Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 623 The Terrifying Thunder Cannon

The guards of Liuzhou Mansion reacted very quickly. Almost at the same time Wen Huazi's voice fell, several cloud boats in the high-altitude clouds made a violent roar. This sound was like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking everyone People have scalp troubles.

Afterwards, spiritual energy gathered towards the cloud boats like a tide, and the clear sky above everyone's heads turned into colorful air clusters because of the condensation of layers of spiritual energy, and the whole sky seemed to be crazily distorted and deformed.

After more than ten years of improvement, the power of Xianfu's wind and thunder cannon seems to have risen to a higher level.

"After this shot, I'm afraid only a saint-level cultivator can resist one or two."

A talisman teacher was shocked when he saw the wind and thunder cannon of Xianmeng for the first time.

"The four wind and thunder cannons blasted down together. I'm afraid that Sang Xiaoman and Qiu Shui's remnants really have no chance of surviving."

"Actually, she is Sang Buluan's daughter after all. It doesn't seem good to kill her, and once she dies, there will be no one in the Sang family who can restrain Sang Wuxian."

And just when everyone was wondering whether it was right or wrong to kill Sang Xiaoman, and who would restrain Sang Wuji after killing Sang Xiaoman, there was a sharp piercing sound, and the four wind and thunder cannons flickered like a straight line. The light fell from the sky and shot towards Li Yunsheng and Sang Xiaoman in the middle of the lake.

When they came back to their senses again, the water waves on the surface of Jingxin Lake had been stirred up to a height of more than ten feet, and then the ground shook violently. Even on the Wuyun Tower, they could feel this violent vibration, as if they were hit The earth dragon rolled over, as if it wanted to overturn the entire ground.

There is no doubt that this is the power of the four wind and thunder cannons firing down.

"Huh? How is it possible? How is it possible that these two are still alive."

Amidst the shock of everyone, someone suddenly yelled in disbelief.

As the splash of water from Jingxin Lake dissipated, everyone could only see Sang Xiaoman and Li Yunsheng standing intact on the dilapidated platform one after the other.

"It's the sixth grade cloud talisman."

Someone finally discovered that above Sang Xiaoman and Li Yunsheng's heads, a cloud talisman was slowly disappearing. Although the brilliance of this cloud talisman was gradually fading, the talisman masters of the Sang family could still recognize the high-level cloud talisman on it. There are runes.

"When did she draw this cloud talisman?"

Someone pointed out the crux of the problem.

It is not impossible that the sixth-grade cloud talisman can withstand the simultaneous bombardment of four wind and thunder cannons, but it is a bit unimaginable to be able to deploy this sixth-grade cloud talisman in such a short period of time.

You must know that the speed of the wind and thunder cannon just now caught everyone by surprise. Sang Xiaoman was able to come first in such a short period of time and form a sixth-grade cloud to block the wind and thunder cannon. Incredible.

"It's no wonder that Sang Buluan would pass on the position of Patriarch to this Sang Xiaoman. This woman's achievements in talisman, I am afraid that there are few rivals in the clan."

An elderly talisman master of the Sang family said with emotion that it was impossible for him to form a sixth-grade cloud talisman in such a short period of time.

"It's really a pity. If she didn't say what she said before, I would really like to see her die at the hands of Xianmeng."

Some people have a heart of cherishing talents.

However, the water has already been poured out, and there is no way to take it back. Besides, even if they want to "take it", I am afraid that Xianmeng and Sang Wuyin will not agree.

Besides, Sang Wujiu, after seeing that Sang Xiaoman blocked the bombardment of his four wind and thunder cannons without any damage, his expression remained indifferent, as if he had expected it long ago.

"Sang Buluan's daughter, is it so easy to kill?"

He is very clear about this point, let alone Sang Xiaomanzi's own strength, but he doesn't believe that Sang Buluan didn't give her some life-saving talismans.

So the four wind and thunder cannons just now can only be regarded as his temptation.

"Eight wind and thunder cannons, filled with twice as many spirit stones."

He raised his hand to the cloud ship fleet above his head and ordered.

After the words fell, the roar of wind and thunder resounded over Jingxin Lake again.

But this time, everyone didn't look at the wind and thunder cannon above their heads, but locked their eyes firmly on Sang Xiaoman in the center of the platform.

I saw that at the same time as the roar of the wind and thunder cannons exploded, Sang Xiaoman stretched out his bare hands, and his fingers were a little empty in front of him. The spirit patterns shining with purple brilliance began to spread like spider webs, covering the entire meditation hall in an instant. The Yunlu of the lake quietly appeared in everyone's sight.

At the same time, the eight wind and thunder cannons fell with a sharp piercing sound, like eight beams of light falling from the sky and hitting the cloud talisman.

Although the cloud talisman formed by the condensed purple spirit pattern shook violently for a while, it still resisted the simultaneous bombardment of eight wind and thunder cannons again.

In front of Sang Xiaoman's cloud talisman, many great talisman masters of the Sang family suddenly lowered their proud heads in shame.

They didn't expect that after spending their entire lives on talismans, they were not as good as a girl in her twenties.

"Hey... maybe Sang Buran was right to choose her as the head of the family."

Someone sighed, at least Sang Xiaoman's talent in talisman is enough to look down on all the talisman masters in the Sang family, including Sang Wuyin.

"Sixteen wind and thunder cannons."

But just when they were feeling emotional, following Wen Huazi's order without warning, sixteen wind and thunder cannons rumbled down with overwhelming momentum.

Sixteen beams of light fell from the sky, and the violent tremors made people feel that the ground was about to be pierced directly.

The cloud talisman carefully "woven" by Sang Xiaoman instantly dimmed under the simultaneous bombardment of the sixteen wind and thunder cannons, and several edges were even directly penetrated.

Under the bombardment of several beams of light that seemed to be real, the water of Jingxin Lake splashed out again, revealing the already riddled riverbed and the deep pits that were bombarded by the wind and thunder cannon.

But even so, Sang Xiaoman still relied on this complicated seventh-grade cloud talisman to resist the bombardment of the sixteen wind and thunder cannons again.

Using a cloud to resist the simultaneous bombardment of sixteen wind and thunder cannons, if this spreads to Shizhou, I am afraid that the artisans of the Xianmeng who made the wind and thunder cannons will die of shame.

As for Sang Xiaoman's strength, no one doubted it anymore.

Thinking of the impending fall of such a potential talisman master from the Sang family, some old people began to feel a little bit reluctant. Compared with ordinary cultivators, this talisman master's requirements for the qualifications of cultivators are simply one in a million, such as Sang Xiaoman This kind of qualification can be regarded as one of ten thousand choices, so it is no wonder that they feel it is a pity.

It's just that the artillery fire from the cloud boat above his head still didn't mean to stop. This time, Sang Wuyin didn't give a verbal order, but just raised his hand, and instantly 32 beams of light fell from the sky like a salvo of arrows.

"ended."

Everyone looked at the Qipin Yunlu in front of Sang Xiaoman whose luster had dimmed a lot, and thought to themselves.

(End of this chapter)