a huge breath and strong wind.

Garon snorted coldly, ignoring it.

"Idol of the gods, Vientiane is flowing!!" crossed his arms and faced the two people in front of him. Streams of invisible air vibrated around him. The air was faintly filled with the roar of a giant elephant.

Boom!!!

The arms and claws collided together, making a loud noise of tooth tingling.

A large amount of platinum qi fiercely broke through the power of glory and the aura of the leader of the wolf clan, like a sharp knife stabbing straight into it. The two vomited blood and retreated. The complexion quickly turned from white to red.

There were two muffled bangs behind Garon at the same time. He was slightly shocked. He didn't care at all, and pounced forward.

Syllable!

The hands are clawed. Grabbing the wolf clan leader's throat, the white-gold aura broke all his subsequent resistance in the blink of an eye. It's only for a moment, but it's enough.

Click!

The laryngeal bone is gently crushed. Bate clutched her throat and fell to her knees.

Garon's complexion remained unchanged, and his right palm glowed with a ruby sheen. A backhand and a sneak attack on Palosha slapped in.

His left palm slapped on the shoulder of the Glorious Power with a lightning bolt. This time he also took advantage of the moment when his spirit was broken and he fell into a short period of paralysis.

Bang bang!!

A palm was imprinted on the shoulders of the glorious power, but there were four consecutive crashing sounds.

With each sound, the shoulders of the Glorious Power sank down one layer entirely. By the fourth sound, the entire left side of his body was completely shattered.

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

"Big brother!!" A sad and angry roar came from behind Garon.

Garon's face was indifferent, and he turned around sharply and slapped his palm.

A tuning fork-like spike against the front.

Clang!!!

The tuning fork trembled violently, the spikes and palms were stalemate with each other, and the general Westman in front of him had a crazy look on his face, and his skin was red like a boiled shrimp, obviously using some secret method to burst out the strongest strength in a short time.

Garon was about to get out and go backwards. Suddenly, there was a huge force behind him, pushing him in place.

He tilted his head slightly, and Palosha was biting his beard, a calm palm against his back.

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

Garon tilted his head suddenly, his pupils shrinking. A colorful figure fell rapidly above the sky.

It's the Clown King!!

He stabbed straight down with his rune sword. The sharp tip of the rune sword danced with a thin black light.

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

It was a bundle of purple gunpowder!

At the same time, another general and Elizar, the leader of the witchers, also rushed over at the same time, one with a sword and the other with a gun, barely pausing at all.

"Saving !!"

Andrera and Nightmare were startled at the same time, and rushed over at each other.

But it's clearly too late.

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

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Open your mouth and spit it out.

Clang!!

A white qi rose into the sky and struck the middle of the rune sword's blade. The sword was broken. The tip of the sword bounced out of the side, passed through the forehead of Admiral Westman in front of him, and slammed into a black stone statue with a snort. Bring out a string of bright red blood flowers.

The smile on the Clown King's face instantly froze. He suddenly remembered the scene when he showed the rune sword to Garon earlier, and his body involuntarily fell down with gravity.

"East King Hand!!"

Garon let out a low roar, and an invisible air flow that seemed to be substance appeared all over his body. Palosha behind him was directly shocked back more than ten steps.

Tear Pull!!

The Clown King's body was directly torn apart by Garon's hands and scattered on the black rocky ground. Not a single intact bone could be found, all torn to pieces by the violent force.

In an instant, everyone in the audience stopped moving. Andlera and Nightmare, who had hurried to the ground, also stopped, looking at the flesh and bones that were strewn on the ground. I feel a little sick to my stomach. Looking at Garon again, it was as if he had met him for the first time.

"I thought I was no worse than him, but I didn't expect it," Nightmare said with some reluctance as she bit her lip. "This is the strongest realm of martial arts?

Andlera was completely speechless, except for the whiteness of the knuckles of her hand holding the hilt of her sword.

Woo!! woo!!!!!!

A desolate wolf howl kept coming from afar. It was the people of the wolf clan grieving over the death of their leader. They didn't rush up. Rather, they retreated and retreated.

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

Elisal and General Westman, who had just rushed over. At this point, he also stopped. Stand where you are, not daring to come again.

All the rest of the masters were completely killed at that moment just now. The Power of Glory and another general, as well as the Wolf Clan Betga, the Clown King. The death of the four was only in exchange for a small scar on the center of Garon's eyebrows.

"I thought you were just entering this realm and couldn't be stable. Looks like I was wrong. He breathed a sigh of relief. "There are two keys. How about we fight each other? There's no need to fight anymore. ”

He looked at Andlera and Nightmare, "You two don't have the heart to fight for the key, do they?"

Garon looked at him equally calmly. This old man's expression has not changed much from the beginning to the present, obviously there are still hole cards that have not been taken out. Just now he besieged himself with the rest of the people, and he didn't completely show his real strength.

"Take me three times, if you are still alive, I can treat the siege just now as if it didn't happen. He spoke suddenly.

Palosha didn't have the slightest surprise, just took a deep breath. The expression became more serious than ever. "Three palms, arrogant enough! But with your current state and strength, you are qualified to say such things. I'll pick it up!"

He originally planned to use all the strong men here to besiege Garon, even if he couldn't kill him, he could save his effort and seriously injure him. Unexpectedly, it forced out Garon's terrifying strength.

Reaching this martial arts pole level is already an alternative qualitative change, and it is a miracle that he is not qualified to contact a strong person at this level, and even injuring Garon is a miracle.

Palosha's thoughts flowed, and her feet slowly stood away in a figure of eight. "I didn't expect that the hole cards originally prepared for Xianflan had to be used on you in advance"

He stretched out three fingers, his thumb, index finger, and middle finger.

Three fingers pressed sharply on the center of the eyebrows and temples.

Smack!

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

Mile!!!

The giant bird made a strange chirp, and in terms of its size, it was equal to the platinum idol of Garon.

Palosha's eyes turned completely white, and she couldn't see a single pupil. The clothes on his body were torn by the rapidly expanding muscles, and his height increased from one meter eight to more than two meters, and his whole body showed a streamlined form like a golden ratio.

Call!!!

He exhaled slowly, and two thick white gases erupted from his nostrils, smashing into the ground, and actually made two small pits.

"Are the three personalities one?" said Garon, who finally straightened up. Seeing that the courage on Palosha's body was able to reach his height, it was obvious that he was now qualified to compete with him head-on.

"To be able to take a mere assassination fist and practice it to such a height. Palosha, you're the number one!" Garon clawed one hand in front of him, clenched his fist in the air with the other back, and lunged at his feet. It was as if the whole person was carrying a huge object of great weight.

"Take my first palm. Garon silently rushed forward, and the white gold idol's fists also turned into white air, wrapping around his arms, and two white-gold spikes rushed out from the front of his palms. (To be continued......)