SFS 69 is not a victory for one person.
69 is not a victory for one person.
Xu Yan gave Master Cheng a deep look, knowing that staying would only distract him. He gritted his teeth, crushed the Thunderstrike Talisman, and instantly seemed to be possessed by Usain Bolt, rushing out of the city in one breath, climbing up the city wall and standing there looking back.
The seven fought together, their swords cleaving through walls and their magic sweeping down houses. In no time, half the city was reduced to ruins, and countless innocent civilians perished within its walls.
The blood mist grew thicker.
Xu Yanxin was as still as water, instantly entering that mysterious state, where everything around him was clearly imprinted in his heart.
He expressionlessly took out his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
With a loud bang, the spirit stone bullet pierced into a cloud of blood mist and suddenly transformed into seven bolts of lightning, all of which struck Thirteen Sister, who was hiding in the mist, scattering the blood light around her.
Master Cheng immediately turned his head to look at it: a seventh-order thunder talisman?
What kind of magical artifact is that in that kid's hand?
How many good things is this kid hiding?
Thirteen Lady roared furiously, her voice like a vengeful ghost: "Who!"
Xu Yan remained silent and pulled the trigger again, and seven more bolts of lightning struck Thirteen Sister.
She tried to dodge, but as soon as she moved half a body distance away, lightning struck her, tearing her clothes to shreds and sending black smoke billowing from her body.
Thirteen Sister was furious and started howling wildly, acting like a madwoman.
She had spotted Xu Yan and rushed toward the city wall without a second thought.
Xu Yan remained calm and continued to pull the trigger, emptying the magazine in one go.
The immense recoil seemed nonexistent; every bullet struck its target precisely. Lightning flashed repeatedly, and Thirteen, her hair disheveled and face charred, roared with fury that nearly burst from her skull: "Agh—!"
Xu Yan did not change the magazine, but put away the heavy sniper rifle and looked down at the ruins expressionlessly.
Thirteen Sister transformed into a streak of blood-red light and hurtled towards the wall, boundless hatred surging within her chest: "Die!"
Xu Yan calmly took out a .221 pistol, inserted the space magazine, and pulled the bolt back with a satisfying metallic clang as a 12-gauge slug was chambered: "Come on!"
boom!
Flames spewed from the gun muzzle, and seven bolts of lightning still struck down, but the lightning was much more powerful than before!
The 18.4mm diameter is two sizes larger than the 12.7mm diameter, resulting in a larger warhead that can hold more spiritual energy, and naturally, greater power!
Thirteen Sister was completely stunned. How could there be more?
Is this ever going to end? Is this ever going to stop?!
She raised her hand and unleashed a trident. Xu Yan turned the gun around, pulled the trigger, and fired a burst of shots. The lightning shattered the spiritual consciousness on the trident.
Thirteen Sister had a splitting headache and screamed in agony.
Her mind was clouded by rage. She gritted her teeth and smashed the hidden blood pill, and layers of blood shadows once again enveloped her.
However, she underestimated the sustained firepower of 221. Xu Yan kept firing, and before the first few bolts of lightning had dissipated, the next few struck, causing her to convulse, her true essence to reverse, and even her soul to suffer considerable damage.
Master Cheng was both angry and anxious. He was angry because the boy was so disobedient and refused to leave; he was anxious because he had taken out this extraordinary magic treasure in front of so many people. Didn't he know what it meant to be guilty of possessing a treasure?
Just as Master Cheng had feared, Master Tian and Yuan Heng had long been eyeing Xu Yan with envy. Although the battle was raging, their hearts had already flown to Xu Yan's side.
The Blood Demon Sect felt the same way, eager to catch that little Qi Refiner immediately, extract his soul and refine his spirit, and thoroughly examine what kind of magic weapon it was!
Shangguan Yang and Yue Qianshan had already begun to send a telepathic message to Shisan Niang, asking her to come back immediately so that they could take their place.
Thirteen Niang was consumed by rage and suddenly crushed the beads on her wrist, a layer of seven-colored mist enveloping the blood-red light.
The lightning struck down, but it was completely blocked by the colorful mist, not a single speck landing on the blood-red light, let alone hitting Thirteen Sister.
She raised her head and swallowed a handful of pills to regulate her chaotic true energy. With a shout, she charged up the city wall.
Xu Yan fired continuously, but the Seven-Colored Smoke effortlessly blocked all the lightning.
Not only Tian, Cheng, and Yuan couldn't figure out the origin of the seven-colored mist, but Lin, Yue, and Shangguan were also completely clueless.
Where did Thirteen Sister get her trump card?
Master Cheng was extremely anxious and wanted to escape, but he was entangled by Shangguan Yang.
Facing the rapidly approaching enemy, Xu Yan showed no fear. He suddenly put away the 221 and switched to a more agile pistol. With a quick movement of his hands, he loaded the bullet.
Thirteen Sister's blood-red aura nearly boiled, leaving a trail of afterimages behind her, accompanied by spectacular sound and light effects: "Die—"
Seeing Xu Yan in danger, Master Cheng suddenly erupted, unleashing his only Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman. Instantly, thunderclouds filled the sky, and an electric cage enveloped Shangguan Yang and Yue Qianshan.
Having learned from his previous experience, he planted the Thunder Abyss Sword at Yue Qianshan's feet. The surging lightning immediately found its outlet, holding back Shangguan Yang while simultaneously striking Yue Qianshan, causing him to vomit blood and forcing him to retreat from the battlefield.
Wanting to rush to Xu Yan's aid, Thirteen Sister was already within reach. Master Cheng roared like thunder: "How dare you, you vixen!"
Thirteen Sister grinned maliciously, "How could I dare not?"
Just then, a wisp of smoke came towards her, and she felt as if her whole body was wrapped in something, or as if she were immersed in water. Her movements, which should have been smooth and effortless, suddenly became much slower.
Looking at Xu Yan again, he simply closed his eyes, blocking out external interference, and locked onto the enemy purely with his divine sense.
He suddenly took a step to the side, dodging Thirteen Sister, and pulled the trigger repeatedly based entirely on instinct.
Seven bolts, then seven more, and then another seven—a total of 56 bolts of lightning struck down in succession.
A single strike is not very powerful and could not possibly split the seven-colored mist, but quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and finally it exceeds the tolerance limit of the seven-colored mist.
The light outside the blood-red glow dimmed and then disappeared.
Thirteen Sister was both shocked and furious. She let out a wild roar and pounced on Xu Yan again.
The latter suddenly crouched down, performed a "tree root" maneuver, and continued firing in an extremely awkward manner.
He turned around and fired seven shots into his back.
Sidestep, four shots to the ribs.
He rolled over and fired five more shots.
Thunder roared above Thirteen Sister's head, shattering the blood-red light and dispersing her true essence.
Master Cheng was dumbfounded. This kid was only at the late stage of Qi Refining. He was not only able to hold his own against Foundation Establishment cultivators, but he was also able to turn the tables and suppress them.
Could that thing in his hand be some kind of magical treasure?
Others were also somewhat confused.
What's wrong with this world? How can someone with only a little Qi Refining reach the Foundation Establishment stage?
Xu Yan felt no pleasure after suppressing Thirteen Niang. He grabbed Thirteen Niang's messy hair, pressed the gun to her temple, and fired fiercely.
The lightning struck not only Thirteen Sister, but also Xu Yan, yet he seemed oblivious to it.
Thirteen Sister finally lost her fear and begged in a pitiful voice, "Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Senior, spare my life..."
Xu Yanxin was as hard as iron. "If I spare you, who will spare the people who died tragically in Cuizhou City?"
He simply switched to the 221, pulled the trigger, and fired a powerful shot right in the face.
A powerful electric current surged through her body, shattering the last bit of protective true energy within Thirteen Sister. With a muffled bang, lightning shattered her skull, ending her sinful life.
Xu Yan stopped, panting heavily, but immediately kicked the corpse off the wall, exhaling a long-suppressed breath as if releasing all the pent-up frustration and resentment accumulated over the past few days.
At this moment, his mind was perfectly clear—this is not my victory alone, but Lao Tzu has won!