Chapter 157 Fighter's Spirit and Momentum (4200)

Kaxiu originally planned to wait for a day, but the representatives from the northern secret martial arts community seemed a little impatient. So as soon as everyone rushed to Ka Xiu's house in the suburbs, after a little repair, they followed Ka Xiu to a small road near the Anta Mountains.

Also brought over was an armored carriage, which was extremely thick and had scratches from various weapons on the metal surface.

This time, Ka Xiu did not need to do it himself. Two strong men in the team took on the task of pulling the cart. The extremely heavy carriage was not difficult for these two northern secret military representatives.

At least it seemed to be much easier than the two strong black horses last time, and they were able to pull up and move like flying. He had no problem keeping up with the pace of the crowd, and he barely breathed.

When a boxer reaches the state of Dacheng, the three blood acceleration nodes in the body form a self-circulating cycle. It can continuously produce abundant strength in the body, and the endurance and physical strength will be several times that of before. A great boxer is still like this, let alone the next level.

The wheels turned, and the dark black iron carriage was pushed to a wilderness. It was surrounded by weeds and gravel, with only a path almost covered by weeds running through it.

The silver moon hangs high in the sky, and a few wisps of clouds pass through the gaps between the stars. Thin white moon gauze spread to the earth.

"Stop, right here, we're here."

Ka Xiu suddenly spoke, and the two northern secret martial arts elders pulling the cart also stopped, and everyone looked at Ka Xiu.

"Are we here?" Mian was still dressed as a gentleman as always, and his thin face looked at him with a little curiosity.

"We're here. The anchor point I told you about is here."

Kaxiu stretched out his hand and pinched an old bronze pillar next to it. It was full of mottled marks eroded by the wind, rain and years.

Mian took a deep look at the bronze pillar and waited for Ka Xiu's next move. He was still very curious about everything about that mysterious villa. The villa had never interacted with the secret martial arts circle.

All the information Mian learned came from Ka Xiu.

"Divide these pills and take them." Ka Xiu took out a bottle from his arms and poured out several dark pills. It was the secret elixir of suspended animation found in the Aoyin ruins.

Domeng took one and smelled it. The smell is not that bad, but there is a rotten smell, as if it has been there for a long time. He clicked his tongue and looked at the people around him.

The old man with a goatee named Hardy next to him swallowed the pill in one gulp, smashed it in his mouth a few times and said, "It's not poisonous."

When everyone heard what he said, they ate with confidence.

Hadi was the former leader of the Northern Esoteric Martial Arts Wing Snake Fist. After his abdication, he was keen on herbal health care and was proficient in pharmacology.

He said it was not poisonous, so it must be fine.

Seeing that everyone around him had taken it, Domeng swallowed the pills immediately. Suddenly a salty and sour taste rippled in his mouth.

It's like eating a dried sour plum.

Seeing that everyone had taken the secret medicine, Ka Xiu nodded. After waiting there for another three minutes, he took out the bell.

He swung his right hand and started shaking on the spot.

The bell made no sound, but the originally pure and vast night sky suddenly dimmed. It was as if a large dark cloud appeared out of thin air, gathering densely and blocking out the stars and moonlight.

Almost in the blink of an eye, clouds were forming overhead.

The drizzle of rain also fell from the clouds.

Snapped.

Several people opened black umbrellas in advance.

Mian lowered his head slightly and immediately narrowed his eyes. The narrow road that was originally overgrown with weeds unexpectedly widened outwards and turned into a spacious and flat avenue. Just like the weeds and gravel on both sides automatically moved to the left and right.

A strange and mysterious feeling arises spontaneously.

Ding bell…ding bell…ding bell…

The silent bell in Ka Xiu's hand began to make a sound.

In the distance, the blurry end. A carriage moved over at high speed and finally stopped slowly next to the slender bronze pillar.

Mi Ancheng watched coldly from the side, and the aura he exuded did not capture the changes just now. All changes occur silently, and the replacement is completed instantly. Pulled from the original world into another rainy space.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and a few drops of rain fell on his palm.

Mian immediately retracted his palm: "There is something wrong with the rain. There is a cold breath trying to get under the skin..."

When everyone heard it, they immediately started to try it too.

Most of them came to the same conclusion as Mian, only Domeng looked confused, and Ka Xiu narrowed his eyes beside him.

"Why can't I feel it?" Domeng shook the water.

"You haven't reached the realm of a fighter yet, and you can't wrap your palms with your own energy." Mian paused slightly: "The rain falling from the sky is very bad. Long-term exposure may seriously affect a person's mental state. , amplifying the negative effects in emotions...it doesn't matter if you get wet once or twice, or five or six times, but if things go on like this...it's best not to come into contact with it..."

Several other secret martial arts masters also nodded.

Next to him, Ka Xiu was shocked. What shocked him was not the fact that he had been caught in the rain a few times, but the way the baptismal church gave the power of the secret soul! It was a heavy black rain pattering in the secret room. Could it be that there was not only useful secret power in the rain, but also a cold aura that could drive people crazy?

Okay, Black Rain Villa really doesn’t have any good intentions. It seems that all the ways Eye Stranger takes are under its hands.

Ka Xiu originally believed that the power of secret soul had the least side effects among all methods. Now it seems that there is a question mark!

He immediately stood there and quickly recalled his behavior after that. It seems that his temper has indeed become more violent, he is more bloodthirsty towards his enemies, and he is easily aroused by small things.

And the methods became more brutal when killing people.

Either blow someone's head off or tear them in half.

The original reason is here!

What a wonderful Black Rain Villa! It's really a heinous act to influence your originally gentle and cheerful personality into this!

Ka Xiu immediately told his experience.

Mian shook his head and comforted: "It doesn't matter even if you are affected. As long as you can break through to the fighter, all the sequelae will be solved naturally. The combined momentum can solidly cultivate the spirit..."

Ka Xiu listened very carefully.

Half a minute later, there was a sudden bang from behind the carriage.

Mian and Kaxiu turned to look at the bald and strong man who was the sect leader of the Sea Gate, with bulging muscles all over his body and stretched black arms like iron pillars. It seemed to be wrestling with the carriage that was parked on the road.

"It's useless, Mr. Xuanjing, this carriage is some kind of..."

The words that Ka Xiu just left his mouth stopped abruptly.

The black carriage was seen shaking violently, and the cast iron wheels were pulled backwards by a huge force, pulling out a distance of half a meter.

The ground where the carriage retreated cracked, and spider web-like cracks spread densely on the surface of the solid black soil.

"This layout is not simple...the Qi of the carriage is connected to the entire ground, and is also affected by some unknown mysterious power..."

Xuan Jing clapped his hands and looked at each other with several other elders of the secret martial arts school who were looking over. They knew each other well.

On the grass, Ka Xiu suppressed the second half of his sentence. A realm fighter after a boxer, it seems to be related to the mysterious spirit. Therefore, these secret martial arts masters of the northern secret martial arts school can detect some things that Kaxiu cannot detect.

He was a little envious, but not very discouraged. Because Kaxiu firmly believed that he could reach this point, the many wonderful benefits of the fighter realm were just waiting for him to realize it himself.

After regaining consciousness for a moment, Ka Xiu immediately started to arrange it.

Just like the last time I sneaked into the rainy world.

He hung the armored carriage behind the black carriage, and then let all the masters of the northern secret martial arts school enter the carriage.

He got on the black carriage.

The car gradually accelerated on the road, and then passed through various strange scenes. Winding hills with half burnt black and half white flowers; windmills with human arms replacing wind blades; crowds of worshipers dancing around the big tree of thunder and fire; people eating each other...

A weird and twisted scene appeared in front of everyone.

It contains many elements such as religious mysticism, spirit and flesh, death and life, decaying antiquity, gorgeous madness and so on. Like an absurd dream with no rules.

Looking at these, Ka Xiu couldn't help but think of what Mian said before about rain negatively affecting people's spirits. And are these absurd scenes deliberately caused by the rain? Dozens of mental shocks make it difficult to tell whether it is a dream or reality, confusing the mind, confusing people, and tempting psychological darkness...

He couldn't help but think of something wrong that he instinctively noticed when he first entered the rainy world. At that time, Ka Xiu was very vigilant. In an instant, he was freed from the trance of shock.

Half an hour later, the carriage arrived near the platform.

This time, the armored carriage did not come under any attack. Obviously, the secret drug of suspended animation played a key role.

Everyone quickly came down and turned to look at the narrow road on the right. Sparse trees are planted on both sides, and the moss-covered black walls of Black Rain Villa can be vaguely seen in the distance.

If you look up slightly, you can still see the ancient-style pointed dome building. The roof tiles were soaked in the rain.

The surrounding light is weak and it rains at night. If it weren't for Kaxiu and his party, they are all accomplished secret warriors with extraordinary eyesight. Otherwise, you may not be able to see the road even five meters away.

"That's Black Rain Villa?"

Mian raised his head and looked far away, his expression slightly changed.

"Yes, the entire villa is not small. However, only a part of the area where imprinted people can live safely. The remaining large areas are relatively mysterious, and occasionally some dangerous and strange phenomena will occur." Card Xiu stated the information about the villa again. .

Mian nodded slightly: "Then let's be careful."

Immediately, everyone pushed the armored carriage along the path. Go straight towards the gate of Black Rain Villa, a few minutes later.

The wheels finally hit the gray-white stone pavement.

At night, not a single Marker passed by on the street. There is only the sound of gray water splashing between the cracks of the street bricks. Domeng, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped: "Did you hear it? Someone is singing..."

"It's very close, as if... right next to you!"

Hearing this, the others paused slightly, then shook their heads. No one heard the so-called singing, as if Duomeng was the only one blessed by the singing.

Mian glanced at Kaxiu, and Kaxiu nodded.

"Don't worry, describe what you heard."

Duomeng's eyes were a little confused: "It's a pleasant female voice singing, very resentful, but I can't hear the lyrics clearly..."

"Right next to me, like an invisible ghost, running to the front and behind. Sometimes far and sometimes near..." Domeng turned his head: "Here she is again, I heard her again. Sing, this time you are very close to me..."

laugh! ! !

Mian suddenly attacked, his skinny right hand fiercely slashed through the air, like a black battle axe roaring and cutting on the wall.

Clang!

The thick and solid wall was directly split diagonally, as if it was cut in half by a sharp sword. The wall slid and collapsed, revealing an alley on the opposite side. There was a woman in white standing there, motionless. A breeze blew, and the upper half of her body fell down, hit the ground, and shattered into a ball of black air.

"This hand knife burst out!" Kaxiu was shocked. Laymen watch the excitement, while insiders see the doorway. As a master who has practiced secret martial arts to a certain level, he can naturally see how fierce and violent Mian is this time, and the force is condensed like substance.

If it hits me...

Beside him, Mian retracted his arm. He patted Duomeng's shoulder gently: "Can you still hear that woman's voice?"

Domon shook his head.

"That's right! Let's go."

Immediately, the group continued to go in the direction of the crossbow arrow flow.

The next day, the Crossbow Stream stronghold.

Yiri walked out of the dining hall, carrying a pile of food with a black cloth in his hand. He greeted everyone along the way and walked through the spacious passage.

Last night, Yiri followed Heiren to receive Kaxiu and his party. Because there were so many people, they were arranged to stay in an unused small building two hundred meters outside the Crossbow Stream stronghold.

And now, Yiri was going to deliver breakfast to them.

He opened the door and held up an umbrella. He saw someone coming on one side of the road, and Yiri turned his head and walked to the other side.

Ten seconds later, a scarred man with a Mohawk kept knocking on the door of the Crossbow Stream, with the mark of the Beast Stream on the back of his hand.

On the other side, Yiri came to a gray two-story building with an umbrella all the way. He gently stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?" Kaxiu's voice came from inside.

"Brother Huang Huang, it's me, Yiri."

With a click, the door opened. Kaxiu looked down at Yiri's pretty face, then nodded and pulled the door to the right.

"Come in."

Yiri put away his umbrella and walked forward a few steps.

He looked up and glanced at the room, a little scared.

Next to the table on the left, two muscular middle-aged men were arm wrestling, their veins bulging, and the tables and chairs creaking.

On one side of the table, an old man was sitting cross-legged on the ground practicing martial arts. A white mist enveloped his whole body, and between his mouth and nose, a group of vortices rolled and wandered in the mist.

Next to the wall, another gray-haired old man with a goatee was doing a handstand on one finger. He kept rising and falling with just one finger.

In between the two old men, a one-eyed man with a palm clenched in the air, as if holding a sword-like weapon, kept repeating the slashing action.

Every time he slashed, a shriek came from the air.

The most intuitive thing was behind Kaxiu, in the living room. Two muscular men with naked upper bodies were banging their fists, hitting each other with their fists, and bursts of dull drumming sounds were heard.

Upstairs, there were also shaking footsteps. It was as if several elephants were running back and forth on the ceiling.

"..." Yiri took a deep breath and was about to speak.

Suddenly, a hand pulled him aside, and a scarred man with a Mohawk squeezed in with an arrogant expression.

"Who the hell is Huanghun? Tell him to get out!"