As the leader of the Beggar Gang, Qiao Sanjin's strength is beyond doubt, and what he cultivates is the Beggar Gang Town Gang's Mad Dog Divine Fist.

This punch is extremely strong, once you make a move, it is like a mad dog that never dies!

Everyone in eastern Guangdong knows that it is better to commit a bodhisattva and provoke a mad dog by mistake!

This mad dog refers to Qiao Sanjin.

Since his debut, he has killed three grandmasters, and there are countless masters of internal refining, especially the battle with Liu Qingyuan, which has established his reputation as the number one master in eastern Guangdong.

"Master Qiao is mighty!"

"Qiao Ye Shenwei, kill this ugly ghost!"

When Liu Mingquan and others saw that Qiao Sanjin actually went out in person, they raised their arms and shouted to cheer for Qiao Sanjin.

"Big brother, Qiao Sanjin's cultivation is close to the middle stage of the grandmaster, and the mad dog god fist is invincible in the world, and my father died of hatred because of his fiasco."

"The three black brothers, can you afford it?"

Liu Zhong's eyes were blood-red, and he asked hatefully.

"The world's supernatural powers, only the power is unbreakable!"

"Black Three will win!"

Qin Yi raised his eyes, the light in his pupils flickered, and he smiled indifferently.

"Hehe, there's finally something to do."

Hei San was bloodthirsty and belligerent, and when he saw Qiao Sanjin being strong, he was overjoyed, shaking his head and supporting his shoulders, and his whole body crackled like popping beans.

"Humph!"

"Look at the punch!"

Qiao Sanjin drank coldly, like a mad dog, and crashed straight into Hei San.

Kiss!

Due to its extreme speed and strength, the air was like a huge hole being torn apart alive, and it burst violently.

Hei San only felt that his eyes flashed, and Qiao Sanjin's giant fist had already hit him.

The fist shadow is like a fierce tengu, fierce and tricky, stalking, endless!

With each punch, the air was ignited with a dazzling fire due to the ferocious force.

Whew!

After Qiao Sanjin punched, he barked wildly!

The fist was like electricity, and in the end, the onlookers only saw the two mad dogs turned into the Grandmaster Gangqi, galloping and biting Heisan.

Worst!

Black three surprises!

Joe's three-pound fist can definitely compete with Charlie, or even better!

Charlie's punches are fast, and the power is stacked.

But it's limited to fists, footwork, and it's all up to your own speed!

And Qiao Sanjin is not only infinitely powerful with his fists, but also the mad dog steps under his feet are erratic and dexterous, wrapping left and right, and his left and right fists are impermeable.

Hei San just slowed down such a step and fell behind.

Next, it was completely for the sake of being beaten, and he could only forcibly protect his body with the Jizo Vajra mantra, protect the vital point with both hands, and be attacked by a violent storm.

Rumble!

Black Three is knocked flying!

Before he could get up, Qiao Sanjin kicked his legs, catapulted, and punched again.

Hei San is like a sandbag, constantly falling in the field, constantly being beaten away by Qiao Sanjin, the vajra spell on his body flashes and disappears, there are countless cracks, and the defense is only broken in a moment.

"Hmmm! is worthy of being the first person in eastern Guangdong, the king of Nanguang, Qiao Ye's mad dog divine fist, I am afraid that no one in the world can beat it. ”

"This ugly ghost has no power to parry at all, and in three rounds at most, he will be defeated."

"That is, who is Qiao Ye, what Qin Hou, he is just playing prestige in Jiangdong. If you really see the real chapter with our Qiao Ye, I think I can only send it to death. ”

Everyone in the martial arts world in eastern Guangdong turned to each other, and many people deliberately raised their voices and talked about it in order to please the beggars.

"No, if it goes on like this, the three black brothers will be killed."

Liu Zhong couldn't stand it anymore, so he got up and was about to go on the field to rescue Hei San.

"You are too underestimated to be the black three, just watch the show with peace of mind!"

Qin Yi's gaze fell on Hei San, who was beaten to slag in the field, and a smile appeared on his face.

Hei San just didn't take the lead, and in terms of strength, he was not inferior to Qiao Sanjin.

Moreover, the Yaksha clan itself is strong and fierce, and once the black three burst out of their full potential, they are by no means comparable to Qiao Sanjin.

Rumble!

Black Three was knocked into the air again.

"Haha!"

"Bastard, come on!"

The muscles of Hei San's body were full of cracks inch by inch, covered with green blood, as if they would fall apart at any time. The face door was even more sunken, no longer human-shaped, hidden in the swollen eye bubbles flashing with a fierce light.

Qiao Sanjin's heavy punch came down, and at least a total of one million catties of power exploded.

Even Hei San is unbearable, but he knows that he collides violently, and sometimes winning or losing is a breath of effort, as long as he can survive it, Qiao Sanjin will definitely die.

Phew!

Qiao Sanjin's bearded face was full of surprise, and his mouth and nose breathing became short, and he was inexplicably panicked in his heart.

His eighteen-way mad dog boxing method has already hit seventeen ways, and nearly half of his qi has been consumed!

If you were a bystander, after being punched so hard by him, your liver and brain would have collapsed, your heart and intestines would have turned into blood, and you would have no strength to fight.

And this ugly man is still tough and unyielding, with high morale, like an ancient god of war who can't be killed!

At this moment, his fists were numb!

Millions of catties of strength exploded, and every punch was like hitting steel, and he couldn't bear it!

Qiao Sanjin finally retracted his fists, breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly breathed, preparing to do the last round of fierce fighting.

Kuromi finally got a chance to breathe.

He slowly stood up, wiped the green blood from the corner of his mouth, and Sen sneered: "Hehe, can't move?" ”

"Then let me die!"

"Qin Fist!"

Hei San looked up to the sky and roared at the sky, his eyes were bloody, and his fists slammed hard!

With every punch, the momentum on his body increased sharply, and the fighting spirit increased by one point!

This is the angry battle method in Qin Fist!

When anger accumulates to a certain level, it can often burst out with power beyond its potential in a desperate situation!

Every punch smashed into the field, the energy dispersed, and the bluestone square of Wuyang Palace stretched out like a spider's web!

What a strong spirit!

How so? Why is this guy so strong in fighting to the death!

Qiao Sanjin secretly screamed in his heart.

"Let me show you what the real boxing is!"

Hei San was furious, and rushed over like a bison, his fists smashed into his face like a raging storm.

This is Qin Yi's self-created Qin Fist based on Charlie's battle fist, fusing hundreds of force combat methods from hell, and the Immortal Cloud Step of the Ethereal Sect.

Originally, it was intended to be used by the Great Qin Army, but Hei San was the first practitioner.

"What a quick punch!"

Everyone only saw the big fists of the black three and two big sand bowls, and the storm was advancing forward.

Although Hei San's fist is not as imposing as Qiao Sanjin, it is more calm, pressing step by step, like attacking a city, step by step.

Qiao Sanjin was in a state of confusion at the moment, he had known that Hei San's fist was so powerful, he should finish the last punch and suppress it desperately.

Now that the black three fists are open, it will be difficult for him to seize the opportunity again, so he can only fight hard with fist to fist.

Suddenly, the four fists in the field were facing each other, and there was a bang, like a thunderous burst.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that Qiao Sanjin has been in his legs, and his footwork is not as calm as before.

Hei San roared endlessly, excited and overjoyed.

"There is such an elite divine fist in the world, I'm afraid I'm going to lose three catties!"

Liao Jiugong's white eyes flashed sharply, and he stroked his beard in amazement.