Ten draws of Farmer? What the hell is Star-Destroying Pea Shooter?

On the battlefield, the wind seemed to freeze at this moment, and even the dust in the air seemed to be still.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely, coating the land that was about to be baptized by the flames of war with a layer of tragic golden light.

Fang Ming stood like a peak, his figure was upright, his eyes were like cold stars, flashing with calm and sharp light, as if he could see every subtle change on the battlefield.

On his shoulder, the machine gun cabbage pitcher stood steadily, and the figure that combined the coldness of metal with the vitality of green leaves cast a resolute and arrogant shadow under the reflection of the setting sun, like a guardian god on the battlefield.

Four hundred corn cannons, like four hundred soldiers in iron armor, ready to go, raised their heavy and solemn muzzles in unison at Fang Ming's command.

On each cannon, there lies a corn tightly wrapped in green leaves. They lie there quietly, but seem to contain infinite power, like an arrow ready to be fired, pointing straight to the sky, ready to bring the melody of death to the distant enemy.

The holographic map slowly unfolds in the air, like a slowly rolling battlefield painting, taking in every corner of the battlefield.

The positions of the seventeen Arhats and the four great Vajras are all marked with red dots on the light curtain, as clear as the stars in the night sky, flashing cold and cruel light.

The corn cannons do not need to be aimed manually. Under the mysterious blessing of the [Precision Guidance] entry, they seem to be endowed with wisdom and spirituality.

They automatically lock on to those red dots, adjust the angle, and prepare to pour the flames of destruction on the enemy.

"Boom!"

The first cannon sounded, like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, breaking the tranquility of the battlefield and the tranquility in everyone's heart.

Then, the second, the third, and the 400th sound rang out almost at the same time, as deafening as thunder, forming a soul-stirring symphony. It was the prelude to war and a sign of victory.

The corn, in the huge roar, was like a meteor that streaked across the sky, carrying a blazing wave of air and endless killing intent, flying towards the enemy.

They drew brilliant trajectories in the air, like a meteor shower in the night sky, but more deadly and cruel than a meteor.

In one second, a full 1,600 corns, each of which was a trajectory of light, intertwined, collided, and merged in the air, weaving into an airtight net that covered the entire battlefield.

In the sky, the figures of corns were densely packed, they either flew in a straight line, like a sharp arrow piercing the enemy's heart;

or drew a graceful arc, like a rainbow in the sky, but with the color of death.

No matter how they fly, they will eventually rush towards the target accurately, as if each corn has its own soul and mission.

Compared with the gorgeous and splendid laser torrent of the machine gun cabbage pitcher, this scene is more simple and shocking.

There are no gorgeous special effects, no dazzling light, only corns with destructive power cutting through the sky, and only roars echoing on the battlefield.

Facing the corns surging like a tide, the Arhats and the Vajras looked disdainful, but they did not sit still and wait for death. They all used means to resist the attack of the corns.

At this moment, Dhritarashtra also got his own pipa, and Vaisravana also regained control of his Hunyuan Umbrella.

However, under the mysterious blessing of the [Attack Acceleration] entry, the corns were so fast that they were like meteors cutting through the night sky. In the blink of an eye, they passed through layers of sound barriers and rushed directly to the vital points of the Arhats and Vajras.

Dhritarashtra, with a solemn expression, plucked the pipa strings with his fingers, and the sound waves rippled out like ripples, turning into invisible sound barriers, like a copper wall, trying to block Yumi's attack.

Vaisravana, seeing Yumi coming like a tide, shouted and regained control of the Hunyuan Umbrella.

The umbrella surface rotated, releasing a powerful suction force, swallowing everything like a black hole, trying to suck all the Yumi into the umbrella.

But Yumi didn't care and rushed directly to Vaisravana's Hunyuan Umbrella.

Other Arhats and Vajra were not to be outdone, and each used their skills.

For a while, the sound of chanting sutras continued to sound on the field, and golden light shone everywhere.

Some Arhats used the Buddha's light to shine, and the golden light shone, trying to purify Yumi's murderous intention with the power of light and turn the battlefield into a peaceful place.

Some Vajra waved their Zen staffs, and the wind suddenly rose, raging like a tornado, trying to blow away the dense "rain curtain".

However, all these efforts seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the bombardment of corn.

The corn exploded one after another like a chain of cannons, and the entire battlefield seemed to be ignited, and the hot and dazzling light almost illuminated half of the sky.

The explosion was deafening, rolling like thunder, shaking people's minds, as if the world was shakingtremble.

Every explosion was accompanied by a strong shock wave, tearing the surrounding air into pieces, forming twisted space cracks, as if the end of the world had come.

The defense of the Arhats and Vajra seemed fragile under this terrifying attack.

The Buddhist magic weapons were broken in the violent explosion, and the fragments were scattered, like withered petals, telling endless sorrow.

Fang Ming looked at this scene from afar, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He could vaguely see that the Arhats and Vajra staggered in the explosion, like candles swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Their moves were shattered and disappeared under the terrifying power, like a dream bubble, which collapsed at the touch of a button.

The faces of the Arhats and Vajra first showed shock, as if they couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

Then, panic crawled all over their faces, and fear and anxiety flashed in their eyes.

Finally, they turned into despair. Their eyes lost their former brilliance, leaving only deep fear and helplessness, as if they were trapped in endless darkness.

"What kind of power is this!"

An Arhat screamed, his cassock was torn to shreds in the explosion, revealing a terrified look, as if he had seen the end of the world.

"We... we can't stop it!"

Vaishen Tianwang roared, his Hunyuan umbrella was shaky in the continuous explosions, and the umbrella was full of cracks, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Impossible! How can we lose to such mortals!"

Chiguo Tianwang roared, but his voice seemed so weak in the endless explosions, as if it was swallowed up mercilessly.

The psychological defenses of the Arhats and Vajra completely collapsed under the bombardment of corn.

The skills and magic weapons they once took pride in seemed so vulnerable in the face of this terrifying offensive.

The emotions of fear and despair spread in their hearts, like a plague that could not be contained.

There was only deep fear and helplessness in their eyes, as if they had seen their own end.

Fang Ming stood in the distance, watching all this coldly.

He knew that he had already won this battle.