Chapter 1300: face
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In just a moment, those swordsmen in white clothes who had no time to open their infuriating body were torn to pieces by the explosion. This time it was not an attack on the tactical level. For the traditional army, the orbital bombing itself was a genuine battle to destroy.
Without complete protection, a group army that is deployed may be directly destroyed by an orbital bombardment, so an ordinary attack for the space fleet can completely achieve the combat effect in the traditional sense.
Unfortunately, because the distance is too far, the accuracy of orbital bombing needs to be improved. After all, even if the accuracy of the muzzle differs by a tiny bit, the distance reflected on the surface of the planet thousands of miles away is as much as tens of kilometers.
However, dozens of cannonballs, equivalent to small-sized celestial staff cannonballs, even if the accuracy is not high, they are enough to make opponents jealous.
Because even if it hits one such shell, it is enough to cause a heavy loss to an army. In front of him, the army of the Heavenly Sword God Sect collapsed instantly because of such a directly hit cannonball.
The hundreds of swordsmen in white at the center of the explosion could no longer find a complete body in an instant, and even some fragments no longer exist. Under this level of explosion, the only thing that can survive in the end is probably only the debris mixed with the soil.
At the same time, those swordsmen in white clothes who were far away from the explosion center had no longer the elegant demeanor of having just walked out of the portal. They climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, and finally distinguished the north, south, east and west.
The terrible earth shook the mountains just now, the terrible blast just now, it was like the nature of the world was opposing them, it was like the anger contained between the heaven and the earth.
"Mengxi! Junior Mengxi! Where are you?" After struggling to get out of the floating soil that is more than a foot thick, a young swordsman squinted his eyes in the haze formed by the dust that has not yet completely settled. In, looking for my sweetheart.
No one responded to him. He was suddenly tripped by an arm exposed to the floating soil. After staggering to stabilize his figure, he turned his head and pulled that arm desperately.
In this way, the owner of that arm was pulled out of the floating soil, and half of his body was exposed. That was an embarrassed middle-aged swordsman. He closed his eyes and didn't speak, as if he had passed out.
The young swordsman continued to pull hard, and suddenly found that the middle-aged man of the same school was left with only the half of his body exposed.
"Ah!" The young swordsman looked at the tragic sight, frightened and fell down and sat directly on another corpse.
He felt the softness of his body, which was completely different from the soft floating soil. So he hurriedly turned around, and when he was about to say sorry, he saw his face that had been cut in half by the gravel.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
Because he was too nervous and too scared, he didn't feel that the air at this moment was enough to make his breathing difficult, and the muddy dust mixed with the smell of various flesh and blood directly rushed into the intake duct, enough to make people's lungs. Suffered huge damage.
"K...cough! Cough cough!" Finally, the uncomfortable lungs began to protest to the reflex nerves, and the young man began to cough violently. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? This cough, the saliva mixed with blood, mixed with the sand in his mouth, spurted out all of a sudden, and sprinkled on the front of his white coat that was no longer clean.
With such a violent explosion, how could he be unscathed from the deaths and injuries of the people around him. The terrible shock had already damaged his internal organs and destroyed his foundation.
Humming was still echoing in his ears, and the young swordsman was still staggering forward in the deep floating soil. Step by step, he walked with difficulty stepping on the broken corpse and the stone turned into powder.
"Is there anyone?" Even though he couldn't hear any answer, the endless "buzz" sound was still in his ears, but the young man was still vomiting blood and yelling loudly.
It seemed that only such a yelling could make him find such a trace of security in this dim environment where the landslides and the ground were invisible.
Just when he couldn't hold on and fell down, a pair of very powerful but slightly dry hands grabbed him into his arms.
The white-haired old man held on to the seriously injured disciple, his face had long lost the look of disdain and contempt. He squinted his eyes, trying to see the new world in front of him through the heavy fog.
He found that he couldn't understand the world anymore, because in the past years, in countless days and nights, he had never encountered such a bizarre situation before him.
"It's okay! It's okay! Everything is fine! Your brothers and sisters, it's okay... It's okay..." The old man lowered his head and softly comforted the child who hadn't settled until he died, with an inexplicable hint of anger in his heart.
The white-haired old man yelled, and a burst of energy was emitted from his body, blowing all the dust that was still falling around him into the distance.
As this breath swept away the dust falling from the sky, finally some white-clothed swordsmen who were lucky enough to survive, struggled to get up from the sea of blood on the corpse mountain.
Even with such a terrifying attack, there are still swordsmen in white clothes that can survive. They opened their defensive aura in time, and finally protected themselves.
However, around them, many of the fellows who have not had time to prepare can no longer be resurrected.
"Come on! Come on! Someone is injured!" A female swordsman finally pulled out a wounded person with a broken arm out of the gravel and floating soil, shouting loudly for the people around to come and help.
It is a pity that no one has the time to help her wounded here, because there are wounded everywhere, and there are poor people in need of help everywhere.
Some of them have broken their arms, some have lost a leg, and some have been penetrated into their abdomen by something, or they just have a scar on their arm.
Just as a gray-headed female swordsman crawled out of the floating soil, a male swordsman stepped forward with concern, took off a gourd from her waist, and poured out clean water: "Junior sister! Take a wash, wash your face, See where you are injured."
It 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 condition, as well as cleaning the dust on their clothes and bodies.
The female swordsman gave the male swordsman a grateful look, held the water in both hands, and carefully washed the dirt on her face.
Then, she raised her head and showed her softest and most charming smile: "Thank you, brother..."
"Where are you from the demon..." Seeing the woman's face with her makeup removed, the male swordsman subconsciously took a step back, lost his face in shock and couldn't help rolling in his belly, bending over and opening his mouth. :"vomit……"
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In just a moment, those swordsmen in white clothes who had no time to open their infuriating body were torn to pieces by the explosion. This time it was not an attack on the tactical level. For the traditional army, the orbital bombing itself was a genuine battle to destroy.
Without complete protection, a group army that is deployed may be directly destroyed by an orbital bombardment, so an ordinary attack for the space fleet can completely achieve the combat effect in the traditional sense.
Unfortunately, because the distance is too far, the accuracy of orbital bombing needs to be improved. After all, even if the accuracy of the muzzle differs by a tiny bit, the distance reflected on the surface of the planet thousands of miles away is as much as tens of kilometers.
However, dozens of cannonballs, equivalent to small-sized celestial staff cannonballs, even if the accuracy is not high, they are enough to make opponents jealous.
Because even if it hits one such shell, it is enough to cause a heavy loss to an army. In front of him, the army of the Heavenly Sword God Sect collapsed instantly because of such a directly hit cannonball.
The hundreds of swordsmen in white at the center of the explosion could no longer find a complete body in an instant, and even some fragments no longer exist. Under this level of explosion, the only thing that can survive in the end is probably only the debris mixed with the soil.
At the same time, those swordsmen in white clothes who were far away from the explosion center had no longer the elegant demeanor of having just walked out of the portal. They climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, and finally distinguished the north, south, east and west.
The terrible earth shook the mountains just now, the terrible blast just now, it was like the nature of the world was opposing them, it was like the anger contained between the heaven and the earth.
"Mengxi! Junior Mengxi! Where are you?" After struggling to get out of the floating soil that is more than a foot thick, a young swordsman squinted his eyes in the haze formed by the dust that has not yet completely settled. In, looking for my sweetheart.
No one responded to him. He was suddenly tripped by an arm exposed to the floating soil. After staggering to stabilize his figure, he turned his head and pulled that arm desperately.
In this way, the owner of that arm was pulled out of the floating soil, and half of his body was exposed. That was an embarrassed middle-aged swordsman. He closed his eyes and didn't speak, as if he had passed out.
The young swordsman continued to pull hard, and suddenly found that the middle-aged man of the same school was left with only the half of his body exposed.
"Ah!" The young swordsman looked at the tragic sight, frightened and fell down and sat directly on another corpse.
He felt the softness of his body, which was completely different from the soft floating soil. So he hurriedly turned around, and when he was about to say sorry, he saw his face that had been cut in half by the gravel.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
Because he was too nervous and too scared, he didn't feel that the air at this moment was enough to make his breathing difficult, and the muddy dust mixed with the smell of various flesh and blood directly rushed into the intake duct, enough to make people's lungs. Suffered huge damage.
"K...cough! Cough cough!" Finally, the uncomfortable lungs began to protest to the reflex nerves, and the young man began to cough violently. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? This cough, the saliva mixed with blood, mixed with the sand in his mouth, spurted out all of a sudden, and sprinkled on the front of his white coat that was no longer clean.
With such a violent explosion, how could he be unscathed from the deaths and injuries of the people around him. The terrible shock had already damaged his internal organs and destroyed his foundation.
Humming was still echoing in his ears, and the young swordsman was still staggering forward in the deep floating soil. Step by step, he walked with difficulty stepping on the broken corpse and the stone turned into powder.
"Is there anyone?" Even though he couldn't hear any answer, the endless "buzz" sound was still in his ears, but the young man was still vomiting blood and yelling loudly.
It seemed that only such a yelling could make him find such a trace of security in this dim environment where the landslides and the ground were invisible.
Just when he couldn't hold on and fell down, a pair of very powerful but slightly dry hands grabbed him into his arms.
The white-haired old man held on to the seriously injured disciple, his face had long lost the look of disdain and contempt. He squinted his eyes, trying to see the new world in front of him through the heavy fog.
He found that he couldn't understand the world anymore, because in the past years, in countless days and nights, he had never encountered such a bizarre situation before him.
"It's okay! It's okay! Everything is fine! Your brothers and sisters, it's okay... It's okay..." The old man lowered his head and softly comforted the child who hadn't settled until he died, with an inexplicable hint of anger in his heart.
The white-haired old man yelled, and a burst of energy was emitted from his body, blowing all the dust that was still falling around him into the distance.
As this breath swept away the dust falling from the sky, finally some white-clothed swordsmen who were lucky enough to survive, struggled to get up from the sea of blood on the corpse mountain.
Even with such a terrifying attack, there are still swordsmen in white clothes that can survive. They opened their defensive aura in time, and finally protected themselves.
However, around them, many of the fellows who have not had time to prepare can no longer be resurrected.
"Come on! Come on! Someone is injured!" A female swordsman finally pulled out a wounded person with a broken arm out of the gravel and floating soil, shouting loudly for the people around to come and help.
It is a pity that no one has the time to help her wounded here, because there are wounded everywhere, and there are poor people in need of help everywhere.
Some of them have broken their arms, some have lost a leg, and some have been penetrated into their abdomen by something, or they just have a scar on their arm.
Just as a gray-headed female swordsman crawled out of the floating soil, a male swordsman stepped forward with concern, took off a gourd from her waist, and poured out clean water: "Junior sister! Take a wash, wash your face, See where you are injured."
It 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 condition, as well as cleaning the dust on their clothes and bodies.
The female swordsman gave the male swordsman a grateful look, held the water in both hands, and carefully washed the dirt on her face.
Then, she raised her head and showed her softest and most charming smile: "Thank you, brother..."
"Where are you from the demon..." Seeing the woman's face with her makeup removed, the male swordsman subconsciously took a step back, lost his face in shock and couldn't help rolling in his belly, bending over and opening his mouth. :"vomit……"
In just a moment, those swordsmen in white clothes who had no time to open their infuriating body were torn to pieces by the explosion. This time it was not an attack on the tactical level. For the traditional army, the orbital bombing itself was a genuine battle to destroy.Without complete protection, a group army that is deployed may be directly destroyed by an orbital bombardment, so an ordinary attack for the space fleet can completely achieve the combat effect in the traditional sense.Unfortunately, because the distance is too far, the accuracy of orbital bombing needs to be improved. After all, even if the accuracy of the muzzle differs by a tiny bit, the distance reflected on the surface of the planet thousands of miles away is as much as tens of kilometers.However, dozens of cannonballs, equivalent to small-sized celestial staff cannonballs, even if the accuracy is not high, they are enough to make opponents jealous.Because even if it hits one such shell, it is enough to cause a heavy loss to an army. In front of him, the army of the Heavenly Sword God Sect collapsed instantly because of such a directly hit cannonball.The hundreds of swordsmen in white at the center of the explosion could no longer find a complete body in an instant, and even some fragments no longer exist. Under this level of explosion, the only thing that can survive in the end is probably only the debris mixed with the soil.At the same time, those swordsmen in white clothes who were far away from the explosion center had no longer the elegant demeanor of having just walked out of the portal. They climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, and finally distinguished the north, south, east and west.The terrible earth shook the mountains just now, the terrible blast just now, it was like the nature of the world was opposing them, it was like the anger contained between the heaven and the earth."Mengxi! Junior Mengxi! Where are you?" After struggling to get out of the floating soil that is more than a foot thick, a young swordsman squinted his eyes in the haze formed by the dust that has not yet completely settled. In, looking for my sweetheart.No one responded to him. He was suddenly tripped by an arm exposed to the floating soil. After staggering to stabilize his figure, he turned his head and pulled that arm desperately.In this way, the owner of that arm was pulled out of the floating soil, and half of his body was exposed. That was an embarrassed middle-aged swordsman. He closed his eyes and didn't speak, as if he had passed out.The young swordsman continued to pull hard, and suddenly found that the middle-aged man of the same school was left with only the half of his body exposed."Ah!" The young swordsman looked at the tragic sight, frightened and fell down and sat directly on another corpse.He felt the softness of his body, which was completely different from the soft floating soil. So he hurriedly turned around, and when he was about to say sorry, he saw his face that had been cut in half by the gravel."Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Because he was too nervous and too scared, he didn't feel that the air at this moment was enough to make his breathing difficult, and the muddy dust mixed with the smell of various flesh and blood directly rushed into the intake duct, enough to make people's lungs. Suffered huge damage."K...cough! Cough cough!" Finally, the uncomfortable lungs began to protest to the reflex nerves, and the young man began to cough violently. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? This cough, the saliva mixed with blood, mixed with the sand in his mouth, spurted out all of a sudden, and sprinkled on the front of his white coat that was no longer clean.With such a violent explosion, how could he be unscathed from the deaths and injuries of the people around him. The terrible shock had already damaged his internal organs and destroyed his foundation.Humming was still echoing in his ears, and the young swordsman was still staggering forward in the deep floating soil. Step by step, he walked with difficulty stepping on the broken corpse and the stone turned into powder."Is there anyone?" Even though he couldn't hear any answer, the endless "buzz" sound was still in his ears, but the young man was still vomiting blood and yelling loudly.It seemed that only such a yelling could make him find such a trace of security in this dim environment where the landslides and the ground were invisible.Just when he couldn't hold on and fell down, a pair of very powerful but slightly dry hands grabbed him into his arms.The white-haired old man held on to the seriously injured disciple, his face had long lost the look of disdain and contempt. He squinted his eyes, trying to see the new world in front of him through the heavy fog.He found that he couldn't understand the world anymore, because in the past years, in countless days and nights, he had never encountered such a bizarre situation before him."It's okay! It's okay! Everything is fine! Your brothers and sisters, it's okay... It's okay..." The old man lowered his head and softly comforted the child who hadn't settled until he died, with an inexplicable hint of anger in his heart.The white-haired old man yelled, and a burst of energy was emitted from his body, blowing all the dust that was still falling around him into the distance.As this breath swept away the dust falling from the sky, finally some white-clothed swordsmen who were lucky enough to survive, struggled to get up from the sea of blood on the corpse mountain.Even with such a terrifying attack, there are still swordsmen in white clothes that can survive. They opened their defensive aura in time, and finally protected themselves.However, around them, many of the fellows who have not had time to prepare can no longer be resurrected."Come on! Come on! Someone is injured!" A female swordsman finally pulled out a wounded person with a broken arm out of the gravel and floating soil, shouting loudly for the people around to come and help.It is a pity that no one has the time to help her wounded here, because there are wounded everywhere, and there are poor people in need of help everywhere.Some of them have broken their arms, some have lost a leg, and some have been penetrated into their abdomen by something, or they just have a scar on their arm.Just as a gray-headed female swordsman crawled out of the floating soil, a male swordsman stepped forward with concern, took off a gourd from her waist, and poured out clean water: "Junior sister! Take a wash, wash your face, See where you are injured."It 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 condition, as well as cleaning the dust on their clothes and bodies.The female swordsman gave the male swordsman a grateful look, held the water in both hands, and carefully washed the dirt on her face.Then, she raised her head and showed her softest and most charming smile: "Thank you, brother...""Where are you from the demon..." Seeing the woman's face with her makeup removed, the male swordsman subconsciously took a step back, lost his face in shock and couldn't help rolling in his belly, bending over and opening his mouth. :"vomit"
