1300 Faces

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In just a split second, those white-clothed swordsmen who had no time to open their true energy shields were torn apart by the explosion. This time it was not an attack on the tactical level. The orbital bombing itself was a real battle to destroy the traditional army.

In the absence of complete protection, a group army that is deployed may be directly destroyed by an orbital bombing, so for a space fleet, an ordinary attack can completely achieve the combat effect in the traditional sense.

It's a pity that because the distance is too far, the accuracy of orbital bombing needs to be improved. After all, even if the accuracy of the muzzle is only slightly different, the distance reflected on the surface of the planet thousands of miles away is as many as tens of kilometers.

But dozens of cannonballs, which are equivalent to the cannonballs of a small god's rod, are enough to make opponents afraid, even if the accuracy is really not high.

Because even if one such shell hits, it is enough to cause heavy losses to an army. Right in front of him, the army of the Heavenly Sword Sect collapsed instantly because of such a direct hit by the cannonball.

In an instant, the hundreds of white-clothed swordsmen at the center of the explosion could no longer find their complete bodies, and even some fragments no longer existed. Under an explosion of this level, the only thing that can survive in the end is the debris mixed into the soil.

At the same time, the white-clothed swordsmen who were far away from the explosion center no longer had the elegant demeanor they had just walked out of the portal at this time. They got up from the ground in embarrassment, and finally distinguished the east, west, and north.

The terrible earth shaking just now, the terrible and tragic explosion just now, it seems that the nature of this world is against them, it seems that it is the anger contained between heaven and earth.

"Mengxi! Little Junior Sister Mengxi! Where are you?" After struggling to get out of the floating soil more than a foot thick, a young swordsman squinted his eyes and walked in the haze formed by the dust that had not yet completely settled. Looking for his sweetheart.

No one responded to him, he suddenly tripped over an arm exposed to the floating dirt, staggered and stabilized his body, he turned around and pulled that arm desperately.

The owner of that arm was pulled out of the floating soil in this way, and half of his body was exposed. It was a middle-aged swordsman in a state of embarrassment. He closed his eyes and did not speak, as if he had passed out.

The young swordsman continued to pull vigorously, and suddenly found that this middle-aged man from the same sect was only left with the half of his body exposed.

"Ah!" The young swordsman looked at the tragic scene and fell down in fright, sitting directly on another corpse.

He felt the softness of his body, which was completely different from the soft floating soil. So he hurriedly turned his head, and just when he was about to say sorry, he saw the face that had been cut in half by the gravel.

"Ah! Ah!" He was scared out of his wits by the miserable half face, and continued screaming and crawling to the other side.

Because he was too nervous and too scared, he didn't realize that the air at this moment was enough to make his breathing difficult, and the turbid dust mixed with the smell of various flesh and blood directly rushed into the air duct, enough to make people's lungs suffered great damage.

"Ka...cough! Cough cough!" Finally, the uncomfortable lungs began to protest to the reflex nerves, and the young man began to cough violently. This cough, saliva mixed with blood, mixed with the sand in his mouth, spewed out all at once, and sprinkled on the front of his white clothes that were no longer clean.

With such a violent explosion, the people around him were killed or injured, how could he be unscathed. The terrible shock had already damaged his internal organs and destroyed his foundation.

The humming still echoed in his ears, and the young swordsman was still staggering forward in the deep floating soil. He walked step by step, stepping on broken corpses and pulverized stones, walking with difficulty.

"Is there anyone?" Although I couldn't hear any answer, there was still the endless "hum" sound in my ears,

But the young man was still vomiting blood while yelling loudly.

It seemed that only such a cry could allow him to find such a sense of security in such a dim environment where the landslides and the ground could not be seen.

Just when he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground, a pair of big hands, although slightly shriveled, pulled him into his arms.

The white-haired old man supported the seriously injured disciple, the previous look of disdain and contempt had long since disappeared. He squinted his eyes, trying to see the new world in front of him clearly through the heavy fog.

He found that he could no longer understand this world, because in the past years, countless days and nights, he had never encountered such a bizarre situation before him.

"It's okay! It's okay! Everything's okay! Your brothers and sisters are okay...it's okay..." The old man lowered his head and softly comforted the child who hadn't calmed down until his last breath, feeling an inexplicable anger in his heart.

The white-haired old man let out a loud shout, and a wave of energy radiated from his whole body, blowing all the surrounding dust that was still falling into the distance.

As this aura swept away the dust that fell from the sky, some white-clothed swordsmen who were lucky enough to survive finally struggled to get up from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Even with such a terrifying attack, there are still white-clothed swordsmen who can survive by luck. They opened up their defensive spiritual energy in time, and finally protected themselves.

However, around them, many fellow disciples who hadn't prepared in time could no longer be resurrected.

"Come on! Come on! Someone is injured!" A female swordsman managed to pull out a wounded man with a broken arm from the rubble and floating soil, and shouted to the people around her to come and help.

It's a pity that no one has the time to help the wounded here, because there are wounded everywhere, and there are poor people who need help everywhere.

Some of them had lost an arm, some had lost a leg, some had been shot through in the stomach, or it was just a scar on the arm.

A disheveled female swordsman had just crawled out of the floating soil when a male swordsman stepped forward with concern, took off a gourd from his waist, and poured out clean water: "Junior Sister! Wash it, wash your face, See where it hurts."

This place is still far away from the explosion range, so they are not affected too much, so the people around are also busy checking their own conditions, and cleaning the dust on their clothes and bodies.

The female swordsman looked at the male swordsman gratefully, took the water with both hands, and carefully washed the dirt on her face.

Then, she raised her head and showed her most gentle and charming smile: "Thank you, brother..."

"Where did you come from..." Seeing the face of the woman who raised his head without make-up, the male swordsman subconsciously took a step back, his face paled in shock, and he couldn't help but roll in his stomach, bent over and opened his mouth :"vomit……"