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[Heaven and Earth Black List] Chapter 026, Iron Prison Survivor

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"You are... Zhou Shaohua?!!" Yang Jing suddenly popped out such a name that surprised him, Zhou Shaohua, the head of the iron prison, whose strength is comparable to that of the death prison grave guard!

So... the other three are...

During the first confrontation, Yang Jing felt a vague sense of familiarity from these four people, but Zhou Shaohua deliberately used saber techniques to cover up his most conspicuous Bajiquan, so he didn't think about it at all.

It turned out to be him, no wonder the fight was so difficult.

Although Skynet's evaluation of human strength is reasonable, it is aimed at a broad group of people and is not suitable for everyone. The group of lunatics in Chixiang Prison has a lot of discrepancies with the specific level framework.According to the evaluation standards under normal circumstances, the masters of the iron supervisors are high-ranking silver, but when they really fight, the madness and killing intent are enough to make up for the gap in many aspects, even those outsiders who have stepped into the gold rank with half a foot Anyone can challenge.Just like Luo Shengkai can persevere under the impact of the gold primary powerhouse in a real battle.

In all fairness, these powerhouses who came out of Chixiang Prison are half a level higher than the powerhouses of the same level anywhere in the world, even the black boxing training camp and the death fighting training camp known as the devil base. , are far inferior to the hell of Chixiang Prison, which can temper people.

"I didn't expect you to know me, Yang Jing. You are stronger than when you were in Chixiang Prison." The identity was exposed, and there was no need to continue to cover up. The black cloth was torn off to reveal the sharp cheeks, and the tattered black robe Afterwards, it was discarded, and the main body was revealed, and the masculine and lean aura was undisguised.

It was Zhou Shaohua, one of the few family heads who escaped from Chixiang Prison, the head of the Iron Prison!

"Hey, who am I? It's really you. It turns out that you bastards are playing tricks. But... I haven't seen you for a few days, and you, Zhou Shaohua, have become someone else's running dog. It's really sad." Yang Jing smiled coldly, his eyes Returning to ferocity and fanaticism again, although I am still wondering why this kind of beast appeared in the wolf pack, the fighting spirit is even more fierce.Whoever he is, leave these things to Brother Cheng or Xu Yun as a headache, as long as he can fight to his heart's content and break through the defense line, the rest has nothing to do with him.

Inexplicable hatred flashed across the depths of his eyes, Zhou Shaohua snorted coldly: "Who is who's running dog, who is the final winner, it's too early to say!"

"Really? It seems that you are still a little narrow-minded, but I am not interested in these things." Yang Jing's momentum rose again, and his fighting spirit seemed to drive out the cold of the winter night.The tungsten gold stick shook, pointed at Zhou Shaohua obliquely: "I have long wanted to understand the power of Bajiquan, Zhou Shaohua...don't let me down."

"Don't let me down either." Zhou Shaohua took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly amid the friction of his creaking joints, and a stronger breath than before circulated slowly around his body, no longer bound, no longer Containment, I can finally unleash my strength to my heart's content! !

"Bajiquan——open!!" Zhou Shaohua roared and attacked with his mind and his strength. He moved like a bow and thundered, and the iron fist that burst fiercely blasted at Yang Jing.

"Come on!!" Yang Jing's eyes were round, furious like a tiger, and he concentrated his strength on his hands and stick, and blasted at the iron fist without fancy like a tsunami.

Clang! !The iron fist and big stick were bombarded in an instant, and the surging and fierce force was like two huge waves colliding head-on, exploding with a bang, roaring and reverberating.

Like fierce tigers, the two retreated at the same time, Yang Jing retreated three and a half steps, Zhou Shaohua retreated five steps, the difference between the strong and the weak was immediately apparent.

"Haha! Come again!!" Both hands and arms fully received the terrifying power from the shock of the tungsten gold stick, and the severe pain was clearly transmitted, but Yang Jing was enjoying the severe pain like taking drugs, and the roar was even worse. , with even more evil intentions, the big stick churned and rushed forward.

"As you wish!" Zhou Shaohua did not back down, stomped his feet fiercely, exerted force on his heels, walked on his waist, pierced his fists, and brazenly met the tungsten gold stick, with extremely manic explosive power surging in every impact .

Bajiquan belongs to the short boxing method, and its movements are extremely vigorous.The attacking technique emphasizes taking every inch and hitting hard, and is extremely aggressive. It shows the bravery of melee combat in the midst of being beaten, helped, squeezed, leaned on, collapsed, and shaken.In addition, Bajiquan's movements are vigorous, simple and unpretentious, with explosive force, and it has the potential of "swinging the arms to the sky, stomping the feet to shake the Kyushu", and is praised by the outside world as the master of melee combat.Zhou Shaohua was able to learn Bajiquan to great success, and after several years of honing in the "Chixiang Hell", how powerful it is, you don't ask yourself!

Zhou Shaohua looks like a crazy tiger, combining strength and blowing air, the combination of strength, the unity of inside and outside, the more he fights, the stronger he becomes, the more ruthless he becomes.The roar is like thunder, the momentum is majestic, the force is exerted from all directions, the whole body is eyes, the whole body is hands, the movements are flexible and exquisite!

Walking like walking in mud, leaning close to his body, Zhou Shaohua charged Yang Jing again and again, trying to break through the big stick and wrestle with him!

Yang Jing writhed from side to side, hitting hard rounds, trying to avoid being leaned on by him.He has long heard about the power of Bajiquan in close combat. Once it is close to his body, the big stick will lose its effect, which is equivalent to fighting with bare hands and fine steel gloves.Although he was proud, he was not so proud that he fought head-to-head with Bajiquan like Di Cheng did back then.

What's more... Zhou Shaohua has his advantages and strengths, and Yang Jing also has his own advantages and strengths.

The force of the 88-jin tungsten gold stick under the control of brute force is terrifying enough. Every time it hits, fierce sparks will burst out, and Zhou Shaohua's ferocious tiger-like offensive will be blocked.

Without the support of the other three, Zhou Shaohua could not make up for the gap in strength even if he exerted his Bajiquan with all his strength.What's more, if the competition is fierce, Yang Jing is only stronger than him, not weaker!

In just 5 minutes, Zhou Shaohua's ferocious impact finally showed a bit of fatigue, his thick arms began to tremble uncontrollably under the constant heavy blows with the tungsten gold stick, and he showed signs of being unable to control his strength .Scarlet blood seeped continuously from the cracks in the gloves, and he felt that the bones of both fists seemed to be covered with cracks, and the severe pain made his face turn pale.

Although Yang Jing's hands were also covered in blood and his arms were trembling, since he directly received the force of the impact with his fists, so... if things go on like this, he will be the one who fails in the end.

"What should I do?" In the central theater of the battlefield, the three men in black robes were anxious and angry. After several times of charging, they were always blocked by the dense crowd, and they couldn't get through at all.

"What else can I do, rush over!" The face of the man started to go crazy, they had already understood Yang Jing's toughness, Zhou Shaohua himself couldn't hold on for too long, there must be someone to share the pressure with him, even if it is alone!

"Forcibly charge over?" Looking at the wolves and the Snake Gate who were fighting fiercely in front of them, the expressions of the other two also turned ferocious.

"Rush over!" The person in front suddenly shouted, his body jumped, the iron rod moved, and he rushed towards the crowd viciously.

boom! !Click! !The spiky iron rod exerted terrifying power under the infusion of tyrannical force. A member of the Snake Gang who was fighting in front of him was smashed in the head on the spot in a daze, and the brain blood was scattered like watermelon juice.

"Rush!!" The other two also jumped up, brandishing iron rods and rushing towards the crowd. No matter if it was a pack of wolves or a ground snake, anyone in their line of sight was included in the attack range without exception.

There is no distinction between enemy and friend, just to move forward.

"Are you fucking crazy?" A small leader of the wolves yelled angrily, but just as the voice came out, the iron rod came in a blink of an eye, breaking his spine with lazy waist, the angry expression froze on his face, and his life was miserable disappears.

"Rush!!!" The three black-robed men hissed and beat wildly all the way. Under the terrifying shadow screen brought out by the three iron rods, almost no one could make a decent stop. In just 2 minutes In one day, six or seven people died tragically under the stick, and the crowd finally became chaotic. Facing this kind of ferocious dismissal, no one would be terrified.

The channel that had not been healed reappeared again, and the figure like a pair of tigers slaughtered was also reflected in their sight.

At first, they were shocked by the fierce and shocking confrontation, but the three of them quickly noticed Zhou Shaohua's strangeness. The mask and black robe had been taken off, and the nine-ring sword had been replaced with an iron fist. Strength is fighting.

Leaked? ?The voice flashed through the minds of the three of them at the same time, so... there is no need for me to keep it.He grabbed the black robe and pulled it vigorously, throwing away the restraints that caused a lot of inconvenience to their actions, and also tore off the black cloth on their faces, revealing their true faces.

The master of the four courtyards, Zhang Xiaoyan, the master of the eleventh courtyard, Ni Dongxu, and the master of the thirteenth courtyard, Fu Xinglei!