Chapter 167: Fiasco (first, ask for subscription)

"Boom!"
The seemingly ordinary Huang Shu's strength is indeed terrifying.
Almost in the blink of an eye, a distance of tens of meters came in front of him, and a heavy fist hit Chu Mo's face.
"Boom!"
Chu Mo raised his hand to block his fist, but the oncoming face was the roaring fist, and his black hair danced wildly.
Is like bluestone under the typhoon, but the earth under Chu Mo's feet can't bear it, and a crack with the thickness of the finger joints expands quickly.
"it is good!"
Huang Shu sighed aloud, trying to hit Chu Mo with an elbow, but his face suddenly changed, but he found that his fists would not be received.
The beautiful palm firmly gripped Uncle Huang's fist, the two were fighting!
"Click ~ Click ~"
There were more and more cracks at the feet, and the whole earth became fragmented.
"Boom!"
A breath of lightning like a raging dragon ran across the sky, and the dark clouds rolled over and overlaid. Blocked the sun's brilliance.
A downpour came just right.
"Wow la la ~"
The big raindrops of the beans fell one after another, and the violent winds rose, accompanied by the fierce lightning, which illuminated the dark sky from time to time.
Uncle Huang's face became serious, and he no longer struggled. The left palm is like a long knife, chopping towards Chu Mo's neck.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Under the rainy night, the two fisted like a wind, and every time they collided, they produced a muffled sound no less than lightning.
Uncle Huang is indeed a hard qigong master, and his strength cannot be underestimated. Chu Mo also intends to use his hand to temper his own shortcomings.
If he fights with all his strength, Chu Mo is confident to take the name of the other party within three strokes.
But at the moment, the field is just a fist-to-fist confrontation. Hezi, Shadow, Nano Armor, and Chu Mo are not used.
"Boom!"
There was another confrontation between fists and feet. Chu Mo avoided a palm print sideways, and immediately a whip leg struck.
There was a muffled sound, and the burst of force shook the approaching rain.
"Hoo ... Huo ..." Uncle Huang gasped for two breaths, focusing on fighting again and again, again and again, and exhausted. Feel free to start with him, and he aggressively attacked in an extremely exhausting way.
He didn't want to give Chu Mo a chance to fight back.
Almost every second, the two have already fought three or four times.
"Boom!"
Chu Mo seemed to find a flaw and immediately punched him. But at the next moment, Uncle Huang's left leg suddenly moved back and bowed down a bit, but he just escaped the attack.
At the same time, the clenched fist had already accumulated enough force to directly hit Chu Mo's abdomen.
Flying out of a figure, it was Chu Mo.
Chu Mo flew out dozens of meters and smashed into a building beside the street, instantly shattering all the strengthened glass. A building with dozens of floors even collapsed.
Uncle Huang gritted his teeth, he did not have the slightest ease on his face, his right foot slammed on the ground, and a lot of water had accumulated on the sunken ground.
Splashed countless rain, Uncle Huang waved quickly, a drop of rain instantly turned into silk thread, hard to see with the naked eye, and rushed towards the crumbling building.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The whole building collapsed. Uncle Huang's face was a little ugly. The right fist that had just hit Chu Mo was trembling. He even suspected that he was actually fighting a mountain.
The violent and heavy rain is still there. Uncle Huang stared at the ruins in front of him. He was really lack of energy, which was his strongest blow.
"Pap! Pap! Pap!"
A burst of applause sounded, even though the noise was noisy under the rain, it was not covered.
Chu Mo came out of the ruins and gently clapped his palms. He looked a little embarrassed, and several points in the combat uniform were cut.
My hair was wet, and there was some dust.
"If I only compare my fists and feet, I've already lost." Chu Mo said lightly, "I can admire you if I can practice to this point."
After all, the corpse brother plane is not a specialized martial arts world.
Chu Mo is a divine body, not to mention how terrible it is. The power of tens of tons with one hand is not something that ordinary people can resist.
Even if it was one of the eighteen bronze men, Chu Mo was confident that the latter could not carry him.
But Uncle Huang was able to fight him for so long.
"But ... that's it." Chu Mo's face suddenly cooled down. After all, tempering was still tempering. He didn't have the habit of turning a boat in a gutter.
Chu Mo's eyes began to change, and the red awn released by the scarlet He eyes was reflected by the raindrops on his cheeks.
Logically speaking, even the strength of SSS-class heroes is limited.
But Hezi can be said to be Chu Mo's gene. It benefited from the dark mystery, especially after Chu Mo's promotion to the body, it also became stronger as it should have.
There was only one Yu Hyuk who came out from behind his right shoulder, but the torrential rain did not wet the flames on Yu Hyuk.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
A deep red crystal feather flew out.
Uncle Huang gritted his teeth. Although he was struggling, he still pulled back suddenly, and at the same time he slapped on the ground with a palm.
"Wow!"
Cement stone slab with a thickness of more than ten centimeters is like paper paste at the moment. It was easily penetrated by feathers, breaking Huang Shu's body protection and hitting dozens of them in the blink of an eye.
A mouthful of scarlet blood was sprayed on the stone slab. Uncle Huang shook his hands slightly and fell to his knees on the ground.
"I forgot to tell you that although I don't understand martial arts, I still know a few or two of a few important points." Chu Mo said coldly, there were eleven acupuncture veins on his body, and a pulse was opened. .
Chu Mo launched thirteen Yuhe and hit twelve!
Is exactly the most important twelve acupuncture points on Uncle Huang's body. The last goal is his heart, and he was caught by him when he got a shot.
Holding a crystal feather in his right hand, scarlet blood dripping down the tail of the feather.
Fiasco!
Uncle Huang smiled bitterly, but did not expect that he would lose so miserably.
"Master!"
The butcher apparently noticed the situation of Uncle Huang, and his heart was irritable, and he swung forward with a sharp knife, forcibly repelling the attack of Captain Syrah, and wanted to support his master.
"Stupid, can also be distracted at this time."
Captain Sera sneered, and the golden arc flashing between his palms suddenly became apparent, and he pulled forward.
The little butcher froze for a moment, thinking that Captain Syrah was going to attack again, and although he was irritable, he turned to prepare for defense. But the butcher knife in his hand was suddenly pulled by a forceful force.
He was careless for a while, his weapon came out.
Almost at the next moment, fifty-five poison scorpion daggers came through the heart, and the scarlet blood bloomed like a rose.
Captain Shala stepped forward, he was cautious, not to mention went to the world of corpse brother, and saw many undead monsters.
A stream of light fell on his hand, Captain Xila waved hard, and a head was thrown towards the sky.
Little butcher died in battle!
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(End of this chapter)