Chapter 56 One Person Defends the City

On the twentieth day of defending the city, a shocking news came from the city.

The tenth person in the city, the physical martial artist Li Yang had been fighting with, died.

The cause of death was the same as that of many monks who died, they had exchanged lives with monsters.

In exchange for the life of a half lion that suddenly appeared and killed many monks under the city.

This man named Xue Xie had half of his chest pierced by a lion, bleeding profusely and shattering half of his heart. In the end, he tore the half of the lion alive with his bravery.

When Xue Xie died, his body did not fall down, half of his head was shattered, his injuries were severe, and he died without a whole body. The monsters hundreds of meters around were afraid of the evil spirit of his martial arts, and did not dare to approach.

Some monks hurriedly took back Xue Xie's body and held a minimalist funeral, but all the people who participated were not young.

There was that female warrior Li Yang, facing the small tomb where Xue Xie's body was placed, took a sip of wine, and said boldly: "You can kill a half lion without notifying me. Give it a try, let's talk about it." In this regard, my wife is indeed not as good as you."

The woman drank a lot of wine in front of the grave today, and when she walked back, she was crooked and drunk.

No one dared to provoke a drunk woman, so they all backed away.

Another fall, Jiang Yuan, who was no longer the number one in the city, took a jug of the best wine, but he didn't drink it himself, and put it in front of Xue Xie's grave, and said with a smile.

"This pot of good wine, to our hero Xue, haven't you ever drank it? Tell me, you obviously have so much money in your savings, but you are reluctant to use it. You said you would give it all to your old master, so that he can feel at ease. In the old age, he also said that he is a big brother, he has to shoulder the burden of the martial arts, and he has to save money to take care of the younger brother."

Jiang Yuan suddenly smiled again, "In your small martial arts school, it's just your old master and you, a junior. It's a big heart to even think about the junior."

After a moment of silence, he said again: "I don't know if it's you who are pitiful, but your old master is pitiful."

He got up suddenly, "It's rare to die once in life, drink this pot of good wine, and then go to Huangquan Road, walk slowly, brother, I won't see you off."

After Jiang Yuan passed, there was Jing Zhenghong with a broken arm, Liu Yi with a shattered body and a small world, and Zi Yin whose whisk was interrupted and the Dao seed in his heart was half extinguished...

There are many living who worship the dead.

There is the old master who broke the temple on the hill, and he will not return after waiting so hard.

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When the warlords of the four veins compared their respective credits again, they suddenly found that the addition of all the military exploits of the green shirt man seemed too terrifying.

In terms of monsters in the five realms alone, the man in green shirt killed more than five hundred!

Do you still use numbers below the five realms?

First think about how much military exploits these five hundred monsters of the five realms should exchange for, and how much it would be in exchange for taels of money. Some warlords made a rough calculation, and were horrified to find that they were asking for hundreds of ugly cow coins!

If this is converted again, it will be more than one hundred thousand Zimo, which is a famous coin. It is estimated that after this battle, the Qingshan guest will become a real rich man in the city, and he is an extremely rich one.

It is estimated that the four branches in the city will use a lot of salary to attract this green-shirted guest at any cost. Some big sects on the mountain with great background may secretly win over this green-shirted guest and let him go out of this Kongtong secret realm and enter his own. Zongmen.

But these things are all only after winning the battle of defending the city. If the city cannot be defended, then there are no such things, and whoever can exchange for your military exploits will all run away in his mother's bag.

Those who didn't run away were almost all dead.

Many big monks in the city are now thinking about how to escape and keep the green hills. They are not afraid of running out of firewood, but no one wants to be a hero who sacrifices his life for righteousness.

Then Xue Xie did it, what was the result? You died, and you gained half a hero's reputation. It doesn't matter how long it takes, after ten years, who will remember you, Xue Xie?

I'm afraid that the graves are already overgrown with weeds, and the desert is over.

Most of those who survived call themselves "smart people". Long-term is the right way. Even if the talent is not good, if you procrastinate, you can procrastinate. After hundreds of years, you will always be able to reach the sixth or seventh realm.

At that time, I will still be a mountain god with a reputation resounding all over the place, and I will live more comfortably and longer than this Xue Xie!

This is the real way!

Therefore, these monks half admired and half despised Chen Jiu in their hearts.

The reason for admiration is that the talent of this green shirt guest is too strong. I heard that his cultivation base is only the bottleneck of the four realms, and he can kill monsters in the five realms by leaps and bounds, which is really amazing.

Contempt is to feel that this person really does not hesitate to die, no matter how talented you are, what can you do if you die, can you still get up, like a walking corpse in the world, come to say "wrong than crooked"?

It's funny.

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On the 23rd day of the city defense battle, Jing Zhenghong went down to the top of the city with one arm and stood with a sword horizontally, guarding one side.

Many brothers of Taibai Sword Sect dissuaded him, saying that it was enough for him to kill demons, he could have a clear conscience, and he didn't have to sacrifice his life like this.

Jing Zhenghong looked at them, and only said lightly, "It's you who think killing monsters is enough, not me."

No one has stopped him since.

Jing Zhenghong held "Chunxi" in his hand, and a sword suddenly came like a spring breeze, killing three thousand demons.

There is already a vision of a sword fairy on his body.

Really little sword fairy!

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Girls Yu Miao and Li Xian often wandered around the city together, and they were both forbidden by the supervising army to go down to the city to kill demons.

When they were bored, the two would lie on the top of the city and watch Chen Jiu fight with monsters below. Sometimes when Chen Jiu fell into danger, the girl would widen her eyes and exclaim in surprise, maybe she would close her eyes in fear.

Li Xian behaved more calmly and leisurely, and said angrily to the girl: "Why are you so surprised?"

Often at this time, Chen Jiu was already under the city wall, hammering the monster to death.

The girl will feel wronged and say, "I'm worried."

Li Xian curled his lips, "You are worried about a hammer, my Brother Chen is invincible."

The girl mumbled weakly, "I'll always worry about it."

Li Xian didn't talk back anymore.

Because the girl is indeed right, no matter how strong Chen Jiu is, she will always be worried.

He is also worried.

Li Xian pondered for a moment, then said firmly: "When I become a sword fairy, I will protect my brother."

The girl blinked Shui Ling's big eyes, and looked at Li Xian suspiciously.

Li Xian said angrily: "What do you think of a hammer?"

The girl explained, "I was looking at you, not Hammer."

Li Xian was stubborn, "I'm just a hammer!"

Yu Miao could only wave her hands, "Okay, okay."

She was puzzled again: "Are you still a sword cultivator?"

The girl thought that what Li Xian was carrying on his back was a ruler, it was so big and long, there are many weapons like this in the world, for example, the Xuanzhong Ruler of the Patriarch surnamed Xiao, walked so many ways.

The boy crossed his arms, shook his head at the girl, and said firmly.

"I'm not a sword cultivator, I'm a sword fairy!"

The girl nodded, "You are."

You are Li Hanhan.

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Chen Jiu and the middle-aged friars often drank in the city, and they got to know each other more and more.

The middle-aged monk is very easy-going, and he also likes to talk about trivial matters with Chen Jiu, and even more like to talk about the past. Maybe it has been a long time since he has told anyone, so the middle-aged monk and Chen Jiu talk a lot.

Between the words, they are all expressing a point.

He likes this Kongtong secret place very much.

Only here, he is a high-ranking monk of the five realms, who receives a lot of salary every month, and is treated with courtesy by other disciples.

What about outside?

It's just a middle-aged cultivator from a small sect who has only entered the fifth realm and has an extremely ordinary talent.

If you don't enter the Kongtong Secret Realm, maybe you will be so unknown for the rest of your life.

So he entered the Kongtong Secret Realm in the fifth realm and stayed in the five realms for nine years. It is true that he cannot break through the realm, and it is true that he does not want to break through.

In another year, when the ten-year period is over, he should go out.

But the middle-aged monk really didn't want to go out.

He is not like other people who have thoughts and futures outside.

He has nothing and doesn't want to go.

The middle-aged monk took a sip of wine, looked at the familiar mountains here, his eyes blurred, and whispered.

"Just let me die here, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, it's good."

Chen Jiu was holding the jug, and sat silently at the side. After a long time, he echoed, "The mountains and rivers are indeed beautiful."

The middle-aged monk died in the siege of monsters on the 25th day of defending the city. Before he died, he detonated his spiritual power and talismans, killing two five-level monsters.

It's not that he must die, but the middle-aged monk is begging for death, and he has already prepared so many explosive talismans on his body.

Since then, the middle-aged monk turned into fly ash, fell to the ground, and became together with the dust, truly becoming a part of the Kongtong secret realm he loves.

It is also a wish.

Good.

Today, the Qingshan guest has killed nearly ten thousand monsters, and the tide of beasts retreated a hundred meters. One person crossed the front of the battle line, and his body was covered with golden light, wrapped in the momentum of thunder. The posture of spreading!

In the sky above the sky, the old scholar was startled suddenly, staring at it carefully, he said in amazement: "Another god-man!"

Hearing this, the red-faced Taoist priest also looked down curiously. Seeing that it was the man in the blue shirt, he shook his head and sat back down again.

The old scholar was a little shocked, because he really didn't expect to meet a god-man again!

In the extremely distant era of the world, when the old scholar was still young, there was a sword fairy who was the same age as him. He was a sword cultivator and a born demon master of Taoism. The "God Man"!

The sword fairy once fought against the big monster of Canglanhai, and cut off half of his body with one sword. Here, it has become a big river for future generations!

When the sword fairy slashed out this sword, his whole body was covered in golden light, like a god-man!

Today, in the secret place of Kongtong, there will be another god and body cultivator!

The old scholar's complexion was ruddy, and he suddenly sighed again. He only hoped that this genius would not die, otherwise, no matter how good his talent was, it would be empty talk.

Things in the Kongtong Secret Realm pay attention to cause and effect, there are rules below the sixth realm, and he just sits in the town, and the rules cannot be changed. The old toad in the Moon Palace is counted as an accident, not counting it.

The old scholar would sometimes be sad, seeing the heavy casualties of the monks under him, after all, he was of the Confucian lineage, so he couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do.

If he doesn't make a move, he can still survive some monks.

But once monks above the sixth level appear in this small world and interfere in vain, this small world has a high probability of collapsing on its own.

At that time, there will be no monks left in the city, and all of them will die!

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On the twenty-sixth day of the battle for defending the city, monsters from the five realms of the mountain range attacked the city with all their strength. Monsters from all directions rushed in endlessly. He also paid the painful price of dozens of five-level monks who died.

Afterwards, the city began to convene five realm monks for a major meeting. There were two options, one was to fight to the end, and the other was to retreat in formation.

Everyone present wanted to survive after all.

The second option was implemented with the approval of the vast majority of monks.

To evacuate that road was to be carried out by a monk who was good at local methods, digging a very deep tunnel from the city, leading directly to the outside of the city.

As a result, people in the city became more and more panicked.

The defenders of the city didn't even want to make any more efforts, they just thought about how to get the most benefit at that time, escaped from the city, and waited to get out of the Kongtong secret realm.

At the same time, the four veins in the city had to choose the person who retreated and protected the way for the four walls.

The guardian must be of a high enough level to be able to defend himself, and he must be able to escape after the monks in the city have evacuated.

The guest in green shirt who had been listening to him stood up straight away, doing his part.

The fist intent on his body has been completely condensed into substance, covering his body, making the surrounding monks uncomfortable.

Those who guarded the city wall with him were two aged five-level monks who had no thoughts about the future, and after this time, the city did give them a lot of rewards. pen.

Wealth and wealth are sought in insurance, that is the case.

In the city on the twenty-eighth day, the beast tide receded suddenly, but it did not go far, and gathered in the four sides of the mountains, looking at the city, as if everyone in the city was meat on the chopping board and could not escape.

Sifang City held a banquet on this day, which is the favorite hot pot for the monks in the city. The monks who are willing to come can come, and those who don't want to come don't force it.

Everyone knows that this is the severed head meal, and after eating it, they will go to defend the city, most of them will die, and a few will survive.

There are people who are not afraid of death, go straight to the tower, sit by the hot pot, burn those rare delicacies alone, muttering, eating this meal, death is worth it.

It was rare for Chen Jiu not to go down to the city to kill demons. He sat on the top of the city, took a sip of the jug of wine, and then looked at the extremely low blood moon. After a long silence, he suddenly got up, turned the jug down, and faced This side is sprinkled on the ground.

It is to respect those dead heroes.

Come and drink!

After the next day, the tunnel in the city was finally opened, connecting a large lake, and the exit was solidified with water. When the tragedy of flooding the tunnel did not happen, the monks only needed to pass through the tunnel and emerge from the large lake to escape from the city. Hiding separately, waiting for the blood moon to dissipate.

Everyone in the city began to put away their bags and belongings. Although they were terrified, they were forced to evacuate in an orderly manner.

The battle for the city happened to be in January, when the blood moon was the reddest, and the horde of beasts living in the nearby mountains suddenly surged wildly, like a black tide overwhelming the city!

The monks in the city hadn't finished evacuating yet, when they heard the sound of rumbling nearby, there was no order in the moment, they rushed to the tunnel noisily and loudly.

Everyone wants to live!

On the top of the city, many monks of the five realms watched this scene with bitterness on their faces, thinking that this time it might be far too fierce.

The low-level soldiers who stayed in the city had long regarded death as home, and each formed a formation. Using the few supplies left in the city, they barely formed a vast Zhoutian formation, which could temporarily resist the invasion of low-level monsters.

The mountains trembled suddenly, and after the beast tide, nearly a thousand five-level monsters swarmed out!

Chen Jiu put away his coir hat on the city wall, rolled up his sleeves, and shot straight at the hundreds of monsters on his city wall, like a golden glow piercing through the black clouds, unstoppable!

The other two five-level cultivators were already dumbfounded, thinking that this green-clothed man was indeed too fierce.

It's just that this formation was barely formed, and it couldn't survive for too long. Under the attack of many monsters, it made a crisp creaking sound, and then suddenly broke.

The monsters have arrived at the city wall!

The soldiers at the head of the city, wearing precious armor and holding sharp knives, were brave enough to die, and with a loud roar, they went straight down the city wall.

Three thousand soldiers dare to raise their swords at thirty thousand monsters!

The two five-level monks tried their best to stop the high-level monsters, but there were still fish that slipped through the net and rushed into the city to kill them.

There are also many five-level monks in the city, each intercepting and killing monsters.

The three thousand armored soldiers were finally wiped out in the tide of monsters and beasts, and only survived for a day.

The two elderly five-level monks did not fulfill their wish to make a fortune, but were swallowed alive by the monster and eaten into their stomachs, which made the monster make a fortune.

The man in green shirt stood guard in front of the city gate, his body was seriously injured, and his clothes were even more torn.

He looked at the huge black cloud in front of him, his body was as small as a mustard seed, but it was shining golden, he tore off his tattered clothes, and shouted angrily at the black cloud in front of him.

"Come on, kill me!"

Guard the city gate alone!