Forty Millenniums of Cultivation: The enemy of Iron Fist (29) bombarded

The storm of death is like a thunder in the summer afternoon, which comes too suddenly.

The devout believers of boxing gods could n’t accept such a horrible picture for a while, all kept strangely stiff, like weird statues.

Even their facial features and facial muscles are not prepared. They still maintain the contempt and excitement just now, but they feel a little wrong. Confusion comes out of each pore infiltration and condenses into a mass of Bewildering Mist in front of their eyes.

In Bewildering Mist, Gus ’s figure is somewhat erratic, like Devil crawling out of hell.

Gus is as confused as they are.

Look at the only two legs left, I wonder if I should continue to call them "Han Kou", and then look at the "Thunder-3" type in my arms.

The recoil combined with ice and fire shocked his limbs, and the needle-like stinging numbness gradually merged the dream and reality.

I did it.

This is my strength.

I got rid of Han Kou, the same name as Han Kou in town!

Gus grinned and smiled as happy as the devil.

Between breathing, naturally, the "Thunder-3" anti-material assault rifle aimed at the second target, "Zhou Yan" behind "Han Kou".

Zhou Yanyi is not afraid.

Because he has been immersed in the belief that "fist fights are invincible" since childhood.

His pious logical thinking mode does not have the ability to make him think about what just happened.

So, Zhou Yan simply forgot what he just did.

It is good to say that he is deceiving himself and deceiving others. In short, he regards what happened just now as a kind of blinding eye method. It is a demon's illusion and a test of the boxing god.

As long as he is firm and undaunted, he punches Xeon at the enemy.

So, Supreme, the invincible, unique boxing god, will surely bless him, shelter him, or even come to him?

Thinking like this, Zhou Yan leaped high towards Gus.

Twenty years of hard work—when I was learning the language, I followed the sandbags and swayed with the sandbags. When others were playing and playing, he was still gnashing his teeth painstaking cultivation. Staring solemnly, the memory of the past seemed to be transformed into a brand new force, perfused into every bundle of meridians, every blood vessel, every muscle and every cell.

"Fist of the Boxing Help Me!"

He snorted and felt something long awake in his body.

In an instant, countless amazing skills came to mind, like enlightenment, he was suddenly and cheerful, seemingly reborn, beyond the peak.

"Breakthrough!"

Everyone saw the fierce battle flames surging on Zhou Yan.

That really seemed to be the blessing of the boxing god, turned into a gorgeous armor and wrapped around him.

This is a sign of understanding the mystery of boxing Supreme and breaking through the new realm.

No one thought that Zhou Yan had always been down to earth, so some obscure teenagers, even with the irritability of the devil apostle, broke out such a powerful force with their piety and tenacity.

In an instant, everyone's state of mind suddenly reversed. The scene where Han Kou was just exploded by Gus was forgotten by them. Instead, only Zhou Yan's glory was left.

Under this gorgeous and majestic light like the rising sun, any Devil evil spirits must be turned into powder, what kind of ghosts should be scattered ashes and dispersed smoke?

Amazed and delighted in everyone's face.

Then, with their eyes of praise, praise and joy, they watched the breakthrough in mid-air, and the pious young man who was glorious was shot into two segments by Gus with a shuttle bullet.

"pā tà!"

Zhou Yan broke into two pieces, like two pieces of rotten meat, and fell heavily on the ground.

Yes, God of Boxing really blessed him and made him break through the battle, possessing a more overbearing bodyguard True Qi and a stronger and tougher flesh and blood body.

So, Zhou Yan was not as fragmented as Han Kou and turned into nothingness.

Although most of the internal organs have been blasted away, they still remain intact above the chest and below the pelvis.

Frozen and then charred flesh and blood were temporarily closed, and the blood did not rush out. His consciousness remained awake for half a minute, enough for him to bow his head to see his tragic body.

Zhou Yan ’s eyes were frozen and his expression was dull, as if he had a confused mask on his face condensing. Even the intense pain could not break the mask.

Behind the mask, the pious young man repeatedly muttered: "Fist of the Boxing Helps Me ... Fist of the Boxing Helps ... Fist of the Boxing Helps me ... Fist of the Boxing Helps me ... Fist of the Boxing ..."

His voice became weaker and weaker. Later, he could n’t spit out a complete syllable. He could only open and close his mouth weakly like a fish thrown on the shore, and spit out **** bubble until Death God ’s Scythe, reap his pious and confused soul.

The tragic death of two pursuers in a row has crushed most of the self-deceived outer shell. Their desperate faces like drowners finally emerged with the horror and fear they deserved. They watched the eyes of the old "waste" Shivering, like staring at a real demon.

Someone finally screamed, and it sounded like the gate, which was cathartic, was released. From time to time, all the 7-8 chasers screamed hysterically, and their power seemed to leak out with the scream. The legs couldn't even support their bodies, either crooked to the ground, or even rolled back and back.

"Demon!"

"What power is this?"

"How could the mechanical demon and steam demon have such terrifying power?"

"The God of Boxing is on, God of Boxing-"

They cried in a mess.

At this time, it was the turn to chase the bitter cultivator in the team.

Unlike the ordinary boxer, the bitter cultivator are all people who wish to dedicate their lives and souls to the boxing god, and give up all who are devoted to Iron Fist.

After making a wish, they will be subjected to the harsh test of the boxing temple, usually sitting and meditating under the impact of a waterfall for ten days and ten nights, and living alone and without tools for a year and a half in the depths of the forest, or A heavy iron chain was **** and down all over the body, traversing the vast desert.

Can withstand such a test before being eligible to enter the boxing temple. cultivation's most profound boxing skills have become the assistant of the boxing temple. The priest is even more High-Level other High Priest.

Compared with ordinary boxers, bitter cultivator loves pain and fears death, and the belief in the **** of boxing is more like steel than iron, and will never be fooled by any tricks of the devil.

Even, even if such a ridiculous scene appears, the bitter cultivator can still hypnotize themselves, and even strengthen the crystal clear and indestructible faith.

"Devil is powerful, surrender in formation!"

about a dozen famous bitter cultivator screamed, his arms suddenly swelled, blooming like a metallic light, and then Iron Fist staggered, violently collided, making the sound of sword fighting.

The sound wave turned into an invisible prisoner, and the cultivator people surrounded the Gus regiment, the faith was like a mountain, and the fighting intent was like a tide.

Gus blinked.

Dropped the "Thunder-3" anti-material assault rifle, but put the "Kuroshio" triple heavy-type Fire God Cannon up.

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