The storm of death, like the thunder of a summer afternoon, comes too suddenly.


    The devout believers of the God of boxing could not accept such a terrible picture for a moment. They all kept strange rigidity, like strange statues.


    Even their facial muscles and facial features were not ready, and they still maintained their scorn and excitement just now, but they felt that something was wrong. Confusion permeated through every pore and condensed into a mist in front of their eyes.


    In the fog, Gus''s body shape is a bit erratic, like a demon climbing out of hell.


    Gus is as confused as they are.


    Take a look at the only legs left. I don''t know if I should continue to call them "Han Kou". Then I look at the "thunder-3" type in my arms.


    The recoil of ice and fire made his limbs numb and sour. The prick like numbness made dreams and reality merge together.


    I did it.


    This is my strength.


    I killed Han Kou, who is as famous as his sister in the town!


    Gus grinned like a devil.


    Breathing, naturally, "thunder-3" anti equipment assault rifle aimed at the second target, "Han Kou" behind the "Zhou Yan.".


    Zhou Yan is not afraid.


    Because he grew up steeped in the belief that "the God of boxing is invincible".


    His devout logical thinking mode does not have the ability to make him think about what just happened.


    So Zhou Yan simply forgot what happened just now.


    In short, he regarded what happened just now as a kind of cover up, a magic trick of the devil and a test of the God of boxing.


    As long as he is firm and fearless, he will give the enemy a powerful blow.


    Then, the supreme, invincible and unique God of boxing will surely bless him, protect him and even come to him?


    Zhou Yan thought like this and jumped up to Gus.


    Twenty years of hard training -- from the time when he learned to speak with sandbags, to the time when others were playing, he was still grinding his teeth. From his parents'' ardent expectation to the solemn gaze of the towering statue of the God of boxing in the temple of boxing, the memory of the past seemed to turn into a new force, pouring into every bundle of channels, blood vessels, muscle and cell.


    "Help me!"


    He gave a loud drink and felt something inside him that had been dormant for a long time awakened.


    In an instant, countless miraculous skills appeared in his mind, and he suddenly became enlightened, and seemed to be reborn and beyond the peak.


    "Breakthrough on the spot!"


    Everyone can see the fierce flames of war surging out of Zhou Yan.


    It was like the blessing of the God of boxing, turned into gorgeous armor and wrapped around him.


    This is a sign of understanding the supreme mystery of boxing and breaking through a new realm.


    No one expected that Zhou Yan, who has always been down-to-earth, and therefore some unknown teenagers, should burst out such a powerful force with his piety and tenacity in the stimulation of the demon apostle.


    For a moment, people''s mood suddenly reversed. The scene that Han Kou was blown up by Gus was forgotten by them. Instead, only Zhou Yan''s brilliance was left.


    In this gorgeous and majestic light like the rising sun, any evil spirit will be turned into dust, and all evil spirits will be destroyed, right?


    The faces of the people were filled with wonder and joy.


    Then, with the eyes of appreciation, praise and joy, they watched the bright and devout young man who was on the point of breaking through in mid air and was shot in two by Gus.


    "PATA!"


    Zhou Yan, broken into two pieces, fell to the ground like two balls of rotten meat.


    Yes, the God of boxing really blessed him and made him break through in the face of battle, with more powerful body protection Qi and stronger flesh and blood.


    Therefore, Zhou Yan was not blown to pieces like Han Kou and turned into nothingness.


    Although most of the viscera were blown away, they were still intact above the chest and below the pelvis.


    The frozen and charred flesh was temporarily sealed, and the blood did not gush out. His consciousness could remain awake for half a minute, enough for him to look down and see his miserable body.


    Zhou Yan''s eyes were frozen and his expression was dull, like a confused mask on his face. No matter how intense the pain was, the mask could not be broken.


    Behind the mask, the devout young man repeated: "the God of boxing helps me... The God of boxing helps me... The God of boxing helps me... The God of boxing helps me..."


    His voice became weaker and weaker. Later, he could not spit out a complete syllable at all. He could only open and close his mouth like a fish on the shore, spitting out blood bubbles one by one, until death''s sickle reaped his devout and confused soul.


    The tragic death of two successive pursuers broke the shell of most people''s self deception. Their desperate faces, like drowning people, finally showed their due horror and fear. Looking at the past "waste" eyes constantly trembling, like staring at a real devil.


    At last, someone screamed. It seemed that the gate of vent had been opened. Not for a moment, seven or eight pursuers all screamed hysterically, and their strength seemed to leak out with the scream, so that their legs could not even support their own bodies. They either twisted to the ground and collapsed, or they rolled back.


    "Devil


    "What power is this?"


    "How could mechanical demons and steam demons have such terrible power?"


    "God of boxing, God of boxing --"


    They cried and were in a mess.


    At this time, it was the turn of the bitter friars in the pursuit team to show their authority.


    Different from ordinary boxers, the bitter friars are those who are willing to give their life and soul to the God of boxing and abandon all their devotion to iron boxing.


    After vowing, they have to accept the severe test of the temple of boxing. They usually sit and meditate for ten days and nights under the impact of the waterfall. They also have to live alone in the mountains without any tools for a year and a half. Or they have to tie heavy chains all over their bodies and cross the vast desert.


    Only when they can stand such a test can they be qualified to enter the temple of boxing, practice the most profound boxing and become the assistant priest of the temple of boxing, and even the high priest of a higher level.


    Compared with ordinary boxers, the bitter friars love pain and are not afraid of death. Their belief in the God of boxing is more like steel and iron, and they will never be bewitched by any tricks of demons.


    Even if such absurd scenes appeared, the bitter monks could still hypnotize themselves, and even strengthened their crystal clear and indestructible faith.


    "The demons are powerful. They will be subdued in battle!"


    More than a dozen bitter friars gave a violent drink, and their arms suddenly expanded, showing a metallic light. Then the iron fists crisscrossed and collided with each other fiercely, making a sound like sword strike.


    The sound wave turned into an invisible cage, and the bitter friars surrounded Gus. Their faith was like a mountain, and their fighting spirit was like a tide.


    Gus blinked.


    The "thunder-3" anti equipment assault rifle was discarded, but the "Kuroshio" triple heavy Vulcan gun was carried.