40,000 Years of Cultivation

Grey and the chaser flew and flew on the treetops, fisted and knocked out sparks like fireworks.

Gus just hugged his head in the bushes and mud-he didn't want himself and his sister to be killed by the chasers, but he didn't want to, dare, and never thought of betraying his beliefs, the Temple of Fist, and everyone in the town. Enemy the whole world!

Gus just wanted to dig a hole in the mud, find a gap in the hole, bury himself deeply, hide himself, and never be found.

But this is impossible.

A stinky breath came from behind, and Gus felt something pounce on his back, strangling his neck severely.

When looking back, Gus found a very distorted human face.

It was one of his former classmates, named Guo Qi, and Qin Yong were friends of pigs and dogs, and they often mingled with each other.

When Qin Yong threatened Gus yesterday, this Guo Qi also looked at him coldly and sneered at Gus.

At this moment, his expression became particularly hideous, like a madman, as if he was about to bite a piece of meat from Gus's neck alive.

Gus noticed that there was a **** hole on his left shoulder, and it exuded a strong burnt smell that could not even be covered by the heavy rain.

A crossbow arrow was inserted between the black rotten meat.

Come to think of it, this guy first attacked Grey, but he was shot down by a crossbow arrow, losing most of his combat effectiveness, and could only entangle Gus.

"You killed Qin Yong!"

Guo Qi yelled violently.

"I, I didn't!"

Gus was panicked, flinched, and explained instinctively.

"Of course you didn't. Your trash is your sister who killed Qin Yong, but you can't get rid of it. You are all **** evildoers. I want to send you two sisters and brothers to the torture rack!"

Guo Qi said fiercely, his arms were like two strange pythons, and the tighter they were, the more they became tighter, Legendus couldn't breathe.

The Venus in Gus's eyes ran out of sight, sinking deeper and deeper like a drowning man, and suddenly a terrifying illusion appeared in front of him-he and his sister were really **** like piglets, tied back to the Temple of Fist, and hung on the torture frame. , Under the gaze of all eyes, under the point of thousands of husbands, was licked inch by inch by the flame, and large blisters formed on his body, slowly turning into black, wrinkled, and curled up into a ball of toads.

Fear turned into strength, Gus struggled hard, waving his hands wildly, and suddenly touched something.

It was a crossbow arrow that pierced Guo Qi's shoulder.

Gus pulled out subconsciously.

This crossbow arrow happened to be stuck in the gap between Guo Qi's shoulder blades and couldn't be pulled out for a while, but it was so painful that Guo Qi screamed: "You still dare to resist, you rubbish!"

Called back, tightened the arms of Gus's neck, but involuntarily relaxed and twitched.

This "waste" reminded Gus of the unbearable days of Tekken School.

I remembered that I was inherently weak, as if I had been carelessly crafted by the **** of fist.

I remembered that I was extremely pious and believed in the **** of boxing, and treated all the shame, ridicule and cold eyes as the test of heaven, and worked harder than others to cultivate, but not half of the gains of others.

In Tekken School, even children who are several years younger than him can often ride on his neck to show off after a few years of practice.

In the past, he has been reluctant to admit it.

Today, he can no longer deceive himself.

"Could it be that Fist God never blessed me?"

Gus asked himself.

Subsequently, more than ten years of bitterness, grievance, pain and resentment all turned into a howling wolf, "I am not a waste!"

With both hands hard, the crossbow arrow came out with blood and broken bones. The pain caused Guo Qi to jump up, clutching his **** shoulders and screaming again and again, and naturally let go of Gus.

Gus took the opportunity to roll on the spot, trying to escape the opponent's attack range.

However, Guo Qi swooped up with a hundred times more ferocious attitude. It seemed that even if one arm was abolished, he would have the confidence to cut Gus into pieces.

Guo Qi's furious expression merged with Gus's imagination, the face of Qin Yi who was burned into a toad in the raging flames, scared Gus wildly waving the crossbow arrows in his hand, almost cutting off Guo Qi's nose.

"Asshole! Trash! Traitor! I killed you!"

On the tip of Guo Qi's nose, a small bean-sized piece of meat, with only a little oily skin attached, hung on his lips and dangled, looking scary and funny.

He was already angry, standing up like a bear with a wounded head, leaping towards Gus, ignoring that his empty door was wide open-thinking about it, in Guo Qi's eyes, Gus's small arms and legs would never hurt him.

Even when he saw Gus pull out two serial mechanical crossbows from behind, his angry expression did not change at all, as if Gus's image of "waste" was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that he couldn't believe it. , Even a "waste" like Gus can grow devil's fangs.

"Shoo, hoo, hoo!"

Gus fired a dozen crossbow arrows all at once.

Guo Qi seemed to be smashed by an invisible iron fist, and he fell down, hit a big tree, and then slipped into the mud at the bottom of the tree.

His chest was densely packed with crossbow arrows, like two hedgehogs lying on their stomachs-flaming hedgehogs.

Soon, Guo Qi turned into a ball of fire, and the flames spread all the way along the tree, turning the branches into dazzling torches. Even the storm could not be extinguished, and the original thrilling battlefield was reflected more and more panic. .

"Huh, huh, huh, huh!"

Gus gasped.

This is his first murder.

Kill a devout believer in Boxing God.

He is no longer a waste.

But, traitor? Gus didn't know whether he still had the qualifications to continue to believe in the iron fist.

Soon, his classmates who looked down on him in the past helped him make a decision.

"Gus killed Guo Qi!"

"Sure enough, their two siblings have fallen into the magic way!"

"Damn it, a traitor who believes in the power of machinery and steam!"

Several more chasing soldiers rushed towards him.

Gus was half numb, and half mechanically raised the chain mechanical crossbow.

The mechanical crossbow transformed by Lu Qingchen seems to be filled with endless crossbow arrows—or, in Lu Qingchen’s words, Banges and Grey both opened the "infinite ammunition hanger", so that he could breathe a little bit. Keep shooting until the end of the world.

The chasers didn't expect the firepower of the two siblings to be so fierce, even Gus, a "trash", had a magic weapon in their hands.

The infinite firepower of the four serial mechanical crossbows intertwined into an airtight fire net, like a raging thorn whip, drew their heads and heads toward the chasers, drew the chasers screaming, or horribly like Guo Qi. He fell directly to the ground while shouting.

There were also a few chasing soldiers in a hurry, and Gray saw the flaws, each kicked down the mountain col.

The short encounter came to an end for the time being.

In the depths of the torrential rain, there are no more chasers who can stand and fight.