In his red eyes, the shape of a pale long sword was reflected, and the long sword was getting closer and closer to him, and he was about to cut off his head.

Realizing this, Rand opened his mouth and made a voice of unknown significance.

"Ahh Ahh

"Protect the General!" shouted an elderly monk leader.

One after another, the spiritual power arrows pierced the sound barrier and shot at the royal disciple at an extremely terrifying speed, and the royal disciple was about to stand on Rand's head with a sword, but at this moment he could only turn around and avoid the tens of thousands of arrows.

A dozen monks had already appeared behind Rand at some point, supporting him and stepping back, until he was a few kilometers away from the king.

Then, one after another, the monks slowly rose from the ground, coming to the position between the king disciple and the rand, until the ground was empty, and there were 300,000 monks in the northern city, filling the space between the king and the rand.

"Ha, ha..." In Rand's mind, the scene of Wang Tu cutting off his arm with a sword was constantly replayed, and at this time, he covered the place where his right hand was cut, and gasped for breath.

And the monks around him shot out a series of healing spiritual power to cover Rand's shoulder, healing the wound on his right shoulder.

As the healing spiritual power took effect, the sharp pain that kept coming from his right arm gradually disappeared, but even so, the deep fear in Rand's heart could not be erased.

On the mountainside of Dongcheng, those sect masters watched the king's disciples cut off Rand's right hand with a sword from the dense attack and defense that had almost no gaps, and they were all stunned in place, unable to say a word for a long time.

The same was true of the 300,000 monks, even though they had a huge advantage in numbers, they did not have any relaxed expression in their eyes when they looked at the king.

Ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Half a minute.

A full minute passed, and none of the 300,000 monks dared to squeak in the face of the king's disciples!

Until more than ten seconds passed, a trace of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and he was protected by countless monks in the middle, Rand looked at the expressionless young man who was thousands of kilometers away from him, slowly opened his mouth, and spit out a question that everyone wanted to know.

"Why are you still alive?"

Just now, the spell bombardment that lasted for five or six minutes filled the heavens and the earth, and the sound comparable to the explosion of a nuclear bomb kept ringing out, and in anyone's opinion, the king disciple who was at the center of the explosion was definitely too dead to die.

But now, that Dongsheng young man who was supposed to be a dead man didn't even have any injuries on his body!

What the hell is going on?

Facing the frightened Rand, Wang Tu stretched out his left hand without holding a sword, gently patted the dust off his body, and said lightly.

"Just the West Immortal Gate, don't be too arrogant, just rely on you, you also want to hurt my body?"

"Absolute superiority in numbers? Think that if the ants gather together, they are not ants?"

"What did you say..."

Hearing the arrogant words of the Wang disciple, not only Rand, but also those monks all froze in place one by one, not knowing how to react.

It took a long time for Rand to react, feeling the sharp pain coming from the position of the arm that had been cut open by the king, and he opened his mouth and said gloomily.

"Do you know that I, the 300,000 monks of the Northern City, have fought with me in countless regions, not to mention that your small East City, even the West City, which has a vast number of personnel, must be a little afraid!"

"How dare you call it a bunch of ants?

"Let you see how terrifying the 300,000 people can be!"

After speaking, the 300,000 monks flying in the sky all moved.

I saw them wave their right hands, and silver dust flew out from the cuffs of the robes, slowly pinching the dust in the palms of their hands, and the red-gold magic circles engraved with complex runes slowly floated in front of them.

Seeing that magic circle, Yuan Tiancheng, the Earth Wheel Sect who was hiding on the mountainside of Dongcheng, was distracted for several seconds, and then opened his mouth and shouted with a shocked face.

"That's the Beicheng Immortal Law!"

"Northern God Cannon?" Zhu Wanqing of the Bamboo Forest Sect subconsciously asked, and the other two sect masters also came up, with suspicious expressions.

"Yes, it is a powerful immortal technique that has been passed down for thousands of years in Beicheng, and it is an extremely destructive Beicheng immortal technique!"

Yuan Tiancheng paused for a while, licked the tip of his dry tongue, and then continued.

"Legend has it that five hundred years ago, a general of Beicheng led six thousand Beicheng monks to expand the frontier and occupy the junction of Xicheng and Beicheng, the northwest border!"

"Six thousand Beicheng monks used the Beicheng cannon together to directly blow up the northwest border into a barren, and until today, five hundred years later, the northwest border is still a wasteland with nothing!"

Hearing this, the other three sect masters were all dumbfounded.

With only 6,000 monks, the Northern God Cannon used directly bombarded the northwest border into a barren, so what would happen if 300,000 monks from Beicheng attacked together?

Just imagining that scene, the sect masters couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, their bodies trembled, and they couldn't help but start trembling.

Without saying a word, the four of them turned their heads in unison and looked at the king's disciple who was still standing in the air.

In front of him, in the hands of 300,000 monks, golden magic energy slowly flew up from the magic circle they had pinched, condensing into the clouds thousands of meters above everyone's heads.

"Boom, boom..."

In the deep sound of spiritual power converging, in the position of the clouds, a huge cannon barrel that was 500 meters long and 200 meters wide was slowly revealed!

The Northern God Cannon is born!

The moment the Northern God Cannon appeared, the clouds between heaven and earth were slowly moved, and in the space within a radius of thousands of miles, the sound of explosions continued to sound, and one after another spatial cracks were directly torn apart by the terrifying power.

"How! White-clothed Sword Immortal! This is the full strength of my army of monks in the northern city!"

Watching the golden Northern God Cannon gradually take shape, Rand shouted frantically with a face on his face.

"In the face of the irresistible power of the Northern God Cannon, any living creature will turn to dust!"

"Originally, I wanted to keep it for the people in Dongcheng District, but since you insist on being the enemy of my Western Immortal Gate, then let you see it first!"

As Rand opened his mouth to speak, the Beicheng cannon that had already taken shape also began to react.

A stream of spiritual power that is so strong that it is visible to the naked eye condenses and converges at the position of the nozzle, at this time it is already evening, and the night has arrived, but the energy is condensed together, but it is like the scorching sun, directly illuminating the entire night sky!

Looking at that scene, Yuan Tiancheng's face was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't care about his image as the sect master of the Earth Wheel Sect, and opened his mouth to shout.

"Run, run!"

Even if he didn't say so, the other three sect masters had already gathered an aura under his feet and flew directly in the opposite direction.

And the Wang disciple was alone in the face of the power that was enough to destroy the entire East City, his face did not change in the slightest, he raised his head, looked at Rand who was surrounded by monks, and slowly spat out a word from his mouth.

"Garbage. ”

Hearing Wang Tu say this, Rand had two green tendons on his forehead, his face turned red, and the whole person became furious, and he roared loudly.

"Then let you see how terrifying the so-called garbage in your mouth is!"

"North God Cannon, fire!"

The energy at the mouth of the cannon barrel was gathered to the maximum, accompanied by a loud roar, and the terrifying power that was enough to flatten the entire Dongcheng to the ground gushed out from the golden barrel of the Northern God Cannon!

"Boom!"

The sound of a giant dragon galloping resounded throughout the entire East City, and the heat behind the sect masters who were flying in the air and fleeing into the distance rose sharply, and they were directly swept away by the aftermath of the bombardment of the Northern God Cannon.

The people of Dongcheng only felt that their vision was all covered by something like a white mass, and they could not see anything clearly when there was a loud roar in their ears.

The people of the entire West Immortal Gate could see that above the sky of the eastern city, the golden light had not dissipated for a long time, as if the gods had descended to earth.

Xicheng, the sect master of the Great Snake Sect looked at the scene that could be said to be absolutely recorded in the history of the Western Immortal Gate, and said in a daze.

"In order to wipe out a cultivator in the mortal realm, even the Northern God Cannon has been activated... That white-clothed sword immortal, is it actually so strong?"

Seeing the bombardment of the Northern God Cannon at the position where the king disciple was, Rand finally regained his original arrogance and shouted with a grin.

"How! White-clothed Sword Immortal! This is the garbage in your mouth!"

Whoever thinks of it, the white-clothed sword immortal must have evaporated from his body and his soul has been destroyed.

But at this moment, under the unparalleled bombardment of the Beishen Cannon, a cold voice suddenly sounded and reached Rand's ears.

"But that's it!"