Chapter 3462: The enemy of iron fist (twenty-nine) bombing and killing (1/2)

The storm of death is like a thunderstorm in a summer afternoon, coming too suddenly.

The devout followers of Fist God couldn't accept such horrible pictures for a while, and they all remained strangely rigid, like strange statues.

Even their facial features and facial muscles were not prepared. They still maintained the contempt and excitement they just had, but they felt something was wrong. The confusion permeated from every pore and concentrated into a cloud of mist before their eyes.

In the mist, Gus's figure was a bit erratic, like a monster crawling out of hell.

Gus was as lost as they were.

Look at the two legs that are left, and I don't know if I should continue to call them ”Han Kou”, then look at the ”Thunder-3” in my arms.

The recoil of fire and ice shook his limbs numb, and the numbness of the needle-point **** made the dream and reality gradually merge together.

I did it.

This is my strength.

I killed the Han Kou, the Han Kou who was as famous as my sister in the town!

Gus grinned, smiling as happy as a demon.

While 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 he 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 has just happened.

Therefore, Zhou Yan simply forgot what had happened just now.

It doesn't matter whether he is deceiving himself or others, or he is determined, in short, he regards what happened just now as some kind of blindfold, a demon's illusion, and even a test of the **** of fist.

As long as he is unwavering and undaunted, he will throw a strong punch at the enemy.

So, the supreme, invincible, and unique boxing god, will definitely bless him, protect him, and even come to him, right?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan leaped high towards Gus.

Twenty years of hard training-from swaying with sandbags when he was learning words, to gritting his teeth while others were playing and making trouble, from the ardent expectation of his parents to the solemn gaze of the towering statue of the **** of fist in the temple of fist , The memory of the past seems to be transformed into a brand new force, perfused into every bundle of his meridians, every blood vessel, every muscle and every cell.

”Fisting God help me!”

He yelled violently, and felt something awakened in his body that had been dormant for a long time.

In an instant, countless marvelous arts and skills appeared in his mind, and he was enlightened, suddenly enlightened, as if reborn, surpassing the pinnacle.

”Breakthrough!”

Everyone saw the fierce battle flames surging from Zhou Yan.

It really seemed like a blessing from the **** of fist, 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 thought that Zhou Yan, who had always been down-to-earth and therefore some unknown young man, would explode such a powerful force from the excitement of the demon and apostle, with his own piety and tenacity.

In an instant, everyone's mood suddenly reversed. The scene where Han Kou was blown up by Gus was forcibly forgotten by them. Instead, only Zhou Yan's brilliance was left.