The steam toilet continued to chase them. Now not only the toilet, but also the real steam giants appeared - the iron sheet wrapped around the body, these steel Taros were steaming from behind, steam gave them power, and the punching machine gave them wisdom. These unmanned giants, more than ten meters high, were chasing the fugitive. ∷8∷8∷Read∷,.2∞≠

The steel shell makes them fearless of attacks, while the huge thorn balls on the wrists of these giants can be shot like shells under the power of high-pressure steam. The shield of true qi cannot be blocked, and the strong must be able to withstand it - either wearing armor.

In short, it is absolutely impossible to rely solely on sword intent, and you can only fight head-on. With light skills, these Taros move very fast and can't escape for a while - and martial arts masters in this world also chased after them.

Bai Lang had never seen any martial arts masters. These four people have seen them - simple physical strong men, and there is also a qi protecting their bodies under their skin. The power of the physical body can move the air - the air is erupted in blocks, which means it is a wave.

The blood and energy are so strong that they reach an incredible level. The physical body may not be able to be cut open even if it is a magic weapon, and it is not controlled by control. The mental martial arts are ineffective. They are all very, very difficult opponents, and not only are the physical body strong, but even some natural phenomena can be simulated by the physical body.

The words of these people themselves are the use of "qi". Qi can turn into fire and ice, or it can turn into strong wind and lightning. "This is not the true qi of internal force." The young woman among the four said this. After the fight, she had already noticed the abnormality through the qi.

The sword intent and the heart of the sword are useless, only the output of great power is the strength!

The change has just begun, and Bai Lang has no idea that such a change has occurred in this world. → 8→. 8 Reading, ↓.o≥ He is now facing something more troublesome than a steam truck - steam tanks. If there is a saying of tanks in this world.

"Steam power, rigid suspension, riveted armor! Apart from multiple turrets, it is just a holy object!" Bai Lang looked at the land cruiser in front of him so much. In order to accommodate a high-pressure steam engine with sufficient power, this tank is long, wide and very high.

The length is twelve or 3 meters, the width is definitely more than five meters, and the height is almost as high as two floors. The steam unit with black smoke behind drives a wide track and a coal bucket located in the center of the tank, almost all the coals are rising.

In contrast, the turret in front is smaller - the square turret is only one person tall, which is up to three meters square box. There is a thick and short pipe in front and back of the box. The diameter is quite large, but the barrel is really short, so the cannon is a howitzer at the top. There are two Gatlins on the box, plus two Gatlins on both sides of the coal bucket. This is the entire combat power of this steam tank.

As soon as this thing appeared, it brought two steam trucks. Its skin and flesh were thick. Bai Lang tried to stab the armor, "The Southern Dou White Tiger Fist can penetrate a hole, but it is not easy to tear it apart." The armor was actually twenty centimeters thick. It seemed that the tank was definitely more than one hundred tons. No wonder this guy started so slowly.

Bai Lang didn't want to try to see if he could take the shells of this howitzer - this is a rear-loaded howitzer. The shells are not round and iron eggs, so if you have science and magical skills, you can't play with it. In this twisted world, Bai Lang really doesn't want to try to see if his golden bell cover can take the shells.

Gatlin's bullets were useless to him. Bai Lang tried this with his left hand - there was no need to strengthen his luck, and he could block it simply by relying on his Nandou White Tiger Fist and the Qi that was built against the skin. At most, he just felt that his hand was pushed hard by something.

Bai Lang flipped through the notebook, and the tank recorded in it was one of a series of expensive recycling items - this is still an entire tank family, from the ordinary tank in front of him to the tanks with bulldozers with fire-breathing tanks, each of which is something that can be recycled at a high price.

He is also full of treasures, but it is difficult to seize them completely - because the punching machine is inside the tank, he has to pry open the tank's cover and go into the cockpit and then smash the machine. Bai Lang came here to satisfy his curiosity and study the world by the way - if he can't practice, he will only have this point left.

If you don’t study it, no one knows when the Jade Fish will be charged, three or five years or eight or ten years? Staying in this world is not a good choice. Even if Bai Lang is already a congenital master, and he always uses the heart of the White Tiger to kill the twisted vital energy that penetrates into his body, he still cannot guarantee whether there will be any change in a few years.

The tank had no choice but to do anything to him, but Bai Lang didn't want to go back with a tank that could not be driven away - these parts were not small, not something his bag could hold. The huge shelling of the tank attracted other monsters wandering in the wilderness.

It was a humanoid monster wearing a peculiar leather jacket.

These monsters are taller than Bailang, and Bailang is more than 1.9 meters tall. This monster is almost half taller than Bailang. She is wearing a one-piece leather jacket, a pair of leather boots under her feet, and a hooded head. However, the part of her face is a gas mask like a pig's face. There is no eyeball in the glasses, and it is just a pitch black ball.

Behind the monster, there was three parallel cylinders, and a tube led to the qiang-shaped object they were holding. "Firethblaster?" Bai Lang saw what this thing was, and these monsters had the other hand holding a single tube-a big one.

There were four such monsters, and there was no record in the small notebook. This human-shaped monster is much more flexible than the tank, and its speed is not slower than the current Bailang. Bailang increased his speed a little, avoiding the continuous shooting of these guys' trolls. The flames spit out from the flamethrower were long and thick, and it sprayed on the ground at least half the area the size of a basketball court. However, the sudden speeding of Bailang made the monsters wrong.

The howitzers of the tank can also cause damage to these monsters, but it seems that unless they hit directly, the flying shrapnel will soon heal even if they cut through the monsters' leather jackets. "Is this the leather jacket? Is this their skin?" Bai Lang said, and then he began to attack.

You don’t need to take out a TV fist like a tornado, but you should just directly output the true meaning of the tiger-shaped body. The Nandou White Tiger Fist started. Bai Lang stretched out his body and rushed out against the ground, bypassing the first monster, allowing it to block the connection between the tank and Bai Lang to block the shells. Bai Lang attacked the second monster.
Chapter completed!