Zhan Twenty-one looked at the sword in Zhu Kunming's hand, which appeared like a trick. Frowning, he shouted a demonic way. Then he used the fist god gloves on his hand to tentatively collide lightly on Zhu Kunming's sword blade.

"Ding" With a crisp sound, after a sword slashed on Zhan Twenty-one's glove, Zhu Kunming held the hilt of the sword tightly, and ignored the unforgiving continuous attack. And Zhan Twenty-One, who underestimated the sharpness of the Seven Star Sword, was even more powerless to fight back for a while.

As the battle became more and more protracted, the strength in Zhu Kunming's hands also increased. The action turned into an afterimage, constantly flashing around Zhan Twenty-one, making Zhan Twenty-one tired to deal with.

"I am the man who wants to rule the world, no one can kill me, no one." Zhan Twenty-one, who was suppressed by Zhu Kunming, shouted unwillingly with the wounds that appeared on his body.

"Really!" Zhu Kunming looked at Zhan Twenty-one's dying struggle, stood in the air in the air, and replied disdainfully; "The world is big, and the masters are like clouds. Even now I'm just a frog at the bottom of a well, what are you doing when you fight twenty-one? Hehe, come on, Zhan Twenty-One, let me cut a knife in your neck, and then obediently go on the road. Zhu Kunming said, holding both hands on the hilt of the sword, focusing the power in the glove on it.

Zhan Twenty looked at the sword in Zhu Kunming's hand, which was shining more and more, and he knew that this sword was extremely sharp, so he hurriedly shouted loudly; "Wind Thunder, Wind Thunder come and help me."

Zhu Kun raised the seven-star sword, and then rushed towards the battle like a jet. Zhu Kunming, who rushed to Zhan Twenty-one's side, sneered, and slashed towards him without hesitation with the sword in his hand.

Looking at Zhu Kunming's sword, Zhan Twenty raised the fist god glove in his hand to protect it on the top of his head, and gathered all the strength of his body on the glove.

With the collision, the dazzling light emitted from the junction of the two, and the entire underground base was illuminated in an instant.

Zhan Twenty-one raised his hand above his head, clutching the blade of the seven-star sword in Zhu Kunming's hand.

Seeing that the seven-star sword was grabbed by Zhan Twenty-one with a glove, Zhu Kunming flew in the air like this, using momentum to carry Zhan Twenty-one, and constantly retreated backwards.

Looking at Zhan Twenty-one with a cold sweat on his face, constantly retreating, wanting to dissolve the force on the sword, Zhu Kunming said with a cruel expression; "Twenty-one, don't struggle, my sword is fast, you won't feel pain."

With a quick retreat, Zhan Twenty-One, who was already against the wall, clutched Zhu Kunming's sword tightly, and even the originally sturdy fist god gloves were cut by the sharp blade of the seven-star sword.

"Tick, tick." Zhan Twenty-one looked at the tip of the sword that was getting closer and closer to his chest, gritted his teeth and persevered, wanting to hold on until the wind and thunder came, not caring about the blood dripping from his hands.

Zhan Twenty-one used all his strength, held the blade of the sword and pushed forward, pushing Zhu Kunming back again and again. "I can't die, the government uses my body to experiment, and I will not be reconciled if I don't overthrow this brutal and ruthless coalition government." With the words, Zhan Twenty-one, who had a crazy face, used his hand without gloves to hit Zhu Kunming's head.

Looking at Zhan Twenty-one's fist, Zhu Kunming smiled cruelly, then lowered his head suddenly, and slammed his head into Zhan Twenty-one's fist with his head.

"Click, ah... Yes! After a brief contact between the two, with a crisp sound, the bones on Zhan Twenty's arm pierced directly through the flesh. Zhan Twenty-one looked at the broken bones that pierced out the muscles, and wailed.

"My physical strength is definitely beyond your imagination. Now that you've lost one hand, how can you fight me! Zhu Kunming looked at Zhan Twenty-One, who was still holding the blade tightly, and said persuasively; Admit defeat Twenty-One, we both have the increase of the Fist God Gauntlet, and all in all, you are not my opponent at all. ”

Zhan Twenty-one looked at Zhu Kunming with a hideous face and roared; "Throw in the towel! You dream. I am the twenty-one, I am the strongest man, and no one can defeat me. ”

"Really!" Zhu Kunming flew on top of Zhan Twenty-one's head, holding his two hands on the hilt of the sword. The tip of the sword from the top down stabbed towards the chest of Zhan Twenty-One.

With the increased strength in Zhu Kunming's hand, he couldn't hold on to Zhan Twenty-one, and his arm slowly bent. And with the movement on Zhan Twenty-one's arm, the tip of the Seven Star Sword slowly pressed against Zhan Twenty-one's chest.

"I can't die, I haven't taken revenge, I can't die!" Kneeling on one knee, Zhan Twenty-One looked at the tip of the sword in horror, watching it slowly stab into his chest.

In this way, with the piercing of the tip of the sword, crimson blood gushed out as if it didn't want money, and quickly stained Zhan Twenty-One's chest red. Feeling the sharp pain coming from his body, Zhan Yiwen opened his mouth wide, kept inhaling heavily, and looked directly into Zhu Kunming's eyes with his eyes.

Looking at Zhan Twenty-One's eyes, Zhu Kunming indifferently descended from the air and stood on the ground. Zhu Kunming, who was standing on the ground, looked at Zhan Twenty-one with a distorted face. Holding the hilt of the sword in front of his chest, he stabbed hard at the battle twenty-one who was kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"Doesn't it hurt? Don't struggle. If you can't do it, you should go with peace of mind, so that you won't feel pain. Looking at Zhan Twenty-One's resistance, Zhu Kunming said with a smile.

Tread, tread, tread, tread. With the sound of rapid footsteps, Zhu Kunming, who was about to stab the blade into the heart of Zhan Twenty-One, looked up. At a glance, I saw the man running briskly. Zhu Kunming looked at the silver mask on this person's face, and immediately recognized that he was the father of the light of the mountain. The three masters of the original police force, now this brainwashed fighting machine, Wind Thunder.

Zhan Twenty-one looked at the wind and thunder running in confusion, and his eyes, which were originally a little sloppy, also regained their brilliance; "Wind, thunder. Wind and thunder, quick, come, save me! Zhan Twenty-one opened his mouth with difficulty, and the two simple sentences were originally simple, but Zhan Twenty-one seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Looking at the wind and thunder kicked, Zhu Kunming pulled out his sword, and then kicked Zhan Twenty-one in the chest, kicking Zhan Twenty-one out directly. Zhu Kun shook off the blood on his sword, and then slashed towards the wind and thunder.

"In the God of Fighters, a waste who doesn't even have gloves wants to fight with me! It's overwhelming! ”

"Brush, brush, brush." With three abnormal sounds, Zhu Kunming, who was holding a sword in his hand, quickly jumped up from the ground, and then turned into three afterimages and appeared beside the wind and thunder in the air.

Zhu Kunming, who returned to the ground, looked at it indifferently, and was quickly cut into six sections by himself, and said with a smile; "The fire of the little insects also wants to shine!"

"War Twenty-One, we're not done yet! You're in such a hurry to leave, where do you want to go! After killing the wind and thunder with a few swords, Zhu Kunming dragged the sword to the ground, and walked towards the battle twenty who was covering his chest and struggling to run towards the gate, and drew sword marks on the ground.

Zhan Twenty looked at Zhu Kunming, who was walking slowly, and staggered towards the door. And with the pace of Zhan Twenty-one, a long line of blood composed of blood also dripped from the ground he walked on.

Zhan Twenty covered the unstoppable blood in his chest, and said with a pale face; "Zhu Kunming, you don't remember, I invited you to dinner back then! You and I have no grievances, let me go! ”

Zhu Kun held the sword in his hand and said with a smile; "Zhan Twenty-One, you are also a master, don't say such things, otherwise I will look down on you."

Hearing this, Zhan Twenty-one endured the pain and waved his hand at the iron bucket placed at the door. hit the dozen or so iron drums filled with gasoline towards Zhu Kunming.

Seeing the flying iron bucket, Zhu Kun's famous sword was lifted and split in half one by one.

Looking at the gasoline flowing on the ground, Zhan Twenty punched the ground one by one, igniting all the gasoline on the ground.

"Damn it!" Looking at the sea of fire in front of him, Zhu Kunming frowned and took a few steps back, not desperately catching up. Because Zhu Kunming's task is to defeat the three masters and keep the boxing gloves for a month. Now that Zhu Kunming's task is complete, as long as he waits for a month, he will be able to return to reality. So as for whether Zhan Twenty-one escaped, Zhu Kunming didn't care.

"Bang" Standing in front of the sea of fire, Zhu Kunming, who was just about to leave, heard a muffled sound, and then saw Zhan Twenty-one flying out of the sea of fire. Zhu Kunming looked at Zhan Twenty-one who fell to the ground, at this time, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his chest was sunken in, obviously unable to survive.

"Which side is the master? Sheriff, are you here? Zhu Kunming looked at the sea of fire and asked in a loud voice. Because in his opinion, even if Zhan Twenty was seriously injured, it was not something that those juniors could provoke. The battle twenty-one with the gloves of the god of boxing in his hand represents the top force in the world of the god of boxing.

"Hehe, Master Zhu, I didn't expect us to meet so soon!" With a heavy laugh, the flame was extinguished by a strange gale. Behind the extinguished flames, a group of figures emerged.

"Sheriff! The light of the mountain, fluttering! Iron Wave! Zhu Kunming looked at the people in front of him and laughed; What a coincidence! If you are adding the battle of the twenty-one, and the wind and thunder inside, the protagonists and supporting characters of this world, this time it will be all together! ”

"Where's my daddy?" After hearing Zhu Kunming's words, Shanzhiguang immediately asked.

"Your father!" Zhu Kunming looked at the mountain light with an eager face, and Ah Piao, who seemed to be looking for something back and forth, shook his head and said; "No need to look for it, your father is obsessed, and now he has been sent to the West Heaven by me."

"You killed my father! I'm fighting with you! After hearing that his father, who had been looking for many years, died at the hands of Zhu Kunming, the light of the mountain rushed towards Zhu Kunming angrily, wanting to avenge his dead ghost father.

Watching the mountain light rush out of his side, the sheriff grabbed the mountain light by the shoulder. The sheriff looked at the mountain light with a crazy face, shook his head; "Ah Guang, don't be impulsive, your father is not his opponent with punches, what's the use of you going up?"

Zhu Kunming looked at the people in front of him, hugged the seven-star sword in his arms, and said; "Sheriff is right, you don't have enough qualifications to fight me!" After saying this, Zhu Kunming looked at the sheriff with a solemn face and said with a smile; "Sheriff, I've completed our agreement, and now I'm going back to cult my cultivation, farewell."

The sheriff looked down at the electronic watch on his wrist and replied to Zhu Kunming; "Don't worry, I still want you to help with something, why don't you help me before leaving."

Listening to the sheriff's words, the corners of Zhu Kunming's mouth curled slightly; "I don't care about anything, but I won't make a move if I don't have enough chips."

The sheriff walked quietly towards Zhu Kunming, and said as he walked; "Hehe, this matter is very simple for you, you must help me."