463: C463 The Power of the Mystic Spirit Cannons

C463 The Power of the Mystic Spirit Cannons

Before the disciple could finish his words, his head flew into the air, scaring everyone around him.

"Spreading rumors, disturbing the hearts of the troops, committing crimes worthy of ten thousand deaths, and speaking nonsense, no matter which sect or sect, my Hundred Sect Alliance's Law Enforcement Squadron will treat them equally and will not forgive them." A middle-aged man yelled.

"Give it your all. Now, you can't just retreat whenever you want. You're already stuck in a quagmire, unable to advance or retreat at all." Some disciples also muttered.

Thus, the power of his attacks became even more frenzied. It was as if he was risking his life.

There were two Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage Patriarchs who were in charge of controlling the situation. Their attacks from the ten million disciples all hit the big array of Myriad Swords Sect.

Poof, poof, poof. These sounds rang out endlessly within the tens of thousands of great formations. There were even some weak disciples that died from the shock, because the enemy's attacks were too powerful.

It could be said that with the suppression of two Genuine Tyrant Stage Patriarchs, Hundred Sect disciples like them could forcefully exhaust their Myriad Swords Sect to death.

This was because as they consumed them, it would become easier for them to destroy the defensive sword formation.

"Disciples, elders, and protectors of the third peak and above of the Heavy Wheel Stage, use the Fantasy Immortal Sword Formation at full strength in combination with the second style of the Thousand Extinction Sword Formation: Myriad Swords Converge One. The other disciples use all their might to defend, and they are all prepared to fight to the death," Sect Master Wang Kunloong's voice resounded in the ears of every single Myriad Swords Sect disciple.

The disciples who had originally been lifeless and limp on the ground all slapped their chests. Their lifeblood essence sprayed onto their life swords and their power immediately increased explosively.

This was the moment of life and death, he would not hold anything back.

Even if it meant that he would not be able to use the spiritual energy in his body for the next three months, would he be willing to?

With sect master, the Patriarchs, the Great Elders, and the Elders taking the lead, all of the disciples below, one by one, followed suit.

Sect Master Wang Kunloong was unable to control the more than one hundred eighty thousand Heavy Wheel Stage third peak and above disciples, one by one, after using Fantasy Immortal Sword Formation, he would be able to combine ten thousand swords into one. But with Myraid Swords Tower as a medium, he barely managed to exert all his strength and loudly shouted: "Ten thousand swords, return to one, chop …"

In front of them, Holy Palace and the Grandmaster of the Heavenly Kui Sect, who was leading the Hundred Sect Alliance disciples, saw the Giant Sword cutting down.

He was scared out of his wits. Even though there was the Law Enforcement Hall behind him, he couldn't care less. He turned around and ran.

Even the two Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage's felt their scalps go numb. However, the two of them were unable to escape as they were locked on to by the huge Sword Intent, unable to move. As they got closer to the Giant Sword, the fear in their hearts became stronger.

"No …" No, no, how could that be possible? Tyrant Blade Sect, sect master, and the others were also at the front of the line, "Before he died, he still could not believe that this was true.

From the middle of the mountain that was Half-martial Arts Training Field, it directly caved in, and the sound spread far away. Third Elder and Feng Chi, who were originally only a few dozen kilometers away, also let out hysterical howls.

Because the one who came to stop them was the other ancestor of their Holy Palace, who originally only had a few dozen kilometers left.

But this Genuine Tyrant Stage ancestor did not start a massacre either. He just stood in front of him and did not let them pass, unable to defeat him or kill him, unable to do anything to him.

They could clearly see that the Blacktooth Peak had collapsed halfway down the mountain, and the sounds were still incessant.

Sect Master Wang Kunloong and the Great Elder Guo Tai also fell to the ground from mid-air with blood spurting out from their mouths. They no longer had any fighting strength left. They had already done their best and could only resign themselves to fate.

But looking at the situation in front of them, half of the enemy Hundred Sect Alliance's Half-martial Arts Training Field had already collapsed. At this time, Wang Meng, Liu Fen, Gao Zhishang, Wang Hu and the other newly entered elders angrily stepped forward.

This was because they weren't the ones who controlled the formation. The backlash they received was relatively easier to deal with.

Hurriedly supporting sect master and the other higher-ups, Wang Meng's eyes turned red. Since he was young, he had never seen his father so weak.

His aura was growing weaker and weaker, and blood was seeping through his entire body. He was unconscious.

He hastily used his spirit energy to investigate and his heart turned pale with fright. The cracks that had appeared on all eight of his extraordinary meridians had caused countless bones to break in his body? Furthermore, his face looked old, as if he had overdrawn his longevity in exchange for this powerful attack.

He hurriedly took out the "Spiritual Marrow" that Lee Er gave him and poured it into his mouth. What top healing pill?

"The Ares-class Cannon is ready!" Gao Zhishang shouted.

In the disciples' camp at the back, several thousand Myriad Swords Sect disciples were standing up crookedly. Looking at the situation, they were all extremely weak, but after taking the pill s, they slightly stabilized the injuries in their bodies.2

They all called out the Profound Spirit Cannon that they had been given by their senior, the Holy Son.

There were more than 500 doors, all aimed at the collapsed training field. Although it was still filled with dust, he couldn't care less.

"F * ck him! F * ck him!" Liu Fen roared angrily.

"Bang …" Bang Bang Bang, the five hundred Profound Spirit Cannon s bombarded the collapsed training field. Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Although he did not know what major event had happened, he could tell from the sound of the explosion that no one in the Yan Wu Continent could withstand such power.

Before leaving, Lee Er specially bought five hundred doors from the Jade Dragon Empire Forging Sect. Adding the sixty doors from before, it was more than enough to deal with all the enemies that came.

Before, Gao Zhishang had already requested for the Profound Spirit Cannon to be used from sect master. However, both sides were so angry that they had completely forgotten about it, and they also needed to constantly defend against the enemy's attacks.

When the two forefathers of the Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage Sect attacked, it was already too late to bring out the Profound Spirit Cannon.

Right now, he could only hope that this indiscriminate bombing would be able to completely destroy the opponent.

Even the Holy Palace Ancestor, who was in charge of stopping the increase in their numbers, had a drastic change in expression when he saw this scene. He could no longer care about his dignity and ambitions as he stepped into the air alone.

For Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage, the distance of dozens of miles was covered in a few breaths' time. Just as his figure appeared in the air, countless Profound Spirit Cannon rushed towards him.

He was so scared that his soul almost left his body as he hastily retreated. Moreover, his entire body seemed to be covered with a protective layer of spirit energy. Even though he had already used all his strength, he was still bombarded by over a hundred energy cannonballs.

Under his hurried defense, Cang Lang actually suffered a heavy injury. His body was smashed into a pulp, and he no longer had the strength to fight. He dragged his battered body as he used a secret technique to escape.

However, he gritted his teeth in his heart. He had to avenge this grudge when his injuries recovered.

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