Chapter 120, Spike! Fist of Death!

The four momentum collided with each other, and one of them seemed to have sparked in the air, and although the momentum was high, none of the four people moved. The lively gladiatorial arena became dead silent after a while. Even the host didn't speak, after all, this is not a good time to speak. How long has he been here, and his strength is so up and down, of course he knows that this is a test of the four people.

After a while, Jijing immediately switched to Jidong. The "Beamon Behemoth" pressed his body and rushed towards the "Wind Hunter" like a wild bull, and the latter said, "Is it me who is the weakest?" At the same time, he took out the longbow he was carrying behind his back and shot three arrows with lightning speed.

If you beat a dog, you will be killed, I don't know who said this sentence in the team, it should be Gu Bai or Qin Yue. When Pa Zhi thought of this, he also rushed to the "Wind Hunter", indeed, for himself and the "Beamon Behemoth", the "Wind Hunter" should be the first target.

The physique is weak, and the short-range restraint is restrained. Who do you hit if you don't hit?

Three arrows grazed past the "Behemoth" of Beamon, who didn't think about the reason at all, so he didn't bother with it. But just a second later, he felt three great forces blocking his progress. Yes, it's the wind! It's a hurricane over that stormy desert!

The wind and current lifted the "Beamon Behemoth" to the ground, and the latter's feet were still on the ground, and his body puffed up his muscles in an instant. He actually resisted the wind with manpower!

"You must die !!" "Beamon Behemoth" was obviously angry, if he had to kill the "Wind Hunter" because of Shengke and condition problems, then now he sensed the danger approaching. And his way of doing this is to make the source of danger disappear completely. Or....escape.

Of course, at this point, he has only one option. Despite the great power of the wind and the extremely penetrating arrows, he still kept running forward.

Compared with the "Beamon Behemoth", the situation of Pa Zhi is much better. It only takes a second, and after a second, he can contact the "Wind Hunter", but it is also in this second that things change. A blue streamer shot at him, and the speed was incalculable.

Sudden arrest, post-ang. The blue streamer grazed straight into the ground two centimeters in front of him, and a blue lightning bolt shot up into the sky, and the arc flashed non-stop.

"It's the lightning that God punishes!" The divine punishment lightning of the "King of the Gods" once again shines here in Kakuto! The passionate tone in the host's words, coupled with the blue lightning of the "King of the Gods", suddenly mobilized the atmosphere of the gladiatorial arena. Cheers were everywhere and around.

Pa Zhi looked coldly at the label on the ground that the heat had not yet disappeared, and the bloody battle intent was heard at once. He could feel the heat in his blood and the stimulants that were constantly secreted from his brain.

Turning around, he immediately ran towards the "King of the Gods", at this time he didn't think about all the battle win rates, he just wanted to fight, fight, fight! Only fight the strong man and then knock him down. is what he wants most, and only in this way can the boiling blood be cooled.

"Hah!" The "King of the Gods" couldn't imagine how much Pa Zhi's speed would increase all at once, and his two hands were as fast as machinery, and more than a dozen javelins had already shot out, and in the middle, there was also real thunder and lightning!

Staring at the blinding flashes of light, Pazi didn't flinch at all. Because he knew that as long as there was a slight hesitation, then a charred corpse full of holes would appear on the ground.

Sharp turn, random step! One by one, Pa dodged the oncoming javelins, as fast as if there was only an afterimage of the stone chips rubbed by the footboard. After many deathfights, at this time, he had already broken through the shackles of Muay Thai and played his own style. Including this step, fist, footwork, knees, elbows, and angles, people all call this kind of Pa Zhi, which is called the Death Stream!

Ten steps. The distance between the "King of the Gods" and Pa Zhi was only ten steps. The two looked at each other, and Pa saw contempt in the eyes of the "King of the Gods", while the "King of the Gods" saw the eyes of the dead.

"Why is that?" This is the last thought of the "King of the Gods" in this life, and he originally wanted to use a flash of light to distance him. A huge black cloud-like fist was seen, and then, everything fell silent. ,

"Fist of Death !!!!" Pazai threw a straight punch from the ten paces away. The speed of the punch made him look as if he had lost his arm, and he couldn't even see the afterimage.

Ten steps, Pazi's fist unleashed a powerful cannonball. He passed through the body of the "king of the gods", passed through the ring of the gladiatorial arena, missed the rocks in the ground ....

"————————Boom" The black fog suddenly exploded, and the huge ring instantly lost a quarter of its size. A perfectly round ball was left there. As for the "king of the gods", no one cares anymore. This kind of attack, he must have dissipated into the air a long time ago.

Silence, silence, deathly silence. It doesn't matter if it's the host, or the audience in the gladiatorial arena, or the "Beamon Behemoth" and "Wind Hunter" who are in the midst of a fierce fight, they all stopped. They all turned their heads in the direction of Pazi, looking at the spherical gap.

At this moment, no one spoke, let alone a voice. Everyone's brains are breaking through from this blank situation little by little. Many people's mouths are slowly opened. The eyes are opening wider and wider, and the pupils are shrinking and shrinking. Horror, horror!

"Heh~" everyone's sensitive ears only heard a breathable sound. It was Pazi, it was he who exhaled. He was one of the first to reply. Although it seemed ironic to say this, he was indeed shocked. He hadn't thought that this perfected Death Fist would be so powerful, and the last time, and the first time he used it, it would have smashed that person into minced flesh at most. And this time? I can't find the ashes!

One second, two seconds, three seconds. Five seconds after this breath, the host standing on a high place began, stammering as if he hadn't organized his words: "Seconds... Second... Spike !! The 'King of the Gods' was defeated by the 'Grim Reaper'... One... One punch to kill it!! After saying the most, the host hissed and shouted as hard as he could. The sound was constantly spreading from the heights. Wave after wave.

"Ah!!!h

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