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442: Chapter 442 The magical weapon unleashes its power, catching the opponent off guard.

Things were not much better on the Tianshu Sword Sect side.

The Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivators brought by Zhao Qian were neatly arrayed with awe-inspiring Sword Intent, but in front of the Thunder Roar Cannon, that Sword Intent was no different from paper.

As the beam of light swept across, the formation was instantly torn open.

Five or six Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivators were hit directly, blown into fragments along with their swords!

Shards of blades mixed with flesh and blood, splattering everywhere and hitting the ground with a pattering sound!

"Form up! Quickly form up!"

A Protector Elder at the Mid-Nascent Soul Stage shouted sternly, but his voice was drowned out by the explosions.

Those Sword Cultivator Disciples fled in all directions, and the formation collapsed instantly.

Some were hit by the aftermath of the beam and fell to the ground vomiting blood; some were struck by flying debris, their heads broken and bleeding; others were tripped by their companions' corpses, trampled by the crowd, and wailed continuously.

Situ E's face turned deathly pale in an instant!

He had seen Xu Ruyu use the psionic rocket launcher to blast Mo Feng away, but he thought that was already the limit.

He did not expect that Xu Ruyu still had three Thunder Roar Cannons!

Moreover, although the power of these three cannons could not compare to that psionic rocket launcher, they had the advantage of quantity and wide coverage!

A simultaneous volley from the three was enough to tear a huge gap in the crowd!

Zhao Qian's expression changed as well.

He subconsciously took a few steps back, drew his long sword, and set up a Sword Qi barrier in front of him.

But the Disciples he brought were not so lucky.

Out of the dozen or so Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivators, seven or eight died in the blink of an eye, and several others were seriously injured, lying on the ground wailing. His face was livid, and fire seemed to be spraying from his eyes!

"Xu Ruyu! You are courting death!"

He roared sternly and slashed out with his sword, sending a sharp Sword Qi straight toward Xu Ruyu!

Xu Ruyu was well-prepared; the psionic rocket launcher was already shouldered.

He did not aim at Zhao Qian, but rather at the Jile Sect side—the location where those two Early Saint Realm Grand Elders were!

"Boom!"

Another loud bang!

A silver-white beam of light erupted from the muzzle, heading straight for those two Grand Elders!

Situ E's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sternly, "Dodge!"

Those two Grand Elders reacted extremely quickly, their figures instantly vanishing from where they stood.

But the Jile Sect Disciples behind them were not so lucky.

The beam of light slammed into the middle of the crowd, erupting with blinding light!

"Boom!"

A large crater was blasted into the ground, debris flew everywhere, and smoke and dust filled the sky!

A dozen or so Jile Sect Disciples were blown to pieces, with flesh and blood flying, and severed limbs scattering everywhere!

Those Golden Core Stage Disciples didn't even have time to scream before they were blown into bits!

Although the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators reacted faster, two of them were still hit by the aftermath of the beam, vomiting blood and flying backward!

Situ E's expression could no longer be described as just ugly.

His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief—what on earth was this thing? How could it have such great power?

Zhao Qian was also stunned.

He had slashed out with that sword, thinking he could stop Xu Ruyu, but he hadn't expected that Xu Ruyu would ignore him entirely and go straight to bombing the Jile Sect people.

With this shot, the Jile Sect suffered heavy casualties; that old fox Situ E would likely be heartbroken.

But what shocked him even more was that after firing this shot, Xu Ruyu still had energy to spare.

He tossed aside the psionic rocket launcher, grabbed a qi-breaking gun, and began sweeping fire at the still-dazed Jile Sect Disciples!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

A series of gunshots sounded like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, reaping lives.

For those Golden Core Stage Disciples, their protective spiritual light was like paper before the qi-breaking gun; one shot each, and they fell to the ground in response!

Some were hit in the chest and flew backward, vomiting blood; some were hit in the head, their brains splattered, dying on the spot; others were hit in the limbs, wailing and rolling on the ground!

The Jile Sect side was in complete chaos!

Some screamed and ran backward, some knelt and begged for mercy, and some tried to fight back, but as soon as they raised their Magical Artifacts, they were shot in the head!

Those Demonic Path experts who were usually domineering were now like frightened rabbits, scurrying everywhere!

They had never seen such weapons, never seen such a way of fighting—no need to chant incantations, no need to form seals, no need to gather power; just pull the trigger, and it could claim a life!

"Do not panic! Do not panic!"

A Nascent Soul Cultivator shouted sternly, trying to stabilize the situation. But no sooner had he finished speaking than Leng Ningshuang severed his neck with a blade of ice; his head flew up, and blood sprayed wildly!

His body remained standing, the cut on his neck smooth as a mirror, and it was only after two breaths that he crashed to the ground.

Leng Ningshuang had already donned the Source Energy Armor, held a long sword, and charged into the crowd of the Jile Sect.

Her sword was condensed with ice, and every slash carried a bone-chilling cold.

A Golden Core Stage Disciple was swept by her sword wind; half his body instantly froze into an ice sculpture, and he fell to the ground, shattering into ice chunks!

Zhao Yan also donned his battle armor, his whole body burning with flames, his fists like fireballs; every punch he threw carried a scorching heat wave.

He slammed a punch into the chest of a Nascent Soul Cultivator; the man's protective spiritual light shattered, a large hole was burned into his chest, and he fell to the ground screaming, his entire body on fire, rolling on the ground!

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