The storm of death comes as suddenly as thunder on a summer afternoon.
The devout believers of the God of Fist couldn't accept such a terrifying scene for a while, and they all remained strangely stiff, like weird statues.
Even their facial features and facial muscles were not ready, and they still maintained the contempt and excitement just now, but felt something was wrong, confusion seeped out from every pore, and condensed into clouds of mist before their eyes.
In the mist, Gus's figure was a little erratic, like a monster crawling out of hell.
Gus was as lost as they were.
Look at the two fleshy pillars that are left with only the legs, I don't know if they should continue to be called "Han Kou", and then look at the "Thunder-3" model in my arms.
The recoil from the combination of ice and fire made his limbs tingle and numb, but this needle-like tingling made the dream and reality gradually merge together.
This is what I did.
This is my strength.
I killed Han Kou, Han Kou who was as famous as his sister in the town!
Gus grinned, smiling like a devil.
Breathing, naturally, the "Thunder-3" anti-material assault rifle aimed at the second target, "Zhou Yan" behind "Han Kou".
Zhou Yan is not afraid.
Because he has been immersed in the belief that "the god of boxing is invincible" since he was a child.
His extremely pious logical thinking mode does not have the ability to make him think about everything that just happened.
So Zhou Yan simply forgot what happened just now.
It doesn't matter whether he is deceiving himself or others, or whether he is determined, in short, he regards what happened just now as some kind of deception, a devil's illusion, and a test of the fist god.
As long as he is steadfast and unafraid, blast the enemy with a powerful punch.
Then, the supreme, invincible, and unique Fist God will definitely bless him, protect him, and even descend on him, right
Thinking this way, Zhou Yan jumped up towards Gus.
Twenty years of hard training - from swinging with the sandbags when he was babbling, to gritting his teeth and practicing hard when others were playing, from the earnest expectations of his parents to the solemn gaze of the majestic statue of the God of Boxing in the Boxing God Hall , the memories of the past seemed to turn into brand new power, pouring into every bundle of his meridians, every blood vessel, every muscle and every cell.
"Fist God help me!"
He yelled violently, and felt that something in his body that had been dormant for a long time had awakened.
In an instant, countless miraculous skills emerged in his mind, and he was enlightened, suddenly enlightened, as if reborn, and surpassed the peak.
"Breakthrough!"
Everyone saw the fierce battle flames surging from Zhou Yan's body.
It was really like the blessing of the fist god, turned into a gorgeous armor, wrapped around him.
This is a sign of comprehending the supreme mystery of boxing and breaking through a new realm.
No one expected that Zhou Yan, a young man who has always been down-to-earth and therefore somewhat unknown, would burst out with such a powerful force by virtue of his piety and tenacity under the stimulation of the devil's apostle.
In an instant, everyone's state of mind suddenly reversed. The scene where Han Kou was beaten alive by Gus just now was forcibly forgotten by them, and only Zhou Yan's brilliance remained in its place.
Under this magnificent and majestic light like the rising sun, any monsters and monsters will be turned into powder, and all monsters and ghosts will be wiped out, right
There was amazement and joy on everyone's faces.
Then, with admiration, admiration and joyful eyes, they watched the pious young man who was about to break through in mid-air, and was shot in two by Gus's bullet.
"Slap!"
Zhou Yan, who was broken in two, fell heavily to the ground like two balls of rotten meat.
That's right, the God of Fist did bless him, allowing him to break through before the battle, possessing a more domineering body-protecting true energy and a stronger flesh and blood body.
Therefore, Zhou Yan was not smashed to pieces like Han Kou, and turned into nothingness.
Although most of the internal organs were blown away, at least the chest above and below the pelvis remained intact.
The frozen and then scorched flesh was temporarily sealed, the blood did not rush out, and his consciousness remained awake for half a minute, enough for him to look down and see his horrific corpse.
Zhou Yan's eyes were frozen and his expression was dull, as if a mask of confusion had been condensed on his face, no matter how intense the pain was, the mask could not be broken.
Behind the mask, the pious young man repeated: "The God of Fist helps me... the God of Fist helps me... the God of Fist helps me... the God of Fist helps me... the God of Fist..."
His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he couldn't utter a complete syllable at all. He could only open and close his mouth feebly like a fish thrown on the shore, spitting out bloody bubbles until the scythe of death, Harvest his pious and confused soul.
The tragic deaths of two consecutive pursuers shattered the shell of most people's self-deception. Their faces of despair like drowning people finally showed due horror and fear, and their eyes trembling as they watched the former "trash", To stare at a real demon.
Finally, someone screamed, the sound seemed to open the catharsis gate, and after a while, seven or eight pursuers screamed hysterically, and their strength seemed to leak out along with the scream, so that both legs He couldn't even support his own body, either twisted crookedly to the ground and collapsed, or rolled and crawled backwards.
"demon!"
"What kind of power is this?"
"How could the Mechanical Demon and the Steam Demon possess such terrifying power?"
"God of Fist is above, God of Fist—"
They cried and yelled into a mess.
At this time, it was the turn of the ascetic monks in the chasing team to show off their power.
Unlike ordinary boxers, ascetic monks vowed to dedicate their lives and souls to the God of Fist, and abandoned all those who devoted themselves to the iron fist.
After making their vows, they have to accept the harsh test of the Fist Temple. They usually have to sit cross-legged and meditate under the impact of the waterfall for ten days and ten nights, and they have to survive alone in the depths of the mountains for a year and a half without any tools, or they are tied up all over their bodies. The heavy iron chain crosses the vast desert.
Only those who can withstand such a test are eligible to enter the Fist Temple, practice the most profound boxing secrets, and become the deacon, priest or even a higher-level high priest of the Fist Temple.
Compared with ordinary boxers, ascetic monks love pain and are not afraid of death. Their belief in the God of Boxing is as strong as iron, and they will never be fooled by any tricks of demons.
Even, even with such an absurd scene, the ascetics can still hypnotize themselves, and even strengthen their crystal clear and indestructible beliefs.
"The monster is powerful, form a formation and surrender!"
A dozen or so ascetic monks shouted violently, their arms suddenly swelled, emitting a metallic light, and then their iron fists crisscrossed and collided fiercely, making a sound like swords clashing.
The sound waves turned into an invisible cage, and the ascetic monks surrounded Gus, with a mountain of belief and a wave of fighting spirit, smashing their heads and brains, and blasting at Gus.
Gus blinked.
Throwing away the "Thunder-3" anti-material assault rifle, but picking up the "Kuroshio" triple-mounted heavy-duty Vulcan cannon.
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