Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1157 - 597:

Thump thump thump thump!

For a moment, the channel connecting the robust Taoist's mouth and buttocks kept shaking, firing silver bullets.

Simultaneously, the resonance between his mouth and bottom achieved a greater effect, increasing its power.

A qigong master breaking wind inherently surpasses ordinary people in might.

There was once a qigong master whose fart was said to have obliterated half a sect.

If that sect's people were few enough, this robust Taoist's qigong prowess could reach that legendary level, easily killing people with a fart.

Now, he has combined his qigong with these ingeniously crafted Heavenly Crafted Tools, truly reaching the limits of human power.

In a short span, the bullets he unleashed upon Duan Yun could have destroyed a small city.

Yet, Duan Yun still hadn't fallen.

It can be said that Old Demon Duan indeed lives up to being the most terrifying demon in recent years, even without peer, managing to endure for so long.

Duan Yun didn't expect the opponent's firepower to be so fierce. His Dual Masters of Sword and Saber barely managed to fend off the impact, but his arms were incredibly sore and numb.

Several times, bullets struck his body, only to be blocked by the Red Hair cloak.

It must be said that these bullets were custom-made, paired with his opponent's terrifying force, they had immense lethality, even curling the Red Hair.

This was already severe damage, equivalent to a severely dirtied coat, far beyond minor staining.

But the bombardment kept on going, and he found no gap to unleash an even fiercer killing move.

Yes, this honest-looking Tianchen Daoist's lips were roasted to the point of resembling sausages, his buttocks had bloomed from continuously farting and firing bullets, yet he hadn't stopped.

Because he had never encountered an opponent he couldn't bring down for so long.

Whether it was the big-footed female Taoist or the fire-spitting Little Moustache Taoist, or the honest Daoist in front crazily shooting bullets with his butt and mouth, they usually all followed a one-wave flow tactic.

I'm like a ping-pong player, who enjoys rushing so hard that even knocking myself over, if I score, it's my point, if not, it's theirs, just that one wave.

These Four Great Paths, facing enemies in the past, any one of them could wave and wipe out the enemy, but this time, Duan Yun and Shen Ying were clearly exceptions.

Their explosive surge was still as fierce as a flood, but Duan Yun and Shen Ying were like two mountains, never succumbing to being overthrown.

Especially Duan Yun, under Tianchen's "Destruction of All Living Beings" barrage, he still wasn't "Severely Injured", indeed some might call it unbelievable.

Thanks to Tianchen's qigong expertise that made his momentum longest-lasting and most enduring.

But no matter how long-lasting, no matter his butt already blooming, his lips roasted well-done, he still had to face a new problem.

He was running out of silver bullets.

These silver bullets had three chains, hung on three tubes, like three long tails, long and plentiful, but still had limits.

So at this moment, Tianchen while continuing the shooting of silver bullets, thundered from his stomach: "More ammo!"

Under Tianchen Daoist, there were thirteen Inner Warehouse Disciples.

These Inner Warehouse Disciples were as reliable as his left and right arms, or a mobile warehouse, always delivering what he needed the fastest.

Once wanting to entertain with the eighteen freshest women within two incense sticks time, those thirteen Inner Warehouse Disciples delivered delicate ladies within just one incense stick.

This showed just how reliable these thirteen Inner Warehouse Disciples were.

No sooner did his belly issue the command than four people somersaulted over, carrying the silver bullet chain.

Seeing this, everyone was delighted.

As long as the ammunition supply remains, Old Demon Duan will eventually die!

In their eyes, Old Demon Duan was now unable to fight back, riddled with bullet holes, severely injured, on the brink of destruction, needing just a bit more fire to secure absolute victory!

At this moment, a voice cried: "Silks!"

The Nine Death Silkworm Silk unfurled, coiling around the waists of the four, and with a flick, the four somersaulted back the way they came.

Yet the thirteen Inner Warehouse Disciples earned their name; upon the four being tossed out, they had prepared follow-up measures.

That is, what Duan Yun called Plan B following Plan A.

When the four were flung out, another four slid out stealthily along the ground, cleverly concealed by the flying four, acting quite discreetly.

"Master, catch the ammo!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The four bullet chains zipped out like serpentine maneuvers, locking precisely onto Tianchen Daoist's backside.

Ammunition replenished instantly, Tianchen Daoist was overjoyed and continued thundering from his stomach: "Old Demon Duan, you're doomed!"

With that, his bottom quivered crazily, bombarding silver bullets frantically powered by qigong.

Facing such an assault, Duan Yun momentarily grew annoyed.

To this point, he still hadn't retaliated significantly, what on earth is this about!

Tianchen Daoist was dumbfounded, but continued his assault, and even with increasing ferocity.

For he knew well that only by exerting all his might could he slay Old Demon Duan.

This was probably the only chance in his lifetime!

Suddenly, there was a bang, Duan Yun swung his swords and felt the pressure around him sharply reduce.

Tianchen Daoist's head was still madly shaking, silver bullets still raining down, yet the power and speed were vastly inferior to before.

A disciple standing close behind his bottom looked distressed: "Master, your barrel burst!"

Tianchen Daoist turned, and through the swirling smoke, his bottom indeed had burst.