God-Level Brat System - Chapter 1092
[Chapter 1092: Broken Airbed Crossbow]
“You are a bunch of women, but you have some backbone. But how can our sect let you have your wish?”
Ji Zizai sneered at this.
Then, he waved his hand gently.
The next moment, a team of Luo Mei Sect disciples came out one after another.
Swish!
This team of disciples, in the puzzled eyes of the crowd, expressionlessly installed wooden instruments on the spot.
“Mechanical Dao!”
Hua Nishang’s face suddenly changed, and she exclaimed.
The other elders’ faces changed again and again after hearing this.
Among the various avenues, there is a path called the Mechanical Dao.
This school is best at strange and lewd skills, mechanical instruments!
The team of disciples in front of them are obviously people who practice the Mechanical Dao.
The instruments they assembled are even more used as killing weapons in large-scale expeditions!
Broken Airbed Crossbow!
This instrument originated from the army in ancient times. After the end of the ancient times, the dynasties fell apart.
It was replaced by the Tiandao Guild and various sects.
Military weapons such as bed crossbows disappeared.
However, later, a master of the mechanical way found a bed crossbow burial object after excavating several generals’ tombs.
From then on, the mechanical way began to study the bed crossbow.
With the continuous improvement of the mechanical way masters of each generation, the ordinary bed crossbow gradually evolved into the broken air bed crossbow today.
The broken air bed crossbow is specially used to break the protective aura of martial arts practitioners.
Under such a powerful killing weapon, even the strong people in the spiritual realm are completely unable to resist.
Therefore, after Hua Nishang and others saw the broken air bed crossbow, their hearts instantly fell to the bottom of the valley.
At this time, even if they knew that Ye Meng had arranged reinforcements, they almost no longer relied on it.
After all, no matter what kind of martial arts master, when facing the broken air bed crossbow, there is no confidence.
“Bed crossbow ready!”
As the command sounded, the huge bed crossbow suddenly made a series of teeth-grinding sounds.
Crossbow arrows with cold rays appeared on the bed crossbow, densely packed, and frightening!
Having only one bed crossbow is not scary. What is scary is that when the number of bed crossbows reaches a certain level, the bed crossbows fired at that time will completely become the death sickle.
All the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect fell silent.
They had previously expressed their willingness to fight, but that did not mean that they would still fight in the face of such a situation.
No one is a fool. After the Demon Sect used the bed crossbow, the balance was completely unbalanced, and the Hundred Flowers Sect was powerless to save the situation!
“Alas, it’s fate!”
Hua Nishang sighed to the sky, her expression lonely.
Things have come to this point, it’s all fate.
Now it has nothing to do with whether Ye Meng’s reinforcements arrive in time.
In Hua Nishang’s view, even if the reinforcements that Ye Meng said arrived, it would not change the current situation.
After all, the Demon Sect used the broken air bed crossbow.
Just when everyone in the Hundred Flowers Sect was about to close their eyes and wait for death, a white light suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, reflecting a white mist in front of everyone’s eyes.
“What is this?”
Seeing this, Ji Zizai and Li Tianshu frowned, and instinctively felt that something was wrong.
“My Lord!”
Suddenly, a huge roar came.
This sound, densely packed together, sounded extremely terrifying!
Everyone looked over and gasped.
Many timid disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect couldn’t help but jump in shock.
Even Ji Zizai, Li Tianshu and other people from the Demon Sect had their pupils shrink violently.
What they saw were all monsters with beast heads and human bodies, ferocious and terrifying, with terrifying expressions!
(End of this chapter)
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