This move condensed all of Grey's strength as a martial arts genius.
Just by looking at the two thunderbolts that blasted out from her feet, which turned the large limestone in the courtyard into powder, one could see how fierce this attack was.
Originally, Qin Yong was standing on the courtyard wall, and there was a gap of a few meters between them.
But in front of Grey, there seemed to be an invisible staircase, and she directly stepped on the air and leapt up.
"Roar!"
Grey actually jumped ten meters high and landed on top of Qin Yong's head. Looking down from above, she roared like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.
Accompanied by the roar, she punched out. One could faintly see the air surge, forming a tiger's head on her fist.
This was the "Demon Tiger Fist" of the most powerful fist style in town, "Tiger Mountain Flow"!
Grey's fist was like a tiger opening its bloody mouth and biting off Qin Yong's head.
But Qin Yong was already prepared. He did not want to fight Grey head-on. The muscles on his calves and stomach trembled. The moment Grey jumped up, he jumped out of the courtyard wall.
Even though Grey's speed was faster than his, the Demon Tiger Fist was already above his head.
Qin Yong at least had time to kick out like a scorpion swinging its tail.
It was also one of the most famous fist styles in town, the "Scorpion Tail Blade" of the "Poison Scorpion Fist School".
"Bang!"
A fist and a kick collided in midair.
"Crack!"
A slight cracking sound came from Qin Yong's leg bone.
However, this level of injury could not stop his determination to escape.
Instead, with the strength of Grey's fist, he flew twenty to thirty meters like a kite and landed on the main road.
"Ha, haha, you are dead!"
Qin Yong moved his knees and ankles, and found that the injury did not affect his escape. He laughed strangely.
He took out a thin and long copper whistle from his mouth and put it in his mouth.
This was something that warriors used to communicate with each other when hunting ferocious beasts or practicing fist techniques in the wild.
In the world of the Fist God, apart from the prohibition of machinery and the power of steam, gunpowder was also an evil and filthy evil. Therefore, fireworks and the like naturally did not exist. In the wild, long-distance communication could only be done with copper whistles.
This kind of special copper whistle could transmit sound dozens of miles away, and its tone was very unique. After cultivating, martial artists with excellent hearing would be able to hear it in an instant. They would even be able to discern different information from the pitch of the whistle.
Qin Yong took a deep breath. His eyes widened and his chest puffed up.
Ge Lei stood on top of the courtyard wall, separated by dozens of meters. It seemed that she couldn't kill Qin Yong before he blew the copper whistle.
But she still pounced on him.
In the air, under the dumbfounded gaze of Gus and Qin Yong's terrified screams, he pulled out two mechanical crossbows from his back.
These two mechanical crossbows were much more exquisite and dangerous than the crude toys that the trade caravan had sold to Qin Yi.
Through a special turntable and chain mechanism, six crossbow bolts could be fired at the same time, making a total of twelve bolts.
"Beng beng beng beng!"
The crossbow made a series of noises. The firing speed was too fast. The sound of twelve bolts firing overlapped, as if only four bolts were fired.
However, there were twelve sharp white lights that pierced Qin Yong's vital parts.
If Qin Yong went all out and fought with Ge Lei, he might be able to blow the copper whistle before the bolts pierced through his body.
But he was just a young man who had never been on the battlefield. He was about the same age as Ge Lei's brother, and had not reached the stage where he could face death with equanimity.
Qin Yong's survival instinct made him forget about the whistle in his mouth. He used all his skills to dodge left and right. His body was as fast as lightning, and he dodged the twelve bolts consecutively.
Only one of the bolts slightly scratched the oily skin on his thigh, leaving a faint trace of blood.
However, the trace of blood quickly turned into a greenish-purple color, spreading like a strange fog.
"There's poison on the arrow!"
Qin Yong did not expect Ge Lei, the number one fist technique genius girl in town and the pride of the Iron Fist School, to be so despicable.
Not only did she use a crossbow, but she also coated the arrow with poison. What a depraved act.
"Devil! Devil! "
Qin Yong shouted in his heart. When he was about to blow the copper whistle, he found that the copper whistle had already been thrown out of his mouth, and it was stuck on his lips.
He wanted to bite the copper whistle again, but the poison on the arrow aggravated the pain in his leg. His whole leg felt like it was soaked in magma. It was burning, and the pain pierced through his heart.
And Ge Lei had already thrown away the arrow without any expression. She quickly approached him, and at the same time, she took out another strange looking machine from her arms and put it on her fist.
Qin Yong's whole body was cold. He wanted to run, but it was too late. His injured and poisoned right leg did not listen to him at all. It was as if it was tied by a huge rock, making him unable to move.
"Boom!"
He heard a loud noise coming from the machine in Ge Lei's hand. Something exploded from the front of the machine.
Then, the whole world became red, black, and transparent with nothing.
Qin Yong's entire head exploded like a smashed watermelon. Beads of blood gushed out of his mouth like a fiery tree. He shook unwillingly for a long time before finally falling to the ground. The blood-stained copper whistle fell not far from his twitching fingers. Qin Yong did not have the strength to hold it tightly, nor did he have the mouth to blow it.
"Wah —"
Ge Lei heard the sound of vomiting behind her.
Gus, who had witnessed everything, finally had a nervous breakdown. His internal organs were overturned, and he vomited.
Lu Qingchen, on the other hand, watched everything with appreciation. He even whistled softly to express his praise for Ge Lei.
Ge Lei slightly frowned. She stepped forward and grabbed Qin Yong's body. She shook her hand, and the muscles on her arm appeared like dragons. She threw the body back to her yard.
The blood and the messy mucus on the ground could not be cleaned up. She could only cover it with some mud and dry leaves. They would be discovered very soon.
Ge Lei turned around and walked back to her yard. She grabbed her brother's collar and dragged Gus into the house.
"Not bad. You're quite calm. You must have been thinking about this series of attacks for a long time, right?"
Lu Qingchen, who followed her in, asked with a smile.
"Yes. It was originally designed to deal with the enemy who killed my father. I didn't expect that Qin Yong would take advantage of it."
Ge Lei wiped the blood on her face and recalled it in her heart. Killing people did not seem so difficult. There was no pain, disgust, or regret.
Instead, it made her heart gradually calm down.
"What's that? Is it the weird thing you put on your arm after you threw away the chain mechanical crossbow? There seems to be a big bottle behind it?" Lu Qingchen asked again.
"High-pressure air cannon," Ge Lei said.
Gray said, "It squeezes a lot of air into a very, very small space, and then activates it all at once. Then, it can push a small bullet out at a very fast speed. It can be considered a simplified version of a steam gun. I don't really understand the specific principles behind it. Don't you know?"
"Now that you mention it, I know."
Lu Qingchen praised, "What a weird technology tree!"
"What?" Ge Lei raised her eyebrows. She felt that this demon was a weirdo.
"Nothing. What are you going to do after you kill someone?" Lu Qingchen asked with great interest.
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