Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 195 Sky Arc Slashing Skill, Uranium Light Remnant

Swish! !

Owen didn't speak, and shot first.He had a pipe in his mouth, and the moment he inhaled, the pipe brightened up, and his palm had cut through the air, cutting towards Guan Luoyang.

Under this slash, the invisible, colorless and soft air was squeezed away like mercury, and it actually appeared thick and viscous, vaguely becoming something tangible, obviously it was an extremely brilliant technique of exerting force.

The arc of the palm swaying, plus the slight change in the direction of the wrist during the swaying process, in this case, it seems to be a blow that moves against the wind and rises and falls with the waves.

Obviously this palm came from the front from bottom to top, but Guan Luoyang felt that the atmosphere around him tightened at every angle, and even the air behind him was obviously affected, as if he was about to become A piece of radish surging with the waves was easily cut off by the hand knife.

The skills are excellent, but no matter the speed or strength, they are really lackluster.

Guan Luoyang kicked him lightly and came first. After kicking him out, the anger in his chest couldn't help but be suppressed, and he felt deeply confused.

In fact, from the moment he saw Owen, he had already noticed that this person was not as powerful as he imagined, but it might also be because this person practiced some kind of secret technique that could restrain his breath.

In this world that has been affected by the reincarnated people many times, it is not surprising what kind of secret art exists.

But when he really started to make a move, Guan Luoyang was sure... This man, he really is so weak!

Not to mention Harry and his group, if it was one-on-one, Guan Luoyang felt that this Owen would probably be slapped to death by the golden retriever dog beside him.

Just, it's weird, how does such a thing deserve to be the leader of these people?

Taking a step back, if this person is really the kind of person who won the support of so many subordinates with his brain alone, then he should be cautious enough to seize the time and evacuate early, why would he be so stupid and arrogant? it's here?
If you feel it carefully, this person's feeling is different from those cloned people, so there is only one possibility left...

"Aren't you the real top leader of this organization?"

Guan Luoyang ran after him and stepped on Owen's chest. The mental current flickered and passed to Owen's head, drilled into his temple, and asked, "Who is the real boss? Where does he live?"

At the same time as he spoke, he used several palms in the air, and the light changed rapidly, gathering towards his palm, as if several light cannons were bombarding the crystal old man one after another. Rising violent shock.

The crystal ball exploded, the cloak was damaged, and the crystal old man vomited blood and screamed, and fell to the ground with his head raised, completely defeated.

And Owen, who was defeated in a face-to-face, was covered in dust on the ground and his clothes were torn. After being stimulated by the electric current, the sound of teeth trembling and knocking could not be heard from his mouth. He only lasted for less than five seconds and gasped. Confession: "Yes, it's me, the highest leader is me."

"Not telling the truth!"

The flashing of lightning became more obvious, Owen's hair stood upright, he lost the strength to scream, his throat was rattling, and his neck was straight, like a goose on the verge of dying.

Guan Luoyang continued to ask, "If it was you, why are you so weak? Don't the technologies and resources you have mastered bring you any strengthening?"

Owen hissed with difficulty: "I didn't use those things on myself, because I wanted to keep more and more experiences!"

Powerful fighters can do all kinds of feats that ordinary humans can't imagine, and have a sense of satisfaction beyond common sense.

But because the strength of fighters in this world is inseparable from their physical body, even the old man Crystal, who seems to fight purely with mental power, actually has a stronger physical body than ordinary people, so many stimulating entertainment activities for ordinary people are not good for them. Rather, it is difficult to understand.

For example, the stimulation of alcohol, the smoky feeling of ecstasy, the enjoyment of tobacco, the stimulation of the nasal cavity, the feeling of the mouth affecting the brain cells, and such things as overeating, staying up late on forums, etc., many entertainment essences The above is damage to the body, and the physique of the strong can be exempted from all of this.

Even going to bed is the same. If the quality of the body is too high, the endurance will be too strong. If the selected object cannot match yourself, then you need to use more extreme methods such as violence, suffocation, groups, drugs, and the wild. Seek psychological satisfaction and use a longer time to climb to the top.

Violet is the city of fighting, as well as the capital of violence and entertainment. When driving around the city before, although Guan Luoyang didn't deliberately listen to some unsightly things, he already knew that the general desires of the people here were higher.

In this way, according to the way of thinking of the Violet people, maybe it is really possible to do something like Owen, deliberately maintain the state of his weak body, and then strengthen and repair himself when he is terminally ill.

But Guan Luoyang was not satisfied.

"Is it really just that?"

He bent down slightly, stretched his fingers forward, and the cyan aura visible to the naked eye extended from the fingertips, condensing like the tip of a knife.

Like the sharpest jade in the world, such a green blade was polished, slowly approaching Owen's face.

The muscles on Owen's face trembled, and the sensitive facial pores could already feel the hot sting like a pinprick. Every wrinkle was expressing uneasiness, and his eyes became terrified. That point of the knife, watching it approach little by little.

"In addition to fear, you are still looking forward to it. Are you looking forward to experiencing death once?"

The cyan tip suddenly dissipated, and Guan Luoyang turned his fingers into palms and pressed down.

The raging electric current brought great pressure, which made the facial features on Owen's face seem to be flattened a little, and the ground next to the back of his head burst into tiny cracks.

Guan Luoyang changed the way of asking: "Tell me the most important point you don't want me to know now!"

"The experiment of returning to power is almost successful, and the seeds cultivated in the 36 bases..."

Owen's face was twisted, but he couldn't control his mouth.

He was indeed waiting to experience death once. The feeling of death was very precious, and it also made him very curious. This time, there happened to be an opportunity to help him make up his mind.

However, death with a backhand is acceptable, but it is absolutely unbearable to expose something that is unwilling to be exposed. This makes Owen far more angry than the former!
Just when he was trying to commit suicide, someone gave him this opportunity.

Guan Luoyang dodged suddenly, avoiding the knife that passed through the shadow from where he was originally standing.

The armored giant who was a hundred meters away had many scorched black scars on his body. The executioner just leaped from his fist and galloped at top speed.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of battle situation, but the distance of a mere [-] meters is just passing by, and the armored giant who can still support it suddenly changes back to the original shape of Faqi and disappears in the forest, which is too strange.

Guan Luoyang's thoughts turned. Was it that even Faqi and the others didn't want to expose the matter of the unity of martial arts so quickly?It seems that there is something more complicated behind these disgusting cloning incidents...

Ah!Then I want to accompany you to have fun!
At the moment when Guan Luoyang was forced to move away, Owen on the ground exploded his cerebral blood vessels with willpower and successfully committed suicide.

The executioner looked at the corpse with some regret, and said hesitantly: "He is, in fact, very strong. There are many things in my knives and knives, which I learned from him."

"So he really has another state, or another body?"

Guan Luoyang brushed off his collar, and said a little strangely, "You don't seem to mind revealing his information, so how about saying more before the fight starts?"

The executioner quickly glanced at Guan Luoyang, lowered his eyes, his face was blushing: "But you, you and your clothes look really hard to kill..."

"I can't help it anymore."

Before the words finished, the two figures by the swimming pool suddenly disappeared.

The turbulent water surface of the swimming pool strangely maintained an uneasy posture and fell into a stillness.

Between the rising and falling water waves, there were inexplicably clear and deep footprints.

There are two types of footprints, one is similar to the marks left by military boots, and the other is barefoot, and the toes and arches of the feet can be distinguished.

When the power in these footprints erupted, the water in the entire swimming pool boomed up into the air, floating like a torrential rain.

In the end, only a shallow layer of liquid remained at the bottom of the swimming pool, and extremely deep cut marks and fist marks were left on all sides of the swimming pool, turning the cuboid swimming pool into a large irregular pit, and its volume was expanded by at least five times. .

And when the two elusive figures crossed the manor and went into the living room house, everything seemed less violent again.

Their strength has become more restrained.

Guan Luoyang consciously gathered his vitality, because he was a little excited to find that the opponent could catch up with his full speed. If he spread his vitality again, he would have already changed positions before he could affect his opponent. Pointless waste.

The introversion of the executioner was more like an instinct. He didn't think about it during the whole process, but made changes in response to his desire to "kill Guan Luoyang".

When he appeared in the living room, he stepped on the leather back of the sofa. When the butcher knife was raised, even the wind was not disturbed, and it slashed at Guan Luoyang who appeared at the other end of the couch.

Guan Luoyang's palm showed a subtle bronze drum luster. The eight-sided bronze drum disintegrated into his body provided the texture of his palm like a magic soldier. With his left hand, he wiped the edge of the knife from the side. When sparks burst, his right palm aimed at the tip of the knife and pushed it out.

With a knife, the most dangerous place is the tip of the knife, and the most vulnerable part also starts from the tip of the knife. The force on the knife has been absorbed by Guan Luoyang's left hand a lot. If the right palm hits the tip of the knife head-on, the high temperature shock will directly Destroy the butcher knife, causing it to shatter into countless fragments.

The executioner had to turn away from the knife, Guan Luoyang pierced through with his right hand, and flicked his middle finger, hitting the executioner's wrist holding the knife.

The big tendon under the skin of his wrist was agitated by the force of the finger, protruding, Guan Luoyang hooked his index finger, and his nails cut a little of the skin that could defend against bullets from the front, and precisely hooked out the big tendon.

Guan Luoyang possessed a divine weapon, and the reason why he didn't use it often was because he was better at boxing, and the changes between his palm and ten fingers were far more pleasing to him than weapons. Swords could be used occasionally, but if they were kept in hand all the time Instead, he bound his fingers.

The large tendon was torn off, and the electric current rushed into the body along the wound. The entire arm of the executioner holding the knife was numb. There was a burnt smell from the wound, and the muscles atrophied. A perverted bright red.

Although he stuttered, his intuition was keen, and he could feel Guan Luoyang's fighting and killing intent, all of which had the violent characteristics of wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and had no intention of killing deliberately.

But such a person who doesn't deliberately torture and kill can display such brutal skills.

The hunger and thirst in the executioner's heart was even worse. When he raised his left hand, his elbow drew an arc upward from his waist, and his forearm was opened in front of him. When he blocked Guan Luoyang's grab, it seemed to be drawing an arc.

full!Perfect!
It was clearly an unfinished arc, but it gave Guan Luoyang such an obvious sensory stimulation.

This is by no means a combat technique using a butcher's knife, but a bare-handed combat technique. It requires every joint of the limbs to bet on a far stronger trust than weapons to draw such an arc.

This kind of skill not only blocked Guan Luoyang's claws, but also seemed to have the effect of stimulating the executioner's own genetic vitality.

The wound on his right hand hadn't healed yet, but he regained his strength, and a layer of ominous white light was attached to his whole body. Holding the knife in both hands, he slashed out along the aftertaste of the perfect arc before.

Terrible brilliance emanated from this knife, and all the furniture, including the glowing crystal chandelier, seemed to collapse into black ember silhouettes on the camera film at this moment.

Guan Luoyang let out a low snort, and raised his palms. The light that was supposed to expand outward was forcibly restrained and withdrawn.

The hall was suddenly plunged into darkness.

In that brief darkness, there seemed to be many flying insects surging, and then turned into something more abstract, like a dragon snake lurking among the dark waves.

The executioner swung the knife again in the darkness, the darkness could not affect his judgment of the position, the butcher knife was eager to drink the blood of this difficult enemy.

But an arm was also like a dragon snake, attached to the side of the butcher's knife, crushing the blade.

The palm that gathered all the rays of light rose from the executioner's chest to his forehead, and protruded from the sleeve. It was unimaginably fast, just like the transformation in a dream like a swimming dragon and snake turning into a fierce bird and god bird, lightning, flint, thought birth and death.

This palm slapped the executioner's head, and the bright light poured down and flowed all over his body.

"Give it back to you!"

The executioner's movements paused for a moment, his eyes that had begun to crystallize became round, and he stared at Guan Luoyang unwillingly, but his body had already turned into ashes.

The ambient light returned to normal, the chandelier had been destroyed, leaving only the night light coming in from the window.

Guan Luoyang glanced at his hands, and could feel that the magnetic field in this area had been disturbed by bad anxiety, and a subtle radiation still remained here.

This kind of thing is similar to sunlight, but it is very unstable, full of the feeling of destroying natural vitality.

"Nuclear radiation?"

If Owen's other body possessed this kind of power and was more mature than the executioner, then it would be a good challenge.

(End of this chapter)