Frankly speaking, hypersonic ballistic missiles have always been used, and the Irlanhill Empire cannot afford to consume them. Not to mention that the price is very expensive, ammunition reserves will also be tight.

Therefore, the white-haired old man of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect was right, the second round of blows from the Orchid Hill Empire would indeed weaken a lot.

The speed of Tomahawk cruise missiles is significantly less exaggerated than that of ballistic missiles, and it is also easier to defend against. Such subsonic missiles are cheap and, naturally, easier to intercept.

The only thing that made the masters of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect jealous was the warheads carried by these missiles, which were really powerful.

Even if they succeed in intercepting a few tens of meters away and destroy the body of the missile with their flying swords, the next huge explosion will affect the surrounding swordsmen.

This is really a depressing thing, and the masters of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect don't know how many similar weapons the other party has.

Therefore, even if a Tomahawk cruise missile can only consume one or two white-clothed swordsmen, they feel that they are at a great loss.

"Can't they just fight us head-on?" A white-clothed swordsman scrambled out of the dust kicked up by the explosion and cursed loudly.

In the midst of his shouting, another Tomahawk cruise missile in the distance was intercepted by a flying sword, exploded in mid-air, and turned into a fireball.

No one knew when such an attack would end, and it was not until everything had ceased that the resentful white-clothed swordsmen began the humiliating process of searching for the corpses of their companions in the craters again.

"Master!" A white-clothed swordsman clenched his fists and bowed his head: "More than seventy people have died in battle!" More than 100 people were injured! ”

The white-haired old man waved his hand impatiently, and drank the disciple who came to deliver bad news out: "Got it! You step back first! I've got my own arrangement! ”

When the others retreated, the white-haired old man looked at the parts on the table again, and the displeasure on his face became more obvious.

"I'm running out of elixirs to bring! Many of the injured, especially the seriously injured ones, would not be of much use to the sect even if they were rescued. An old man spoke, as if he were talking to himself, and as if he was suggesting something.

Of course, he didn't say these things in vain, he said them just for the white-haired old man. Consuming the resources of the sect to save those wounded who could not be saved also had to bear some pressure within the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect.

This is where the strong are respected, and there are originally capable people who occupy more sect resources, and if it weren't for the war, this situation would only be worse.

"Then stop the elixir of those seriously injured wounded first!" The white-haired old man weighed it and commanded the old man: "You know, this kind of thing can't be made explicit!" ”

"Yes!" The old swordsman, whose cultivation was obviously inferior to that of the white-haired old man, bowed his head slightly, clenched his fists and said, "I will arrange it!" Let's just say that the doctor embezzled the elixir, and then dispose of the doctor. ”

It's not the first time he's done this kind of thing, anyway, in the end, it's all dead without proof, and the others know it, and they don't have any handle at all.

There's no way, who let this be the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect! If you don't recognize this system, you'll leave long ago, right?

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded outside the tent: "Get out of the way!" Get out of the way! I'm Lu Yun! I want to see the Master! I want to see the Master! ”

His voice was so loud that even the white-haired old man could hear it clearly. The white-haired old man frowned slightly, coughed and walked out.

The swordsmen on both sides immediately helped him open the curtain of the tent, and a ray of sunlight shone into the tent, and the darkness inside immediately faded a lot.

The white-haired old man motioned for the two swordsmen who had stopped Lu Yun to retreat, and then motioned for Lu Yun to follow him back to the tent.

With a wave of his hand, a water cup on the table flew in front of Lu Yun and hovered there.

Lu Yun hurriedly took the water cup, thanked him, and then drank it all before he spoke: "Master! The team that went to Excalibur's location was intercepted by thousands of that strange puppet, and the whole army was wiped out......"

He covered his broken arm, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then continued: "The other party has a strange weapon, wherever we hide, they can follow it, and it will explode at the touch, and it is very ......powerful."

"So...... My eldest disciple...... Fallen? The white-haired old man known as Shizun interrupted Lu Yun's words and only asked how his apprentice was.

Lu Yun's face turned pale, and he replied, "Tell the Master...... Big brother, big brother indeed, indeed, has fallen......"

"So, the strategy of attacking the opponent's master failed?" The old man spoke again, and asked in a long voice.

He didn't seem to care about Lu Yun's injury, nor did he care about what happened to the 300 masters. He only cared about his eldest disciple and the progress of the plan to behead the other party's leader.

Lu Yun's face turned even paler, and after gasping twice, he continued to reply, "Tell the Master...... There are so many enemies, and there are those weird puppets everywhere, and we don't even see the appearance of the other party's leader, we don't see ...... was defeated. ”

He had actually said it very tactfully—because the reality was that they hadn't even seen the Holy Cult City, and they were beaten to the ground.

There is no way, the bad news that the 300 masters have been wiped out has already made the white-haired old man's breath a little unstable. If you don't pick up good things at this time, you may have to be unlucky.

Thinking of this, Lu Yun continued to add: "The other party has already prepared, there are many more people than us, we fought hard, killed countless enemies, and in the end, because there were too many enemies, we could only retreat......"

"Excellent! Very good! The white-haired old man nodded slightly, walked to Lu Yun's side, and showed a kind smile.

He stretched out his somewhat thin hand, pressed it on Lu Yun's shoulder, and asked slowly, "Thank you...... Thank you for risking your life to send back such important news......"

After speaking, his hand moved to Lu Yun's neck, and as soon as he slammed his force, Lu Yun's body struggled and collapsed directly.

"But...... You shouldn't be alive...... Child! You don't deserve to live! They are all dead, my big disciples are dead! How can you live! The white-haired old man threw away Lu Yun's body, slowly stood up, and muttered coldly.

He walked aside, took out a warm scalded towel from the hanger, wiped his hands carefully, and handed the towel to the old man on the side: "Carry him out, the injury is too serious, I tried my best to treat him, but I didn't save him...... It's a pity. ”

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Tomorrow we will start making up for it! Everyone, don't be impatient!