Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - z282

In the roar of the God of Boxing, the expressions of the crowd seemed to freeze like steam pellets and time.

They could clearly see the waves of ring-like ripples spreading from the roar and banging on the steam projectiles.

Each sound wave bombarded the steam projectile slightly out of direction.

When the last sound wave blasted out, the steam projectile had completely lost its precise trajectory and became a drunk headless fly.

Time begins to flow again.

The steam projectile passed by Luo Tian high priest, and flew up into the air crookedly, drawing a weak arc, crossing the temple of fist, and falling somewhere.

“what……”

Many mechanical and steam fanatics sighed with disappointment or even despair.

“what!”

Tekken Army and Boxing God believers are ecstatic and war-fighting.

Luo Tian high priest still expressionless, floating in the air, looking at Luo Xinglong above the steam cannon.

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

“This this……”

Luo Xinglong was depressed, ashamed, and angry.

He looked like an injured bull, his eyes were covered with burning blood, and he pulled the joystick to pressurize the pressure chamber of the steam cannon.

In order to fill the high-pressure steam that can fire a second time as soon as possible, he squeezed every mechanical part of this steel giant to the limit.

The pointer on the dashboard is waving like a madman’s arm, gears, hinges, pipes, steam balls, every mechanical component makes a “squeak” sound, trembling desperately, leaking because of tight seal The steam that came out stirred the hysterical scream.

Luo Xinglong’s entire body was burned by the hot steam, causing a series of shocking blisters, which even the onlookers couldn’t help feeling distressed for him.

He seemed to have no pain, gritted his second shell, locked the air valve, pressurized, aimed, and pulled the rope for the second time.

“boom!”

Gus and Gray just got up and were overturned by steam.

The second projectile was blown out by the high pressure steam and pushed towards Luotian High Priest.

Unfortunately, Luo Xinglong was in a hurry. The pressure of this steam projectile was not enough. Not only was the speed too slow, but the trajectory was crooked. When he flew in front of Luo Tian High Priest, he began to crumble.

Luo Tian High Priest unhurriedly punched a second punch.

This punch is directed at the steam projectile.

The boxer formed a vortex again, and the vortex actually swallowed the steam projectile completely. It used hundreds of rotations to dissipate the impact of the steam projectile. Instead, it controlled the steam projectile and pushed the steam projectile back in the direction of the steam cannon!

All eyes widened.

I thought the steam projectile would smash the steam cannon.

Even Luo Xinglong shrank his neck involuntarily.

The steam projectile then rubbed his scalp, and flew half a meter above the steam cannon.

But like a hungry iron beast, in the fanatics behind the steam cannon, smashed a **** channel.

Any fanatic who has been rubbed a little bit of oil by the steam projectile has a broken tendon and is injured or killed.

Even Gus and Grace were splashed with the blood of the zealots, and they could not help secretly speaking about the high strength of Luo Tian High Priest.

No wonder, Lei Leilie respected Luo Tian High Priest so much.

His arms are almost the barrel of two cannons!

“I don’t know, can the weapons I got from ‘Hell’ deal with the high priest Luo Tian?”

Gus couldn’t help thinking about it.

He still regarded the “Federation of Starlight, the Real Human Empire and the Covenant Alliance” as hell.

Analyzing from the scenes he saw while practicing in hell, he felt that there should be no problem.

The equipment given to him by the demon Lu Qingchen, even if he could not kill the high priest Luo Tian, ​​at least he could burn the latter to a shameless face, explode his head, and make the fist shrine sworn.

However, I do n’t know why Lu Qingchen has not said a word until now, and he is unwilling to take out the “Hell Weapon” again.

It’s strange, doesn’t Lu Qingchen hope that the world will be chaotic, isn’t it the best opportunity now?

As long as his “son” can repel the high priest Luo Tian, ​​the beliefs of the Tekken Army and the believers of the Thousand Boxing God will collapse.

And the mechanical and steam gods will definitely be mad, and everyone will charge without fear, maybe they have a chance to win the Qianyuan City!

Gus’ suspicion was interrupted by Luo Xinglong’s despairing roar.

I saw that several of the joysticks on the steam cannon were pushed to the end by him. The steam that was pulsating like a volcano erupted and turned him as red as the lobster. The gun barrel was hot, but his entire arm was pinched in. No matter how the flesh came in contact with the gun barrel, it made a “zizi” barbecue-like harsh sound.

At this moment, Luo Xinglong’s face became incomparable, like the incarnation of a mechanical demon and a steam demon.

The steam cannon trembled violently. The steam ball and the high-pressure chamber were like mature eggs of a demon. The demons bred in it were about to break out of the cage.

After absorbing the lessons learned from the weakness of the second steam cannon, this time, Luo Xinglong burst into a pressure of more than twice the limit.

The high priest of Luo Tian still carried his hands on his hands, stepped in the void, and looked blankly, without interrupting Luo Xinglong at all.

The biggest disdain is disregard. With this kind of scornful attitude, he showed the weakness of the false God and the power of the true God to all believers on both sides and the people of the city.

“Long live the **** of steam!”

Finally, Luo Xinglong pressurized the steam cannon to the point where he would jump up.

His face and voice were completely distorted, and he snarled insanely, “Go to death, boxing god!”

“Run!”

In Gus’s mind, Lu Qingchen’s voice suddenly came.

Before he could react, a tingling electric current came from deep in his nerves, and his limbs danced involuntarily, pulling his sister at an incredible speed and squeezing behind the fanatics.

Each of his muscles was wriggling rhythmically, making him look like a loach, breathing his sister into the back of dozens of fanatics.

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

boom!

The earth-shattering thunder was ten times stronger than the two loud noises just now.

It is a pity that the place where the noise is made is not the gun chamber, but a little behind the gun chamber, the steam ball and the high-pressure chamber.

Steam cannon, blow up!

When the high priest Luo Tian shot his first two punches, the invisible boxer had been following the trajectory of the shell, and quietly penetrated into the barrel of the steam cannon, affecting the complex pipeline and mechanical structure behind the barrel, and the precision of the seams.

Three consecutive firings, the interval is too short, and extreme temperature has also caused many mechanical parts to undergo slight deformation.

In addition, Luo Xinglong poured in twice the extreme high pressure like a madman.

How could it not be punished by the “Steam Demon”?