40,000 Years of Cultivation

"Fist is on!"

"Fisting God help me!"

"Fisting God is invincible, subduing the demon and subduing the devil!"

The ascetic monks seem to have become the incarnations of the fist god. Every piece of copper-cast iron and high bulging muscle is the gift and will of the fist god. They almost turn their blood into the stormy sea. Si banged his head.

Gus pulled the trigger blankly.

The Vulcan cannon spun around without a hassle, and three flame whips were ejected from the muzzle of the three black holes in the triple mount, which were interlaced together to form the sickle of the **** of death, and began to devastatingly harvest.

The first ascetic monk was cut off by the flame sickle, and split in half like Zhou Yan just now. The upper half flew high, and the lower half fell to the ground.

The second ascetic blasted a strong punch, his fist collided with the bullet, and his arms, shoulders, chest and heart were all turned into dust on the spot. The bullet scorched and took away most of his organs and corpses. With eyes wide open, I couldn't believe it.

The third and fourth ascetic monks one after the other, were shot into hornet's nest by magma-like bullets at the same time. Their pious slogans were only half shouted, and they were frozen in there as soon as they shouted the word "Fist God".

Fifth place, sixth place, seventh place...

The menacing ascetic monks have become vulnerable targets, and their majestic movements seem to just make their deaths a little more beautiful.

"..."

The hellish scene of Shura, like a red soldering iron, was deeply imprinted on the hearts and souls of the pursuers, making them silent.

The soul was not possessed, and I felt that my beliefs were the same as the sky, beginning to crack and about to collapse.

The burning death sickle instantly harvested the lives of more than a dozen ascetic monks and began to extend towards the pursuers. After all three of the pursuers were shot into a ball of meat sauce, the pursuers realized like a dream that Ge Si's attack range is far beyond their imagination.

At this moment, the positions of the hunter and the prey were completely reversed, and the pursuers found desperately that they were not hunters at all, but little beasts trembling in the trap.

"Run!"

I don't know who was the first to scream.

The pursuers are like ants whose nests have been destroyed, noisy, noisy, scrambling to turn their heads and run away.

At this moment, they have all displayed all the wonderful skills taught by the **** of fist, running as fast as a monkey with oil on the soles of their feet, jumping as high as a bird with a fire on their ass, and while running away, they are also hysterical. Shouting and venting unprecedented fear and confusion.

There was only one person, and did not join the escaping team like a wave.

Still like a mainstay, a reef on an isolated island, standing on a cliff.

Priest of the Fist Temple, Lei Lie!

"Gus..."

Lei Lie's expression was indeed a little dazed.

But more are sad and sorrowful, as if lamenting that his nephew has fallen to this level.

"What kind of demons have you come into contact with!"

Lei Lie strode towards Gus.

With each step, the black robe on his body swelled a little, leaving behind crater-like footprints, and even stepped on the ground with criss-cross cracks, piercing Gus straight like a sword with a handle.

"Uncle, don't force me!"

Gus had crimson eyes and a hideous face. He really felt enchanted in a trance. He roared like a beast, pointed his muzzle in front of Lei Lie, and blasted a smoke-filled trench on the ground.

"Are these ghost tricks the reason why your brothers and sisters are so obsessed?"

Lei Lie roared, the black robe swelled to its limit, and suddenly torn apart. Every piece of clothing that burst was unfolded, blocking Gus's vision and hiding his actions.

Behind the black robe, Lei Lie first jumped up in a terrifying manner, then made a weird turn in mid-air, dived back to the ground silently, as if a big bird had become a poisonous snake, clinging to the ground, and sneaking towards Gus .

If Gus was holding an ordinary weapon, or even an exquisitely structured chain mechanical crossbow, it would be impossible to capture Lei Lie's lightning-fast and mysterious figure without a perspective eye.

Even if the "Kuroshio" triple-mounted Vulcan cannon is a heavy equipment with a slower steering speed, and is controlled by a novice like Gus, who has no power to bind the chicken, there is no way to keep up with Lei Lie's rhythm.

But don’t forget, Gus is also carrying a Covenant Alliance’s "God Punishment-7" miniature rocket launching nest on his shoulders. It uses infrared locking, automatic firing, and an attack mode that does not matter after firing.

Gus's naked eyes and consciousness did not perceive Lei Lie's approach to the ground, but he was clearly seen by the "God Punishment-7" infrared sensor.

"Shoo, hoo, hoo!"

Dozens of rockets, light and small like bees, whizzed out from the "beehive" on Gus's shoulder, and penetrated into the ground seven or eight meters away, forming small volcanoes, which suddenly erupted.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

The fangs of the flame pierced from the ground, with their canine teeth intertwined, overlapping upwards, wave after wave.

The flames rolled, so that Lei Lie had nowhere to hide, he could only jump up again, dodge the shock wave and magma.

In the hearts of Chijin Town people, this priest of the Temple of Fist, who symbolized the will of the **** of fist and invincible, was all bruised and burnt to the extreme by the explosion.

"Even the priest..."

"How is it possible, Fist God is on top, what is going on in this world?"

"Gus, this waste, with the help of the devil, turned out to be so powerful, why?"

"Isn't the boxing **** the only one in the sky and the earth, the most powerful god? Why even the most loyal messenger of the boxing god, the priest of the boxing temple, is not the opponent of the devil?"

The scarred survivors, with pale faces and scattered eyes, holding their heads, fell into a vortex of collapse.

"See, uncle, this is the power of the devil!"

Gus heartily vented his suppressed emotions for more than ten years, "Dad, yes, he was not deceived by the devil, but he really saw the power of the devil than the **** of fist, so he was fascinated by the study of the power of machinery and steam. of!

"Isn’t it the rule of the world of boxing gods to win and lose, and the weak to eat the strong?"

"Isn't Fist God becoming the only true God in this world because of the world's invincible power?

"Aren't we also worshiping him, surrendering to him, and believing in him because of his incomparable strength?

"Now, there are gods and demons that are more powerful than the **** of fist, and there is a more powerful force than the Tao of iron fist. Who is the true god, who is the devil, who believes in the truth, who is deceived by lies, who is you and Dad? Yes, who is wrong? Tell me, uncle, tell me!"