The widow's giant crossbow, a formation-breaking weapon, this seemingly strange name is actually extremely vicious.

The manufacture of a widow's giant crossbow is very cumbersome, requiring several monks to engrave blessing runes on it, and it also requires countless heavenly and earthly treasures to make the body of Xuanmu to withstand the momentum of the giant crossbow when it is fired.

And what's even more hurtful is that the widow needs to soak the giant crossbow in the spiritual liquid full of spirit stones when she is usually free, so as to ensure the spirituality of the runes on the crossbow arrows, so that the cost of maintaining the crossbow arrows alone is not something that ordinary forces can afford.

Under this kind of giant crossbow, no matter how thick the armor is, it can also pass through, often down with a crossbow, it can kill and injure nearly a hundred, nearly a thousand monks, and even the corpse dog and the monk who knows the divine realm have a precedent of being accidentally killed by the widow's giant crossbow.

Most of the monks were men, so when the men died, only the widow was left in the house, hence the name of the widow's crossbow.

However, this murderous weapon is a bit chicken for Mo Chen.

At the critical moment, as soon as his mind moved, he used the Yin Marquis inheritance, instantly hid in the shadows of everyone, and dissolved this round of formation-breaking magic weapon attack without much effort.

The giant crossbow kept coming, bringing thunder and lightning, and the unstoppable crossbow tip slammed into the city wall on the edge of the town after stirring up the flesh and blood of countless evil cultivators.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, the earth shook, and the whole earth cracked wildly, and the cracks spread wildly.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, I saw that the seemingly impregnable city wall had been smashed out of a huge hole dozens of people wide, the rubble kept falling, Lei Mang wandered out of the cracks, and countless evil cultivators poured inward like ants.

It's not because the cult cultivators are bloodthirsty, it's that they have no way out, and they're on the run.

Mo Chen's strength frightened them, and several leaders of their own camp were killed by Mo Chen's move, even the widow's giant crossbow that was regarded as the last killer weapon had no effect at all, this kind of enemy made them how to resist the human realm monks who only had the realm of divine qi and sacrificed their hearts?

And Mochen also took advantage of the situation to swim in the shadows, with a sword, a claw, and a palm, every time he made a move, he would definitely take the life of the evil cultivator.

"Senior, be careful, there are five monks at the peak of the Spiritual Light Realm on the other side, you can form a five-sided sword formation, unpredictable, leave it to us here, seniors can concentrate on dealing with evil cultivators!" After speaking, the leading monk in the town shouted to the people beside him again: "All the young and strong men in the town who can still fight come over, and they will also block the gap in the city wall with their own lives!"

The leading monk seemed to have a very high prestige in the town, and at the sound of an order, the monks on the city wall changed their formations in unison, and even the monks of the ground rank who were responsible for the supply of bows and arrows under the city wall picked up their swords and ran to the crack in the city wall.

Seeing that the town was safe for a while, Mo Chen was also a little relieved, and immediately his divine sense bloomed, and he began to search for other monks in the Spiritual Light Realm.

Who knew that at this time, the five sword rays actually stabbed straight towards Mo Chen's position, and an ancient and vast aura came to him, and Mo Chen did not dare to slack off at all, and lifted the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword Rung.

"Ding, ding, ding. The sword moves were converted, and the five-colored swords were disintegrated one after another, and Mo Chen saw five evil monks, all holding five-color long swords, forming a sword formation, interspersed left and right around Mo Chen, as if they were walking around in some kind of deliberate formation.

Dao Dao Guanghua shot out from the sword, like a net from heaven and earth, and like a spring silkworm spinning silk, looking like he wanted to contain the ink dust.

And Mo Chen's divine sword in his hand kept stopping, and his palm was fierce, but he couldn't break through the so-called five-sided sword formation for a while.

Mo Chen divided half of his divine sense to observe, the strength of these five evil cultivators is also good, they are all cultivators at the peak of the Spiritual Light Realm, although it is nothing to Mo Chen, but if these five evil cultivators are allowed to kill into the town on the side, I am afraid that no one will be able to stop them.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? It is full of flowers, like spring dew, like summer rain, like autumn frost, like winter snow, like withering. "Mo Chen killed step by step, constantly oppressing their five-sided sword formation, and after a little observation, he found that the sword in the hand of this nameless evil cultivator was also strange and strange, not like what it was cast now, but more like an ancient inheritance.

However, it is not so easy to stop the ink dust.

Seeing that there are more and more evil cultivators in the gap of the city wall, and the pressure on the defenders of the town is getting bigger and bigger, the dark road of ink and dust can no longer be delayed, and he immediately raises his strength, and when he waives his palm, the thunder accompanies him, the roar and explosion, and there are more thick clouds condensed from the sky, and the Dao God Thunder slashes directly towards the evil cultivators, and suddenly, the battlefield instantly changes to the world of thunder.

"Die!" shouted angrily, and several divine thunderbolts crossed the sky, ignited thick clouds, fell into the palm of Mo Chen, turned into a peerless thunder spear, and the brilliant heavenly power diffused out.

With a roar, the five evil cultivators looked horrified, and the robes covering them were blown around, and only a few thunder snakes scattered around were slightly glued, and they instantly disappeared.

A dead end!

This was the last thought of the cult cultivator.

The next moment, there was a loud bang in the sky, and an incomparably huge pillar of electricity fell from the sky, falling into the ground along the thunder gun, and the blazing divine thunder turned into a dazzling brilliance that instantly illuminated the heavens and the earth like an explosion, shooting in all directions.

When the light dissipated, with the ink dust as the center, within a radius of hundreds of zhang, there was not a single inch of grass, countless evil cultivators, none of them survived, and only five five-colored long swords fell on the charred black earth, reminding everyone of what had happened before.

"One move to destroy the five-sided sword formation?" The leader of the town came to his senses, almost stunned.

"Now that the leader has been killed, the evil cultivators no longer have the monks of the Spiritual Light Realm, and the remnants of the evil cultivators have also lost their military morale, so they will attack immediately, and kill the evil cultivators for the sake of the dead townspeople!"

"Everyone, open the door and rush to kill!" Under the city wall, there were several monks who were standing without a shadow and raised their arms, and suddenly the responders gathered, and these townspeople were all demoralized, and immediately opened the city gate and killed.

Those remnants of the evil cultivators resisted for a while, but there was no master to suppress the formation, and they had already been frightened by the ink dust, it was really unsustainable, and they all scattered and fled.

The townspeople didn't chase after them, so they collected their troops and returned to the city, fearing that the evil cultivators would come to their aid, after all, they still understood the truth of the poor Kou Mo chasing, and they didn't have the cultivation of ink dust.

"The contemptible person is the mayor of the town, the seniors can call me by name directly, thank the seniors for saving me, dare to ask the seniors for their names?"

"My surname is Mo Mingchen, and I passed by here unintentionally, and destroying the evil cultivators is what I should do as a righteous monk, so I don't need to thank me. Mo Chen waved his hand and didn't put on a stand.

"It's that these five swords are wonderfully tight, can you explain one or two things to me. ”