Zhan Eryi looked at the sword in Qin Hui's hand that appeared like a magic trick. He frowned and shouted "The Demonic Heretic". Then he used the fist god gloves he was wearing in his hand to tentatively hit Qin Hui's sword edge.

"Ding" With the crisp sound, after slashing Zhan Eryi's glove with one sword, Qin Hui held the hilt tightly and attacked continuously without permission. Zhan Eryi, who underestimated the sharpness of the seven-star sword, was beaten to no avail for a moment.

As the battle became more and more persistent, Qin Hui's hands became stronger and stronger. His movements turned into a afterimage, flashing around Zhan Eryi, making Zhan Eryi exhausted from dealing with it.

"I am a man who wants to rule the world. No one can kill me, no one." Zhan Eryi, who was suppressed by Qin Hui, shouted unwillingly with the wounds on his body.

"Is that true?" Qin Hui looked at Zhan Eryi's dying struggle, stood in the air, and replied disdainfully, "The world is so great, and there are experts. Even now I am just a frog in the well. What is your Battle of Zhan Eryi? Haha, come on Zhan Eryi, let me slash your neck, and then go on the road obediently." Qin Hui said, holding both hands on the hilt of the sword, focusing the power in the glove on it.

Zhan Eryi looked at the sword that was getting more and more radiant in Qin Hui's hand. He knew that the sword was extremely sharp, and quickly shouted loudly, "Feng Lei, Feng Lei, come and help me."

Qin Hui raised the Seven-Star Sword, and then rushed towards Zhan Eryi like a jet. Qin Hui, who rushed to Zhan Eryi, sneered and slashed at him without hesitation with the sword in his hand.

Looking at Qin Hui's sword light, Zhan Eryi raised the fist god glove in his hand to protect it on his head, and gathered all the strength in his body on the glove.

"Crack" As the collision was met, the dazzling light emitted from the intersection of the two, instantly illuminating the entire underground base.

Zhan Eryi raised his hand over his head and held the blade of the Seven-Star Sword in Qin Hui's hand tightly.

Seeing the Seven-Star Sword being grabbed by Zhan Eryi with gloves, Qin Hui flew in the air, using impulse to carry Zhan Eryi and constantly retreating.

Looking at Zhan Eryi, who was sweating on his face, constantly retreating, trying to resolve the strength of the sword, Qin Hui said cruelly, "Zhan Eryi, don't struggle anymore, my sword is very fast, you won't feel pain."

As he quickly retreated, Zhan Eryi, who had already stood against the wall, grabbed Qin Hui's sword tightly. Even the originally extremely strong Fist God Glove was cut by the sharp blade of the Seven Star Sword.

"Tick, Tick." Zhan Eryi looked at the tip of the sword that was getting closer and closer to his chest, gritted his teeth and persevered, wanting to persevere until Feng Lei arrived, without taking any care of the blood dripping from his hands.

Zhan Eryi used all his strength to hold the sword and push Qin Hui forward, pushing him backwards. "I can't die. The government uses my body to experiment. I will never give up if I don't overthrow this brutal and ruthless coalition government." As he spoke, Zhan Eryi, with a crazy look on his face, used his hand without gloves to hit Qin Hui's head.

Looking at Zhan Eryi's fist, Qin Hui smiled cruelly, then lowered her head suddenly and hit Zhan Eryi's fist hard with her forehead.

"Crack, ah...ah!" After the two briefly contacted each other, with a crisp sound, the bones on Zhan Eryi's arm penetrated directly from the flesh. Zhan Eryi looked at the broken bones that pierced the muscles and wailed.

"My physical strength is definitely beyond your imagination. Now that you have one hand out of your hands, how can you fight me!" Qin Hui looked at Zhan Eryi, who was still holding the sword blade tightly, and persuaded him, "Give up and fight 21, we have the increase in the fist god gloves between each other. In summary, you are not my opponent at all."

Zhan Eryi looked at Qin Hui with a ferocious look on his face and roared, "Absent! You dream. I am Zhan Eryi, I am the strongest man, no one can defeat me."

"Is that true?" Qin Huifei held both hands on the hilt of the sword above Zhan Eryi's head. He stabbed the tip of the sword from top to bottom and stabbed Zhan Eryi's chest.

As Qin Hui increased his strength in his hands, Zhan Eryi could not hold on, and his arm slowly bent. As Zhan Eryi's arm moved, the tip of the Seven-Star Sword slowly pressed against Zhan Eryi's chest.

"I can't die. I haven't taken revenge yet. I can't die!" Zhan Eryi, who was kneeling on one knee, looked at the tip of the sword in fear, and watched it slowly pierce into his chest.

In this way, as the tip of the sword penetrated, the dark red blood poured out as if it was not enough for money, and quickly dyed Zhan Eryi's chest red. Feeling the severe pain from his body, Zhan Eryi opened his mouth wide and kept inhaling breathing, looking straight at Qin Hui's eyes.

Looking at Zhan Eryi's eyes, Qin Hui fell from the air and stood on the ground indifferently. Qin Hui, who was standing on the ground, looked at Zhan Eryi with a twisted face. He hugged the hilt of the sword in front of him, and stabbed him hard at Zhan Eryi who was kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"Does it hurt so much? Don't struggle. Zhan Eryi, you can't do it, so you should go with peace of mind, so that you won't feel pain." Qin Hui said with a smile as she looked at Zhan Eryi's resistance.

Step, step, step, step. With the sound of fast footsteps, Qin Hui was about to stab the sword blade into Zhan Eryi's heart and looked up. He saw the man running quickly. Qin Hui looked at the silver mask on the man's face and immediately recognized that he was Shan Zhiguang's father. The three masters of the police force, now the brainwashed combat machine, Feng Lei.

Zhan Eryi looked at Feng Lei running towards him in confusion, and his originally dispersed eyes also shine again; "Wind, Lei. Feng Lei, hurry up, come and save me!" Zhan Eryi spoke with difficulty. In two simple sentences, Zhan Eryi seemed to have used all his strength in his body.

Looking at Feng Lei who kicked him, Qin Hui pulled out the sword, then kicked Zhan Eryi in the chest, kicking Zhan Eryi out directly. Qin Hui shook the blood on the sword, and then slashed towards Feng Lei.

"Among the Fist God, a waste who doesn't even have gloves, wants to fight me! I'm really overestimating my ability!"

"Brush, brush, brush." ​​With three abnormal sounds, Qin Hui, holding the sword in her hand, jumped up quickly from the ground, and then turned into three afterimages and appeared beside Feng Lei in the air.

Qin Hui, who returned to the ground, looked indifferently, and was quickly cut into six sections of Feng Lei by herself, and smiled, "The little worm fire also wants to shine!"

"Ji Yeyi, we are not over yet! You are leaving in such a hurry, where do you want to go!" After killing Feng Lei with a few swords, Qin Hui dragged the sword to the ground, heading towards Zhan Eryi, who was covering her chest and struggling to run towards the gate, and cut sword marks on the ground.

Zhan Eryi looked at Qin Hui who was walking slowly, and walked towards the gate with a staggering pace. As Zhan Eryi took a long blood line dripping from the ground he walked past.

Zhan Eryi covered the unstoppable blood on his chest and said with a pale face; "Qin Hui, you don't remember. I invited you to dinner back then! You and I have no grudges, let me go!"

Qin Hui held the sword in her hand and said with a smile, "Zhan Eryi, you are a master, don't say such words, otherwise I will look down on you."

After hearing this, Zhan Eryi endured the pain and waved his hand to the iron bucket placed at the door. He beat the dozen or so iron buckets containing gasoline towards Qin Hui.

Seeing the iron barrel flying in, Qin Hui raised the sword and split it in half one by one.

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

"Damn it!" Looking at the sea of ​​fire in front of him, Qin Hui frowned and took a few steps back without catching up. Because Qin Hui's mission was to defeat the three masters and retain the fist god gloves for a month. Now that Qin Hui's mission has been completed, he can return to reality as soon as a month comes. Therefore, Qin Hui doesn't care whether Zhan Eryi will escape.

"Bang" Qin Hui, who was standing in front of the sea of ​​fire, heard a muffled sound, and then he saw Zhan Eryi flying out of the sea of ​​fire. Qin Hui looked at Zhan Eryi who was lying on the ground. At this time, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth and his chest was sunken. He obviously couldn't survive.

"Which expert? Sheriff, are you here?" Qin Hui looked at the sea of ​​fire and asked loudly. Because in his opinion, even Zhan Eryi was seriously injured, it was not something that the younger generation could provoke. Zhan Eryi, with the fist god gloves in his hand, represents the top force in the fist god world.

"Haha, Master Qin, I didn't expect we would meet so soon!" With the heavy laughter, the flames were extinguished by a bizarre strong wind. A group of figures appeared behind the extinguished flames.

"Sheriff! Mountain Light, Piaopiao! Tielang!" Qin Hui looked at the people in front of her and laughed, "What a coincidence! If you add Zhan Eryi and Feng Lei inside, the protagonists and supporting characters in this world will be here this time!"

"Where is my dad?" Shan Zhiguang asked immediately after hearing Qin Hui's words.

"Your father!" Qin Hui looked at the mountain light with an anxious face, and Apiao, who seemed to be looking for something back and forth, shook her head and said, "No need to look for it, your father is obsessed with it, and now I have been sent to the Western Paradise."

"You killed my father! I will fight you!" After hearing that his father, who had been looking for for many years, died at Qin Hui's hands, Shan Zhiguang rushed towards Qin Hui in anger, wanting to avenge his dead father.

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

Qin Hui looked at the people in front of her, hugged the Seven-Star Sword in her arms, and said, "The Sheriff is right. If you want to fight me, you are not qualified!" After saying this, Qin Hui looked at the Sheriff with a serious face and smiled, "Sir, I have completed our agreement. Now I want to go back to practice separating, say goodbye."

The sheriff looked down at the electronic watch on his wrist and replied to Qin Hui, "No hurry, I want something to ask you for help, why don't you help me before leaving."

Listening to the sheriff's words, Qin Hui's lips curled up slightly; "I don't care about anything, but I don't have enough chips, so I won't take action."
Chapter completed!