The city has been guarding the city for many days, monks from all over the world were killed and injured, and a lot of supplies were consumed, but the beast tide did not weaken at all, it was even more violent than the beginning, many high-level monsters rushed in, and they did not hesitate .
The four-vein monks on the four walls of the four walls also kept discussing in the council, how to resist the beast tide, or how to successfully resist until the end of the blood moon, let the monsters be violently extinguished, and each returned to the mountains.
During this period, there were many methods, such as letting the monks use talismans to form an array, attach it with magic weapons, condense into a thousand-person Zhoutian array, and circulate the spiritual energy in it, then in this array, the monks will naturally overwhelm the monsters. It is easy to resist under the ups and downs.
But the problem is also obvious, where can I find so many talismans?
Waiting for the world to fall?
If there are really so many talismans and magic treasures in the city, do the monks still have to have such sad faces, and still have to go down to the city to form the first front line to resist the monsters climbing the city?
You need a hammer, and you can hold it by directly smashing it with a talisman.
But the problem is that the talisman magic weapon is already in urgent need. If it is hard to gather, it can still gather the materials for a thousand-person Zhoutian formation.
But what about the other three walls? Is it possible that the monks have to take their lives to pile them up?
There is only one life, no matter high or low, most people will cherish their lives, if there is a sign that the city will be destroyed, who would be willing to fight to the death? Most of them just pat their butts and leave.
So the idea was shelved, obviously impractical.
One of the monks, who was a member of the academy's military family, was arguing with the other counselors, his face was red and his ears were red. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, hammered the table, and angrily said.
"How to win? You can win by taking the lives of five-level monks! If one five-level monk dies, thousands of beasts will be killed. There are so many five-level monks in my city. Is it really impossible to kill these animals? !"
The military strategist sneered angrily, and put in his pen to leave the account, leaving only one sentence.
"Don't dare."
The rest of the counselors were speechless.
This idea is feasible, but who dares to think about it, very few.
Or maybe in the hearts of all the monks, the monks of the five realms in the city are really superior to others.
A few monks with the position of military adviser in the four branches of the city, when they had nothing to do, read the credit scores of their respective city walls together, and compared them, and suddenly found that the person with the first credit score did not belong to any of the four branches of the city one person.
It's the guest in the green shirt, and the city walls in all directions are the first.
Several military divisions were dumbfounded after gathering their combat achievements.
Chen Jiu killed ninety-six monsters in the five realms, more than three hundred in the four realms, and countless below.
Really fierce!
Even Jiang Yuan, the number one person in the city, could only kill sixteen monsters of the five realms.
This is not to say that Jiang Yuan is weak, on the contrary, Jiang Yuan deserves to be the number one in the city.
It's just because a few days ago, a young dragon with four claws and jade horns came out of the beast tide at some point, a real dragon descendant!
The juvenile dragon came with a vision of wind and rain, and really wanted to flood the city.
The sword cultivator in the city, who was able to control the sword at the fifth level, took out the wine gourd from his waist, took a big sip, and cursed with a smile, "Little beast."
Flying sword left from the top of the city, intending to kill the dragon and return.
The sword cultivator fought fiercely over the battlefield for three days, and in the end it was the sword cultivator's flying sword "Sixty-six Slashing Dragons" that naturally overwhelmed the dragon. He severed its head with one sword, and the golden blood poured down on the beasts below it like a heavy rain. tide.
Numerous unintelligent monsters rushed towards the golden blood, struggling and wrestling, just to taste a mouthful of real dragon blood.
As for the body of the Jiaolong, it was "picked up" by the monsters of the five realms in the mountains, and they divided and ate them.
After Jianxiu Yujian returned to the city, he was out of breath and staggering. There was a big wound on his chest, and the old blood was scabbed and new blood was flowing.
He just laughed and said that he had finally slashed a dragon, and he was not ashamed of his flying sword. He could change its name in the future, and it should be called "Sixty-seven Slaying Flood Dragon".
Jiang Yuan hasn't appeared in the city since this day. It is said that he is unconscious and has fallen to the fourth realm.
At first the soldiers in the city were calm, and then panicked and uncertain.
In the past few days, Chen Jiu has become a big man talked about by the monks at the top of the city. He only said that this man in green shirt is not only powerful in fighting, but also excellent in killing monsters. I was horrified when I saw it.
Some monks drank wine with Chen Jiu at the top of the city, and they were very proud of it. Whenever others talked about this green-shirted man, they would forcefully go up to join in the fun, and then suddenly said, "Oh, Chen Jiu, I know you. , and drank with him in the city."
This makes others envious.
So in the middle of the night, there were many monks on the top of the city, doing nothing, holding pots of wine, guarding the top of the city empty, hoping to "encounter" the green-clothed man, and drink with him as a knight, and never return without getting drunk. It became a good talk in the city in the future.
Chen Jiu also wondered why so many people came here suddenly and wanted to get drunk with him. The free wine is not suitable if you don't drink it. Have a drink or two.
Both of them had nothing to say, and the wine delivery man was just there to show off later. The two had different personalities, and neither of them could urinate in the same jug, so there was nothing to say.
Besides, Chen Jiu really just had a drink or two. Often when high-level monsters appeared on the battlefield, he would suddenly dodge and kill the monsters.
The monk also had to wait, and after collecting the remaining half of the jug of fine wine, he was happy to leave.
That's why there is such a strange phenomenon in the city, often when someone is talking about the man in blue shirt, many monks will pretend to come over unintentionally, and then suddenly say as if unintentionally.
"Oh, Chen Jiu, I know, I even had a drink with him."
Before this person finished showing off, someone beside him said anxiously.
"Me, I also drank together."
The two looked at each other, smirked, and were about to greet each other, when there was another sound.
"I've also drank it once, and it was that day's white wine."
"Coincidentally, I only drank it twice, not much, as long as it is interesting enough."
"..."
At this moment, the few people should be dumbfounded. After a while, after exchanging a few words of greeting, the monk who was talking about the man in the green shirt first laughed and said, "I drank it once."
Oh, it's also showing off a hammer.
All of a sudden, many monks who drank with Chen Jiu appeared in the city. After thinking about it, they collectively called them drinking friends.
Having drank wine with Chen Jiu is quite something to show off, and more and more people from the top of the city come and go, not here to fight, but to drink with the Qingshan guest.
Originally, the city was under martial law, and no one else was allowed to show up, but when the officers and soldiers interrogated them, these monks all said that they brought wine to the guest in green shirts.
Now the soldiers are in a dilemma, logically they want to drive them away, but this is the wine for that adult, and they dare not, so they can only report to their superiors.
So there was often that monk guarding Chen Jiu at the top of the city, and when he saw it, he hurriedly said: "Mr. Chen, come and drink a pot of good wine!"
Often at this time, Chen Jiugang came back from killing the demon, and just happened to drink to cheer up, so he waved his hand, "You pay the bill, and I will come."
Later, there were too many monks who gave wine to Chen Jiu on the top of the city, and it was difficult to manage. The warlord had no choice but to disperse these wine buddies. As an apology, he bought a lot of fine wine in the city and gave it to Chen Jiu. Ask him for it, that's enough.
Every time Chen Jiu goes out of the city to kill monsters, he has to drink a sip. Anyway, he doesn't need money, and then rushes directly into the beast tide, catching high-level monsters and killing them. .
Many of them are also physical practitioners. After seeing Chen Jiu's style of play, they are already ashamed, wondering if they are ashamed of the word physical martial arts.
As for the danger, only Chen Jiu knew it.
In the past few days, he had died a total of sixteen times, but his fists were still rising.
Even though every time he dies, the fist will leak a little bit, but it can't stop Chen Jiu from punching too much and his spirit is too strong, so the fisting on Qingshanke's body seems to be condensed into substance. If he doesn't restrain himself normally, Fist alone can overwhelm low-level monks out of breath.
The golden light in his eyes didn't change much, and the lines on his face were even more incomprehensible, but when these strange images appeared on his body, his combat power would indeed increase greatly, roughly feeling it, it should have increased by nearly half.
But even if Chen Jiu kills more monsters, the situation in the city is still not optimistic.
These days, two people have come to him, one is Li Xian, and the other is the pretty girl Guan Huaping.
When Li Xian came, he was very weak, his treasure armor was covered with blood, his own and the beast's half were equal, he raised his thick eyebrows, looked at Chen Jiu, and said, "I killed a lot of monsters."
Like showing off.
Chen Jiu sat on the top of the wall and said with a smile, "I kill more."
The boy frowned, "I can kill some more."
The guest in Qingshan gave him a thumbs up, "Then you are really awesome!"
The two sat quietly, and after a while, Chen Jiu shook his head and said, "Take a break when you're tired, there are so many five-level monks in the city, they can all stand on top."
The boy nodded, and really fell asleep on the top of the wall.
Chen Jiu suddenly wanted to eat hot pot, the best one is the shop at the head of the city, it's delicious.
Afterwards, when Guan Huaping came to him, he begged Chen Jiu not to risk his life to fight like this, and save some spare energy, as long as he blocked those five-level monsters from attacking the city.
Chen Jiu was just silent, and after a long time, he replied leisurely: "I have some skills, and I have to do something."
The pretty woman was already crying, "Most of the monks in the five realms in the city are like this, son, you don't have to risk your life like this!"
Chen Jiu became even more silent, sitting on the top of the wall with his head down.
Most of the monks of the five realms have enough energy when confronting monsters, and they can escape even if they are lost. Chen Jiu has naturally seen this for a long time.
But he is the least qualified to say it.
Because he will not die, he has no right to blame those who are afraid of death because they will die.
Sometimes Chen Jiu would be alone, thinking hard, if he was going to die, would he sacrifice himself to kill monsters like now?
Will it be the same as those monks of the five realms, leaving spare energy to facilitate escape?
Maybe both are possible.
But the most powerless thing in the world happens to be that word.
So now, it can only be this result.
The man in the blue shirt thought clearly, grabbed the jug, took a sip, faced the blood moon, and said boldly: "Just kill the demon!"
In the morning of the next day, a man in green shirt shot into the crowd of beasts, intercepting and killing two five-level monsters, but one person beat the two five-level monsters so that they had no power to fight back and could only run away.
The person in the green shirt was glowing with golden light, now it was like a ray of golden light, hitting all the way, chasing and hammering those two five-level monsters!
Everyone at the top of the city watched in astonishment for a while, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Why did the man in blue gown chase after him all the way to the mountains!
A monk at the top of the city hurriedly waved and shouted, "Young Master Chen, stop chasing, come back and defend the city!"
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In the distant battlefield, almost in the center of the beast tide, a figure hangs his sword all the time. If there is a monster coming in front of him, he will swing his sword and kill it straight away.
At noon today, Jian Xiu came forward with a long-armed, double-faced monster that looked like a human being. According to "Strange Landscapes", it was called an evil monster. When many monsters died, the resentment was condensed and transformed, so that they could eat fresh blood , a foul monster, at least ten thousand monsters and beasts have to seize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it can only be condensed by chance and coincidence.
Feiyao, ranked seventy-six in the second list of "Strange Landscapes", and the young dragon before it was only ranked sixty-eight.
Jianxiu Jingzheng had no expression on his face, he raised the flying sword named "Chunxi", and chopped it off with one stroke.
Naturally, there is no need to perform sword-questioning rituals with this monster.
One person and one monster have a radius of hundreds of meters, and there is nothing, and those who enter will die.
The city is full of monks watching this extremely high-strength battle in the Kongtong secret realm, and there are also monks from the five realms who are worried and want to help Jing Zhenghong.
But when he thought that Jianxiu had the best face, he hesitated again. When the time came, it would be thankless, and being blamed by Jing Zhenghong for nothing would not be worth the loss.
Foul Yao is actually not strong in terms of fighting power alone. The reason why he can be ranked so high is because his natal supernatural power is too arrogant. Great powers.
If you kill me, you kill yourself.
As long as the unclean demon died due to losing the enemy, then the cultivator will suffer karmic revenge, and there must be something missing.
It was the first time Jingzhenghong killed the foul demon, he vomited blood and his face was pale.
The unclean demon is condensed by countless resentful souls, and she has sculpted her body. She licks the corners of her mouth with her long tongue and smells the smell of blood.
A man and a monster fight together again.
After Jing Zhenghong beheaded the demon queen for the second time, he knelt down suddenly, his body trembled, and his seven orifices were bleeding!
The Foul Demon gathers his figure again, with some scars on his body, it is obviously uncomfortable, its face is hideously distorted, and it wants to eat this person raw!
The third time, Jing Zhenghong really used "Chunxi".
This flying sword has a lot of history. The previous owner was a real sword fairy. It is said that he once held this sword in his hand and used it on a snowy night to kill Bailixue. Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze.
With Jing Zhenghong's sword, he strangled, strangled, and strangled that filthy demon and resentful soul!
No matter how many resentful souls you have, can you have more Baili Xue?
Bailixue can kill everything, let alone your little resentful soul!
After a sword strike, the world is clear.
Jingzhenghong's hand holding the sword suddenly shattered into powder, along with his arm.
The flying sword fell to the ground with a clatter.
There is always karma.
In the distant city, several sword cultivators who were paying close attention rushed over in an instant, their faces were covered with tears, and they cried, "Senior brother!"
Jingzhenghong sat cross-legged with no expression on his face, seeing the angry cries of the juniors, he hesitated for a moment, and it was he who comforted the juniors.
"Just an arm."
Jing Zhenghong, the head of Taibai's four sons, lost an arm on the ninth day after the monsters attacked the city.