Li Xian was at the forefront of the battle line holding a sword, his body was covered in blood, his treasure armor was damaged, and several scars were printed on his body, which was still bleeding out.
The boy didn't make a sound, just swung his sword.
The surrounding monks looked at it, frowned a little, and advised the young man to go back to the city to rest and heal his wounds before killing the enemy.
The young man didn't answer, but just shook his head. The big sword that hadn't been sharpened was covered with flesh and blood, it was the corpse of a monster.
If there is a constant wave of beasts, then continue to draw out the sword. It is not too late to retreat when you can no longer swing the sword. Otherwise, if something happens, you will retreat in a hurry. How is it different from a waste?
The young man was stubborn, biting the corner of his mouth, arching his body to relieve the pressure, drew his sword and swept across, knocking to death a monster alive.
At the front of the monks' battle line, there was really a sea of blood piled up with the flesh and blood of monsters. Even monks who were good at fire techniques came to clean it up several times, but they still couldn't keep up with the increase of flesh and blood.
Some monks began to die in the city, and the corpses were usually not found, and they had already entered the stomachs of monsters.
In front of Tongze in the past, they were eaten alive, and the screams and wailing spread along the front line, but the monks were too busy to take care of themselves, so who could help?
Just looking at it in vain.
It's nothing more than an afterthought, and it's just to peel off the belly of the monster, find some remaining bones, and set up a grave to worship it several times.
It's really only a few times of worship.
When this group of people left Kongtong Secret Realm, who else would remember who this was?
It became a lonely tomb, with no name, just a touch of loess.
In the middle of the night, there are often monks who retired from the front due to injuries, sitting in the wine shop, ordering a jug of spirits, and regardless of their drinking capacity, they will drink it in one gulp, choking their throats and coughing continuously.
When he was drunk, he would wail and cry, often chanting the names of the former fellow disciples, that's all, no matter what, he passed out drunk in the shop, let the spring breeze blow, and his heart died.
The most miserable one was the Taoist couple, one of them died in battle, and the rest, men and women, didn't want to live anymore. During the battle, their eyes were red and they looked like crazy monsters, wishing to eat the flesh and blood of this monster raw.
If you don't die, you will miss each other every day, wash your face with tears, and mourn more than death.
If they were dead, that would be a good time, we could still meet each other under the nine springs, more like a human being than this half-dead appearance.
There are a total of 260 five-level monks in the city. After five days of defending the city, sixteen died in battle, all of which were exchanged with the five-level monsters!
Among them, the one with the most military exploits is the body-cultivation martial artist Qingshanke. For the past five days, he has been killing monsters continuously, and the more he kills, the more ruthless he is. Seeing the life-for-life style of play, the corners of the other five-level monks' eyes twitched, and they had never seen such a vicious style of play.
Every time the man in green shirt returned to the city, he was seriously injured. One time he was so badly injured that his chest was sunken. To nourish it.
I thought that the man in green shirt should rest for a few days, and killing the monsters would be enough, but on the second day, he seemed to be fine, and jumped into the depths of the beast tide again.
Everyone was at a loss, and their hearts became more determined not to fight this green shirt man in the future.
The body repairer is good at catching and fighting, and this green-clothed man is the best at fighting among the body repairers. He casually kills monsters in the four realms and five realms. It is estimated that anyone who becomes an enemy of him in the future will regret it.
This is not bad, if everyone knows that Chen Jiu can kill five realms, their eyes will pop out. If it is said that monks kill people by leapfrogging, although it is very rare, it is not impossible.
For example, it is understandable that the extremely strong four realms kill the extremely weak five realms, but this is only a case of killing people across two realms based on their own combat power. There has been no such case in the world for a hundred years.
The person who did this will be the master of the sect who sits at the top of the ancestral hall after a hundred years.
What's more, the founding of the ancestors became the first plaque hanging on the top of the Patriarch Hall.
As for Chen Jiu, it is estimated that he has no intention of establishing a ancestor and sitting in the ancestral hall. In the future, he will be a cloud tourist in peace and contentment, and it will be over if he visits this world.
It's nice to have a pot of wine in your spare time.
Today, a lot of high-level monsters came down from the city wall, all of them were on the list of "Strange Landscapes", and they were born with powerful supernatural powers.
Twenty-four people from the tall building came out to intercept and kill these monsters. The twenty-four people were in each place, each looking for monsters to fight.
The golden pattern at the corner of Chen Jiu's eye has spread to the corner of his mouth, like a beautiful cloud carving, majestic and luxurious.
He is the most ruthless in killing monsters, usually tearing up monsters alive, especially in the past two days, and once even beat a five-level monster into meat paste.
It's just because I have seen too many scenes of monks being eaten alive, and some of them were the monks who were talking nonsense with him at the top of the city the day before. They drank a little wine, sighed twice, and said some plans for the future.
A monk entered the mountain gate at a young age, and his state was still mediocre for so many years. After thinking about it, after ten years, when he left the secret place of Kongtong, he stopped practicing and went home to take care of his old mother. He still knew some spells. It shouldn't be a big problem to let the old lady at home live a comfortable life.
Some monks thought that after entering the secret realm of Kongtong, they would climb to the top step by step and become the ideal person of their beloved girl.
There was a middle-aged monk who impressed Chen Jiu the most, he was taciturn, and when everyone was chatting, he was just drinking.
Chen Jiu took a jug of wine and sat beside the middle-aged monk, chatting away.
The middle-aged monk felt a little flattered that Chen Jiu, the famous blue-shirted guest, would sit beside him, but he was a little embarrassed at the moment, and chatted with Chen Jiu about trivial matters full of restraint.
There is no lofty ambition in it, just a normal life. When I was young, I entered the mountain gate to practice and barely got started. When I was young, I met a fellow Taoist. She is an ordinary woman, but the middle-aged monk likes it very much.
When he had an heir in middle age, the monk suddenly realized that he had gone through so many years.
He packed his bags, intending to make a fortune in this secret place of Kongtong, so he couldn't suffer for the two of them.
These are the stories of little people.
Most of the Kongtong Secret Realm are small people, so in fact, everyone has a story, and no one is easier than the other.
After the middle-aged monk got drunk that night, he blushed and lowered his head, begging Chen Jiu humbly.
If he defends the city this time and unfortunately dies, please ask Chen Jiu to take all his wealth out to the wife who has been waiting for him for ten years, and say sorry to the woman by the way, and can no longer accompany her in the future.
At that time, the middle-aged monk was very embarrassed, and said that if Chen Jiu didn't dislike it, he could take 10% of his net worth as travel expenses.
Chen Jiu sniffled at the time, and took the shabby storage magic weapon handed over by the middle-aged monk, saying that he was just keeping it for him. After this matter, the middle-aged monk still had to send it back by himself.
The middle-aged monk just drank a little wine and smiled innocently, as if he had solved the most worrying thing in his heart.
Now the middle-aged monk can no longer go back, and has become the food of a monster.
Let women and children wait ten years in vain.
Standing in the center of the beast tide, Chen Jiu blasted out his fist, shattering the bodies of the monsters around him, with golden lights in his eyes, and shouted angrily at the five-level monster.
"Get out of here and suffer death!"