40,000 Years of Cultivation

This move condenses all of Grey's skills as a martial arts genius.

Just by looking at the two blasting thunders that blasted from her feet, and blasting the large bluestones laid in the courtyard into powder, one could see how fierce the attack was.

Originally, Qin Yong stood on the courtyard wall, with a gap of several meters between each other.

But in front of Grey, it seemed that an invisible staircase appeared, and she stepped directly on the air to rush up.

"Roar!"

With a leap, Gray actually jumped three to five feet high, but instead jumped on top of Qin Yong's head, condescendingly, and roared like a tiger descending a mountain.

Accompanied by the roar, a punch was smashed, and the air could faintly be seen surging, forming a tiger's head on the fist.

This is the unique knowledge of the most powerful boxing genre "Hushan Liu" in town, "Magic Tiger Boxing"!

At first sight, Grey's fist was about to open his blood basin and bite off Qin Yong's head like a tiger.

But Qin Yong had been prepared for a long time, and didn't want to fight Grey, the muscles on his calf trembled, and in the first second of Grey's jump, he jumped outside the courtyard wall.

Although Grey was faster than him, the Demon Tiger Fist had already reached the top of his head.

Qin Yong at least had time to kick out a kick like a scorpion waving his tail.

It is also one of the most famous styles of boxing in the town, the trick of the "Poisonous Scorpion Gym", the "Scorpion Tail Knife".

"boom!"

Fight in midair with one punch and one kick.

"Crack!"

There was a slight cracking sound from Qin Yong's leg bones.

But this level of injury could not stop his determination to escape.

Instead, with the help of Grey's fist, he "floats" like a kite for twenty to thirty meters and falls onto the road.

"Ha, haha, you are dead!"

Qin Yong moved his knees and ankles, and laughed strangely when he realized that the injury did not affect his escape.

He took out a slender copper whistle from his mouth and put it in his mouth.

This is what the warriors use when they go to the wild to hunt fierce beasts, practice boxing, and communicate with each other.

Because in the world of Fist God, in addition to banning the power of machinery and steam, gunpowder is also an evil and filthy evil thing, so things like fireworks naturally do not exist. In the wild, at long distances, only copper whistles can be used to communicate.

This kind of special copper whistle can transmit the sound for dozens of miles, and the tone is very unique. After training, the warriors with excellent hearing can hear it in an instant, and can even hear different differences from the whistle. information.

Qin Yong took a deep breath, widened his eyes, his chest raised high.

Gredro stood on the courtyard wall, separated by tens of meters. It seemed that it was impossible for her to kill each other before Qin Yong blew the copper whistle.

But she still jumped on it.

And in mid-air, under Gus's dumbfounded gaze, amid Qin Yong's screaming screams, he drew two mechanical crossbows from behind.

These two mechanical crossbows were much more delicate and dangerous than the crude toys that the caravan sold to Qin Yi.

Through the special turntable and chain mechanism, six crossbow arrows can be shot at the same time respectively, and the total is twelve.

"Beng Beng Beng Beng!"

The machine crossbow made a chaotic noise, the firing speed was too fast, and the lashing sound of the twelve crossbow arrows overlapped, as if only four arrows were shot.

However, there were twelve stern white lights that pierced Qin Yong's vitals.

If Qin Yong goes all out and Grey loses, he might be able to ignore it and blow the copper whistle before the crossbow bolt penetrates his body.

But after all, he was just a young man who had never been on the battlefield, and he was as old as Grey's brother Gus, and he was not as old as he was at home.

Qin Yong's survival instinct made Qin Yong forget the whistle in his mouth, and did everything he could, dodging from left to right, his stature like electricity, dodged twelve crossbow arrows one after another.

Only one of the crossbow arrows slightly scratched the oily skin on his thigh, drawing a faint blood mark.

However, the bloodstain quickly turned into blue-purple, spreading like a strange mist.

"The arrow is poisonous!"

Qin Yong didn't expect Grey, the most proud of the iron fist school as the first boxing genius girl in town, to be so despicable.

Not only using crossbow arrows, but also poisoning the arrows, what a depraved behavior.

"Devil! Devil!"

Qin Yong shouted in his heart and was about to blow the copper whistle, only to find that the copper whistle had been flung out of his mouth early, and it was sticking to his lips.

I wanted to bite the copper whistle tightly again, but the venom on the crossbow bolts aggravated the severe pain in the leg. The whole leg seemed to be soaked in magma, burning with fire and heartache.

And Grey had already thrown down the crossbow arrows that shot through the air with no expression, and while quickly approaching him, he took out another weird machine from his arms and put it on his fist.

Qin Yong was full of cold, but he wanted to run but was too late. His right leg was injured and then poisoned at all. He couldn't move as if he was **** by a huge boulder.

"boom!"

He heard the machine in Grey's hand, and there was a loud noise, and something exploded from the front of the machine.

Then, the whole world became red, black, and transparent with nothing.

Qin Yong's entire head burst like a broken watermelon, and blood gushing out of his cavity, and he shook it unwillingly for a long time before he threw himself to the ground. The blood-stained brass whistle fell not far from his twitching fingers. Yong did not have the strength to hold it tightly, nor did he have a mouth to blow it.

"Wow--"

Grey heard vomiting behind her.

Gus, who had witnessed everything, finally collapsed, his internal organs overwhelmed, and he spit out.

Lu Qingchen looked at all this with admiration, and even whistled softly to express his praise to Grey.

Grey frowned slightly, stepped forward and grabbed Qin Yong's corpse. With a trembling of his hand, the muscles on his arm appeared like a dragon, and he threw the 170-80 jin corpse back to her courtyard.

The blood stains and messy mucus on the ground can't be cleaned up. They can only cover up with mud and dead leaves, and they will soon be discovered.

Grey turned around and walked towards her courtyard, grabbing her brother by the collar by the way, and dragging Gus into the house.

"Good skill and calm mentality. You must have been pondering this series of offensives for a long time, right?"

Lu Qingchen, who followed up together, asked with a smile.

"Well, it was originally designed to deal with the murder of his father and his enemy, but I didn't expect the cheap kid Qin Yong."

Grey wiped the splashing blood drops on her face, and recalled from the bottom of her heart that killing people seemed to be easy, and there was no pain, nausea, or regret.

Instead, her heart gradually calmed down.

"What is that, that is, after you lost the serial mechanical crossbow, there seems to be a big bottle behind the weird thing equipped on your arm?" Lu Qingchen asked again.

"High-pressure air cannon."

Gray said, "It is to squeeze a lot of air into a small and small space, and then stimulate it at one time, and then it can push a small projectile to fly out at a very fast speed, which is regarded as steam. A simplified version of the gun-I don’t understand the specific principles, you don’t know?"

"When you say that, I will know."

Lu Qingchen exclaimed, "Curious and beautiful science and technology tree!"

"What?" Gray raised an eyebrow, thinking that this demon was a strange thing.

"Nothing, next, kill someone, what are you going to do?" Lu Qingchen asked with interest.