Forty Millenniums of Cultivation: Enemy of Iron Fist (42) Luo Tian
This is a skinny old man with wrinkled skin.
Looking at the yellow-faced skinny, weak, and weak, a large priest robe draped over him, all draped like a shroud.
In terms of appearance, he is much inferior to Lei Lie, the priest of Chijin Town, a little old man who can be seen everywhere.
However, his appearance makes all Iron Fist troops feel inexplicably excited.
Even the Iron Fist army, which was shot by the steam cannon, and had **** flesh and blood, ignored the wound and shouted in horror:
"Luotian High Priest!"
"Luotian High Priest!"
"Luotian High Priest!"
The little old man named "Luo Tian" slowly flew over the fist statue, standing in midair, standing high, glancing expressionlessly at the steam cannons and fanatics, then regained his gaze and lowered his eyelids.
It seems that the destruction they made caused the city to shake, but it was just a game for children.
Luo Xinglong's eyes and mouth twitched together.
The two younger brothers of Gus are closest to him, and they can see clearly-this diehard core of mechanics and steam religion, trying to make a look of disdain and disdain.
Without success, there was still a trace of fear from the deepest shaking in eyes.
And Gus and Gray can understand his fear of savagery.
Because, even in Chijin Town, they have heard the name "Luotian High Priest" from uncle Lei Lie and other populations more than once.
It is said that he is the first expert in Qianyuan City and even within a thousand miles of the boxing skills!
It is said that his cultivation, a peerless divine ability known as the "Nine hundred and ninety Level Nine ladder", can step on the void, step by step on the non-existent ladder, "walk" out of the nine clouds, and directly draw the power of heaven and earth God communicates.
It is said that he made a great wish in front of the God of Boxing, using secret skill to sacrifice himself to refined into a furnace cauldron, in order to better attract the power of the God of Boxing and come to his body!
The two brothers and sisters of Gus do n’t know how many of these “supposedly” are true or false.
But Uncle will not lie to them. Uncle Lei Lie once said that in Luo Tian ’s High Priest hands, he could n’t take three strokes at all. When Luo Tian High Priest took it seriously, it really seemed to hollow out his body. same!
The legend goes beyond the two sisters of Gus.
All the fanatics also heard about the formidable of Luo Tian High Priest.
For a time, the otherwise noisy and chaotic battlefield was silent.
Even the roar of the whistle and the roar of the steam cannon seemed to be suppressed by the momentum of Luo Tian High Priest and frozen into Bingtuo.
Luotian High Priest is like a big mountain, which is crushed **** every fanatic.
Only by crossing, no, smashing this mountain, their faith can be turned into reality.
"Fire! Shoot!"
Luo Xinglong murderous aura roared loudly, "Aim at Luo Tian High Priest, fire!"
The gunner who manipulated the steam cannon was overwhelmed by Luo Tian ’s High Priest shadowless and invisible ’s aura. He was at a loss and was lost.
Luo Xinglong gritted his teeth, pushed the gunner away, and sat on the gun position himself, shaking the crank crankly and adjusting the shooting elements.
Luo Tian High Priest is still standing in mid-air, seemingly motionless, without even blinking his eyelids, patiently waiting for Luo Xinglong to turn the muzzle of the black hole to him.
But if you look closely, you can see that Luo Tian High Priest's figure is gradually blurred, as if a wave of shadowless and invisible ripples around the body-this is a symptom of the strength of heaven shaking.
Everyone realizes that this gun is the key to this battle.
A large number of Iron Fist troops rushed up fearlessly, trying to destroy this giant cannon before the steam cannon was stored, at least to interfere with the shooting height and angle.
Countless fanatics also rushed up like dead bees, using their own flesh and blood flowing in the steam, blocking the narrow streets and building indestructible walls.
The collision between the two sides splashed a lot of thick blood flowers. No matter how the broken limbs flew, the blood line could not move half an inch, even if there was an anxious Iron Fist army expert jumping high, trying to dive from the air Bombing the steam cannon, immediately the mechanical and steam fighters who dared not to die were rushing into the air, holding each other firmly in the air, detonating the steam bomb wrapped around them, and blowing each other into meat. sauce.
Finally-
In the instrument panel on the steam cannon, the pointer rushed towards the red area on the far right side as if screaming at the whistle.
This means that the steam cannon has been pressurized to the limit.
Cannonballs full of destructive power, and feathers that close the gaps are also filled.
"Long live True God!"
Luo Xinglong was flushed with excitement, dancing like a drunk, he stared at Luo Tian High Priest in the air, and yelled fiercely, "God of the false god, go to die!"
Boom!
Luo Xinglong tugs at the rope fiercely. The steam cannon is like a fierce beast. The violent shock shakes Gus and Gray from above.
From the crevices of the complex mechanical structure, the swell of topple the mountains and overturn the seas blew out, blowing the two younger brothers and the fanatics who dragged the cannon forward for at least ten meters.
Some people were even burned by the hot steam and a series of shocking blisters quickly appeared on their hands and faces, but they ignored the screams and watched the sky shrouded in steam by stared wide-eyed.
In the sky, huge projectiles like meteorites drew a fierce and stern arc, and hit the Luotian High Priest with great precision.
Everyone, regardless of the Iron Fist army or the steam army, their hearts are lifted high, and they hold their breath together, feeling that they have become eternal in an instant.
Lotian High Priest is still expressionless and welcomes the arrival of the steam shells without any haste.
In front of him, the twisted air has formed a vortex visible to the naked eye, like the strongest shield.
Behind him, a ray of fiery flames gradually formed a majestic, solemn and sacred face-exactly the same as the statue in front of the boxing temple, the face of the boxing god!
"Ah!"
Countless fanatics were terrified by this face floating in the air, and they all screamed in horror.
In the scream, Luo Tian High Priest make a move.
The skinny fists waved flatly, and the air vortex in front of them all condensed together into a huge and unfathomable super vortex.
The steam cannonball rushed into the vortex, and was suddenly disturbed by its flight trajectory, shaking like a depleted top.
Later, the giant face behind Luo Tian's High Priest, which looks like a fist of gods, put on a cross-browed expression, opened the big mouth of the blood basin, and made a roar resounding from heaven and earth!
In an instant, everyone felt that there were 10,000 thunders blowing beside their ears.
The roar turned out to be true, as if directly from Jiu Xiaoyun, the will of God of Boxing!