Mysterious journey

This is a set of fighting skills that he has compiled that is most suitable for him by combining many secret martial arts and the fighting system within the Golden Statue Kung Fu. Dong Wang Shou and Xifeng Fist are the two most essential moves among them.

Garen understood that facing an opponent like Palosha, ordinary moves were completely meaningless, so he simply used special moves as soon as he came up.

Put your palms together and stab forward.

The huge phoenix wings are formed by the momentum, squeezing the opponent's acupuncture points from both sides, forming a huge impact and oppression in an instant, forcing the opponent to resist head-on. This is a powerful ultimate attack that combines acupuncture points, spirit, and killing moves!

Garen thrust his hands straight forward, like extremely sharp drills, towards Palosha's chest.

Once stabbed by this move, and then the two sides of the clasped palms are divided, the victim will be torn into two pieces. The same result as Dongwangshou.

If it is said that Dong Wang's hand uses strong speed and strength to squeeze the invisible air current to kill people. Then Xifeng Fist is the essence of Garen’s real skill fusion.

Palosha grabbed his right arm in front of him, and made quick counts with his left hand.

With a tearing sound, the right arm suddenly swelled, and countless dense black auras lingered around it, crawling and flowing on the arm like insects.

"Secret method. Snake scale arms!"

In an instant, the transparent phoenix wings and the black aura suddenly collided. Huge airflow also blew in all directions at the same time.

boom!

The ground shook violently, and everyone's feet felt numb, and their whole bodies were numb from the huge vibration.

Some of the stone statues that had been knocked crooked by the previous fight suddenly collapsed and broke, and rubble was scattered on the ground.

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Andrela drew her sword and took a few steps forward, but was stopped by Weisman's black-chested general.

"It seems that you are really planning to help the Clown King stop us." Andrela casually made a few sword marks and stared at the general in front of her.

"Unfortunately, you are a bigger threat than the Clown King. Once we deal with you, we will naturally kill the clown." The general laughed.

"Kill us? Just you?" Andrela sneered, "Although I don't know what the Clown King relies on to bring you together, but Garen's strength is beyond your imagination. The Nightmare King is no longer the nightmare he used to be. .”

"Stop talking nonsense, let's look at the real strength." The black-chested and hairy general didn't waste any words. He pulled out two black pistols with both hands and turned them around in a swishing circle.

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In front of the nightmare is the female leader of the witchers, Elizare.

"King of Nightmares, you are indeed very strong, but I am just clinging to you. Once you deal with the two over there, it will be your end." Demon Hunter Elizal sneered.

"Are you kidding?" Nightmare yawned.

"What do you think?" Eliza took out a black ribbon from her pocket and actually blindfolded herself. "Eighty percent of your hypnotic ability relies on vision. Unfortunately, my strongest state is when I don't use my eyes."

"Oh?" Nightmare became slightly serious. Elizare's strength is also second to none among demon hunters. She is the most powerful demon hunter in the contemporary era. Naturally, this title is not just for boasting.

But how many of those who can go to the Smoke Island are weak? All of them have strong strength and record. If you really want to compare them, you can only know by comparing them face to face.

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Bang!

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

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

"Idol. Ruby!" Garen had no intention of avoiding it, and there was a hint of ferocity at the corner of his mouth. A palm print of his left hand passed over. The palms were all red, with a faint jade-like red luster. Even blood vessels, muscles and bones are faintly visible.

Bang! !

There was another muffled sound, and the two of them were separated by the force of the earthquake, and each took a few steps back.

A blackened palm print appeared on Palosha's chest, and blood oozed from his mouth and nose. His fingers quickly tapped his body a few times, and a small square patch on his chest and abdomen disappeared in a flash, and his face suddenly became much better.

"Come again!" Garen ignored it and rushed forward again. The footsteps hit the ground hard, bang bang bang! Like a giant elephant charging madly, its huge legs, as heavy as stone pillars, hit the ground heavily.

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

Compared to Palosha, the two palm prints on his chest were only shallow marks on the surface of his skin and were not serious at all.

The two collided with each other again, fighting head-on fiercely, leaving no room for error. After Palosha went into seclusion, he barely regained some of the strength he had in his prime. And this is not the first time Garen has tested his strength.

Every time the two sides fight, there will be a violent burst of airflow, with strong winds constantly blowing around, high-intensity air squeezing, and ferocious air explosions constantly making sounds, like setting off firecrackers.

Snapped!

Before Palosha could catch his breath, Galen slapped him on the shoulder. He took more than ten steps back, and his fingers hurriedly used secret techniques to quickly heal the injury. He lunged at Garen again. There was no pause.

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

After knocking Palosha away with one palm, Garen rushed forward and grabbed both of Palosha's arms at the same time.

"Wait until I tear off your limbs and see if you can recover!" He was showing some ferocity. The super endurance of the God Statue Skill allowed him to burst out at full strength for days and nights. Now he is simply a humanoid mecha, tireless and able to recover quickly even after being injured. After all, the God Statue Skill is still known for its super recovery power.

A series of confrontations were all head-on, and Palosha couldn't stand it anymore.

With a bang, he opened his claws, staggered, and was hit with another palm. Another mouthful of blood spilled out of his mouth. Although at the same time, he also kicked Garen in the lower abdomen.

But it was obvious that the opponent was planning to trade injuries for injuries. Looking at the fierceness of the Garonne dragon, it was much improved compared to the last time. The attack hit him hard and was a bit overwhelming.

"Do it!!" Palosha suddenly roared.

Garen was suddenly startled, and suddenly felt a huge strong wind rushing towards him, hitting his vest on the back.

Bang! !

Garen took a few steps forward and dug his feet into the ground to steady his body. Before he had time to think about it, five powerful and terrifying threats came from all sides of his body, as well as from the top of his head.

Except for Palosha, each of the other four strands is at least as powerful as Ansara, and the most powerful one among them is even similar to Palosha.

Five top masters attacked at the same time.

Garen felt as if the air around him was being sucked out, as if a vacuum had been formed. The skin on the body, face, and arms were all squeezed by the huge wind pressure, leaving traces and ripples.

Seen from above, Garen stood alone in the middle, surrounded by four people: Holy Fist Palosha, Glory Power Hel, Wolf Clan Bettega, and Clown King.

On top of his head is the last Weisman general, holding a tuning fork-like spike from top to bottom, stabbing Garon's head.

Five huge strands of energy suddenly entangled and converged, all rushing towards the Garen in the center.

"Palosa!! You have fallen!!"

Garen laughed maniacally and spread his arms wide.

His skin began to spread a light white gold color quickly. It was as white gold as platinum, with an inexplicable sense of holiness and purity.

A ball of platinum-gold aura instantly gathered around him. Countless platinum airflows gathered together and gradually formed a weird pattern!

That was a huge platinum face, the face of Garen himself! !

Boom! ! !

Platinum spirit suddenly burst out!

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Northern Territory

The entire Northern Territory was filled with blood and corpses, and there were almost no living people in sight. Only the central area.

In the center, in a messy and bloody open space, Xianflan stood quietly on the mutilated body, his face covered with splashes of blood.

He released an extremely terrifying black aura, like thick black oil, covering all the surrounding areas, as if entering a dark hell.

Between his eyebrows, countless veins gathered together and squeezed into a strange mark that looked like eyes. It's like growing a third eye.

Mal, the assassin's spear, was kneeling not far from him. A short spear in his hand was broken into two pieces. A big hole was pierced in his shoulder. You could almost see the white mist behind him.

The Arctic King was pale and lying unconscious not far away. There were broken metal fragments on the ground around it, which seemed to be from the plane.

The gun king Nikon was directly broken into two pieces, his eyes were wide open, and he could not rest in peace.

boom! ! !

Between the countless mist in the distance, a white-gold aura soared into the sky.

The spirits of all creatures on the entire island were shaken.

Xianflan looked towards the South Territory from a distance, as if he could vaguely see Garen's face.

"The spirit condenses into shape." For a moment, he seemed to see the invincible figure of his youth again. "elder brother."

He pointed to the sky.

boom! ! !

Countless black auras suddenly formed air pillars, rushed into the sky, and turned into a huge face. It was not his, but the face of a soft and charming woman.

For a time, two huge human faces in the southern and northern regions echoed each other and faced each other from a distance.

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Garen stood quietly on the spot, with countless platinum auras spreading around him, dyeing the entire central area white.

He stood alone in the center, with white-gold skin all over his body, clear and eye-catching, as if he was the only true god in heaven and earth.

The three generals, Palosha, Clown King and others were all suppressed by Platinum Qi. His body was more or less injured by the blow just now, and his strength was greatly damaged. At this time, he was suppressed by the spirit and tried his best to counterattack, but it didn't work at all. He could only move within a small area of ​​​​his own spirit.

Garen looked towards the North Territory. In the sky there, a black face was looking away from him.

"The spirit condenses into form. Immortal Fran."