Chapter 3463: The Enemy of Iron Fist (Thirty) Truth (1/2)

”Fist is on!”

”Fisting God help me!”

”Fisting God is invincible, subduing the demon and subduing the devil!”

The ascetic monks seem to have become the incarnations of the fist god. Every piece of copper-cast iron and high bulging muscle is the gift and will of the fist god. They almost turn their blood into the stormy sea. Si banged his head.

Gus pulled the trigger blankly.

The Vulcan cannon spun around without a hassle, and three flame whips were ejected from the muzzle of the three black holes in the triple mount, which were interlaced together to form the sickle of the **** of death, and began to devastatingly harvest.

The first ascetic monk was cut off by the flame sickle, and split in half like Zhou Yan just now. The upper half flew high, and the lower half fell to the ground.

The second ascetic blasted a strong punch, his fist collided with the bullet, and his arms, shoulders, chest and heart were all turned into dust on the spot. The bullet scorched and took away most of his organs and corpses. With eyes wide open, I couldn't believe it.

The third and fourth ascetic monks one after the other, were shot into hornet's nest by magma-like bullets at the same time. Their pious slogans were only half shouted, and they were frozen in there as soon as they shouted the word ”Fist God”.

Fifth place, sixth place, seventh place...

The menacing ascetic monks have become vulnerable targets, and their majestic movements seem to just make their deaths a little more beautiful.

”...”

The hellish scene of Shura, like a red soldering iron, was deeply imprinted on the hearts and souls of the pursuers, making them silent.

The soul was not possessed, and I felt that my beliefs were the same as the sky, beginning to crack and about to collapse.

The burning death sickle instantly harvested the lives of more than a dozen ascetic monks and began to extend towards the pursuers. After all three of the pursuers were shot into a ball of meat sauce, the pursuers realized like a dream that Ge Si's attack range is far beyond their imagination.

At this moment, the positions of the hunter and the prey were completely reversed, and the pursuers found desperately that they were not hunters at all, but little beasts trembling in the trap.

”Run!”

I don't know who was the first to scream.

The pursuers are like ants whose nests have been destroyed, noisy, noisy, scrambling to turn their heads and run away.

At this moment, they have all displayed all the wonderful skills taught by the **** of fist, running as fast as a monkey with oil on the soles of their feet, jumping as high as a bird with a fire on their ass, and while running away, they are also hysterical. Shouting and venting unprecedented fear and confusion.

There was only one person, and did not join the escaping team like a wave.

Still like a mainstay, a reef on an isolated island, standing on a cliff.

Priest of the Fist Temple, Lei Lie!

”Gus...”

Lei Lie's expression was indeed a little dazed.

But more are sad and sorrowful, as if lamenting that his nephew has fallen to this level.

”What kind of demons have you come into contact with!”

Lei Lie strode towards Gus.