Chapter 245 The Magic of Nan Dou Fist (4200)

A figure flashed in the red rain of blood.

Killing people is easy, any secret martial arts can achieve such an effect. Because secret martial arts are fighting techniques, the purpose of creation is to train the human body, break through the limit, and be used for killing. However, Kaxiu has not seen any secret martial arts that can treat killing as a kind of enchanting art like the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan, with a strange beauty.

It is not about any moves, boxing theory, or boxing willpower. It is just this style.

Let the people who are in the killing be inexplicably intoxicated in the joy of the passing of life, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate themselves.

Kaxiu can feel that this Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan has broken through eleven acupoints and officially entered the second stage.

A demonic nature that has never been experienced before quietly emanates from each move of the boxing. Kaxiu then understands why Feng Liusi has gone astray and completely closed his five senses for three years. Because the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan will bloom with its strange charm as its strength and proficiency improve. If you don't exercise some restraint or your willpower is not strong enough, you may lose yourself in the long killing and become a slave to this boxing style step by step.

Kaxiu's understanding of the core of the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan has become a little deeper, and he has also developed an unprecedented curiosity about the mysterious Nan Dou Secret. In addition to the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan, there are other Nan Dou Secrets, such as Water Bird and Sound Snake.

These ancient assassination fists seem to represent different styles and directions of boxing, and even the extremes of each direction.

So when was the Nan Dou Secret boxing collection created? Who was the brilliant person who created this boxing style? Or it can be said that it has multiple creators...

Kaxiu lowered his head and looked at the two white palms that were slightly stained with blood. The nails of the left and right index fingers are as translucent as rubies. That is because a large amount of dead tooth power is concentrated and compressed at the fingertips, which causes such a visible weird phenomenon.

He couldn't do it in the first stage of Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan, both in quantity and quality. But when he reached the second stage, the resonance of the eleven acupoints was amplified. Ka Xiu naturally learned how to use the dead tooth power.

"Dead tooth phenomenon" is a very iconic passive skill. The virtual meridians in Ka Xiu's body can quickly form an arc loop in the fingers, and the dead tooth power in the acupoints of the body can run at high speed in the loop. Thus, a large amount of power can be burst out in a short time, making the fingers like a scalpel.

Just like before.

He did everything lightly and casually, without using any strength at all, and the limbs and heads of the gunmen were cut off.

Ka Xiu's fingers are sharper than the sharpest blade.

It can easily tear the tough membrane and stable muscles, and break a person's body like stripping clothes.

He could vaguely feel that with each stage he advanced, the death teeth phenomenon would become more and more on his palms.

Starting from the second stage and ending at the sixth stage.

At each stage, Kaxiu would have two more teeth on both hands, until all ten fingers on his hands became teeth, that is, ten death teeth. He felt that some terrible changes might happen by then, but of course this was more difficult. After all, Feng Liusi had only reached the fourth stage in decades, and it was extremely difficult to break each subsequent acupoint.

It was as difficult as climbing to the sky to open all sixty-six acupoints.

Only Kaxiu, who had the ability to recall and whose killing personality was very compatible with the Nandou Hongjiuquan, could try it.

In the dojo, on the gray-white road and the pale yellow building.

From time to time, there were screams and muffled groans.

According to the order of precedence, it was not difficult to infer that someone came in from outside the dojo of the headquarters of Hongjiuquan and killed his way inside.

Huh...

A strong wind whistled past.

The two gunmen who came hurriedly from the corner stopped. They seemed to feel that a dark shadow had just flashed by.

The young man in front was about to speak, but found that he could no longer make a sound. In an instant, the whole vision was spinning. He was floating in the air and saw two headless bodies behind him that were bleeding: "Oh, it turns out that my head has fallen off..."

Then his eyes went black and he was no longer conscious.

In a short period of time, more than a minute. Dozens of people have died in Kaxiu's hands. As long as they meet him, they will die.

No matter what gunmen of the White Rose Killer Camp or the elder disciples of the secret warriors who rebelled against the Red Eagle Fist. In such a complex alleyway venue, the powerful secret warriors have a natural advantage. If it is a vast flat ground, perhaps dozens of elite gunmen with heavy machine guns can make Kaxiu pay a heavy price. But here, a hundred are useless.

The layout left by the Red Eagle Fist betrayer and the White Rose gunmen in the road of the dojo headquarters building was drilled through at once.

Of course, Kaxiu's undisguised advance also instantly attracted their attention. Warriors and gunmen from other areas of the dojo gathered here, and some elite gunmen and boxer-level elders who were originally besieging the Second Elder's faction also turned back to deal with the sudden external threat.

Today is sunny and the weather is good. There are a few wisps of gauze-like white clouds hanging in the blue sky, and golden light is swaying on the top of the pale yellow dojo building. A strong smell of blood was swept away by the breeze, and the lush ornamental trees on the side of the road swayed.

There were several bloody arms hanging on the branches, and the green leaves at the tips drooped slightly, and a drop of sticky blood fell with a click.

In mid-air, a blazing red light traced a wide arc, and finally rested beside him. The five drooping fingers were dripping with blood, which was in obvious contrast with the fair skin.

Card Xiu glanced at the three or four dead people around him. This was a corridor-style white courtyard. After passing here is the central area of ​​​​the Red Eagle Fist, where the elders of the sect usually stay.

The courtyard was originally quite clean and tidy, but now it was covered in blood. He suppressed the intoxication caused by Nandou Red Eagle Fist and stepped over the body of a warrior wearing fighting uniform.

Three seconds later, he walked out of the white arch of the courtyard.

"shooting!!!"

Bang bang bang... chu chu chu... swish swish...

A series of gunshots broke out instantly, and more than a dozen gunmen aimed their guns in this direction, with their muzzles pointed at Kaxiu's body.

Various types of bullets formed bullet chains, densely packed almost covering a large area around the arch.

Making it impossible to avoid.

Bullets hit the turf and the soil rolled. Hitting the stone arch, gravel flew everywhere. Hitting the wall, white dust was scattered.

It hit the target but made no sound.

After the metal bullets passed through the fabric, it was as if they were completely swallowed up, and there was no sound at all.

The arms in front of his face spread out, revealing a face covered in bloody steam, like a red mask.

It's hard to tell whether his face is expressionless or extremely excited under the steam! Or maybe it's contempt for the weak...

Bang!

Explosive trampling sounds sounded, and the surrounding ground shook. All the gunmen felt as if their soles were being electrocuted.

A silhouette like a flying bird of prey swooped over.

The muzzles of the guns were concentrated, and the machine gun bullets were fired without stopping for a moment.

Ding ding ding ding!

This time there was a sound, a crisp sound of iron hitting!

I saw the red figure rushing over with the bullet in hand, leaping twice on the ground with its toes. Then he flew to the group of gunners like a ghost, aimed at the machine gunner and punched him.

call out!

boom!

The head exploded like a watermelon, and the red and white solid-liquid mixture inside formed a fan shape and spread wildly toward the rear.

Several gunmen in the rear were splashed in the face instantly.

Before they could express their disgust and horror.

Then he saw a blood-red palm reaching over like a balloon, rapidly enlarging in front of his eyes. Snap it.

The head with the tough skull was crushed like this.

Both men died together almost within half a second.

A gunman on the left reacted and quickly raised his gun and turned around. But he saw a red spear piercing him, and his right arm in a knife-hand posture penetrated his entire left chest.

Most of the ribs were broken, and the key part of the heart was not spared. The blood supply center was suddenly shattered into pieces.

Three people died, then a fourth, then a fifth.

When Ka Xiu broke into their formation, the outcome was actually doomed. This elite gunner team can still deal with powerful secret warriors from a distance, but once it is approached by a fighter, it basically has only one way to annihilate them all. After all, although they are elites, they are also ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, only about half of the dozen-person gunner team remained. Although these gunmen have received relatively professional training, their mental will is higher than that of ordinary people. But facing a monster who is not afraid of bullets, has bloody killing methods, and is full of oppression. All the gunmen felt fear deep down in their hearts, and some of them had collapsed, turned around and ran away.

boom!

A palm pressed on a head, and the huge force contained in the palm exploded it like a watermelon. The gunman who witnessed the entire death process of his companion opened his eyes wide, and his whole body collapsed instantly. My shoulders were shaking with fear, and my nose was filled with snot and tears.

The trigger of the gun that was originally aimed at Ka Xiu could not be pressed halfway, and his fingers were limp and without any strength. A terrifying shadow shrouded his heart, and he murmured with a dull face: "Kill me, kill me..."

"ah!"

"monster!"

"Run quickly..."

The gunshots and cries that were still around gradually became quiet, because all the people who made the noise had been killed.

The only surviving gunman stood there stupidly, like a wooden pole. There was a series of distant footsteps coming from behind, the sound of the soles of boots stepping on the sticky blood.

A breeze carrying the smell of blood blew through.

The gunman with empty eyes fell to his knees softly on the ground, and his eyes seemed to be constantly replaying the blood-red color that floated through the air just now. His head hung down, tears streaming down his face. Suddenly a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his pistol.

Raise your head, aim your chin, and pull the trigger.

boom!

A figure fell to the ground.

In the distant alleyway, Ka Xiu heard gunfire from behind and stopped. The magic of Nan Dou's Red Eagle Fist was demonstrated once again, and he knew that the gunman had been mentally broken.

Infected by the boxing style, he committed suicide in despair.

Nandou Red Eagle Fist not only affects the user's personality and emotions, but also infects onlookers who are not firm in character.

Moving forward, Ka Xiu flashed across the entire passage.

There were suddenly several holes on the walls on both sides, some were fingerprints, some were fist marks, and some were claw marks. The next second, there was a thump on the outside of the wall. The fighter's aura can easily sense the specific location of the enemy within a certain range, and even the next move. And Kaxiu's keen perception can detect the murderous aura within a fairly wide distance.

Unless the aura is well hidden, he can quickly find it and prepare for the battle a long distance in advance.

Snap!

The footsteps stopped, and Kaxiu looked forward with an indifferent expression.

I saw that an old man with a goatee and a group of warriors wearing tight fighting clothes blocked the way. And in the wide space on both sides, there were faint figures in black clothes flashing by. Kaxiu, I can feel many guns pointed at me.

"I don't know who you are, and why you want to get involved in the internal affairs of my Red Eagle Fist." The old man exuded a majestic and powerful aura of a warrior, staring at Kaxiu with an unfriendly look.

"We are in a cooperative relationship with the East Nine Gates. Your strength is indeed good after fighting your way in, but have you ever thought about the subsequent revenge of the East Nine Gates? The entire Eastern Secret Martial Arts World will be looking for you by then!"

"Besides, you may not be able to get any benefit from me, under the muzzle of a gun. No matter who commissioned you, who you came for, or which school you belong to. Boy, don't make a mistake!"

Three minutes later.

In the middle of the limbs, Kaxiu grabbed the neck of the great elder Dyson with one hand and easily lifted him up in the air.

Let Dyson swing his fists and feet, but it was of no use. He couldn't even speak, his face was getting redder and redder, even purple. His neck was stuck and he couldn't breathe.

"You are not very capable, but your desire to survive is quite strong..."

"A futile struggle."

Kaxiu lowered his eyelids indifferently.

Crack!

A figure with a crooked neck fell to the ground with a plop.

He glanced at the bloody scene around him and identified the last area. He stepped on his blood-stained boots and walked over.

A light yellow dormitory building.

All the remaining warriors in the three or four buildings were gathered in this building. This was the last force of the resistance besides the captives. Among them were three elders, and the granddaughter of the old sect master Feng Liusi, Niv, all on the first floor.

In the living room, Niv's face was a little pale and worried.

The thin white-haired old man next to him, the second elder Charles, looked outside through the window. A few minutes ago, something seemed to have changed outside the building. The people who had originally surrounded the last area were withdrawn one after another and disappeared. From a distance, it seemed that screams and fighting could still be heard faintly.

There seemed to be another fight outside the Red Eagle Fist Dojo.

I don't know what the situation is...

Charles turned his head and glanced at Niv, whose face was pale, and comforted her: "Niv, don't be afraid. It's okay. Dyson and the others don't dare to come over for a while. He is afraid that I will fight him to death..."

As he said, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Niff nodded, but her expression was still gloomy.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

The sudden sound made everyone in the living room stop moving. Charles' face changed and he rushed over there.

Boom!

A door was directly knocked down by a huge punch.

Outside the door, a figure squeezed in.