The fire gun in Zhang Feixuan's hand was newly made by the blacksmiths. It looks the same as the one used before, except for one thing.
It seems that this thing doesn't need projectiles, and its power can be highlighted just by drying it in the sun.
A forbidden soldier in the rear holding his helmet and showing his head smiled and said: "It's all thanks to the great master."
"Senior brother Enze must be, but so on."
Isn’t that a bit unreasonable?
If there is no need for projectiles, then mana is used. If mana can be used, why not use magic?
"Forget it, you can use it very well."
Zhang Feixuan handed the firecracker to the forbidden army and looked forward, "Twenty miles ahead is the city. Are you ready?"
The Imperial Guard put on his helmet, put the gun into his waist, and his figure became solemn.
Behind him were two squads of the Forbidden Army, and a 400-strong Hundred Guards Army. The Imperial Guards were covered in heavy armor, while the Hundred Guards Army had a combination of leather armor and iron armor, and carried a variety of weapons.
The eight hundred forbidden troops were divided into forty directions, and they took two hundred defenders with them and set off outside.
Zhang Feixuan is the leader in one direction, coming with his senior brother's decree to turn all the evil spirits in this area into ashes.
There are actually not many people in this group. There are only ten Imperial Guards in one squad, and twenty in two squads, plus two hundred defenders and one Zhang Feixuan.
In other directions, in addition to their true disciples, the inner sect junior brothers mixed with the outer sect junior brothers, coupled with the imperial army and the hundreds of defenders, to sweep away the evil spirits of Nanping Kingdom.
Although the number of people is small, but based on the specific score, they are not starting a war, but simply to deal with the evil ways of Nanping Kingdom. The number of these people is even smaller, and they have not yet established a foundation.
They only deal with such evil ways and cannot deal with mortals. Zhang Feixuan knows this better. After defeating the evil ways, they will rule as a sect, and mortals will not resist.
As my senior brother learns more about audio and silent doors, now that the encyclopedia is open, some of the more powerful ones can be mapped on the map of Nanping Country.
For example, the city where Zhang Feixuan is about to march is where the Eighth Level Qi Refining Demonstration of the Soundless and Silent Sect is stationed.
Such an existence requires their true successors to appear in person.
There is naturally a difference between the seventh level and the eighth level, but it also depends on the cultivation method.
Realm is realm, and combat power is combat power.
Back then, Zhang Feixuankong had a realm, but his combat power could not be judged. Now he has Zhang Feixuan's realm, and he also has combat power!
He has all kinds of magical powers and magic weapons.
Why are you still afraid of the soundless and silent door of the setting sun?
"Bah! The setting sun is just a barren mountain that is about to be excavated."
Realizing that the wording was inappropriate, Zhang Feixuan took a sip, stopped thinking, and continued to move forward.
After walking forward for twenty miles, they saw the outline of the city. Zhang Feixuan waved his hand and the army stopped.
"Beat the drums, set up a formation, and shout."
Zhang Feixuan pointed forward and said: "Call that person out and I will fight with him!"
Boom, boom, boom!
The hundreds of defenders knocked the long handles of their weapons on the ground, making a rumbling sound. Others unloaded the supplies, quickly assembled them into two large drums, and beat them directly, making a huge roar.
This noise soon attracted the attention of the guards in the city. When those guards looked up from the city wall, they were so frightened that they ran away in a hurry.
The guards in the city were only used to maintain law and order, and there were not many of them at all. Seeing these two hundred people killing them, it was obvious that they were coming with bad intentions, so they naturally ran away in panic.
Not long after, a figure appeared in the sky and quickly climbed up the city wall.
"Don't knock! Who are you waiting for? Don't you know this is the territory of the soundless and silent doors!"
The man was a monk, wearing a waistband with a silent door, pointing forward and cursing.
"I'm waiting for you!"
Zhang Feixuan shouted towards the front: "Evil way, Grandpa You, I am a disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect. I am here to take your head. Hurry down and fight me!"
As he spoke, he opened his folding fan and sent out several blood sickles, flying straight towards the eighth-level man.
The disciple of the Soundless Silent Sect looked gloomy and terrifying. He jumped into the air, dodged the blood scythes, and flew to the ground.
"Golden Immortal Gate?!"
He gritted his teeth and said: "That's you? Killed my master? Broken my sect? Now you dare to come to me and cause trouble for me?!"
The Golden Immortal Gate was like thunder.
If it was Yuan Chongsui and King Kui who died before, but there were rumors that Jin Xianmen was responsible, then with the death of Yang Jun, the rumors became more intense.
But he has always been unwilling to believe it. After all, the death of a land god is unheard of and unbelievable.
But their soundless and silent sect is indeed in ruins. Now there are no elders to control it. How are they different from the smaller sects?
I heard that demons have invaded here recently, luring and slaughtering his fellow disciples like pigs and dogs, and turning them into demons.
Their Shengshengwushengmen lost their leader, and they didn't even dare to go out. They could only huddle in the city and try their best to improve their cultivation.
Now, the culprit of this rumor suddenly appeared?
The resentment and anger I had been feeling for a while finally found a target to vent to.
As for whether the rumors were true or not, it wasn't that important. He just needed to vent.
"Yes, we did it."
Zhang Fei
Hearing this, the face of the eighth-level monk became even gloomier, smoke exploded around him, and he disappeared from the spot.
laugh!
A hand suddenly stretched out from the back of Zhang Feixuan's heart, penetrated directly through the chest, held the heart with his palm, and appeared under Zhang Feixuan's head.
"With your little ability, are you worthy of shouting at me? Wait for me to clean your whole body to appease my hatred!" The eighth-level monk said harshly.
Standard spell for soundless and silent doors - the magic hand is empty!
Zhang Feixuan turned his head in surprise, pursed his lips, and looked at him in horror, with an expression of disbelief and complete fear.
The corner of the eighth-level monk's mouth curled up, and before he could speak, he saw the man's expression change rapidly, revealing a disdainful smile.
"I lied to you"
puff!
His body directly turned into a ball of blood, and even the heart in the man's hand turned into blood and fell to the ground. A ball of blood mist arose from the blood on the ground and flew into the sky quickly.
In the blood mist, the appearance of Zhang Feixuan gradually formed. He was flying in the air, looking down at this man, and said with a smile:
"Miaoshou Kongkong, I heard that your sect was once a group of thieves who made a living by stealing. Later, it became a large scale. This stealing skill has been turned into a spell."
"Ruthful words!"
The eighth-level monk waved his hand and pinched the seal, and the green smoke around him became even more intense.
"I haven't reached the foundation building yet. Although I can fly, I'm not afraid. Let you take a look at me."
Bang!
Before he could finish his words, a ray of light suddenly shot out of his heart, penetrated and shot straight into the distance, making his words stick in his throat.