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Boom boom boom boom!

For a moment, the pipe connecting the burly Daoist's buttocks and mouth shook without stop, firing silver bullets.

At the same time, the vibrations in his mouth and buttocks achieved resonance, making them even more powerful.

When a qigong master farted, its power naturally far surpassed that of ordinary people.

There had once been a legend of a qigong master whose fart had blasted away half a sect.

And with this burly Daoist's qigong cultivation, if that sect had few enough people, he too could reach the level of that legend. Blowing people to death with farts would be effortless.

Now that he had combined his qigong with this exquisitely crafted Heavenly Craft Mechanism, it could practically be called the limit of human power.

In this short span of time, the bullets he had showered upon Duan Yun were enough to wipe out a small city.

Yet Duan Yun still had not fallen.

It could only be said that Duan Old Devil truly deserved to be the most terrifying devil of these past few years, perhaps without equal. He had actually endured for so long.

Duan Yun had not expected the other side's firepower to be this fierce either. Although his Blade-Sword Dual Mastery had barely blocked the assault, both his arms were already numb and aching.

Several times, bullets had struck his body, only to be kept outside by Red Hair.

It had to be said that these bullets were specially made. Combined with the opponent's terrifying force, they were immensely destructive. Even Red Hair had been beaten into slight curls.

This was already an extremely severe injury, practically equivalent to getting the hem of one's clothes badly dirtied—not merely a little dirty.

But the bombardment continued, and he could not find an opening to