Mysterious journey

"Who do you think will win?"

On another sea ship, a tall man wearing a white military uniform asked in a low voice. Next to him stood a white-haired old woman, holding a cane and looking serious.

"I don't know that we have never seen the strength of Juggernaut. He acts arrogantly and wantonly, and there is basically no opponent that he can't defeat. And the Slaughterer has been the strongest single entity since ancient times. It is estimated that the Slaughterer has a greater chance of winning. "The old woman replied in a low voice.

"The Sword Master is the greatest swordsman genius in the history of our country. No one in thousands of years can surpass him and achieve such an achievement at this age." The man in white military uniform shook his head, "I think the Sword Master has a better chance of winning. This All the top Vulture officials are here, and there are not a few people who pay attention to the Juggernaut's casual trip to the decisive battle."

"You and I have personally mobilized on the 1st and 2nd. Although we can't contact them, the masters from the other two countries are definitely watching this decisive battle secretly." The old woman said calmly. "Once the Juggernaut wins, our country, Silan, will become the most powerful among the three major countries. This is related to the international situation, and they cannot help but ignore it."

Behind the two people stood a group of white military uniformed personnel, including men, women, old and young, all of whom looked a little solemn and solemn. These people were all experts from various groups of the National Security Bureau, and the maximum force was mobilized urgently, just in case of a sword attack. Sheng lost and was able to rescue and leave as quickly as possible.

"Then who do you want to win?" the man in white military uniform asked.

The old woman didn't answer immediately and narrowed her eyes.

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In another sea, black submarines were cruising slowly, heading towards the location of the Slaughterer and others, like a group of black sharks.

"The duel between Slan Kingdom's number one genius, Sword Master Garen and the Slaughterer. It's really interesting to watch. But no matter how powerful you are, you can't compare to me, the Black Federation's Lord of the Battle Flag." Wearing a black-and-gold suit. The tall officer man in front line military uniform said loudly and proudly.

"Master Junqi must be watching this decisive battle in the dark." A female officer next to him responded.

"Of course. Master Zhanqi is in charge of the entire plan this time. Except for Master Zhanqi, all other strategic-level forces are mobilized with him, and he almost has the highest command authority." The officer sneered. "All we have to do is wait for Master Zhanqi to take action. When they both lose, hey."

"I just don't know where the people from the Red Country are. These cowardly and hypocritical guys have no use except talking about their gods all day long. It would be great if they could be wiped out together." The female officer was cold and stern. road.

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Garen slowly changed his clothes. He was wearing a very eye-catching white diving suit, with a huge sickle moon painted on his back, which looked extremely arrogant. This is the crystallization of Sri Lanka's highest technology, an ultra-miniature high-strength defensive suit. There will be no more than four sets in the whole country, and one of them was allocated for the decisive battle between Garen and the Slaughterer.

After changing his clothes, Garen carried two black knives and walked to the side of the ship. Two female agents on the side handed him an oxygen bottle and a mask.

"I wish you good luck."

"Of course." Garen smiled, put on his mask, and jumped forward.

puff.

Only a little splash of water was left on the sea, and it disappeared in an instant.

The sea water continued to pass by Garen's ears, and bubbles bubbled up. There was a dim blue in front of my eyes.

As time went by, he dived deeper and deeper, and then began to slowly open the weights on his body to increase his own weight.

In the distance, he looked down and saw a black figure standing on the sandy surface of the seabed.

The man's eyes glowed with an ominous red light, like blood.

The two of them were tens of meters apart, but they could both clearly see each other's image.

"Are you the Slaughterer?" Garen spoke directly. Although he was separated by a mask, the external speaker also spread his voice.

"What do you want to say?" The massacre's voice was distinctive and hoarse, as if an old man's throat had been broken. "Hindering my progress, it seems that he is challenging me to death again."

His tone showed extremely strong confidence. That was the absolute confidence gained after killing too many so-called strong men.

Garen did not reply. He was actually very curious about one of the four cornerstones. He came here mainly to test and see how powerful the Slaughterer was.

laugh!

Suddenly a black line pierced his waist from the side.

Dang!

The side of the Galleon's handle blocks the black line, causing it to fly away.

"You're really welcome." He chuckled and looked at the location where the massacre was. There was no one there.

Turning sharply to the right, a pair of red eyes were rushing towards him.

Bang! !

The two collided hard. They were stuck together like two masses of mucus, rolling and turning violently. Shoot towards the distance.

The black gun and the double swords trembled and collided violently, colliding dozens of times in a very small space. The speed of the black gun is obviously faster than the double sword. This made Garen feel shocked.

"What a fast speed! My speed has reached the limit of human beings, and my physical fitness has now reached a terrifying level of five points on average, which is no less than that of ordinary giant beasts. His speed and strength are actually on par with me!"

"Wind from all directions!"

With a loud bang, four rays of silver light lit up and flew out in all directions from Garen.

The massacrer shook his hand, and the black gun split into dozens of gun shadows. The powerful force and speed actually brought up huge whirlpools in the sea water. These vortices struck Garonne like snakes from all directions, as if in an instant. It seemed like there were several more opponents attacking Garen at the same time.

Clang, clank, clank!

After four consecutive blocks, the wind from all directions blocked the Black Spear Vortex Snake.

"Crouching Tiger Light!"

The Slaughterer snorted coldly, and suddenly spun around, churning up a large amount of seawater on the bottom of the sea. Under the huge pressure of the seawater, it actually caused a roaring sound of water flow.

Ouch! !

It was roaring like a tiger, and countless water flows gathered together like a huge transparent tiger and pressed hard on Gallon.

"Thunder shock!"

The black gun didn't stop at all and hit a triangle again.

With a buzz, the entire nearby seawater shook violently, and the temperature rose rapidly. He actually used some unknown ability to directly heat all the water within ten meters nearby and quickly boiled it! Ignoring the dark energy, it surged towards Garen from all directions, forming a second wave of attacks.

"Heavenly Punishment Spear!!"

With the final blow, the black gun was like an angry black dragon in the hands of the killer, rushing towards Garen fiercely. With the brighter red light in the eyes of the killer, the black gun fired out with a sneer, and its power surged astonishingly. To more than three times the original size! !

In a short period of time, the Slaughterer used three powerful abilities in one second, forming an overwhelming and terrifying attack.

For the first time, Garen understood what a Slaughterer was, and how the name Slaughterer came about.

At this time, standing in the center of the besieged attack and killing move, he clearly felt that he was not fighting a person, but an army! When he makes one move, the opponent can make three moves. He can even feel that the ability and power activated simultaneously in one move of the Slayer are far more than just one or two, one or two.

The crazy undercurrents and undercurrents coming from the surroundings may be virtual or real, strong or weak, varying in severity, turning or straight. Ordinary people would simply not be able to cope with the various distinct forces.

Hidden in each undercurrent are several or even a dozen changes and follow-ups.

"It's not on the same level at all." There was a trace of helplessness on the corner of his mouth. "It seems I can't keep it anymore."

The thought flashed through his mind, and Garen clenched his swords instantly, holding them with his backhand across his chest.

Suddenly, the blade swung out.

Divide the sea!

Uh-huh! !

The sword light rippled, and the entire seawater was actually split into two. Garen stood in the middle, with seawater walls more than ten meters high on both sides. He was standing in the middle, walking quickly with two swords in hand, like a god in the sea, arrogant in the world. The fierceness turned into a white line and rushed towards the fallen massacre.

The sea water was cut into a vacuum in an instant, and all previous attacks were in vain. The black spear went from bottom to top, and the Galleon went from top to bottom.

The two of them had no tricks at all, and they were very hard on each other.

Boom!

The vacuum of the seawater only lasted for a short moment before completely collapsing.

Boom! ! !

A huge sound wave oscillated between the black gun and the two swords. The seabed sand surface where the two people were standing collapsed instantly, and a clear ring of shock spread out in all directions with the two people as the center.

All the surrounding corals, sand and rocks were stirred and broken, and some crabs and shrimps were directly shocked to death.

The Slaughterer snorted coldly, took the gun off his hands, flicked the chain at the end, and whipped it towards Garen like a whip. The spear technique instantly turned into the whip technique.

But at this moment, a bloodstain suddenly appeared in the middle of his chest, and blood slowly seeped out from his chest.

Garen quickly retreated, avoiding the whip, and looked at the massacre from a distance.

"I'm sorry, it seems I'm stronger." He held both swords behind his back.

"Really?" The massacre touched the blood marks on his chest. It is true that his abilities and moves are complex, diverse and extremely powerful, but his physical fitness is still inferior to his opponent. Although the gap is not big, it still makes him feel a little incredible. He was obviously weaker than his opponent in terms of strength, so he was slightly injured in the previous battle.

But although Garen's strength was strong, he was still faster.

"It's interesting." The red light in the massacrer's eyes extinguished. "Originally I just planned to play casually."

He reached out and threw the black gun forward.

Click.

The black gun actually broke into dozens of sections, floating around him.

"My muscles can superimpose force and supply fifty-three moves at the same time." The Slaughterer slowly explained, "In other words, I can launch the same attack just now, fifty-three times in one moment."

He slowly held the two broken spears with both hands, and with a flick of his hand, the fluctuation of the water flow actually caused the remaining dozens of broken spears to swing together, as if there were dozens of arms holding the gun body. It looks extremely weird.

"What makes you so confident that you dare to challenge me head-on?"

"." Garen's expression became solemn.

Fifty-three superpositions. If what the other party says is true, then...