Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Grey and the chasers fell on the tree's tip, fisting and hitting each other, hitting sparkling Mars.

Gus only cares about walking around in the bushes and mud - he doesn't want himself and his sister killed by pursuing soldiers, but he doesn't want, dare, never want to betray his faith, and the temple of boxing, and everyone in town, and the whole world!

Gus just wants to dig a pit in the mud, find a stitch in the pit, bury himself deep, hide, and never be found.

But that's impossible.

A smelly smell, coming from behind, Gus felt something pounding on his back and strangling himself.

Looking back, Gus found an extremely distorted face.

That's one of his old classmates, Guo Qi, and Qin Yong, who is a dog friend of Pig Peng, often hang out with each other.

Yesterday when Qin Yong threatened Gus, this Guo Qi also looked at him coldly and smiled at Gus.

At this moment, his expression became extraordinarily frivolous, as if to bite a piece of meat from Gus' neck alive.

Gus noticed a fleshy cave on his left shoulder with a strong scorching odor that couldn't hide the storm.

In the middle of the dark meat, a crossbow was inserted.

The first thing this guy tried to do was attack Gray, and he was shot down by a crossbow of arrows, losing most of his fighting power, and only got into Gus.

“You killed Qin Yong! ”

Guo Qi drank hard.

“Me, I didn't! ”

Gus was terrified, retreating, instinctually explaining.

“Of course you didn't, you piece of crap, your sister killed Qin Yong, but you can't break up. You are all goddamn evil spirits. I'm sending both your brothers to the fire rack! ”

Guo Qiqi harshly said that his arms were like two weird pythons, and the tighter he got, Ledegus could not breathe.

Gus' eyes fluttered deeper and deeper, like a drowning man, and suddenly a horrible illusion appeared in front of him - he and his sister were really tied up like pigs, tied back to the temple of boxing, hung on the fire rack, in the eyes of all, under the fingers of a thousand husbands, licked inches by the flame, with a large blister, slowly turned black, wrinkled, curled into a clam toad

Fear turned into power, Gus struggled hard, waving his hands around, suddenly touching something.

It's a crossbow that punctured Guo Qi's shoulder.

Gus unconsciously pulled out.

This crossbow just stuck in Guo Qi's scapula gap, couldn't pull it out for a while, but Guo Qi screamed in pain: “Don't you dare resist, you piece of shit! ”

Called home, tightening Gus's neck arms, but he was forced to relax and convulse voluntarily.

This “crap” reminds Gus of that hard time back at Iron Fist School.

Reminds me of my natural weakness, as if I had been brutally and carelessly crushed by boxing.

Think of yourself as a devout believer in boxing gods, treating all shame, sarcasm and cold eyes as the test of heaven, working a hundred times harder than others to cultivate, but no one else gets half the reward.

In Iron Fist school, even children several years younger than him, after a few years of practice, can often ride around his neck.

In the past, he was reluctant to admit it.

Today, he can no longer deceive himself.

“Has the Fist never blessed me? ”

Gus asked himself.

Later, more than a decade of bitterness, grievance, pain and anger, all combined into a wolf howl, “I'm not a loser! ”

Push your hands hard, the crossbow arrows came out with blood water and broken bones, hurting Guo Qi the whole person jumped up, covered the injected shoulder socket screaming, naturally loosening Gus.

Gus took the opportunity to roll around and try to escape from each other's range of attack.

But Guo Qi jumped up a hundred times more fierce, and it seemed that even if one arm was scrapped, he was confident that Gus would unload eight pieces.

Guo Qi's angry expression, and Gus's imagination, merged with Qin Yi's face burned in the flames of a bear and toad, scared Gus to wave the crossbow arrow in his hand, almost cut Guo Qi's nose off.

“Bastard! Traitor! I'll kill you! ”

On the tip of Guo Qi's nose, he dropped a yellow bean-sized meat pellet, only a little oily skin attached, and hung it on his lips to sway around, making it look both horrible and funny.

He's already pissed off the crown, standing up like a bear with a head injury, leaping all the way to Gus, ignoring his open door —— think, in Guo Qi's eyes, Gus' little arm and calf can't hurt him at all.

Even when he saw Gus pull two loop mechanical crossbows out of the back, his angry expression didn't change a bit, as if Gus's “waste” image was too deep in people's minds for him to believe that even a "waste” like Gus could grow the devil's teeth.

“Sex, sex, sex! ”

Gus fired more than a dozen crossbows in one breath.

Guo Qi seemed to have been severely hammered by an invisible iron fist. The whole person fell out, smashed into a large tree and slipped into the mud at the bottom of the tree.

His chest was densely lined with crossbows and arrows, like two hedgehogs on the ground - hedgehogs burning with bears.

From time to time, Guo Qi turned into a fireball, and the flames spread along the trees, turning branches into bright torches. Even the storm could not be extinguished, and the already exciting battlefield was more and more frightening.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! ”

Gus gasps.

It was his first murder.

Kill a devout boxer.

He's no longer a loser.

But, traitor? Nor did Gus know if he was qualified to continue believing in the Iron Fist Path.

Soon, I looked down on his classmates and helped him make his decision.

“Gus killed Gucci! ”

“Both of their brothers have fallen into the magic! ”

“Damn, a traitor who believes in the power of mechanics and steam! ”

Several more chasers jumped at him.

Gus was half numb and half mechanically lifted a mechanical crossbow.

Lu Light Dust modified mechanical crossbows, like infinite arrows - or, in Lu Light Dust's words, “Infinite Ammunition Hanging” for both Gus and Gray, allowing him to breathe and shoot until the end of the world.

The pursuers did not expect the firepower of both brothers to be so fierce that even Gus, the “scum”, had a divine weapon at his disposal.

The infinite firepower of four connecting mechanical crossbows, interwoven into a densely ventilated fire net, such as the burning thorny whip of a bear, the head splitting toward the chase soldiers, sucking the chase soldiers wow screaming, or falling directly into the scream like Guo Qi.

There were also several chasers who were busy and clumsy, and Gray saw them blooming, one foot at a time, all kicking down the mountain.

A brief encounter, for the time being.

In the depths of the storm, there are no more than half of the soldiers who can still stand and fight.