Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 295 - 295 284 Being Old and Not Dying is to be a Thi

295: Chapter 284: Being Old and Not Dying is to be a Thief_1 295: Chapter 284: Being Old and Not Dying is to be a Thief_1 The dust dispersed, and Jiang Ding closed his eyes to sense for a mont.

“Severely injured, but still alive.”

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword disappeared in the explosion, burrowing into the ground layer, its Sword Intent locking on to that figure tunneling through the earth at a relatively slow speed.

“Damn it!”

The elder in the shadowy robe cursed, forced to confront the Taiqing Flying Sword with his pitch-black feathered arrow magical treasure.

Clang!

Amid fierce tremors and sparks flying, the Taiqing Flying Sword was obstructed, entangled with the black arrow rain, colliding hundreds of tis each breath, blue-gold and pitch-black lights flickering, specks of Spiritual Light splashing around, causing the nearby soil layers to boil as if in turmoil.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Three hundred and sixty hunter missiles arrived, not engaging with the two weapons, but instead piercing through the ground layer, aiming for the shadow-cloaked elder tunneling beneath.

No matter how he tried to conceal his form or burrow into the underground shadows, it was futile.

The Sword Intent firmly locked onto his position, guiding the missile swarm to his real-ti location.

Boom!

In an instant, three hundred and sixty missiles caught up with the shadow-cloaked elder, the screeches of death, the fluctuations of Third-order Destruction Magic clear in his ears.

“Black Shadow Cover!”

The elder Yingpao bellowed.

A pitch-black bead appeared above his head, shining with brilliant Spiritual Light, revealing itself to be an extrely rare top-grade magic treasure, its value staggering to behold.

Top-grade magic treasures were already the most powerful artifacts that a Golden Pill Monk could use!

As for supre-grade magic treasures, also known as Nascent Soul treasures, only Nascent Soul Monks had enough Mana to wield them, beyond the capabilities of Golden Pill Monks.

Many Nascent Soul Monks, if they hadn’t ascended for long, also only had top-grade magic treasures at their disposal.

Hum!

The pitch-black bead vibrated, spreading ripples that ford a protective shield several zhang in size around him, thick and dark as pure shadow with an undertone of consuming everything, layers of rock and earth lting away.

Boom!

The three hundred and sixty hunter missiles arrived as expected, exploding thunderously, rolling flas of Third-order Magic engulfing the area, blasting a kiloter-wide cavity into the soil layers eight kiloters below, shaking the ground above like a quaking mountain.

This was akin to an explosion occurring in a nearly closed space!

The elder Yingpao grunted, the protective shield ford by the black bead compressed to a few inches thick from the violent explosion, nearly clinging to his skin.

But in the end, it withstood the assault.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

However, in the sky, the three hundred and sixty hunter missiles swooped down again with their piercing whistles, diving into the deep pit blasted beforehand, following the path of the previous missile wave in an instant, once more engulfing him as he hadn’t tunneled far.

“Damn Eastern Devil School!”

The elder Yingpao yelled angrily, but to no avail, he could only desperately channel Mana into the pitch-black bead to thicken the shadow shield, resisting wave after wave of missile bombardnt, the shadow shield wobbling to and fro.

Suddenly, his face turned deathly pale.

Ding ding ding ding!

The Taiqing Flying Sword and pitch-black arrows clashed violently with each collision, continuously intersecting.

The Azure Flying Sword shone brightly, the Sword Intent of Destruction perating the air, and the sword itself was laced with threads of golden Magic Arts-Breaking Immortal Gold, shaving off bits of the pitch-black shadow Spiritual Light.

The pitch-black feathered arrows were incredibly cunning, tapping and deflecting, moving away upon contact and never engaging head-on, occasionally seizing opportunities to pierce the air and breach a corner of the blue-gold Sword-light.

Like a crafty hunter gradually wearing down the tiger’s strength, waiting for a chance to deliver a lethal blow.

“Truly, old age and treachery will always overco youth and skill.”

Jiang Ding’s expression was ugly.

This feeling of having the upper hand in power yet being led by the nose by soone else is very unpleasant.

If that person hadn’t been overconfident before, the Six Nail Head Seven Book Arrows wouldn’t have collided head-on with the Taiqing Flying Sword’s Azure Radiant Sun, having their Array Patterns completely obliterated and destroyed.

The situation now would be several tis worse.

“But there are no ifs, this is where it ends.”

Jiang Ding said with a cold smile.

The pitch-black feathered arrow had collided with him so many tis that even though he tried hard to dodge, he was still hit once out of a thousand attempts, in addition to the injuries caused by the combined bombardnt from missiles.

By this ti, the pitch-black arrow was covered in scratches, with Array Patterns blocked by Sword Qi, its Spiritual Light dimming, its aura weakening, and its speed slowing down.

“Go!”

Jiang Ding pointed his finger, pouring all his Mana into his Life Flying Sword.

The thumb-sized hole in the center of his forehead was deep, the Electromagnetic Main Gun flickering with light; a Formation thod resembling a magnetic field assisted-dotted line flashed within a ten-kiloter radius, and the boundless power of the Magnetic Field Spirit Power Gathering Formation fell on the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword disappeared in an air explosion.

“Not good!”

The pitch-black rain of arrows cried out in a violent tremble, and Elder Yingpao’s heart swelled with a strong sense of grief.

While withstanding the bombardnt of three hundred and sixty hunter missiles, he also tried to force the Mana in his body, wanting to do sothing

The Taiqing Flying Sword reappeared!

The Sword Intent of Destruction perated, the sword body’s Magic Arts-Breaking Immortal Gold patterns intertwined, and within a radius of several kiloters, the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi slightly stagnated before fiercely striking the pitch-black arrow.

Crack!

After a standoff, amid the grating sound of tal tearing, the previous cries turned into reality; the pitch-black arrow was sliced in two from the shaft!

The two halves of the arrow, with dimming Spiritual Light, fell from the Sky, embedding themselves in the mud and rocks, lifeless.

“Pfft!”

“No!”

Elder Yingpao roared in anger, spewing out a mouthful of blood mixed with viscera.

The aura on his body plumted like a cliff fall, weakening trendously, quickly becoming even less than that of a Mid-stage Golden Core Cultivator.

Life Treasure!

For human cultivators above Golden Core, it’s an extrely important object, constantly refined with one’s own blood, accompanying them for life on their path.

The destruction of a Life Treasure is no different from having one’s heart pierced.

At this mont, his body was tottering, his ridians trembled ceaselessly, and even the Black Bead had lost its luster, falling from the Sky as the Black Shadow Cover dissipated into nothing.

Whiz, whiz, whiz!

The three hundred and sixty hunter missiles arrived as expected, engulfing him in intense explosions, with fragnts of his Robe and charred pieces of flesh scattering in all directions.

A huge bulge rose from the ground, causing a minor earthquake, with a large amount of soil and rocks falling to fill this suddenly appeared hole.

“Is he dead?”

Jin Lingfeng asked.

In their Third-order Spirit Elent Radar Electromagnetic Interaction Array thod, this Late Golden Core Cultivator from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace’s Yingsha Palace had been disappearing and reappearing intermittently, very elusive.

But this ti, his body was shattered, and his Life Treasure was broken.

He should be dead, right?

“No.”

“A Golden Pill and his Divine Soul are left, and they have escaped.”

“Late Golden Core Cultivators, each one survives more than rats and cockroaches.

If this wasn’t the Small World of Xiann Sect, where we have a huge ho-field advantage, he might really have escaped.”

Jiang Ding sensed for a mont with the Sword Intent and guidance provided by the Array Spirit, feeling a great sense of wariness.

The Sword-light picked up the broken arrow artifact, the Top-grade defensive Magic Treasure Black Bead, and a Storage Bag, cutting through the continuously falling and collapsing soil, slicing open chunks of enormous rocks weighing dozens to hundreds of tons, and flew back to the surface.

“There.”

Jiang Ding gazed into the distance, faintly seeing a fist-sized shadowed Golden Pill, with a tiny Elder Yingpao residing on it, looking panic-stricken as he desperately fled into the distance.