Seven black muzzles locked onto the man in white.
The latter was still playing the piano slowly.
On the contrary, this calmness left an indelible shadow in people's hearts.
Some soldiers' eyes changed slightly, and they exchanged glances with each other, preparing to launch a tentative attack.
At this time, the sound of the piano changed slightly, and there was no movement. The specially modified guns in the hands of the people were twisted directly under a sound of clicks, and turned into a pile of scrap metal. The barrels were directly cut in half by the invisible sound waves and fell to the ground.
"Using external objects is indeed powerful."
"But if these dead objects are destroyed, what else can you rely on?"
Zhou Yi and several other people, as well as the soldiers in the camp, all looked depressed.
The incendiary bombs in the guns that had a certain destructive power against monsters, as well as the signal flares that determined the coordinates of the mountain temple, were destroyed before they were used. What was most unexpected was the strength of the monsters this time.
If you can cut into pieces the guns when no one reacts, then you can cut into pieces the human body without a doubt.
There is a thick fog on the mountain, and the demonic power interferes. The specific coordinates of the mountain temple cannot be confirmed outside the mountain.
So it is impossible to carry out a concentrated fire attack.
In Wei Yuan's eyes, an extremely strong demonic aura emanates from the man in white in front of him, vaguely turning into a lying tiger, surrounded by kneeling ghosts. In the eyes of the world, it looks like a hermit sitting alone in the mountain playing the piano, but in Wei Yuan's eyes, it is a big demon king surrounded by ghosts.
The surrounding soldiers were shocked by the demonic aura that enveloped the mountain for a while, and their movements were slow.
The spiritual power in Wei Yuan's blood flowed away, but it was not a big deal.
Knowing that in order to solve the big demon that broke free from the seal, support from the rear was needed, and whether the rear could accurately locate it, it also needed the soldiers of the Shenjiying next to it. Under the circumstances, Wei Yuan could not hesitate. He raised the sword in his hand slightly and slashed it diagonally downward. The sword whistled fiercely, and a ghost was directly killed.
The man in white looked at Wei Yuan, who was still able to move freely.
Wei Yuan put his sword back into the sheath and spoke.
"Shanjun, before we fight, I have something to ask you."
Wei Yuan was also gambling. Since Shanjun was playing the piano here, he obviously thought he was elegant, and he took the initiative to show up and wait, so he was conceited. The man in white did not make a move, but frowned slightly and looked at Wei Yuan with his brown eyes.
Wei Yuan's move was to delay time, but at this moment, he really had a question.
He thought of the figures that appeared in his dream, and said slowly:
"A few days ago, Dong Yu's incident should also be the work of Shanjun. Let me ask, did Shanjun intervene in her ending up like that... And in the case of the Tian family bone girl, the soul-changing method used by the Li family girl was not like that of an ordinary peasant girl, was it done by Shanjun?!"
Shanjun suddenly laughed and said, "I wonder what it is?!"
"So you think that they ended up like this because of my intervention?"
"Do you still think that, Is this the so-called evil done by us, not by humans?"
"Hahaha, wrong!"
"Witchcraft is a method used by your race to plot against your own kind, and it has nothing to do with me. After the witchcraft disaster of Emperor Wu of Han, countless people who are good at witchcraft have changed their names. The girl from the Tian family just had bad luck and met one of them."
"As for the poor woman a few days ago, she was abducted and sold, beaten to death by her husband's family, and thrown down the mountain. There was no monster in it. It was all done by humans, but that was exactly I saw the resentment at the border of my mountain, so I went to take a look. In the past thousand years, I have seen that what you humans have done is far worse than the demons you are talking about. "
Wei Yuan said: "If so, the mountain king is punishing evil and promoting good?"
The mountain king said with interest: "Of course not, let me ask you, can people have sympathy for others?"
"Of course."
"I am also an alien in your mouth. Why can't I understand that I have sympathy for those aliens who are also rejected by you? Besides, mountains and rivers are emotional, and they are also happy to see the pleasure of revenge, I pity her experience, so I helped her get what she wished. It was the so-called compassion in my mouth. "
Wei Yuan said, "Why didn't Shanjun intervene before?"
Shanjun laughed: "I am finally a monster in the mountain."
He looked at Wei Yuan and said, "I have a problem, too."
"If you don't even talk about Dong Yu's affairs, the incident of the Bone Girl has been in Yongping, the Han Dynasty for three years. How can you know so detailed after more than a thousand years?"
The rest of the people in the field were quiet in the camp behind.
In silence, Wei Yuan raised his sword and said in a calm tone:
"It's all you can see in the classics."
"Oh? What kind of classics is it?"
"Nothing to be told."
At this moment, a soldier finally restrained the invasion of the demon-level demonic aura, opened his tiger's eyes angrily, raised his hand suddenly, and removed the individual gun barrel behind him. Wei Yuan instantly reacted, stepped forward and flashed in front of him, swinging out the eight-sided Han sword in his hand.
Ding, ding, ding, three crisp sounds.
The scabbard of the Eight-sided Han Sword was directly pierced.
The sword body slid along, and under the force release, the three strings pierced directly into the ground.
The mountain king did not seem to expect that a mere mortal body could withstand his attack. At the same time, the soldier had already pressed the launch button with all his strength, slightly tilted upwards, and ran directly to the building area behind the mountain king with a fuel-air bomb, which seemed to be a fairyland.
The latter directly abandoned everyone and blocked the building directly. It seemed that he only knew ordinary firearms, and a demonic power slashed at the fuel-air bomb.
Wei Yuan's face changed, and he quickly dodged with his sword.
The other soldiers also struggled and dodged behind.
The effective killing radius of the fuel-air bomb is 50 meters.
Wei Yuan turned around and ran a few steps before he heard a loud noise, followed by a muffled groan, a heat wave, and a fierce flame that burned fiercely. It was cut open immediately. The man in white was still the same as usual, and the building behind him was intact, but his hands behind his back trembled slightly, and his face was gloomy.
This time, all individual weapons have corresponding coordinate devices.
Their goal is to confirm the specific coordinates after discovering the mountain temple.
A concise and powerful voice came from the Bluetooth headset.
"Retreat!"
Because the mountain king appeared directly, the first stage of the mission this time has been quickly completed.
Next, it is necessary to retreat a certain distance, and while evacuating the radius of 300 meters, lead the enemy away to ensure that the firepower will not be intercepted and can be saturated on the mountain temple.
This is the most dangerous mission stage.
The other party has obviously been angered.
After the order was given, everyone retreated at the fastest speed, and at the same time, they fired back with the grenade-like individual weapons they carried with them to hinder the legendary monster. The elite of the special operations team began to mobilize their magic power and use talismans. Wei Yuan suddenly threw away the scabbard, bit his finger, and quickly drew talismans on the sword.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly a great sense of uneasiness came over him.
Can a person run faster than a tiger on a mountain road?
Wei Yuan turned around slightly and took a look. The smoke and dust from the gunpowder explosion dissipated, and a white robe was intact. He didn't see any movement. The mountain road became more and more rugged. The whole Crouching Tiger Mountain seemed to be shaking and turning into a living thing. One by one, the strings were suspended in the air, piercing down towards the people on the ground like flying feathers.
Wei Yuan quickened his pace and was about to avoid it.
But he immediately realized that behind him was a soldier who was carrying equipment and hindering the enemy and was a little slower.
I can dodge, and those warriors who are slowed down by the weight of individual weapons will surely die.
Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and turned his feet, reversing his movements. The eight-sided Han sword in his hand stabbed out fiercely, piercing the strings of the zither. The blood in his chest and abdomen churned. He turned his wrist and forcibly mobilized the Crouching Tiger Technique. The speed of the eight-sided Han sword in his hand suddenly increased. He retreated and fought, and blocked all the strings with the power of the dragon sword.
Sparks burst out and mixed with the sword light, like a blizzard in the hot summer sun.
The last string of the zither was guided by the unloading force and penetrated into the rocks.
Wei Yuan didn't have time to breathe in and out, and the figure of the mountain king was already close.
In the illusion, a huge tiger tail afterimage with evil wind lashed at Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan took a step forward instead of retreating, changing his position, leaning over to the left of the mountain king, holding the eight-sided Han sword beside him. He gritted his teeth and slashed at the waist and abdomen of the mountain king. The blood-colored talisman on the sword burst into a ball of light. The demon power that had just experienced a violent impact and was unscathed seemed a little difficult to defend against this steel sword.
The clothes of the defenseless mountain king were cut off.
You can see that there is even a shallow scar on the abdomen.
Wei Yuan's tiger's mouth has been cracked and bleeding, looking even more miserable.
The mountain king's wound healed instantly, but his expression suddenly changed, mixed with anger and a hint of fear. He finally noticed the faint breath of the crouching tiger waist badge on Wei Yuan.
"So it's you..."
Wei Yuan exhaled, feeling a little pain in his heart. The other members had already retreated to a safe place. He didn't hesitate to stay and smiled:
"Have you noticed, Shanjun? How far have we retreated now?"
Originally, they were more than a hundred meters away from the mountain temple, and then they retreated for a long time.
They had already exceeded the safe distance.
Shanjun frowned slightly, and then he was puzzled. The creatures in the mountain could not threaten his existence.
What does this sentence mean?
In the rear camp, orders were quickly transmitted.
"Our members have evacuated to a safe area."
"We have asked the military district for authorization to open fire."
"Permission to open fire."
A girl wearing glasses and looking weak and gentle pressed the button.
"Open fire."
At a distance of 30 kilometers, the Fire Dragon series of rockets began to be launched. There were reporters filming the military training scenes and then broadcasting them to other TV stations. There were military civilians responsible for explaining the power of this series of rockets.
Twelve mother bombs can be launched in an instant.
The power coverage radius is 300 meters.
The maximum deviation does not exceed 10 meters.
Of course, this is just a rocket, not a ballistic missile, haha, of course not.
Destructive power...
Accompanied by the explanation, a series of fire dragon-like rockets instantly took off. With the top rocket positioning system of the entire Blue Star, the entire sky was instantly darkened. These modern weapons carrying a large amount of explosives fell on the mountain temple of Crouching Tiger Mountain. The flames and high temperatures instantly enveloped the area within a radius of 300 meters.
The shock wave mixed with the scorching heat swept out.
.........
Thick black smoke rose to the sky.
The building area that just seemed like a fairyland turned into ruins and was submerged in a sea of fire.
The face of the mountain king who had just been calm and unhurried suddenly turned pale, and his overall aura was weakened. It seemed that a breath was directly extracted from his body. It was no longer completely unmatched. Wei Yuan took the initiative to press a button on the special combat uniform, and the special medicine was injected into his body, and the consumed mana was quickly regenerated.
Mist lingered on the mountain king, and his voice was mixed with tiger roars in his low voice, and he was extremely angry.
"It's you, Sili Xiaowei, no wonder you know what happened back then, no wonder you call me the mountain king instead of the tiger king, and you are the only ones in the world who would call me like that..."
"It was your ancestors who suppressed me in this mountain back then."
"Zhang Daoling is dead, and his disciples are too far away from here."
"I will first ask you for the hatred that has been suppressed for a thousand years and the hatred today!!!"
......
In the camp at the foot of the mountain, everyone finally saw that the mountain temple was blown up, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
This tiger demon withstood the direct impact of individual missiles and fuel-air explosive bombs without any damage.
It can mobilize the mountain's terrain.
This performance has exceeded their imagination.
After all, in this world, not everyone has the opportunity to contact such a great demon king that existed in ancient times.
They were really worried that the opponent's mountain temple could directly withstand the impact of rockets.
If he can withstand fuel-air explosive bombs, and the mountain temple can withstand the washing of rockets.
Then...
However, fortunately...
The officer who was serious and calm before sat down on the chair, sweat oozing from his forehead.
He calmed down for a while before saying:
"Summon the members' positions. Who is closer to the Tiger King now, the special operations team or our soldiers?"
A communicator quickly answered:
"It's the non-staff member."
The officer paused, thinking of what he had heard from the Tiger King before, and nodded slowly, saying:
"It's the man who has read a lot of classics. He is well-informed and worthy of being the museum owner."
"Connect him to the communication..."
The sound mixed with the tiger roar came. Because of the influence of the demon power, the clarity of the communication was constantly decreasing, but the tiger roar still made people tremble in their hearts and their scalps numb. It can be imagined that facing the deterrence of the demon king, even if you try to adjust it, the voice full of hatred is still only intermittent.
"It's you..."
"No wonder you know... and call me the Mountain Lord..."
"Back then, it was you... rustling... that suppressed me in this mountain."
"Zhang Daoling is dead... This hatred that has been suppressed for more than a thousand years, and..., I will... ask you for it!!!"
Finally, accompanied by the click sound after the tiger roar, a rustling sound came from the instrument.
The instrument has been damaged.
A dead silence.
...
Wei Yuan also heard an unstable sound in his ears. He took off the broken headphones, put them aside, and raised his sword.
Since the other party wanted to take revenge on Zhang Daoling, the first generation of Tianshi, who sealed him in the past, as a later generation Sili school lieutenant, and practiced the swordsmanship of Tianshi Mansion, he should naturally accept it.
He held the broken sword in his left hand and held the long sword in his right hand.
"Sili school lieutenant, Crouching Tiger Wei Yuan."
"According to the order, kill the demon!"