In the face of endless arrows, Yang Jingye's sense of powerlessness comes more from the heart. He has been practicing martial arts for more than 40 years, he can be called a real martial arts idiot, he has always only believed in his fists and force, thinking that everything in the world is illusory, only his own strength can last, and his greatest wish is also to go to the peak of martial arts, to see the scenery in a higher place.

However, after what happened today, his mind was shaken. He had trained for decades in martial arts, but he was not as good as an ordinary soldier with a firearm, which almost clouded his soul with dust, and he doubted his persistence. What is the use of being strong in force? These firearms will inevitably continue to develop, and hundreds of years ago, gunpowder could only be used to make fireworks, but now it can be used to kill people, so how terrible will gunpowder be in a few hundred years?

I am afraid that at that time, no matter how powerful the development of force is, it will not be able to withstand the attack of firearms.

"Whoosh. "Dense arrows spread all over the sky, and the speed of these arrows was not as fast as the projectiles of the musket, and he could easily follow when he used to. But today, he is hesitant, or unconfident.

"No matter how strong the weapon is, it is a foreign object after all, and I don't believe that I will lose to these foreign objects. Yang Jingye bit his lip, his eyes were full of unyielding, he wanted to give an explanation for the boxing skills he had practiced for decades.

In the middle of his thoughts, these arrows were already close to him, and his spirit was highly condensed, but he did not dodge in the slightest, but collided head-on with these arrows.

"Boom. His blood was boiling, and a trace of blood seeped out of the originally tight wound. His original body was close to leakage, but he was injured by the firebomb, and he almost broke his life. He forcibly lifted his qi and blood, but his own essence passed extremely fast.

One arrow after another, piercing his clothes, was bounced out when it hit his body. Yang Jingye's use of his body was almost to an extreme, almost every muscle was trembling, and when the arrow touched his body, it was automatically slid away, but in an instant, the arrow fell from the ground.

However, the clothes on Yang Jingye's body were quickly tattered, and only strips of cloth were left attached to his body. His whole person was like a quiet and terrifying tiger descending from the mountain, facing the arrows step by step, walking forward, as if no matter how difficult the road was, it could not resist his pace.

Sukhbaru and Arslen only looked frightened, especially Arslen, who felt that this butcher general was too terrible. In the past, when he fought with Yang Jingye, Yang Jingye had always only relied on his body to dodge the attack of the bow and arrow, but today he resisted the arrows with his physical body, and the danger level of the other party rose several levels in his heart.

"The artillery is loaded!" Just when Yang Jingye was still more than ten zhang away from the Warat team, Sukhbaru's men walked over and said loudly.

"Quick, hurry up and aim, get ready to fire!" Sukhbaru pulled the reins and quickly stepped back a lot, and then ordered his soldiers to start firing.

These cannons do not have the ability to shoot accurately, because they were invented to deal with large armies or cities, and there is no need to use precision strikes against individuals.

A group of soldiers laboriously began to turn the direction of the muzzle, and roughly aimed towards Yang Jingye. There were ten guns in total, and it took about half an hour to adjust.

In addition to the fact that the artillery is too heavy, on the other hand, Yang Jingye is always in a state of movement, although he moves very slowly, but as long as he moves a little, these soldiers have to be readjusted.

The main reason why they were able to adjust the angle later had nothing to do with their skills, but because...... Yang Jingye stopped moving.

Yang Jingye stood in the middle of the battlefield, his eyes staring at the direction of the artillery. Thousands of arrows still slammed into his body, but his skin like an old cowhide was firmly blocked.

At this moment, a crazy thought surged in his heart, he wanted to resist the artillery.

If it was in normal times, he would definitely not do such an unwise thing. No matter how strong the manpower is, it is impossible to compete with the artillery, and if it is hit, it will inevitably be blown to pieces.

However, after experiencing the impact of firearms today, he became suspicious of his martial arts. Therefore, he wants to prove his martial arts by fighting against artillery, and if the confrontation fails, he would rather die.

"Boom. "Ten shells, flying out of the chamber almost at the same time, each the size of a human head, emitting a scorching heat, and carrying a terrible force, anything that came in front of it would be crushed into powder.

Yang Jingye's body couldn't help trembling, and the instinct of the creature made him want to escape, but he forcibly restrained it with his own will, and instead stepped out and slammed into the nearest cannonball.

"Bang. The scorching cannonball collided with his body, and Yang Jingye's arm, which was originally in front of him, was directly smashed and broken by the huge force, and the aftermath of the cannonball continued to hit his chest.

"Poof. A large mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and his body was thrown backwards. With his strength, he may be able to dodge the trajectory of the cannonball by predicting it, but he will definitely not be able to resist it.

"Bang bang. Most of the shells flew past him and smashed into the city of Altay in the distance, after all, the accuracy of these cannons was very problematic, and it was not easy to hit a person. However, his luck did not seem to be good, and two shells still fell on him.

"Click. Most of the bones on Yang Jingye's body were smashed in an instant, and the whole person was like a tattered bag, the flesh and blood on his body were blurred, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose.

"I ...... Unwillingly, I have practiced martial arts so far, but I ask for an explanation. His eyes were wide open, and there was nothing sadder for a warrior. The path he firmly believes in is vulnerable to some foreign objects.

"I'm not reconciled!" An extremely stubborn thought suddenly rose in his heart, and he roared in his heart, even if the essence of his body was passing, he still frantically mobilized his muscles and forcibly stimulated his potential.

"Click. In a trance, he felt as if something in his body had shattered, and in the deepest part of his body, there was a wave of power, which was very huge, ten times and a hundred times greater than all his previous powers.

If Zhang Zongyan is here, he will find that this power comes from...... Kamizo.