This move condensed all the skills of Grey as a martial arts genius.

Just by looking at the two thunders blasting out from her feet and blasting the large bluestone laid in the courtyard into powder, we can see how fierce this attack was.

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

But there seemed to be an invisible ladder in front of Grey, and she rushed up directly in the air.

"roar!"

Grey jumped, and actually jumped three or five feet high, but instead jumped over Qin Yong's head, and he roared like a tiger going down the mountain.

Accompanied by the roar, a punch was thrust out, and the air could be vaguely stimulating, forming a tiger's head on the fist.

This is the unique skill of the most powerful boxing genre in town, "Tiger Mountain Flow", "Demon Tiger Fist"!

It seemed that Gray's fist was about to open his bloody mouth and bit off Qin Yong's head.

But Qin Yong was prepared for a long time and did not want to fight Grey hard. The muscles on his calf trembled. The first second after Grey jumped, he jumped outside the courtyard wall.

Although Grey's speed was faster than him, the Demon Tiger Fist had already bullied the top of his head.

Qin Yong had at least time, and kicked it like a scorpion swaying his tail.

It is also one of the most famous boxing schools in the town, the "Poison Scorpion Boxing Gym"'s trick, "Scorpion Tail Knife".

"Bang!"

Fighting and fighting in mid-air.

"Click!"

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

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

Instead, with the help of Grey's fist, he "floated" twenty or thirty meters like a kite and landed on the road.

"Hahaha, you're dead!"

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

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

This is something that warriors use when they go out to hunt ferocious beasts, practice boxing, and communicate with each other.

Because in the world of Fist God, except for the ban on the power of machinery and steam, gunpowder is also an evil and dirty evil thing, so things like fireworks naturally do not exist. In the wild and long distance, you can only use a copper whistle to contact us.

This special copper whistle can transmit the sound for dozens of miles, and the tone is very unique. After practice, warriors with excellent hearing can hear it instantly, and even hear different information from the melodiousness of the whistle.

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

Greyjo stood on the courtyard wall, several dozen meters apart from each other. It seemed that she could not kill the other party before Qin Yong blew the bronze whistle.

But she still pounced on it.

And in the air, under Gus's stunned gaze, two mechanical crossbows were drawn from behind Qin Yong's back with his scattered screams.

These two mechanical crossbows are much more exquisite and dangerous than shoddy toys sold to Qin Yi by the caravan.

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

"Crash and collapse!"

The crossbow sounded randomly, and the firing speed was too fast. The twelve crossbow arrows overlapped, as if only four arrows were shot.

However, there were twelve shrill white lights that thrust Qin Yong's vital points.

If Qin Yong had sacrificed his life and both suffered losses with Grey, he might have been able to blew the bronze whistle before the crossbow arrow penetrated his body.

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

The instinct for survival made Qin Yong forget the whistle in his mouth, and he used all his strength to dodge left and right, and his body was like lightning, dodging twelve crossbow arrows one after another.

Only one of the crossbow arrows slightly wiped the oily skin on his thighs and drew a faint blood mark.

However, the bloodstains quickly turned blue and purple, spreading like strange fog.

"There is poisonous on the arrow!"

Qin Yong did not expect that as the first genius girl in the town's boxing technique, Grey, the greatest pride of the Iron Fist School, would be so despicable.

Not only do you use crossbow arrows, but you also use poison on the arrows. What a depraved behavior.

"Devil! Devil!"

Qin Yong shouted in his heart, and was about to blew the copper whistle, but he found that the copper whistle had been swung out of his mouth and was stuck to his lips in vain.

I wanted to bite the copper whistle again, but the venom on the crossbow arrow aggravated the severe pain in my legs. My whole leg seemed to be soaked in magma, burning fire and heart-wrenching pain.

Grey had already thrown down the crossbow arrow that shot in the air with expressionless expression. While approaching him quickly, he took out another strange machine from his arms and put it on his fist.

Qin Yong's body was cold, but he wanted to run away but he was too late. His right leg, which was first injured and then poisoned, was disobedient at all. It was as if he was tied up by a huge rock, which made him unable to move.

"boom!"

He heard the machine in Grey's hand, and a loud bang came from the front of the machine, something exploded.

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

Qin Yong's entire head exploded like a broken watermelon, and blood beads like fire trees gushed out of his cavity. He shook unwillingly for a long time before he fell to the ground. The blood-stained copper whistle fell not far from his twitching fingers, but Qin Yong had no strength to hold it tightly, nor did he have a mouth to blow it.

"Wow--"

Grey heard vomiting sounds behind him.

Seeing everything, Gus finally collapsed, his internal organs were overturned and his mouth was spitting out.

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

Grey frowned slightly, stepped forward and grabbed Qin Yong's body. His hands shook, and the muscles on his arms appeared like dragons, throwing the 170 or 80 kilograms of corpse back to his own courtyard.

The blood and messy mucus on the ground were unable to be processed completely, so I could only mess with some soil and dead leaves to cover it up, and it would be discovered soon.

Grey turned around, walked towards his yard, grabbed his brother's collar, and dragged Gus into the house.

"You have good skills and a calm mind. You must have been thinking about this series of offensives for a long time, right?"

Lu Qingchen, who followed in with him, asked with a smile.

"Well, I originally designed to deal with my father-killing enemy, but I didn't expect that this guy Qin Yong would be better off."

Grey wiped the blood beads splattered on his face, and recalled in his heart that it seemed that killing people was not that difficult, and there was no pain, disgust, regret or other feelings.

Instead, it calmed down her heart gradually.

"What is that? After you throw away the serial mechanical crossbow, you equip the weird thing on your arm. There seems to be a big bottle behind you?" Lu Qingchen asked again.

"High-pressure air cannon."

Grey said, "It is to squeeze a lot of air into a very small space and stimulate it again, and then push a small projectile and fly out at a very fast speed. It is a simplified version of the steam gun - I don't understand the specific principles very well, don't you know?"

"As soon as you say that, I'll know."

Lu Qingchen exclaimed, "What a curious technology tree!"

"What?" Gray raised his eyebrows, thinking that this demon was a strange thing.
Chapter completed!