This is a set of fighting skills that he has compiled most suitable for himself by gathering a lot of secret martial arts, and then blending the fighting system within the alloy image gong. The East King Hand and the West Phoenix Fist are the two most elite moves.

Garon understands that against an opponent like Palosha, ordinary moves are completely meaningless, so he simply uses special moves as soon as he comes up.

Put your palms together and stab forward.

The huge phoenix bird's wings are formed by spirit, squeezing the opponent's acupuncture points from both sides, forming a moment of huge impact and oppression, forcing the opponent to only resist head-on. This is a powerful lore that combines the three parts of acupuncture points, spirit, and killing moves!

Garon stabbed his hands straight forward, like sharp drills, towards Palosha's chest.

Once stabbed by this move, and then the palms of the two sides are divided into one piece, the winner will be directly torn into two pieces. Same result as the hand of the East King.

If it is said that the East King hand is using powerful speed and liliang, squeezing the invisible air flow to kill. Then Xifeng Fist is the essence of Garon's real skill fusion.

Palosha grabbed his right arm forward and pressed his left hand on his body.

With a tearing sound, his right arm swelled a lot, and countless strands of black qi lingered around him, crawling and circling on his arm like insects.

"Secret Method, Snake Scale Arm!"

In an instant, the transparent phoenix wings and the black aura collided suddenly. A huge air flow was also blowing in all directions at the same time.

Rumble!

The earth shook violently, and the soles of everyone's feet were numb, and they were numb from the huge tremors.

Some of the stone statues that had been smashed by the previous fight collapsed and broke, scattering rubble all over the ground.

Andlera drew his sword and rushed a few steps. He was stopped by Westman's black-chested general.

"Looks like you're really planning to help the Clown King stop us. Andlera casually drew a few sword marks and stared at the general in front of her.

"It's a pity, compared to the Clown King. Your threat is greater. When we get rid of you, we'll kill the Joker. The general laughed.

"It's up to you to kill us?" Andreella sneered, "I don't know what the Clown King relied on to bring you together, but Garon's strength is not something you can imagine. The Nightmare King is no longer the nightmare he used to be. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you still have to look at the real strength. The black-breasted general didn't talk nonsense, pulled out two black pistols with both hands, and spun around in a circle.

In front of the Nightmare is Elizaar, the female leader of the witches.

"The Nightmare King. You're really strong, but I'm just pestering you. Wait until the two over there are solved, and then it's your time of death. Elizaar the Witcher sneered.

"Are you kidding?" said Nightmare.

"What do you think?" Elizale pulled a black ribbon out of her pocket. He actually blindfolded himself. "Eighty percent of your hypnotic abilities rely on vision, and unfortunately, my strongest state is when I don't use my eyes."

"Oh?" Nightmare became slightly serious. Elizaar's strength is also second to none among the witchers, the most powerful witcher of our time. Naturally, this title is not blown out.

But you can go to the Smoky Island. How many of them are weak? All of them have strong strength and achievements. If you really want to get rid of the superiority, you can only know if you compare them face-to-face.

Boom!

Garon's right paw pressed against Palosha's arms, and the sharp nails of his five fingers dug deep into the muscles of Palosha's arms.

"Secret Method, Shadow Fist!" Palosha's arms suddenly blurred, and as if there were an extra pair of arms, they suddenly appeared on Garon's chest.

"Idol Ruby!" Garon didn't mean to avoid it at all, and the corners of his mouth turned into a hideous look. The left hand is a palm print. The palms of the hands are red all over, with a faint red luster like jade. Even the blood vessels, muscles, and bones are faintly visible.

Boom!!

There was another muffled sound, and the two were separated by the force of the shock. Take a few steps back.

A charred palm print appeared on Palosha's chest, and blood spilled from his mouth and nose. Fingers quickly tapped on the body a few times. A small square piece in the chest and abdomen flashed, and his face suddenly improved a lot.

"Come again!" Garon ignored and rushed forward again. The footsteps stomped heavily on the ground, bang! Like a giant elephant rushing wildly, the huge legs as heavy as stone pillars fell heavily to the ground.

Every time you step on it, you can hear a heavy vibration.

Compared to Palosha, the two palm prints on his chest were only superficial on the surface of his skin, and there was no major problem.

The two bumped into each other again, both of them were hard-to-hard fierce fights, and there was no room for anything. After Palosha retreated, he barely regained some of his strength in his heyday. And it's not the first time Garon has competed with him.

Every time the two sides attacked, it would cause a violent air outburst, and a strong wind continued to blow around, and the high-intensity air squeezed out, constantly emitting a ferocious air explosion, as if setting off firecrackers.

Syllable!

Palosha didn't take a breath, and was slapped on the shoulder by Garon, and he took more than ten steps back, and his fingers hurriedly used a secret method to quickly heal the injury. He lunged at Garon again. There was not the slightest pause.

The two fought in just a few seconds, and the entire stone forest was in a mess, and no one could intervene.

With a slap to push Palosha back, Garon lunged forward, grabbing both of Palosha's arms with both claws at the same time.

"Wait until I tear off your limbs and see if you can recover!" He was a little ferocious, and the super endurance of the Divine Idol Skill allowed him to burst out with all his strength for days and nights in a row. Now he is simply a humanoid mecha, tireless, and can quickly recover from injuries. After all, the Divine Statue Gong is still known for its super resilience.

A series of blows were all hard-hitting, and Palosha couldn't stand it a little.

With a bang, after opening his paws, he stumbled and was hit in the palm again. Another mouthful of blood spilled out of his mouth. Although, in the same way, he also kicked Garon in the lower abdomen.

But obviously the other party is planning to exchange injuries for injuries, looking at Garon's fierce appearance, compared to last time, it has actually improved a lot, and the attack hit him hard and hard, and he can't get rid of the force.

"Do it!!" Palosha suddenly let out a low growl.

Garon was startled, and suddenly felt a huge strong wind rush towards him, smashing on his vest behind his back.

Boom!!

Garon took a few steps forward, slammed his feet into the ground, and stabilized his body. I didn't have time to think about it, and on all sides of my body, along with the top of my head, there were five powerful and terrifying threats at the same time.

In addition to Palosha, the other four strands, each of which is at least as strong as Dark Sharo, and the strongest of them is even about the same as Palosha.

Five top masters besieged at the same time.

Garon only felt that the air around him was being drained at once, as if a vacuum had formed. The skin of the body, the skin of the face, and the skin of the arms were all squeezed out by the huge wind pressure to create ripples.

From above, Garon stood alone in the middle, surrounded by the four Saint Fist Palosha, Hel of the Glorious Power, Bertegar of the Wolf Clan, and the Clown King.

Above his head was Zuihou, a Westman general, holding a tuning fork-like spike that stabbed Gallon from top to bottom.

Five huge spirits violently entangled and converged, all of them rushing towards Garon in the center.

"Palosha!!You've fallen!!"

Garon frantically daxiao, arms wide open.

His skin began to rapidly spread a faint white gold, which was platinum-like white gold, with an inexplicable sense of sacredness and purity.

A cloud of white-gold aura instantly condensed around him. Countless white gold air currents converge and gradually form a strange pattern!

It was a huge platinum face, it was Garon's own face!!

Bang!!!

Platinum spirit suddenly exploded!

Northern Regions

The entire Northern Regions was littered with blood and corpses, and there were hardly any living people in sight. Only the central area.

In the center, in a messy and bloody clearing, Xianflan stood quietly on the stump corpse, his face covered with splashes of blood.

He released an incomparably terrifying black aura, like viscous black oil, covering the entire surrounding area, as if entering a dark hell.

At the center of his eyebrows, countless green tendons converged, squeezing into a strange sign like an eye. It's like a third eye has grown.

Mal knelt not far from him, a short spear in his hand broken in two, a large hole pierced in his shoulder, and the white mist behind him could almost be seen.

The North Pole King's face turned pale and he lay unconscious not far away. There are also fragments of broken metal on the ground around what appear to be from an airplane.

Nikon, the king of guns, was directly cut in two, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't blink to death.

Rumble!!!

In the distance, between the countless mist, a white-gold aura rose into the sky.

Throughout the island, the spirits of all living beings shook violently.

Fairy Fran looked towards the southern region from afar, as if he vaguely saw Garon's face.

For a moment, he seemed to see the invincible figure of his youth again. "Brother"

He pointed to the sky.

Rumble!!!

Countless black qi suddenly formed a column of qi and rushed into the sky, turning into a huge and incomparably large face. Not his, but a soft and feminine woman's face.

For a while, in the southern and northern regions, two huge faces echoed each other, far away from each other.

Garon stood quietly in place, countless white-gold aura spreading around him, dyeing the entire central area white.

He stood alone in the center, his white and golden skin, clear and eye-catching, as if there was only one true god in heaven and on earth.

The three major generals, Palosha, Clown King and others were all suppressed by the platinum spirit. His body was more or less injured just now, and his strength was greatly damaged. At this time, he was suppressed by his spirit, and he tried his best to counter it, but it didn't work at all, and he could only move within the range of a small piece of his spirit.

Garon looked in the direction of the North, where a black face was looking in the sky.

"Spirit Condensation Fairy Fran" (to be continued......)