A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Qian Tong spent the rest of his life looking at the Black Cloud Peak monk at the eighth level of Qi training who was trapped in the ashes of the flames, full of horror.

How can a mortal be so powerful?

Just because he is a mortal from the Immortal Sect?

"kill!"

Qian Tongtong quickly came to his senses and used his flying sword to slash at the remaining Black Cloud Peak monks in the middle stage of Qi training. In the flash of sword light, he cut off one person's head in just a few moves.

In the later stages of Qi training, both mana and spiritual consciousness have undergone slight qualitative changes, which are not comparable to those of monks in the early and middle stages.

Resist a little for a moment,

The Black Cloud Peak monks suddenly dispersed and fled in all directions.

Qian Tong showed disdain and was about to chase after him when he heard a new order.

His expression suddenly changed and he didn't dare to ignore it.

He stopped, called to his subordinates, and ran away to the rear without looking back.

Thousands of meters away, Jiang Ding's footsteps did not stop, but he ran faster.

The Type 62 training tank is equipped with a 100mm magic weapon main gun and has an effective range of 70 kilometers, of which three to thirty kilometers are the 'intervention area' of the Xianmen Qi Practitioners.

The so-called 'interference area' refers to an area in which monks can use mana and spiritual consciousness to 'fine-tune' special tank shells, correct their accuracy, and guide them to a small extent. This is 'electromagnetic spirituality'.

In addition, 'Enchantment' can provide temporary enchantments such as spell breaking, concealment, acceleration, etc. to the cannonballs.

The effective interference distance of electromagnetic spiritual magic and the effect and distance of the enchantment depend on the cultivation level and spell practice of the immortal monks, but the limit distance is generally not more than thirty kilometers.

Thirty kilometers away, the shells fired by the tank cannot be controlled, but their inherent range will not change!

The effective range of the tank gun is seventy kilometers!

Within this distance, the accuracy is about one meter.

It would be okay if it was more than 70 kilometers away from the No. 7 Middle School camp. If it was within 70 kilometers, it would mean entering the range of more than 20 100-millimeter tank guns...

Phew!

There was no sound, it was the sound that Jiang Ding automatically made up after seeing the white lines of cannonballs breaking through the air on the drone screen, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Lie down! Stay as close to the ground as possible and shrink your body!"

Jiang Ding roared, his body balled up, his head on his knees, and he jumped behind a big rock.

The Canghai Small Realm Sect, if it were not for a clear-cut rebellion, would not teach its disciples how to deal with the Immortal Sect's weapons. They lacked knowledge in this area.

Qian Tongtong was frightened when he heard the calm voice and realized something was wrong. He quickly informed his subordinates and ignored them. The khaki magic light on his body shone slightly, and his whole body actually dived a meter or two into the ground.

Other subordinates reacted differently. Some immediately followed the instructions, forming a group and squatting down, some speeding up to escape, and some regardless of strengthening the magic shield. Without prior training, they could not accurately understand it in a very short period of time.

In less than a breath, more than twenty small black spots flew to the area tens of meters high near the place where Jiang Jinxian died. They were distributed hundreds of meters apart and exploded!

The terrifying shock wave mixed with countless fragments of broken steel swept across thousands of meters. The center was flattened, the earth and rocks were broken, and the trees were turned into powder.

Even thousands of meters away, the sound of dense fragments of French-breaking steel hitting the big tree could be heard from time to time, breaking it and then exploding it.

After the bombardment by more than 20 howitzers, gunpowder smoke filled the air and thousands of meters of forest were in chaos.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the second round of shelling did not come.

The number of artillery shells is limited, and it is already a luxury to send such a round of bombardment to a small number of enemies.

A hillock buried in earth, rocks and broken wood moved, revealing a pale arm. After barely groping for a few times, he staggered to his feet.

"Fuck! You're so cruel, your Taoist soldiers haven't left yet..."

Jiang Ding spit out some dirt and weeds and cursed angrily.

His current condition was extremely miserable. There was blood on his forehead and face. The most terrifying thing was that the two arms holding his head were broken, forming a strange shape and sticking limply to his sides.

The internal force spontaneously rushed to the injured part, but it was useless. The meridians and bones had been broken, and severe pain came in waves.

Jiang Ding resisted the thought of committing suicide and took a look at the devastated forest before waiting for some more time.

There was a bulge on the ground, and Qian Tong jumped up. His face was pale, and his spiritual light was dim. The center of Liyun Shield, the only medium-grade defensive weapon, was pierced by a fragment of magic-breaking steel and was completely damaged.

There was still a meter or two of earth blocking it, so it barely moved a little, and the body was not shot through.

After waiting for a while, three Liyun Sect monks with varying injuries crawled out of the mud. They all looked shocked and their mana was greatly depleted.

This is the only one left.

If it were a regular battle, there would be infantry pressing up now, and no one would be able to escape.

"Walk."

Jiang Ding picked up his sword in his mouth, put his anti-material sniper rifle on his back, and limped back to retreat. He could no longer become invisible.

As for letting Liyun Sect monks treat him,

To be honest, he doesn't trust him very much, both in terms of ability and position.

"Yes, Immortal Envoy!"

Qian Tong and four other monks said respectfully.

They hid the trace of hatred deep in their eyes extremely well, and were distributed in a fan-shaped formation around Jiang Ding, who had lost the ability to hide and defend himself.

After living together, practicing together, and fighting together for so many years, they have become as close as brothers.

In a short period of time, seven people died. The reason was just a game between the monks of the Immortal Sect. Even the corpses could not be collected. How sad is this?

After running for more than 20 kilometers in a row, Jiang Ding felt that he only had his last breath left, so he asked Qian Tong and others to use their spiritual consciousness to find a cave and hide in it.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged and silently adjusted his breathing, trying his best to keep his injuries from worsening before rescuers arrived.

He has already sent back combat information and applied for rescue.

…

A few hours later, dense drones were conducting reconnaissance in the direction in which the artillery shells were flying. With so many artillery bombardments, the camp of No. 7 Middle School must be in that direction, if they did not escape.

Better to escape.

On the ground, four teams of Liyun Dao soldiers searched repeatedly to determine the safety of this area, and the tank and infantry radars continued to scan.

After doing this several times, the roar of the tank engine came.

"Jiang Ding, you are so miserable!"

Hua Bing walked into the cave and was amazed and a little admired.

The person in front of him had both arms broken, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead from time to time, but he could still maintain the standard cultivation posture of sitting cross-legged, with a steel sword in his mouth.

"Help me quickly!"

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and cursed.

How long has it been since he was kidding? It hurts so much.

"OK."

Hua Bing smiled, put his hand on Jiang Ding's shoulder, and light green light poured into it.

A little rejuvenation!

Although many sects have this spell, they only have the same name and principle, and the effects are very different.

Jiang Ding only felt a warm force pouring into his body, especially the broken arms. There was an external force connecting the broken bones. The swollen arms killed bacteria, cleaned up the pus and blood, and most importantly, sorted out the broken connections. of meridians.

Half an hour later, Huabing retracted his arm.

"Thanks."

Jiang Ding took a breath and closed his eyes for a long time.

The main twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians have been connected, and the remaining larger and thicker meridians are no problem. However, if the branches of the very small meridians are broken, they are broken, and there is no way to do it.

"If it's not too illusory, my path to immortality will be cut off right now."

Jiang Ding was still frightened.

At the same time, the direction was determined, and under the drone reconnaissance regardless of sacrifice, information about the No. 7 Middle School camp was continuously sent back.