Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Death storms are like thunder on a summer afternoon, coming too suddenly.

The faithful of the Fist God, who could not accept such horrible images for a single moment, all remained strangely rigid, like a strange statue.

Even their five officials and facial muscles were unprepared to maintain the contempt and excitement they had just had, but felt something was wrong, permeating from every pore and concentrated in a mist in front of them.

In the mist, Gus's figure was a little glitzy, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Gus is as lost as they are.

Take a look at the two meat columns that have only two legs left, and look at the Thunderbolt-3 in your arms.

The combined backseat of the ice flame shocked his limbs, and this needle-tipped soreness gradually blended dreams with reality.

I did it.

That's my power.

I killed Hancock. Hancock named after my sister in town!

Gus grinned and laughed as happy as the devil.

Between breaths, naturally, the Thunderbolt-3 anti-device assault rifle is aimed at the second target, “Zhouyan” behind “Hankou”.

Zhou Yanyi was not afraid.

Because he was immersed mostly in the belief that the Fist God was invincible.

He was devout to the extreme of logical thinking and did not have the ability to make him think about what had just happened.

So Zhou Yan simply forgot what had just happened.

He said he could cheat on himself, but he was determined. In short, he regarded what had just happened as some kind of obstacle, an illusion of the devil, and a test of boxing god.

As long as he remains steadfast and fearless, he fires a strong punch at the enemy.

So, the Supreme, the Invincible, the Unique Fist God, will surely bless him, shelter him, and even come to him?

Zhou Yan thought so, jumping high toward Gus.

Twenty years of hard work - from shaking with sandbags in dental discourse to biting his teeth while others were playing, from the ardent expectations of his parents, to the solemn gaze of the statue of the fist god in the temple of boxing, the memories of the past as if they were a whole new force, infused into every bunch of his meridians, every blood vessel, every muscle and every cell.

“Fist God help me! ”

He drank heavily and felt something awake in his body that had been stuck for a long time.

For a moment, countless wonderful talents emerged in his mind, like a daisy perfusion, seemingly cheerful, like a skinny bone change, beyond the peak.

“Breaking through! ”

Everyone saw the fierce flames of war pouring out over Zhou Yan.

It was like the blessing of a boxing god, turned into a gorgeous armor, wrapped around him.

This is a sign of understanding the mystery of boxing and breaking new boundaries.

No one thought that Zhou Yan, a young man who had always stood firm and therefore had no idea, could explode such a powerful force in the excitement of the apostle of Satan with his devotion and perseverance.

For a moment, the people's mood suddenly reversed. The scene that Han Ko was just blown up alive by Gus was forcibly forgotten by them. Instead, only Zhou Rock's bright light remained.

Under the magnificent and majestic light of the rising sun, any demons must be turned into powder, and any magic must be extinguished by smoke?

Everyone's face was full of amazement and joy.

Thereafter, with their eyes of reward, praise and joy, they watched the half-air battle break through and the glorious devout teenager was shot in two by a Gus bullet in the waist.

“Tap! ”

Chopped into two pieces of Zhou Rock, like two pieces of rotten meat, heavily fell on the ground.

Yes, the boxing god did bless him, breaking through the battle, possessing a more hegemonic corporeal qi and a more resilient flesh.

Therefore, Zhou Yan was not blown to pieces like Han Ko and turned into nothing.

Although the vast majority of the five dirty hearts are bombarded, they remain intact, at least above the chest and below the pelvis.

First frozen and then burnt flesh was temporarily sealed, blood did not gush out, and his consciousness remained awake for half a minute, enough for him to bow his head and see the bruises he could not bear to see.

Zhou Yan's eyes clotted, his expression stagnated, like a confused mask on his face, and even the intense pain could not break the mask.

Behind the mask, the pious teenager repeatedly said: “Fist God help me... Fist God help me... Fist God help me... Fist God help me... Fist God..."

His voice became weaker and weaker. Later, there was no complete syllable. He could only open his mouth like a fish thrown ashore, spitting a bubble with blood until the sickle of death harvested his pious and confused soul.

The tragic death of two successive pursuers smashed the shells of most of them deceiving themselves, and their desperate faces, like those of a drowning man, finally revealed the horrors and fears they deserved, watching the eyes of the “waste” of the past tremble constantly, like staring at a real demon.

Finally, someone screamed, like lifting the leaking gate. At times, seven or eight pursuers screamed hysterically, and their power seemed to leak out with the scream, so that their legs could not even support their own bodies, twisting and twisting to the ground, or even climbing the belt backwards and backwards.

“Devil! ”

“What power is this? ”

“How could a mechanical demon and a steamer possess such horrible power? ”

“Fist God, Fist God...”

They cried in chaos.

At this point, it is the duty of the bitter brothers in the pursuit team to succeed.

Unlike regular boxers, Bitter Brothers are those who are willing to give their lives and souls to the gods of boxing and abandon all those who are devoted to iron fists.

After offering their wishes, they are subjected to the harsh test of the temple of boxing, usually sitting on a meditation tray for ten days and ten nights under the impact of a waterfall. They are also left alone to survive a year and a half in the depths of the mountain forest without any tools, or to strap heavy chains all over them and cross the vast desert.

To be able to withstand such a test, you will be eligible to enter the temple of boxing, cultivate the deepest of boxing faoyi, become an auxiliary offering of boxing temples, priests and even higher high priests.

Compared to ordinary boxers, the Bitter Brothers love pain and are fearless of death. Their faith in boxing gods is more like steel and will never be tempted by any of the devil's flowers.

Even with such ridiculous scenes, the Bitter Brothers are able to hypnotize themselves and even strengthen their crystal-clear and indestructible beliefs.

“The demons are amazing, surrender in formation! ”

A dozen bitter monks drank and their arms swelled suddenly, revealing a metallic glow. Then the iron fists staggered and collided hard, making a sword-like sound.

Soundwaves turned into invisible cages, and the Bitter Brothers surrounded the Gus Regiment, believing in the mountains, in the tide of war, splitting their heads, and bombarding Gus.

Gus blinked.

Instead of dropping the Thunderbolt-3 anti-equipment assault rifle, the Black Tide triple heavy artillery was put up.