The steamy toilet continued to hunt them down, and now not only the toilet but also the real steam giants appeared—the iron sheets wrapped around their bodies, these steel talos steam from behind, the steam gave them power, the punches gave them wisdom, and these unmanned giants more than ten meters tall were chasing the fugitives. ∷VIII8∷Reading∷Book,.2∞≠

Their steel shells make them fearless of blows, while the giant spike balls on the giants' wrists shoot like cannonballs powered by high-pressure steam. The shield of true qi can't be stopped, and you must have a close-fitting gang qi and a strong ** to be able to bear it - or you can wear armor.

In short, it is absolutely not enough to rely solely on any sword intent and sword intent, you can only fight hard. In light power, these Talos move very fast, and they really can't run away for a while and a half - and the martial arts masters of this world have also caught up.

Bai Lang has not yet seen a martial arts master, these four can be regarded as seeing - a simple physical powerhouse, and there is also a strong body under the skin and flesh. The power of the flesh is able to move the air, which erupts in blocks, that is, waves.

The vigor of the blood and qi has reached an incredible level, and the physical body may not be able to cut open even if it is a divine weapon, and it is not controlled by eating - spiritual martial arts are ineffective. All of them are very, very difficult opponents, and not only are they physically tough, but even some natural phenomena can be simulated in the flesh.

In the words of these people, it is the use of "qi", which can turn into fire and ice, or wind and thunder. "It's not internal strength. The young woman of the four said, and after the fight, she had already sensed the abnormality through the qi machine.

Sword intent and sword intent are all useless, only vigorous output is strength!

The mutation had just begun, and Bai Lang had no idea that such a change had occurred in this world. → Eight →.Eight ** Reading, .↓.o≥ He is now facing something more troublesome than a steam truck - a steam tank, if there is a saying about tanks in this world.

"Steam power, rigid suspension, riveted armor! It's a holy relic except for multiple turrets!" Bai Lang looked at the Land Cruiser in front of him in admiration. In order to accommodate a high-pressure steam engine with sufficient power, the tank was long, wide and tall.

The length is twelve or thirteen meters, the width is definitely more than five meters, and the height is almost two stories high. The smoky steam unit in the rear drove the wide tracks, and the coal hopper in the center of the tank, which was almost spiked.

In contrast, the turret at the front is smaller - this square turret is only one person high, and it is a square box of up to three meters, with a stubby tube at the front and back of the box - the caliber is quite large, but the barrel is really short, so this cannon is a howitzer at the top. And there are two Gatlings on the box, plus two Gatlings on either side of the coal hopper, and this is all the combat power of this steam tank.

As soon as this thing appeared, it carried two steam trucks, its own skin was rough and thick, and Bai Lang tried to stab the armor, "The Southern Dou White Tiger Fist can pierce a hole, but it is not easy to tear it." "This armor is actually twenty centimeters thick, so it seems that this tank is definitely more than a hundred tons, no wonder this cargo is moving so slowly.

Bai Lang didn't want to try to see if he could take the shell of this howitzer - this is a rear-loading howitzer, and the shell is not a round iron egg, so you can't play with science and I can't play with magic skills. In this twisted world, Bai Lang really didn't want to try to see if his golden bell jar could catch the cannonballs.

Gatlin's bullet couldn't help him, which Bai Lang tried with his left hand - he didn't need to strengthen it with special luck, he could block it by relying solely on his Southern Dou White Tiger Fist combined with the ** cultivated by the Golden Bell Jar and the Gang Qi that was close to the skin, at most, he just felt as if his hand was being pushed hard by something.

Bai Lang flipped through the small notebook, and the tank recorded in it was one of a series of expensive recyclables - this was a whole family of tanks, from the ordinary tank in front of him to the Spitfire tank with a bulldozer blade, each of which was something that could be recycled at a high price.

It's full of treasures, but it's hard to capture it in its entirety - because the punch machine is inside the tank, you have to pry open the lid of the tank to get into the cockpit and then smash the machine. Bai Lang came here to satisfy his curiosity and study this world by the way—if he couldn't cultivate, this was the only thing left.

If you don't study, no one knows when the jade fish will be charged, three years and five years or eight years and ten years? Even if Bai Lang was already an innate master, and he used the heart of the white tiger to kill those distorted vitality that had infiltrated his body all the time, he still didn't dare to guarantee that there would be no changes in a few years.

He had nothing to do with this tank, but Bai Lang didn't want to go to great lengths to get a tank that couldn't be driven back - these parts were not small, and they couldn't fit in his bag. The massive bombardment of the tanks attracted the other monsters roaming the wilderness.

It was a humanoid monster in a strange leather suit.

These monsters are all taller than Bai Lang, Bai Lang is already more than one meter nine, and this monster is almost half as tall as Bai Lang. He was wearing a one-piece leather suit, a pair of leather boots under his feet, and his head was also hooded, but the part of his face was a gas mask like a pig's face, and there were no eyeballs in his glasses, just a black mass.

The monster carried three cylinders in parallel behind its back, with a tube leading to the qiang in their hands. "Flamethrower?" Bai Lang saw at a glance what this thing was, and these monsters also had a single-barreled qiang in the other hand—a very large one.

There were four such monsters in total, and there was no record in the small book. This humanoid monster is much more agile than a tank, and its speed is not slower than the current white wave. Bai Lang increased his speed slightly, avoiding the squirt bursts of these guys, and the flames spit out from the flamethrower were long and thick, and the spray on the ground occupied at least half an area the size of a basketball court. However, it didn't hit the white waves, and the sudden acceleration of the white waves made these monsters miscalculate.

The tank's howitzer can also deal damage to these monsters, but it seems that unless it hits directly, the shrapnel that flies sideways will heal quickly, even if it cuts through the leather coats of these monsters. "This isn't a leather coat, this is their skin?" Bai Lang sighed, and then he began to attack.

There is no need to take out the tornado, this kind of TV box, or directly close to the tiger-shaped true meaning output, Nandou White Tiger Fist walks. Bai Lang threw himself out of the ground with a long body, bypassing the first monster, allowing it to block the cannonball in the line between the tank and Bai Lang. And Bai Lang shot at the second weirdo.

A claw scratched at it like a claw, and when it tore through the extremely tough leather coat, there was a disgusting gooey underneath it—like a rotting limb or some kind of mollusk. "Damn!" Bai cursed, not even daring to smell how bad his hands were. 11...Friends who read books, you can search for "blue Chinese network", you can find this site as soon as possible.