40,000 Years of Cultivation

In the fist god's roar, everyone's expressions seemed to freeze like steam bullets and time.

They could clearly see the wave-like ring ripples, spreading from the roar, and hitting the steam projectile in circles.

The bombardment of every sound wave caused the steam projectile to deviate slightly.

When the last sound wave blasted out, the steam projectile had completely lost its precise trajectory and turned into a drunk headless fly.

Time began to flow again.

The steam projectile passed by the High Priest Luo Tian, ​​and flew up in the air crookedly, drawing a weak arc, crossing the Temple of Fist, and did not know where it fell.

"what……"

Many fanatics of machinery and steam sighs one after another sighs of disappointment and even despair.

"what!"

The Iron Fist Army and Fist God believers were ecstatic, fighting wildly.

The High Priest Luo Tian was still expressionless, floating in the air, staring coldly at Luo Xinglong above the giant steam cannon.

Cold eyes, as if looking at a corpse, didn't care about his final struggle.

"This this……"

Luo Xinglong was frustrated, ashamed, and angry.

He looked like a wounded bull with burning bloodshot eyes in his eyes. Pulling the joystick, he fiercely pressurized the pressure chamber of the steam cannon.

In order to be filled with high-pressure steam capable of launching the second time as soon as possible, he squeezed every mechanical part of this steel behemoth to the limit.

The pointers on the instrument panel were waving wildly like the arms of a madman. Gears, hinges, pipes, steam balls, every mechanical part made a "creak" sound, trembling desperately, and leaking because of the imperfect seal. The steam that came out even agitated hysterical screams.

The skin on Luo Xinglong's whole body was scalded by the hot steam, and a series of shocking blisters appeared, and even bystanders couldn't help feeling distressed for him.

He didn't seem to feel pain, gritted his teeth and set the second shell, locked the air valve, pressurized, aimed, and pulled the rope a second time.

"boom!"

Gus and Grey had just gotten up and were overturned by the steam again.

The second projectile, surrounded and pushed by the high-pressure steam, burst out of the chamber and flew towards the High Priest Luo Tian.

It is a pity that Luo Xinglong acted too hastily. The pressure exerted by this steam projectile was not enough. Not only was the speed too slow, the trajectory was also crooked, and when it flew in front of the High Priest Luo Tian, ​​it began to falter.

The High Priest Luo Tian unhurriedly blasted the second punch.

This punch was aimed directly at the steam projectile.

The fist front formed a vortex again, and the vortex completely swallowed the steam projectile, using hundreds of rotations to dissolve the impact of the steam projectile, but instead controlled the steam projectile, pushing the steam projectile in the direction of the steam cannon and pushing it back!

Everyone's eyes widened.

I thought that the steam projectile would smash the steam cannon.

Even Luo Xinglong couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The steam projectile wiped his scalp, and flew over half a meter above the giant steam cannon.

But it was like a hungry iron beast, smashing a **** passage in the fanatic behind the steam cannon.

Any fanatic who was rubbed with a little oily skin by the steam projectile, all tendons to break and fracture, either death or injury.

Even Gus and Grey were splashed with hot blood from the fanatics, and they could not help but smack their tongues secretly at the extremely powerful strength of the High Priest Luo Tian.

No wonder, Uncle Lei Lie respected the High Priest Luo Tian so much.

His arms are like the barrels of two giant cannons!

"I don't know, can the weapons I got from'Hell' be able to deal with the High Priest Luo Tian?"

Gus moved in his heart and couldn't help but think.

He still regarded the "Star Federation, the True Human Empire, and the Covenant Alliance" as hell.

Analyzing from the scenes he saw while cultivating in hell, he felt that there should be no problem.

The equipment that the demon Lu Qingchen gave him, even if it could not kill the high priest Luo Tian, ​​could at least burn the latter to dust, blow up his head, and make the Temple of Fist sweep the ground.

But I don't know why Lu Qingchen hasn't said a word until now, and is unwilling to use the "hell weapon" again.

It's strange, didn't Lu Qingchen hope that the world will be in chaos? Isn't it the best opportunity now?

As long as his "Holy Son" can repel the High Priest Luo Tian, ​​the faith of the Iron Fist Army and thousands of Fist God followers will collapse.

On the other hand, the mechanical and steam gods are bound to have a violent fighting spirit. Everyone will charge forward without fear of death. Maybe, there is a real chance to win Qianyuan City!

Gus' suspicion was interrupted by Luo Xinglong's desperate roar.

I saw that the several joysticks on the giant steam cannon were pushed to the end by him. The steam surging out like a volcanic eruption made him red like a lobster. When he stuffed the third projectile into the barrel, he didn't care. The barrel of the gun was hot, but he stabbed his entire arm in, letting the flesh and the barrel touch, making a "sizzling" barbecue-like piercing sound.

At this moment, Luo Xinglong's face became extremely hideous, like the incarnation of a mechanical demon and a steam demon.

The giant steam cannon trembles violently, and the steam ball and high-pressure chamber are like mature eggs of the devil, and the demon bred in it is about to burst out of the cage.

Having absorbed the lesson of the weakness of the second steam cannonball, this time, Luo Xinglong blasted into the pressure more than twice the limit.

The High Priest Luo Tian still carried his hands on his back and his feet on the void, looking blankly, without any intention of interrupting Luo Xinglong.

The biggest contempt is ignorance. With this calm and calm gesture, he showed the weakness of the false **** and the power of the true **** to all the believers on both sides and the people of the city.

"Long live the **** of steam!"

Finally, Luo Xinglong pressurized the giant steam cannon to the point of jumping.

His face and voice were completely distorted, and he screamed wildly, "Go to hell, Fist!"

"Run!"

In Gus's mind, Lu Qingchen's voice suddenly came.

Before he could react, a numbing electric current came from deep in his nerves, and his limbs danced wildly. At an incredible speed, he pulled his sister and squeezed behind the fanatics.

Every piece of his muscles wriggled rhythmically, making him look like a loach, and his sister got behind dozens of fanatics in his breath with his sister.

At this time, Luo Xinglong was on the giant steam cannon, pulling the rope for the third time.

boom!

This earth-shaking thunder is ten times stronger than the two loud noises just now.

It's a pity that the place where the noise is made is not the barrel, but a little bit behind the barrel, inside the steam ball and high-pressure chamber.

The giant steam cannon has exploded!

When the High Priest Luo Tian blasted his first two punches, the invisible fist front had already followed the trajectory of the cannonball and silently got into the barrel of the giant steam cannon, affecting the complex pipeline and mechanical structure behind the barrel and the precision of the tight seams.

Three consecutive firings, the interval is too short, and the extreme high temperature has caused many mechanical parts to be slightly deformed.

In addition, Luo Xinglong poured twice the ultimate high pressure in one breath like a lunatic.

How is it possible not to be punished by the "Devil of Steam"?