Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

By the time the demons discovered Black Jack, he had jumped right above the jailbreak cannon.

There were dozens of evildoers riding the vulture, blowing a sharp "lion whistle” in their mouths and steering the vulture towards Black Jack.

Blackjack's figure turned into a lightning bolt, proactively pounding at one of the exterminators, kicking each other off the vulture, falling into the corner of the cannon base of the exterminator cannon, a broken muscle and blurred flesh.

Blackjack, however, strangled the vulture's neck to death, and his iron clamp-like hands were deeply embedded in the vulture's feathers and flesh, causing the vulture's cervical vertebrae to have a heartburn.

The vulture had to obey Blackjack's orders and hit several other vultures.

The Jailbroken Devil's vulture battle broke out in chaos.

Blackjack stepped behind the vulture, jumped over the sky and jumped towards the jailbroken cannon while it was in turmoil.

“Psst! ”

Halfway through the air, the evildoers behind the vultures threw out a long whip with barbed thorns.

This whip can be used to punch a vulture, accelerate or steer, or retract, wrapping around the enemy's neck, the embedded blade, and the upside, enough to rip the enemy's head off.

“Shh, shh! ”

The Jailbreaker beneath also discovered Blackjack as an uninterrupted guest.

Arrows and magic missiles, like torrential rain on the reverse, like deadly fireworks, split their heads and swept their heads towards Blackjack.

At a critical moment, Blackjack took a deep breath, and the surrounding space seemed twisted, turning into a colorful kaleidoscope, and he actually had dozens of identities in the kaleidoscope, and dragged dozens of shadows, dragging thorn whips, arrows and magic missiles all away.

Speaking of late, then quickly, the thousands of demons saw the black jack dive from the air, steady and steady, standing at the mouth of the jail-extinguishing cannon.

Between moments, invisible momentum, flooding, spreading around the battlefield.

Blood warfare demonic world, harsh environment, except for a few special ethnic groups such as Turing, men, women and children, are born fighters, there is no “war let women go”.

Like the Medusa, it is also a matrilineal tribe, where women are the most respected, and only witches can master the most skilled medical and physical modifications.

As a result, there are a large number of witches in both the extermination and six-communal coalitions, accounting for at least one third of the total strength.

When the momentum of Blackjack's photography spread throughout the battlefield, the witches, all of them shaking their minds, couldn't help themselves, staring deeply into Blackjack's eyes, waving unspeakable ripples, almost unable to breathe.

The offensive of the exterminators around the turret stagnated.

Blackjack took the opportunity to draw his sword from the waist and lift it high toward the dome.

“Buzz, buzz! ”

In the seemingly plain sword, a strange sound of seal release came from the sword. First, there appeared a cross and staggered stripe like a spider web, and then these stripes overflowed the sword body, spreading and expanding outward like a vascular and neural network, followed by a brilliant luminosity continuously filling along the "vascular and neural network”, like filling the empty skeleton with full muscles.

The original three-foot green blade quickly turned into a supermassive lightsaber that was over two meters long and nearly one foot wide.

The weirdest thing is that where the light sword is near the handle of the sword, it still highlights a wonderful and unique giant eye, and the blood filament in the eyeball is like a tentacle, merging the light sword with the right hand of Black Jack's sword.

“Ho ho ho ho! ”

The evildoers around the turret roared angrily in disgrace, and a steamy burning spear burst against him.

Blackjack had a magical lightsaber in his hand, spinning around very cleverly, cutting off the tip of hundreds of spears.

He himself seemed to be the most advanced dancer, holding his toes and gently spinning around the top of the cannon, lifting the lightsaber high with his hands.

When the blade tip reached its ultimate speed and dragged out almost a full circle of leftover moon-like glow, Blackjack gathered all his strength, severely chopped it down, and split the leftover moon glow into the cannons of the jail-extinguishing cannon.

At that moment, I had never seen a true Sun and Moon demon tribe, and all eyes were temporarily sighted by Blackjack's sword.

When their vision was cleared up, they saw Blackjack again turn into a remnant of a lightning bolt, racing on countless sharp spears and swords, and even using the elasticity of a stabbed spear as a support rod, jumping high and grasping a paw of a half-sky lion vulture.

“Knock! ”

The hardest and sharpest claws of a vulture, in the hands of Blackjack, were hardest hit and suddenly crushed.

Eating pain, ordinary wings, dancing wildly in the middle of the air, the vultures just took Black Jack out of the jailbreak cannon range.

“Kill him! Kill him! ”

Millions of exorcists shouted.

But without waiting for their bows and arrows and their magic, they heard a strange murmur behind them.

Looking back, they found the jail-extinguishing cannon jumping like a boiling pot.

“This is--”

The exorcist couldn't help but be frightened.

The jail-extinguishing cannon is ready for a second launch, and the high-pressure boiler “squeaks” to the point where the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

But Blackjack's sword was violent, but deep inside the cannon.

Although no cracks can be seen on the outside, they are the strength that severely damages the internal structure of the cannon.

Now, tiny cracks and bubbles inside the cannon tube, invisible to the naked eye, are becoming larger and more unstable under the dual erosion of high-pressure steam and magical forces.

A few artillery men who manipulated the jailbreak cannon were beheaded by Blackjack's powerful and unmatched swordman. The headless body twitched and fell on the turret. How could anyone stop the cannon from being destroyed?

“The jail-extinguishing cannon is about to explode! ”

The faces of countless exterminators were twisted and cried out for despair.

It was too late for them to quarrel and panic to escape the rampant scope of the artillery explosion.

Those pressurized devices around the cannon, like piling machines, rose again high and fell again, like volcanic smoke and steam.

This time, however, the magic bullets were not thrust out by high pressure steam - until then, the fiercely shaken cannon tubes could no longer withstand the forces of terror and were torn apart and exploded extremely violently.

Boom!

Jail-extinguishing cannon, blown up.

The tragedy that has just taken place in the Six-Communal Coalition Front, almost exactly the same, has been repeated in the Battle Front of the Exilers.

No, this time it's more devastating than just now.

Because this heavenly lady scattered flowering iron fragments, in addition to the magic bullet itself, all fragments and parts of the jail-extinguishing cannon.