On the bank of the Yangtze River, King Yan's army finally had to stop its steps. The monk Daoyan froze the surface of the river, but there were also people on the opposite side, a hot wind blew, and the ice on the river surface quickly melted. Monk Daoyan was not convinced, and still practiced the method again and again, the ice froze and melted, melted and knotted, and the two sides started a tug-of-war.

King Yan looked a little worried, in the face of such a large-scale meteorological weapon, the army was the most helpless. If it was King Yan alone, this kind of thing would not be a matter at all. But he still has hundreds of thousands of troops behind him! Every soldier is an ordinary person, even if he is brave, he cannot die here in vain, in this kind of place.

At this time, the only person that King Yan could ask for advice was Wen Xiaotian.

Wen Xiaotian thought about it, and it really made him think of a way that was not a way. Called the kitten over, Wen Xiaotian said: "Kitten, you come with me, let's go smash people and play!" ”

Then Wen Xiaotian took the kitten out of the camp and went straight to the river.

The people of the Yan Wangfu naturally didn't know what they were going to do, but soon, they knew. But when he saw that the river was frozen, Wen Xiaotian walked up quickly and smashed his fist on the ice. The ice surface was cracked like a spider's web by the force of a crushing fist, and it was quickly torn into small pieces.

These small pieces are small to say, but in fact, each piece is more than one meter in diameter, and the larger ones directly reach the size of one zhang.

"Kitten."

Wen Xiaotian screamed, the kitten was not really stupid, he understood it, picked up a huge piece of ice, and threw it towards the other side of the river. He directly aimed at the old Taoist priest who was casting spells on the opposite side...... When people cast spells, what they are most afraid of is being disturbed, and what they have to do now is to disturb this Taoist priest.

Think about it, Monk Daoyan is going all out here, but the Taoist priest on the opposite side has no way to go all out, and he has to always be on guard against the huge ice thrown from the opposite side, what kind of result is this?

At a very high speed, the ice cube rubbed against the air, and the volume became half of its original size. The old man casually punched out a talisman, and a ball of fire roasted the ice cubes. But then the second ice cube came. This piece of ice was thrown by Wen Xiaotian casually, with greater power, and there was a lot of energy in it.

Therefore, even though the ice cubes turned into water, the water did not disperse, but still wrapped the ice cubes, delaying the melting of the ice cubes.

"Go."

Another talisman.

I don't know how many talismans this old Taoist has hidden, anyway, Wen Xiaotian and they are constantly taking materials on the spot, constantly smashing towards the opposite side, and the old Taoist priest is also constantly resisting. Zhu Di, who woke up after seeing this scene, immediately patted his forehead and secretly scolded himself for being frightened by a Taoist priest's spell. At this time, the high platform fighting method and fixed target should not be officially blistered in red clothes and the general's artillery is powerful?

You are a monk with great mana, you can manipulate the weather and nature, but now you are on such a platform, when Lao Tzu's artillery is concentrated and all the cannonballs are shooting towards you, can you resist it?

Not all of these monks are like the monks in Xiaowutai Mountain, who have the incorruptible body of Vajra. They don't have the power that Wen Xiaotian can call perverted. Their bodies are just ordinary people who are purer, and the acquired flesh and blood have become innate flesh and blood, and the only benefit is that they are more sensitive to the aura and their cultivation is smoother.

Thereupon.

Under the orders of King Yan, the artillery was concentrated.

Wang Yi, Wen Xiaotian's handlebar style, at this time, with his rich experience in fighting with the monks, walked to the front desk, and began to check the artillery one by one, check the aiming. Then he ordered when the cannon would fire first, how to quickly cool the artillery, and so on.

The army of King Yan is all the elite from the north, and the order line is still, and after a while, it will be ready.

"Boom ......"

The artillerymen watched Wang Yi's gesture, and the first live ammunition was projected. This time, the goal is to deceive the defense, and after deceiving the opponent's first defense, it is the real killer move. The speed of the shells was too fast, almost the first shot had just ended, and these artillerymen silently counted according to a certain speed in their hearts, and when they saw smoke coming from the opposite side, the second shot had already been shot.

Lao Dao on the other side really didn't expect that the other party still had the tactic of "cannon bombardment of his mother", and the first shell was very embarrassingly avoided, but the altar under him was torn apart. The altar, which consumed a lot of manpower and material resources, was destroyed into pieces of wooden planks and lumps of dirt in one place.

"Abominable ......"

At this time, the second shell whistled. After the baptism of the heat of the burning of gunpowder, and the rapid friction of the cannonballs against the air, they turned red, and an elegant green smoke was drawn in the sky, and it fell towards the altar. According to Wang Yi's orders, those artillerymen did not have the luxury of hitting the target, they only needed to let the opponent have no time to cast spells and carry out a range of coverage strikes.

But Wang Yi obviously used a knife to kill chickens, and the Taoist priest on the other side was not as powerful as he imagined. His figure was extremely clumsy, and he was powerless to dodge just until the seventh cannon was fired, and in his panic, he even forgot about the talisman defense.

The shells fell on you, and then the whole world fell silent.

Everyone looked at this scene in front of them in disbelief, is this the omnipotent immortal? How could they have been killed by the cannon so easily? If you calculate it according to the amount of resources consumed, the resources consumed by an immortal leader of Jindan cultivation are definitely dozens of times that of artillery, or even hundreds or thousands of times.

It's just more than worth the loss.

Wang Yi was very indifferent. Artillery was originally made by the Mongols. And then when Mo fought with those immortals, it was carried forward. When those artillery units bombarded back then, an entire city could be razed to the ground, and the immortals didn't know how many people had died.

In short, this is a weapon that immortals are afraid of. The only thing that made Wang Yi feel regretful was that there were too few artillery pieces to bring his family's artillery doctrine to the extreme.

Covered by artillery fire, crushed by shells, this is their way of fighting.

"Boom ......"

Another thunderbolt from the sky. Huang Zicheng's gate was blasted open, and then Huang Zicheng had to choose Queen Cang to retreat. This Nima is within the range of the cannon, and it is too aggrieved. Huang Zicheng, who was anxious to save his life, did not think of using the same method to fight back.

Retreat, withdraw the range of artillery, but in this way, who will resist the other party's army from crossing the river?

Huang Zicheng thought he was clever and arranged a defensive line on the shore, and said to the generals: "As long as the rebels cross the river, we can rain arrows and let the other party see how powerful we are!" ”

Cannon......

Sorry, this weapon did not appear in the Art of War.

In the face of Huang Zicheng's obvious invitation to enter the urn, King Yan's army did not make further moves. For them, this defeat of the opponent's climate weapon is a major victory. And after seeing some of Mo's methods against immortals with his own eyes, Zhu Di, the king of Yan, also had a tendency towards cannonism.

Cannons are good stuff.

In the future, when Lao Tzu becomes the emperor, he must build more cannons, and no matter how bad the bird is, it must be enough. This idea took root in King Yan's heart and grew up.

On the second day, a group of hundreds of bald-headed young monks appeared in the army of the imperial court. These monks who claim to be from Xiaowutai Mountain are unpredictable. These monks of Xiaowutai Mountain have no other skills, but they are very good at being beaten, and they also have the function of automatic rebound of damage.

As long as you don't cultivate to the Jindan stage, as long as your strength does not reach the level of breaking the defense, then whoever comes will give it in vain.

A group of monks lined up and stood on the south bank of the Yangtze River. At this time, the army of the Yan Wangfu really had no way to advance. King Yan hated these monks so much that he greeted their mother cordially every day. Fortunately, this group of monks was not offensive enough, otherwise the army of the Yan Wangfu would have withdrawn.

When a monk shamelessly uses this method against mortals, what can mortals do? A middle-aged man carrying an umbrella appeared outside the battlefield. His eyes seem to be able to see through everything in the world. The middle-aged man glanced at the monks......

"When did the monks become so rampant?" The middle-aged man sighed with emotion, wasted his brain, and seemed to remember. It seems that in the middle of the Tang Dynasty, the monks also made a fuss. It's just that at that time, his old man was in retreat and perfecting his Sacred Heart Technique, so he didn't have the kung fu to come out and move.

Looking at the current scene, he couldn't help but think about the ...... back then. Back then, the monk was just a fart, like the cultivation of these little monks in front of him, he didn't even deserve to be at the bottom.

The middle-aged man began to observe the battlefield silently, his gaze swept over one person after another, and finally fell on a one-armed man named Wen Xiaotian. This Wen Xiaotian's cultivation method is very good for middle-aged people. Unlike everyone's internal strength, he felt a majestic, ** power from the other party.

Such a strong body is simply shocking.

Powerful and terrifying.

This is......

This is the real human exercise.

The middle-aged man wrote down Wen Xiaotian with great interest, and even thought that when these monks came out, it was nothing more than the extraterritorial heavenly demons coming again. Just take this opportunity to hunt a few extraterritorial heavenly demons, so as to replenish his longevity. Although phoenix blood is powerful, it also has a lifespan limit.

For immortality.

Wen Xiaotian is a good ally.

"The Immortal Sword of Three Hundred Years Ago...... Interesting, interesting, so young, probably someone with the ability to live forever. Such people are worthy of being my allies! ”

The middle-aged man laughed silently.

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