"Where are the blood-coated cannons?!" With an order, more than a dozen blood-coated cannons were already lying on the main road.
In front of a group of blood-clothed guards, there was a man with two swords on his back. This man was in his forties, but his skin was extremely pale. He commanded the blood-clothed guards to push out huge blood-clothed cannons.
The appearance of the bloody cannon immediately silenced the scene.
"Good boy, is this one of the trump cards of the Blood Clothes Sect, the Blood Clothes Cannon?" said a disciple of the Voodoo Sect.
Another Voodoo disciple gritted his teeth: "Don't underestimate this blood-clothed cannon. This thing uses spiritual stones as shells. One shell is equivalent to a full blow from a great martial artist. This blood-clothed cannon is They were purchased from higher-ranking sects, and the Blood-clothed Sect is rich and wealthy. It is said that they have more than a hundred blood-clothed cannons."
"They have been waiting for this day for too long." said a voodoo woman.
This woman is none other than Myolie Wu, the daughter of the leader of the voodoo sect.
Myolie Wu said: "Damn it, Xue Zhenxiong was obviously at fault in the first place, and now he wants to take the lead in attacking. They plan to kill everyone."
"Miss, there is nothing we can do about this. The leader has already communicated with them. Fighting against the blood-clothed guards will only lead to defeat, so we can only cooperate with them." The male disciple next to Myolie Wu said.
A group of them were under a rock wall, saying they were here to help, but in fact they were all here to make fun of themselves.
"Brother Hugo saved us in the Black Forest, we have to inform him as much as possible!" Myolie Wu said.
The disciple next to him said: "Miss, you can't do that. This Li Yuguo is the person the blood-clothed guards have named to kill. If you try to protect him like this, I'm afraid something will happen!"
"Xiaosi, you are too cowardly! As long as you don't tell us about this matter, isn't it okay? And you know this matter and I know it, and God knows it. As long as we keep it secret, how can we be afraid of leaking it? Besides, if it weren't for the original Brother Hugo took care of that big bug for us, we have long been burping, how can we still be lazy here?" Myolie Wu said playfully.
Xiaosi was very aggrieved: "Of course I know about this. If it weren't for Brother Hugo, we would all be dead. But if we leave now and are discovered by others, wouldn't it be..."
"What are you afraid of? There are so many voodoo people here. If there are too many of us, there won't be too many of us. If you are timid, just stay here and watch the show. If you are brave and you are a man, come with me!" Myolie Wu quietly slipped into the woods.
Xiao Si clenched his fists and said: "I, I am not a coward. Miss, wait a minute, I'll come, I'll come!"
"And I!"
Several disciples followed the eldest daughter Myolie Wu away in a hurry. At this time, preparations for the bombardment were completed. Elder Shuangdao shouted angrily: "Ximen Ni, come out and die quickly, or we will bombard the mountain with artillery!"
"Who did I think it was? It turns out to be Wang Qiushui, the sixth swordsman of the Thirteen Swordsmen in Blood Clothes. Brother Wang is doing well lately!" The old master Ximen Ni, dressed in a Taoist fairy style, had already arrived in front of the mountain gate.
Double Sword Elder Wang Qiu Shui sneered: "Now that you surrender immediately and declare that your Zhen Yuan Sect will submit to the Blood Clothes Sect from now on, we will remove these cannonballs and we will still be friends from now on!"
"Hmph, it's just a bloody cannon. You prodigal ambitions will be punished by heaven sooner or later. Where is the True Yuan Sword Formation!?" Ximen Ni shouted.
A large group of people headed by Yun Xianchen and Ximen Lang had already gathered. There were about thirty-six people, and they happened to be the Tiangang Thirty-six True Yuan Sword Formation. Ximen Lang shouted: "Here!"
"It seems that you are not drinking wine as a penalty! Come on, let's fire off the cannons!" Wang Qiushui gave an order, and the blood-clothed cannons fired with a bang!
The blue fireballs of vitality rose into the sky, getting bigger and bigger in the air, and finally turned into fireballs the size of alchemy furnaces, and smashed towards the Zhenyuan Sect.
Boom boom boom!
For a moment, an explosion of blue flames filled the surrounding area.
A large number of houses were collapsed by the bombing, a large number of tiles were splashed, and the ground was cracked. A good Zhenyuan Sect was beaten to pieces by artillery fire.
The disciples came to the door one after another, wanting to attack the enemy. Unexpectedly, the archers of the Blood Clothes Guards were already in place at this time. Arrows tied with low-grade spiritual stones shone coldly in the air. They directly used the spiritual stones to attack the enemy. As a weapon, one can imagine how rich the Proud Blood City's heritage is.
After a wave of arrows, the disciples of Zhenyuan Sect suffered heavy casualties. Those disciples with lower moral standards were directly killed in the random arrows.
"The number of enemies is too many, too many..." A disciple covered his arm. His arm had been pierced by arrows, and blood was constantly flowing down.
"Damn it, our attacks must be within a hundred steps to be effective, and they are equipped with spirit stone arrows, which is too far away."
Many disciples of the Zhenyuan Sect have become discouraged, and they are very sad and angry.
"It's just that we usually pay too much attention to cultivation and only focus on improving our own strength. Without the sense of crisis, we don't pay attention to any magic weapon. Retribution! Retribution!" said an elder of Zhenyuan Sect.
Ximen Ni's eyes were red and his heart was bleeding. The enemy came so fast that they had no time to prepare. The overall strength of the Zhenyuan Sect was not weak, but the enemy suddenly attacked and beat them. Caught off guard.
The spiritual stones of the Zhenyuan Sect are all used for cultivation. Who would be willing to use these spiritual stones to make weapons
At this time, the judgment was made, and the Zhenyuan Sect fell into a dead end.
"The enemy has been defeated, blood-clothed cavalry, prepare!" Double Path Elder Wang Qiu Shui shouted.
In an instant, more than a thousand war horses had stood up, with armor hanging on their bodies. These armors were actually domino armor made of low-grade spiritual stones. At this time, with the blood-clothed guards on them, after giving an order, Launched an attack!
Those disciples were still struggling in the rain of arrows. At this time, the enemy charged and were immediately caught off guard!
The earth hummed dully under the trampling of many horse hooves. Ximen Lang had just leveled his long sword, but those cavalrymen actually started throwing javelins from a long distance away.
Whoosh!
The javelin pierced the battle formation and took away the lives of a large number of Zhenyuan Sect disciples. Yun Xianchen gritted her teeth. She knew that this battle was probably a conspiracy that the Blood Clothes Sect had been brewing for many years.
At this time, King Qiu Shui of the Double Swords personally mounted his horse and charged. The war horse was dispatched, carrying him and he started running as fast as he could. To him, the disciples from the two factions fighting around him seemed to be undulating like waves. He laughed loudly, and the two swords passed by him. Everywhere, heads were flying!
"Wang Qiushui, stop!" Ximen Ni rushed towards Wang Qiushui. He glanced at the disciples of the Thirty-six True Yuan Sword Formation of Tiangang: "You are the last bloodline of the True Yuan Sect. All disciples must obey the order and escort the core disciples. Break out of the siege and go to Nalan City to meet the princess!"
"yes!"
The disciples of the Zhenyuan Sect were also furious. Life and death no longer mattered to them. They fought desperately towards the blood-clothed guards, just to carve out a bloody path and find a way for Yun Xianchen and others to retreat!
For a while, there were cries of ghosts and howls of wolves, and the flash of swords and shadows, one after another.
Yun Xianchen slashed away one enemy after another. Her pretty face turned red and she was furious: "Are these people finished?"
"Junior sister, hold on, I think... there must be someone waiting for your return in Nalan City." Ximen Lang said.
"Senior brother, what are you talking about? If you want to leave, let's go together. Let's break out of the siege and go to Nalan City!"
"It would be best if you can get out!"
Ximen Lang thrust out his sword and penetrated directly into the throat of a blood-clothed guard. The blood sprayed by the blood-clothed guard dyed Ximen Lang's face bright red.
However, Ximenlang's arm shook, and he looked very hard.
Yun Xianchen saw it in her eyes. She knew that Ximen Lang's injuries had not recovered yet. It was no wonder that it had only been two or three days. How could he recover
Yun Xianchen looked in the direction of Nalan City, and suddenly she remembered Li Yuguo's crooked smile. Her heart warmed, and she gritted her teeth: "Big pervert, don't let anything happen to you!"
As she spoke, she also moved forward and launched a fierce attack on the enemy. The sword shadows continued to fall around, harvesting the lives of the surrounding blood-clothed guards.
However, more and more Zhenyuan Sect disciples fell.