The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 374 Fist Lock
Everyone's eyes widened, watching the scene outside Chengtian Gate in disbelief.

The master of boxing who suffers from the pain of bereavement will definitely not show mercy.

As for Zhao Yu, who had received such a blow before, in their eyes, he was already a piece of meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered!
But weird things just happened right under their noses.

"Son!!"

Jiang Yuyan, who was closest to the two of them, discovered the clue at this time.

The God of Quan Dao looked ferocious, and he still maintained the posture of raising his fist to punch Zhao Yu, but the problem lay in the lower body of the God of Quan Dao.

At the deadly place of the boxing god, there is a foot that lands on the right place impartially.

clap clap clap...

Before everyone could react, Zhao Yu, who was embedded in the ground, kicked dozens of kicks in succession.

Every kick landed on the lower three roads of the boxing god with precision.

Previously, the Kung Fu God who was rushing down like a thunderbolt was kicked back into the air by Zhao Yu kick after kick.

Not to mention others, even Jue Wushen standing on the city wall couldn't help but twitched his brows when he saw this scene.

"die!"

In mid-air, Zhao Yu's feet were flying, but his hands were not idle. He picked up the snow drink in his hand, and the blade swept towards the neck of Quan Dao Shen.

It is unreasonable to lift the yin leg, but Zhao Yu also understands that relying on this move, it is simply unrealistic to kick the fist to death.

Seeing that the boxing god was about to die under the snow drink in Zhao Yu's hands, Jue Wushen on the top of the wall moved and rushed towards Jiang Yuyan and the others.

He doesn't care about the life and death of the boxing god, but it's not the time yet!
Because, he hasn't seen the boxing sect ultimate move that he wants to see the most...

Unlimited punches! !
And Jue Wushen, who rushed to rescue the boxing god and watched Zhao Yu's several fights, knew that he couldn't stop him at all.

And the only thing that can make Zhao Yu let go of the kung fu god at this moment is those four people under the city!

Therefore, seeing that the boxing god was about to decapitate, Absolutely Wushen used his killing fist and went straight to the city.

"court death!!"

Zhao Yu, who was already burning with anger, was threatened again and again with the people around him, and he went completely mad.

Kicking Fist Dao Shen with one kick, and then with the help of counter force, Xue Yin in his hand slashed down in the air, blocking Jue Wushen's path.

Jue Wushen was forced back dozens of steps by this knife, in a panic.

But his face was full of complacency.

Because as long as the boxing god breaks free, his goal has been achieved!

"Kunosuke!!"

After the boxing god broke free from the paralysis of being at a loss, his whole body surged with energy, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar.

boom!
Under the agitation of strength, the clothes on the upper body of the boxing god were all torn.

But at this moment, everyone could see clearly that apart from the terrifying tendons and flesh on the body of the bare-chested boxing god, there were two strangely shaped iron locks running across the flesh and blood at the lute bone of the chest!
Except for Jue Wushen, everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

The madman who thought he was already quite fierce, turned out that when he fought with Zhao Yu before, he had his lute bone locked!
If it were another warrior, the lute bone would be locked, not to mention fighting with others, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to lift their arms.

And the madman in front of him, under such circumstances, can actually condense such terrifying fist strength!
If the lute bone is removed...

Jiang Yuyan and the others didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, Jue Wushen laughed wildly, reached into his arms and took out an iron fist that was the size of a child's palm.

Glancing at the crowd with a sneer, Quan Dao Shen threw the thing in his hand to Quan Dao Shen in mid-air.

Jiang Yuyan wanted to snatch it, but was forced back by Jue Wushen's killing fist.

The iron fist, the size of a child's palm, finally fell into the hands of the fist god.

The crimson boxing god, after getting the iron fist, pulled the strange lock under the lute bone with the other hand.

When turned over to look at it, there is a groove at the back of the lock, which is exactly the same shape and size as the iron fist held in the hand of a boxing master.

The cultivation of the God of Boxing has already surpassed that of Shizun Terazawa Quanyi, and looking at Dongpu, there is no one who is the enemy of the God of Boxing.

Absolutely no God is no exception.

However, although the boxing god's martial arts cultivation is powerful, his mind is not as cunning as Jue Wushen.

Absolutely Wushen took advantage of the gap between the God of Quan Dao and his master, poisoned the God of Quan Dao with tricks, and then captured him together with the master.

Immediately, Jue Wushen locked the fist nerves with fist locks and imprisoned him in the fist grave.

At this moment, the fist god who got the key to the fist lock inserted the iron fist into the groove without hesitation.

There was a slight cracking sound, and the connection between the lute bones on both sides broke instantly.

"Roar!!"

Unshackled, the fist god roared to the sky.He felt that the energy in his body was like the tide of the vast sea, rushing towards his limbs and bones.

The fist lock has been undone, but after all, it has been embedded in flesh and blood for decades. At this moment, part of the iron chain connected by the fist lock has been integrated with the flesh and blood.

Tear!

What is even more eye-catching is that the boxing god didn't even think about it, and pulled out the fist lock with a large piece of flesh and blood.

Blood scattered from midair, like rain falling on the world.

"Zhao Yu, pay back my son's life!!"

Fist God turned around, his already frightening arms swelled more than a circle again.

And that terrifying fist strength also rose accordingly.

The boxing god's fists are intertwined, and between the iron fists, the strength is constantly strangling.

Even the cumulus clouds above the sky were guided by its soaring vigor, and they churned endlessly above the head of the boxing god.

Looking at the black cloud above the head of Quan Dao God, Jue Wushen frowned slightly.

This senior's talent in martial arts has surpassed the cognition of ordinary martial arts masters.

perhaps……

Zhao Yu will really die in the hands of the God of Boxing!
In this way, even if he has comprehended the essence of fist killing, it would be impossible to put the fist lock on the body of the boxing god again!
But now that the fist lock has been released, everything is beyond his control!

"The god of boxing..."

Zhao Yu, who was standing below, looked up at the man with a crazy expression.Not only was there no fear in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"die!!"

With a wrong fist, the boxing god in mid-air turned into a streamer, and rushed straight to Zhao Yu below.

Outside Chengtian Gate, strong winds raged.

Within a hundred steps, the bluestones on the ground were crushed by the terrifying aura of falling, creating cracks like spider webs, and quickly spread towards the surroundings.

Jiang Yuyan and the others were already forced to retreat by the terrifying energy, even Jue Wushen retreated into the Chengtian Gate tactfully.

But Zhao Yu, who faced the God of Boxing directly, made a move that made everyone unimaginable.

He picked up Xueyin in his hand, but instead of slashing at the imposing boxing god, he swung his backhand and pierced Xueyin into the ground.

Zhao Yu, who was unarmed, slowly opened his arms to meet the falling Fist God.

I know, I understand that these two people are fighting to the death.

Those who didn't know, thought Zhao Yu was going to hug that crazy man!

The master of boxing with murderous intent, his fists carried an incomparable ferocious arrogance, and flew towards Zhao Yu in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, Zhao Yu opened his arms expressionlessly, and sighed softly.

"Immortals, after all, are not something that warriors in the world can match..."

(End of this chapter)