Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

In the roar of the Fist God, the faces of the people were as solidified as steam bullets and time.

They can clearly see a wave-like circular ripple, spreading from the roar, bombarding a steam bullet in a circle.

The bombardment of each sound wave slightly deflects the steam bullet.

By the time the last sound wave was emitted, the steam bullet had completely lost its precise ballistics and turned into a drunken, headless fly.

Time starts flowing again.

Steam bullets rubbed from the priest Luo Tian, twisted flying over the sky, drew a weak arc, crossed the temple of boxing, and someplace fell.

“Ah…”

Many mechanical and steam fanatics sigh of disappointment and even despair.

“Ah!”

The Iron Fist Army and the followers of the Fist God were ecstatic and warlike.

The high priest still had no expression on his face, floating in the middle of the sky, looking coldly at the Rohingyu dragon on the steam cannon.

Cold eyes, as if looking at a corpse, did not care about his final struggle.

“This, this...”

Ro Xinglong was frustrated, ashamed and angry.

He looked like an injured bull with burning blood filling his eyes, pulling a joystick and pressurizing the pressure chamber of a steam cannon.

In order to fill up the second high-pressure steam as soon as possible, he squeezed every mechanical part of this steel beast to its limit.

The pointer on the dashboard, like a mad man's arm, waves wildly, gears, hinges, pipes, steam balls, every mechanical part makes a "squeak, squeak” sound, shivering desperately, steam leaking out of tight seals, and even more, screaming hysterically.

Roxing dragon's skin was burned by burning steam, causing a series of astonishing blisters, and even the bystander felt painful for him.

As if he had no pain, he bit the second shell on his teeth, locked the gas valve, pressurized, aimed, and pulled the rope down a second time.

“Boom!”

Gus and Gray just climbed up and got turned over by steam.

The second bullet, wrapped and propelled by high pressure steam, broke out and flew towards the high priest of Luotian.

Unfortunately, Ro Xinglong was in a hurry. The pressure applied by this steam bullet was not only too slow, but the ballistics were also twisted. When he flew to the high priest in Luotian, he began to shake.

High Priest Luo Tian hastily fired a second punch.

This punch is aimed directly at the steam bullet.

The fist once again formed a vortex, and the vortex actually devoured the steam bullet completely, using hundreds of spins to defuse the impact of the steam bullet, but instead controlled the steam bullet and pushed the steam bullet back towards the steam cannon!

All eyes wide open.

Thought a steam bullet would smash a steam cannon to pieces.

Even Rohingyu couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The steam bullet rubbed his scalp, and then flew half a metre above the steam cannon.

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

But any fanatic who is rubbed by a steam bullet to the skin of a little oil is fractured, dead or wounded.

Even Gus and Grey had their faces splattered with the blood of the fanatics, and they could not help but cry out for the strength of the great priest Luo Tian.

No wonder my uncle Rayleigh admired Luo Tian high priest so much.

His arms are like two cannons!

“I wonder if those weapons I got from Hell can handle the High Priest of Luotian? ”

Gus couldn't help but think.

He still treats the Federation of Stars, the Real Human Empire and the Covenant Alliance as hell.

Analyzing from the scenes he sees during his practice in hell, he thinks it should be fine.

The equipment that the demon Lu dust gave him, even if he could not kill the high priest Luo Tian, could at least burn the latter to the ground, blow up the scorching head and sweep the temple of the boxing temple.

But I don't know why Lu Light Dust is still silent and unwilling to take out “Hell's Weapon” for use again.

Strange, isn't Lu Light Dust hoping for a big mess? Isn't this the best chance?

As long as he, the Son, defeats the High Priest of Luo Tian, the faith of the Iron Fist Army and the Ten Thousand Fist Gods will collapse.

And the Machinery and Steam Divinity will surely go wild, and everyone will fight without fear of death. Perhaps there is a chance to take Qianyuan City!

Gus' fox suspicion was interrupted by Rohingyu's desperate roar.

Seeing that several joysticks on the steam cannon were pushed to the bottom by him, steam that erupted like a volcano, burned him as red as lobster. When he stuffed the third bullet into the cannon, he stabbed his whole arm in, leaving the skin to contact the cannon tube, making a “nourishing” barbecue.

At this moment, Ro Xinglong's face became immensely obscure, as if he were the embodiment of a mechanical demon and a steamer.

The steam cannons trembled violently, and the steam balls and high-pressure bins were like the eggs of a mature demon, born inside, about to break out of a cage.

Lessons learned about the gas weakness of the second steam cannon were learned, and this time, Rohingylon struck twice as much pressure as the limit.

The high priest still carried his hands, stomped empty-handed, looked at him without expression, and did not interrupt the meaning of Roxing Dragon at all.

The greatest contempt is to ignore, and in this light and cloudy gesture he demonstrates to all believers on both sides, as well as to the people of the city, the weakness of the pseudo-gods and the strength of the true gods.

“Long live the steam god! ”

Finally, Ro Xinglong pressurized the steam cannon to the point where it was about to jump.

His face and voice were completely twisted and he roared insanely, "Go to hell, boxer! ”

“Run! ”

Gus' mind suddenly heard Lu dust.

Without waiting for him to react, a crispy current came from deep inside his nerves, his limbs dancing independently, dragging past his sister at incredible speed, squeezing behind the fanatics.

Every piece of his muscle was trembling in a very rhythmic fashion, making him look like a mudslide, with his sister behind dozens of fanatics in his breath.

At this time, Ro Xinglong pulled down the rope for the third time on the steam cannon.

Boom!

This alarming thunder is ten times more powerful than the two loud noises just made.

Unfortunately, the noise is not in the chamber, but a little behind the chamber, inside the steam balls and the high-pressure silo.

Steam cannon, blow up!

When the first two punches were fired by the high priest Luo Tian, the invisible punch had followed the shell trajectory, sneaking into the cannon chamber of the steam cannon, affecting the complex pipeline and mechanical structure behind the cannon chamber, and the precision of the stiff seam.

Three fires in a row, with too short intervals and extremely high temperatures, caused minor deformation of many mechanical parts.

Plus Roxing Dragon breathes in like a lunatic twice as high pressure.

How is it possible not to be punished by the Steam Demon?