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"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The strong bows and hard crossbows were powerful at the same time, and thousands of bows and crossbows converged into an overwhelming rain of arrows in an instant, shooting towards Yang Xian and the others.

At the same time, the hands of the officers and soldiers behind several swarthy and thick iron pipes facing the gate flickered, and the flames suddenly burst out, and the fuses in front of them were already lit in an instant.

Seeing that the situation was like this, where was there any use for Yang Xian to make a move, and the Bade brothers who were standing beside him rushed forward in unison.

The methods of the martial arts master are beyond the reach of ordinary characters, don't look at the Eight Virtue brothers in front of Yang Xian, but that is because Yang Xian is too powerful, but at this time, there is no pressure on these soldiers in front of him.

Except for Dong Li, who chose to accompany Yang Xian because of his serious injuries, the other seven people all rushed out of the gate of the Confucian Temple.

The speed of the seven of them was extremely fast, and their bodies were already in mid-air in a flash, and the seven of them were connected in their hearts, and their breaths were interconnected, and before they fell in the air, they had already formed an innate qi shield, and they were suddenly covered by the bow and crossbow that were shot.

"Bang Bang Bang"

A series of dense sounds sounded in the air, and the arrows that had just flown into the air suddenly stopped and exploded into powder one after another.

After shattering all this wave of arrow rain, the seven people in the air shouted at the same time, and the void split their palms, and the thick black iron pipes that were smoking below were excited by the power of the seven people's palms, and they turned sharply and aimed at the rows of ironclad soldiers behind.

"Oh my God, the Black Devil Cannon is turning! Get down!"

The soldiers who had just lit the fuse were smashed on the head by the overturned iron cannon, and they lay on the ground and screamed to the soldiers behind them, "Get down!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Just a moment after the muzzle of the cannon flipped over, the fuse that had just been lit had been quickly burned out, and the black magic cannon shook suddenly, and the flames burst out, making a huge sound, and a grain of soybean-sized iron sand erupted from the muzzle, forming a fan-shaped tongue of fire, covering all the soldiers within a distance of more than ten zhang in front.

"Poof!poof!"

The soldier facing the muzzle of the cannon was torn apart by the iron sand in an instant, and his body turned to powder.

The power of these iron sand was amazing, and after shattering the body of the soldier in front of him, he kept castrating, and rushed to the second and third rows, and only after penetrating a distance of more than ten zhang did the power decrease.

In the eyes of the surviving soldiers, as soon as the cannon rang out, the comrades in front of him exploded into a cloud of blood mist almost at the same time, and the square, which was still densely crowded, was instantly empty.

Hundreds of officers and soldiers disappeared in an instant.

Sticky blood covered the entire square in an instant, and the surviving officers and men had bloody faces and red all over their bodies, and some of them had several intestines or half ears hanging from their heads and shoulders.

The whole scene was bloody and miserable, a gust of wind blew, the bloody smell spread, and those who heard it wanted to vomit.

The black-faced man who had just kicked his mount away, holding a spear and was about to shout to kill, after seeing the scene in front of him, his body suddenly stiffened, his eyes bulged out, and he muttered, "This is ...... Is this the power of the Dark Cannon?"

Seeing this miserable scene in front of him, Yang Xian was also taken aback, he had never seen such a powerful and strangely shaped "weapon", and said in his heart: "This black magic cannon is extraordinary, if this is placed on the battlefield, it should be a killing weapon, is it something made by the organ?"

He stood at the gate of the Confucian Temple, stretched out his hand to the black iron cannon tube a few zhang away, and the black iron cannon tube weighing thousands of pounds shook violently on the ground, and then jumped into the air, drew an arc in the air, and flew towards Yang Xian with a "woo", and then Yang Xian was held up in front of him with one hand.

It is estimated that it is because a cannon has just been fired, this black magic cannon is slightly hot in the hand, and the barrel is carved with strange runes, thin in front and thick in the back, like a large hollow iron rod hammer, the material is not gold or iron, it seems to be polished by translucent black crystal, and there seems to be a faint smoke in it.

"It's a bit weird!"

Yang Xian weighed the cannon in his hand a few times, and when he looked up, he saw a group of officers and soldiers standing still in front of him, and asked softly: "I heard you say that this is called a black magic cannon just now, where did you get this?"

Everyone in front of them couldn't believe their eyes when they saw that the thousand-pound heavy cannon was being played with like a lamp grass in Yang Xian's hands, and when they heard Yang Xian's question, the black-faced man had no arrogance on his face, and said boldly: "This ...... This is a newly created thing by the agency, and it is said that it is going to be put in Qingzhou to test its power, and this is the first time it has been used!"

There was only a black-faced man at the scene, but Su Zixiu, who was still standing with the black-faced man just now, disappeared.

"Sure enough, it's a thing from the agency!"

Hearing the black-faced man say this, Yang Xian nodded slightly, "I'm afraid that only the organ can create such an exquisite battlefield killing weapon!"

He walked down the steps and threw the cannon in his hand casually, exclaiming, "Good weapon!"

This black devil cannon weighed a thousand catties, and after he threw it out casually, it was as light as a fallen leaf, like a mosquito, and it fell on the ground without a sound.

This hand alone is enough to humiliate most martial arts masters.

After throwing the cannon, Yang Xian sighed slightly, glanced at the many soldiers in front of him, and turned around and walked towards a big tree not far away.

Thousands of soldiers at the scene watched him walk alone, but none of them dared to speak out to intercept him.

"Su Zixiu, do you still want to run?"

Yang Xian walked under the big tree and said lightly: "Come out!"

There was silence under the tree, and there was no reaction.

After waiting for a moment, Yang Xian frowned slightly, raised his foot and stomped lightly on the ground, "Still let me ask you to do it?"

"Boom!"

After the soles of his feet touched the ground, the whole tree shook violently, the trunk suddenly exploded, and a miserable scream sounded from the trunk, and a person rolled out from the inside, this person was in a red robe and tall, it was Su Zixiu.

He didn't know when he got into the trunk of the big tree.

It's just that at this time, he has lost his previous majesty, his hair is scattered, he bows slightly, and he can't stop coughing.

"The lord of the mansion, in order to survive, he actually bent down and the trunk of the tree, Su Zixiu, you are quick to see the opportunity!"

Yang Xian didn't wait for Su Zixiu to react, his body flashed, he had already arrived in front of him, stretched out his hand to clamp his neck, dragged him to the gate of the Temple of Literature, and said softly: "Two choices!"

He looked at Su Zixiu, who couldn't help twisting his body and his eyes began to roll white: "Die early, or die late!"

Yang Xian fell to death and the dog generally threw him in front of the stone drum in front of the Confucian Temple, "You choose!"