While the black-faced man was yelling under his mount, the crossbowmen who were facing the gate trembled, and their tense hands relaxed at the same time.

"Swoosh!swoosh!swoosh!"

The strong bow and hard crossbows were powerful at the same time, and hundreds of bows and crossbows formed a cloud of rain of arrows in an instant, shooting towards Yang Xian and others.

At the same time, the officers and soldiers behind the several dark and thick iron pipes facing the gate swayed the fire in their hands, and the flame suddenly appeared, and the fuse in front of them was lit in an instant.

Seeing that the situation was like this, there was no way to use Yang Xian to attack. The Bade brothers standing beside him rushed forward at the same time.

The methods of martial arts masters are no longer measured by ordinary people in the martial arts world. Although the Bade Brothers are restrained in front of Yang Xian, it is because Yang Xian is too powerful, and there is no pressure on these soldiers in front of him.

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

The seven of them reached the extreme speed, and their bodies flashed and they had already reached mid-air. The seven of them were connected with each other and their auras were intertwined. Before the people fell in the air, they had formed an innate qi veil and suddenly covered the arch and crossbow.

"Bang bang bang"

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

After shattering all the arrow rains, the seven people in the air shouted loudly at the same time, slashing their palms in the void, and the thick black iron pipes below were stimulated by the force of the seven-person palms. They suddenly turned back and aimed at the rows of iron armored soldiers behind them.

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

Several soldiers who had just lit the fuse were hit by the suddenly flipped iron cannon and bleeded. They lay on the ground and screamed at the soldiers behind them, "Let's go down! Leave down!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Just after the muzzle was turned over for a moment, the fuse that had just been lit was burned out quickly. The black demon cannon suddenly shook, and the flames burst out, making a huge loud noise. Pieces of soybean-sized iron sand sprayed out from the muzzle, forming a fan-shaped tongue of flame, covering all the soldiers within a distance of more than ten feet in front.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

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

These iron sands are amazingly powerful. After breaking the bodies of the soldiers in front of them, they kept rushing to the second row and the third row, and after they penetrated more than ten feet of distance, their power decreased.

In the eyes of the surviving soldiers, the cannon fired, and the comrade in front of him exploded into blood mist almost at the same time. The square, which was originally crowded with dense crowds, was instantly empty.

Hundreds of officers and soldiers disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The sticky blood filled the entire square in an instant. The surviving officers and soldiers had bloody faces, and their bodies were red. Some had several intestines or half of their ears hanging on their heads and shoulders.

The whole scene was bloody and miserable. A gust of wind blew, and the smell of blood spread, and those who heard it were about to vomit.

The black-faced man who had just kicked his mount away was holding a spear and was about to shout for killing him. After seeing the scene in front of him, his body suddenly stiffened, his eyes were bulging, and he murmured: "This... is this the power of the black magic cannon?"

Seeing this miserable scene in front of him, Yang Xian was also surprised. He had never seen such a powerful "weapon" with such a strange shape. He thought to himself: "This black magic cannon is extremely powerful. If it is placed on the battlefield, it is considered a weapon of killing. Could it be something created by the government?"

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

It is probably because of the first shot just now. The black magic cannon was slightly hot. The barrel was carved with complex and strange runes, with thin front and thick back, like a large hollow iron rod hammer. It is made of non-gold or iron, and it seems to be made of translucent black crystal, with smoke and clouds inside.

“This material is a bit weird!”

Yang Xian weighed the cannon in his hand a few times. When he looked up, he saw a group of soldiers standing still in front of him. He asked softly: "I heard you just now call this Black Demon Cannon? Where did you get it?"

Everyone in front of them saw the thousand-pound heavy cannon being fiddled like a lamp grass in Yang Xian's hand, and they couldn't believe their eyes. When they heard Yang Xian's question, the black-faced man was not arrogant on his face and plucked up his courage: "This... this is something recently made by the government. It is said that he is going to try the power in Qingzhou. This is the first time he used it!"

There was only a black-faced man at the scene, and Su Zixiu, who had just stood with the black-faced man, disappeared.

"It's indeed something from the government office!"

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

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

This black demon cannon weighs a thousand pounds. After being thrown out by him, it was as light as fallen leaves and like mosquitoes. It fell on the ground without any sound.

This move alone is enough to shame most martial arts masters.

After throwing the cannon out, Yang Xian sighed slightly, glanced at the 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 walking alone, but none of them dared to speak out to intercept him.

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

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

The tree was quiet and silent, without any reaction.

After waiting for a while, Yang Xian frowned slightly, raised his foot and stomped on the ground gently, "Do you ask me to invite you?"

"boom!"

After the soles of his feet touched the ground, the whole tree shook violently, and the trunk suddenly exploded. A scream sounded from the trunk. A man rolled and was blown out from the inside. The man was blushed and tall, and he was Su Zixiu.

He even got into the trunk of this big tree at some point.

But at this time, he no longer had his majesty and charm, his hair was disheveled, he bowed slightly, and he couldn't help coughing.

"The Lord of the Mansion, in order to survive, he actually leaned into the trunk of the tree. Su Zixiu, you are so quick to see the opportunity!"

Yang Xian didn't wait for Su Zixiu to react, and his body flashed, and had already reached his front. He reached out to jammed his neck, dragged him to the gate of the Confucian Temple, and said warmly: "Two choices!"

He looked at Su Zixiu, whose eyes were constantly twisting and began to turn white, and said, "Die early, or die late!"
Chapter completed!