MTL - Forty Millenniums of Cultivation-~ The enemy of Tekken (twenty-nine) bombing

The storm of death is like a thunder in the summer afternoon, coming too suddenly.

The devout believers of the boxing gods could not accept such a horrible picture for a time, all of them were weird and stiff, like strange statues.

Even their facial features and facial muscles were not prepared. They still maintained the contempt and excitement, but they felt that something was wrong. The confusion permeated from each pore and condensed into a cloud of fog in front of their eyes.

In the fog, Gus's figure is a little erratic, like a monster that climbed out of hell.

Gus is as confused as they are.

Look at the legs that are left, I don't know if you should continue to call the two "pillars" of the "Han Biao", and then look at the "Thunder-3" type in your arms.

The recoil of the ice and fire, shocked his limbs and numbness, this needle tipped like a phlegm, but the dream and reality gradually merged together.

This is what I did.

This is my strength.

I killed Han Han, Han Han, who is in the same town as her sister!

Gus grinned and laughed as happy as the devil.

Between breathing, naturally, the "Thunder-3" anti-equipment assault rifle is aimed at the second target, "Chou Yan" behind "Han Wei".

Zhou Yan is not afraid.

Because he grew up in the belief that "the boxing **** is invincible" from small to large.

He is pious to the extreme logical thinking mode, and does not have the ability to let him think about what has just happened.

So, Zhou Yan simply forgot what happened.

To say that he is deceiving himself or not, he is determined to be worthy. In short, he regards what happened just now as a certain obstacle, which is the illusion of the devil, but also the test of the **** of boxing.

As long as he is unwavering, he is not afraid, and he punches the enemy into a strong punch.

Then, the supreme god, the invincible, the unique boxing god, will bless him, shelter him, and even come to him?

Zhou Yan thought this way and leaped high toward Gus.

Twenty years of hard work - I used the sandbags to sway together when I was learning the language. When he was playing and playing, he was still biting his teeth, from the ardent expectations of his parents, to the solemn gaze of the statue of the boxing **** in the temple of the boxing. The memory of the past seems to be a new force, perfused into each of his meridians, every blood vessel, every muscle and every cell.

"Fist of God helps me!"

He screamed and felt his body awakened by something that had been crouching for a long time.

In an instant, countless wonderful works of art emerged in his mind, and he was like a slap in the face, suddenly open, like a reborn, beyond the peak.

"A breakthrough!"

Everyone saw the fierce flames that rushed from Zhou Yan.

It was like the blessing of the **** of the gods, turned into a gorgeous armor, wrapped in him.

This is a sign of understanding the mystery of the highest level of boxing and breaking through the new realm.

No one had thought that Zhou Yan had always been down-to-earth, and thus some obscure teenagers had such a powerful force in the excitement of the demon apostles, with their piety and tenacity.

For a moment, the mood of the people suddenly reversed. The scenes where Han Han was killed by Gus lived were forgotten by them. Instead, Zhou Yan’s glory was left.

Under the glare of such a magnificent and majestic radiance as the rising sun, any demon evil will be turned into a powder, and what enchantments will be wiped out?

The faces of everyone were amazed and delighted.

Later, they used the eyes of praise, praise and joy, and watched the breakthrough in the mid-air battle. The devout young boy was shot in two paragraphs by Guss.

"Hey!"

Zhou Yan, broken into two pieces, like two groups of rotten meat, fell heavily on the ground.

Yes, the boxing **** did bless him, making him a breakthrough in the battle, possessing a more overbearing body and a more tough flesh and blood.

Therefore, Zhou Yan was not as smashed as Han Han, and turned into nothingness.

Although most of the internal organs have been bombarded, it is still intact above the chest and below the pelvis.

First, the frozen and charred flesh and blood were temporarily closed, and the blood did not surge. His consciousness could remain awake for half a minute, enough for him to bow his head and see his horrible body.

Zhou Yan's eyes solidified, his expression was sluggish, like a confused mask on his face, and even the strong pain could not break the mask.

Behind the mask, the devout teenager repeatedly recited: "The boxing **** helped me... the boxing **** helped me... the boxing **** helped me... the boxing **** helped me... the boxing god..."

His voice was getting weaker and weaker. Later, he couldn’t utter a complete syllable. He could only open the mouth like a fish on the shore. The mouth opened and closed weakly, and spit out **** bubbles until the sickle’s sickle. Harvest his pious and confused soul.

The tragic death of two consecutive chasers, shattering the shells of most people who deceive themselves, their desperate faces like drowning people finally emerged with the horror and fear they deserved, watching the eyes of the former "waste" tremble, like Is staring at a real demon.

Finally, someone screamed, and the voice seemed to open the venting gate. In a short time, seven or eight chasers screamed hysterically, and their power seemed to leak out with screams, so that the legs Even his body can't support it, not twisting it to the ground, but even rolling it back.

"demon!"

"What power is this?"

"How can the mechanical demon and the steam demon have such a terrible power?"

"The boxing **** is on, the boxing **** -"

They cried and huddled together.

At this time, it is the turn to chase the hardships of the monks in the ranks.

Unlike ordinary boxers, the monks are willing to dedicate their lives and souls to the boxing gods and to abandon all those who are devoted to iron fists.

After the wish, they will accept the harsh test of the boxing temple. Usually they will sit and meditate for ten days and ten nights under the impact of the waterfall. They will also be alone in the depths of the forest for a year and a half, or they will be tied up. A heavy iron chain that travels through vast expanses of desert.

Can withstand such a test, is qualified to enter the boxing temple, cultivate the most profound boxing esoteric, become a helper of the boxing temple, priests and even higher priests.

Compared with ordinary boxers, the monks love the pain, fearless death, and the belief in the **** of boxing is like steel, and will never be confused by any tricks of the devil.

Even with such ridiculous scenes, the monks can still hypnotize themselves and even strengthen the crystal clear and indestructible beliefs.

"The demon is amazing, and the match is over!"

More than a dozen bitter monks screamed, their arms suddenly swelled, and they burst into a metallic light. Then the iron fists were staggered, colliding, and making a sword-like sound.

The sound waves turned into invisible cages, and the monks and the monks surrounded the Gus, and the faith was like a mountain. The war was like a tide, and the heads covered the brain and rushed to Gus.

Gus blinked.

Throwing away the "Thunder-3" anti-equipment assault rifle, but it is the "black tide" triple-loaded heavy Vulcan gun.

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