Chapter 1311: Didn't save him

Frankly speaking, the use of hypersonic ballistic missiles all the time would not be able to consume the Ailan Hill Empire. Not to mention the high price, the ammunition reserve will be tight.

Therefore, the white-haired old man of the Heavenly Sword God Sect was correct, and the second round of the Ailan Hill Empire's attack would actually weaken a lot.

The speed of Tomahawk cruise missiles is obviously not exaggerated by ballistic missiles, and it is easier to defend. This kind of subsonic missile is cheap and naturally easier to intercept.

The only thing that worries the masters of the Heavenly Sword God Sect is the warheads carried by these missiles, which are really powerful.

Even if the interception is successful at a distance of tens of meters and their flying sword destroys the missile body, the next huge explosion will also affect the surrounding swordsmen.

This is really a depressing thing, and the masters of the Heavenly Sword God Sect do not know how many similar weapons the other party has.

Therefore, even if a Tomahawk cruise missile can only consume one or two swordsmen in white, they feel that they are at a disadvantage.

"Can't they stand upright and fight us head-on?" A white-clothed swordsman awkwardly emerged from the dust raised by the explosion, cursing loudly.

Amid his screams, another Tomahawk cruise missile was intercepted by a flying sword in the distance, exploded in midair and turned into a ball of fire.

No one knows when such an attack will come to an end, until everything stops, and the resentful white-clothed swordsmen begin the process of searching for the bodies of their companions in the crater again.

"Master!" A white-clothed swordsman clasped his fists and lowered his head: "More than 70 people died in battle! More than a hundred people were injured!"

The white-haired old man waved his hand impatiently, and drank the disciple who had come to send the bad news back: "I know! You leave first! I have my own arrangements!"

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

"The elixir that I brought is running out! Many wounded, especially those who are seriously injured, are of little use to the sect even if they are rescued." An old man said, seeming to be talking to himself. It seems to be suggesting something.

Of course he didn't say these words for nothing. He said these words for the white-haired old man to listen to. Consuming the resources of the sect to rescue the wounded who cannot be rescued, this is also subject to some pressure within the Heavenly Sword God Sect.

Here the strong is always respected, and the capable people occupy more resources of the sect. If it were not for war, the situation would only be worse.

"Then stop the elixir for the seriously injured wounded first!" The white-haired old man weighed it up and ordered the old man: "You know, this kind of thing, you can't understand it!"

"Yes!" The old swordsman whose cultivation level was obviously inferior to the white-haired old man lowered his head slightly, clasped his fist and said: "I will arrange it! It is said that the doctor has corrupted the elixir, and then the doctor will be treated."

It was not the first time that he had done this kind of thing, anyway, in the end, there was no evidence. Others knew it well, and there was no way to speak of it.

No way, who made this place the Heavenly Sword God Sect! If everyone didn't recognize this system, they would have left a long time ago, right?

At this moment, an abrupt voice rang outside the tent: "Get out! Get out! I'm Lu Yun! I want to see Master! I want to see Master!"

His voice was so loud that it was so loud that the gray-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 to open the curtain of the tent, a ray of sunlight shone into the tent, and the darkness inside immediately faded a lot.

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

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

Lu Yun quickly took the water glass, thanked him, and drank it before saying: "Master! The team heading to the location of the Excalibur was intercepted by thousands of strange puppets. All, the whole army was wiped out... "

He clutched his broken arm, coughed up blood, and continued: "The other party has a weird weapon. Wherever we hide, they can follow wherever we are. It will explode when touched. It's very powerful... "

"So... my big disciple... has fallen?" The white-haired old man who was called the master interrupted Lu Yun, and only asked what happened to his disciple.

Lu Yun's face was pale, and he replied: "Tell Master... Senior Brother, Senior Brother, indeed, indeed, has fallen..."

"So, the strategy of attacking the opponent's master failed?" The old man asked again, dragging a long tone to ask.

He didn't seem to care about Lu Yun's injuries, nor did he care about what happened to the 300 masters now. He only cares about his big disciple, and he cares about the progress of the plan to behead the opponent's leader.

Lu Yun's face became paler, and after two breaths, he continued to answer: "Report to Master...there are many enemies, and there are that kind of weird puppets everywhere. We even, we don't even look like the other leader, no I was defeated when I saw..."

He actually said it very tactfully—because the actual situation is that they didn't even see Shengjiao City, so they were beaten up.

No way, the entire army of 300 masters has wiped out this bad news, which has made the white-haired old man's breath a little unstable. At this time, if you don't pick it up and say it nicely, you might have to follow it.

Thinking of this, Lu Yun continued to add: "The other party is already prepared. There are too many people than us. We worked hard to kill countless enemies. In the end, because there were too many enemies, we could only retreat..."

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

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

After speaking, he moved his hand to Lu Yun's neck, and with a sudden force, Lu Yun's body struggled, and he immediately slumped.

"But...you shouldn't be alive...child! You shouldn't be alive! They are all dead, my eldest disciple is dead! How can you live!" The white-haired old man threw away Lu Yun's body and slowly Stand up and muttered coldly.

He walked to the side, took a towel scalded with warm water from the rack, wiped his hands carefully, and handed the towel to the old man aside: "Take him out. The injury is too serious. I will try my best to treat him. , Didn't save him...it's a pity."

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