Chapter 51 fierce or not

The eyelids of the Chilong robed monk twitched. He really didn't expect that this person would bring Mao Niu back to show off to him.

In this case, it is impossible to remain silent in terms of emotion and reason.

The monk got up from the tall building, the chilong embroidered on the robe seemed to flow, and his pupils flashed. The monk glanced at Chen Jiu who was downstairs, swayed, and went to the center of the battlefield.

It really complied with what the monk said at the beginning, "talk less, kill more demons".

The beast horde in the distance is still coming fiercely, showing no signs of weakening.

There are two batches of monks defending the city, and it seems that they can still support it at present, but if it takes half a day, the supplies in the city will be in a hurry.

In history, this city was breached once. The high-level monks retreated, and the low-level monks waited to die in the city.

There are also five-level monks who defended the city to cover the retreat of the low-level monks. They sought their own death and ended up being torn to pieces by monsters.

So after the city was broken in history, 80% of the people below the fourth level died in battle, and 30% of the monks in the fifth level died in battle. There was a lot of blood in the city. After the city was brought back, and there were monks who continued to enter the secret realm of Kongtong, it slowly returned to its original appearance.

It's just that those who have passed away can't be traced, they don't know their names, and they can't even stand in a grave.

There are also monks who feel resentful, why the saint sitting high in the sky didn't take care of them, and watched them die and hurt.

Is it true that there is no such thing as unbearable to say?

No matter how resentful the monk was in his heart, Ke Ke never dared to say that the saint was not good at all, just resentment in his heart.

After a long time, how many people will remember after leaving this secret place of Kongtong?

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Chen Jiu put the cat and cow under the city, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. He went to another city wall to watch the excitement, wearing a straw hat and sneaking along the way. You must think that Chen Jiu is the inner ghost from the Yaozu.

The battle situation on the four sides of the city wall was relatively good. For the time being, there were very few casualties among the cultivators. The main reason was that the monsters of the five realms hadn't all appeared on the scene.

If the famous five-level monsters in "Strange Landscapes" came, then these five-level monks would have no time to take care of others, and would fight with the five-level monsters instead.

Fighting in the same realm, there is not much difference in combat power. If you want to divide life and death, you can naturally divide it, and if you don't want to divide life and death, you just retreat.

Therefore, a five-realm monk killed a monster in the same realm, and his military exploits were great. After careful calculation, it is not something that can be measured by a mouse's money, at least the ugly cow's money starts.

There are very few people like Chen Jiu who are chasing after the five realms. It is extremely rare to be true, but the combat achievements are counted, and it will definitely not decrease if it does not increase.

The man in green shirt lay on the other side of the city and looked down. The monks in front formed a celestial zodiac phase array. It's like the wind is raging and the thunder is exploding.

This set of formations is not a bit stronger than the Muchi formation that Chen Jiu had seen before.

At the top of the city, there are also many monks who are good at the lineage of pills to make alchemy. Most of them are pills for healing and replenishing qi, blood and aura. The grade is not high, and the quantity is enough.

I also need the shirtless monk, holding a sledgehammer in his hand, pulling the bellows of the stove, whistling, to forge armor and sharp blades.

It's not bad for each of them to perform their duties.

Chen Jiu had been lying on the ground for a long time, and some guards came to question him, asking him which batch of monks he was, and why he hadn't replaced him on the battlefield yet, and stayed at the top of the city, eating his salary for nothing?

The soldiers looked at Chen Jiu with contempt, and they dismissed this kind of people who were greedy for life and afraid of death, and greedy for profit.

Chen Jiu looked at the soldiers and said with a casual smile, "My name is Chen Jiu."

He pressed down his straw hat, jumped forward, and went to the front of the battlefield. One person with two fists, separated by a line, was 100 meters beside him, without a single monster!

A resting monk at the top of the city stared dumbfounded. He didn't know who the sudden appearance of the monk was. He seemed to be well-dressed, and he had never seen it before.

But this man is really fierce, not only hammering monsters, but also looking for those with high realms to kill. There are many five-level monks in the battlefield, but this man in the straw hat and green shirt steals the limelight.

The soldiers at the head of the city were even more stunned when they asked Chen Jiu. After a while, with admiration on their faces, they bowed their hands to Chen Jiu.

The high-level monks can still fight like this, who in the city can't?

Trembling in the distance, came a huge monster of the five realms, and it was listed in "Strange Landscapes", it was called a heron horse, but it didn't look like a horse. The blood-colored pupils contain the supernatural power of "flesh and blood transformation", which can be transformed into combat power regardless of whether it is the enemy or the enemy.

Another monster who is good at close combat!

Many five-level monks were unwilling to touch his bad luck, and did not move to stop him. They planned to wait for him to approach, and then join hands with others to kill him.

There was already a man in blue shirt shooting away, straight to the depths of the beast tide, first he kicked the heron, then he stopped suddenly, looking at the monsters around him, the man in blue shirt took off his straw hat, and connected it with a chain Holding the sharp long awl in his left hand, he looked at the heron standing up again and grinned.

The long awl suddenly plunged into the head of the egret, and the green-clothed man punched his chest again. The egret let out a wail, its chest collapsed, and flew away backwards.

Chen Jiu pulled the chain, pulled the long awl back, shook off the blood, and was about to turn into a coir hat again.

The heron stood up suddenly, its big eyes were scarlet and shone with a strange light. It grabbed it with its big hand, picked up the monster beside it, and devoured it hungrily.

Chen Jiu was slightly taken aback.

Allies?

Luma's body shook suddenly, as if it had swelled up, stretched out its long tongue, scraped the remaining flesh and blood at the corner of its mouth, and smiled ferociously at Chen Jiu.

It's kind of provocative, like saying that you can't kill me, no matter how strong your combat power is, what's the use?

Chen Jiu frowned, dare to let him show off his recovery ability?

It seems that this egret should be an extremely cheerful monster, otherwise it wouldn't have such a big heart.

The green-clothed guest's eyes were full of golden light, and occasionally there was thunder, he bowed his body, and suddenly stepped forward and shot. The coir hat has changed into a machete, and he wants to cut off the heron's head directly to see how it recovers.

In an instant, the man in green shirt had arrived at Lu Ma's side, and the scimitar was about to hook his head and pull down to kill him.

The heron turned its head suddenly, its scarlet pupils elongated its light, and its big hand was extremely swift, and with an abrupt slap, it knocked the green-clothed man directly into the ground, splashing sand and sand.

The scimitar fell to the ground and turned into a villain. In the tide of beasts, his body trembled, and he hurriedly ran towards the pothole where Chen Jiu flew upside down.

The man in blue turned over and got up. He didn't have any injuries, but his heart was furious, he frowned slightly, and the golden light in his eyes widened completely, and suddenly two golden lights came out.

He took over the villain, connected with each other, turned into a coir hat again, put it in the purple gold gourd, and made a boxing frame of his own original creation. The martial spirit rushed out, showing it all.

He knocked down the heron horse with one punch, pressed his body down, rode on the heron horse, and punched the heron horse's head continuously, his fists alternated, and punched extremely fast.

Luma kept writhing and struggling, screaming terribly.

Seeing the five-level cultivator in the distance, his face was shocked, he swallowed his saliva, and beat the heron horse who was the best at close combat. This martial artist is really outrageous, right?

Chen Jiu didn't stop until he beat the head of the heron horse into pieces, stood up and jumped back, took a deep breath, made a fist with his blood-stained fists, and groaned.

"Wing Chun, Chen Jiu."

He went deep into the mountains, and suddenly shouted, "I want to hit ten!"

Several black shadows suddenly came out, surrounding the green-clothed guest, at a glance, they all looked strange.

Chen Jiu was slightly stunned. He said casually, but he didn't expect to come.

But since we're all here, we can't lose the way of hospitality, let's send all the guests to see the King of Hades.

The man in the blue shirt grinned.

Just hit it!

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In the center of the beast tide in the west of the city, there was a Taoist holding an extremely long dust whisk in the air, meditating in the air, with green silk threads continuously entangled hundreds of meters around his body.

The end of this thread is connected to the heads of all the surrounding monsters.

So these monsters turned against each other and killed the attacking monsters.

When the Taoist meditated, his body would naturally move in the air, wandering around, forming his own army of monsters.

The recuperating monks at the top of the city saw them, and they were full of admiration. They talked to each other about Zi Yin, who was the second among the ten people in the city.

This Ziyin has such natal supernatural powers, as long as he can enter the Nascent Soul, his killing methods will be extremely weird and overbearing.

Drawing souls thousands of miles away is even more unreasonable than sword cultivators beheading people with flying swords. Who wouldn't be afraid?

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Under the city wall, there is a handsome man in embroidered clothes, embroidered with red carps, walking slowly among the beast tides, and the monsters within hundreds of meters will die if they see them.

The handsome man gently rubbed his earlobe, forming a small world of his own.

It is extremely easy to kill people in Xiaotiandi, as long as they are lower than him. If they are at the same level as him, they can also find a way to make them fall to the next level.

A monk once asserted that Shanshui Lang Liuyi must be one of the ten people in the city as long as he reaches the five realms.

The handsome man rubbed his earlobe with his hands, walked with his head down, and smiled slightly.

Now it is.

His footsteps stopped suddenly, and he slowly raised his head. In front of him was a thin monster, as tall as a man, with long ears and long hands, looking at him coldly.

The corner of Liu Yi's mouth smiled even wider, and he said something softly towards the unintelligible monster.

"Kneel down."

The general trend of the world suddenly rises!

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In the south of the city, among the beast hordes, several monks of the five realms went deep into the beast horde to kill monsters alone, becoming the focus of the city.

Jing Zhenghong and Li Yang raised their heads almost at the same time.

There was a sound in the sky.

A flying sword came suddenly.

On it stood a man in a white shirt with a scruffy beard and a wine jug hanging from his waist.

A rare smile appeared on Jing Zhenghong's face.

The flying sword fell to the ground, beheading a five-level monster first.

The man in white shirt turned his head again and smiled at everyone, "Long time no see."

The monk at the head of the city was determined to see the sword cultivator in white, and his heart was surging.

Jiang Yuan is the first among ten people in the city.

The only one who can control the sword in the five realms, the son of Zhongxing Yinglaizong.

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In the north of the city, all the monks in the audience were so startled that their pupils were as big as copper bells, and the twenty-four people who walked around the tall building were no exception.

Among the beast horde, the green-shirted man had long since lost his blue-shirted appearance, his body was covered in blood, his hair was dyed blood-colored, and the blue-shirt soaked in blood was still bleeding.

Corresponding to it are the broken corpses of six five-level monsters around them!

The golden light in Qingshanke's eyes was already so strong that it was about to overflow, and a little line began to show below the corners of his eyes.

He was limping, but his speed was not slow. The monsters around him were not yet enlightened, and they all avoided this man in fear based on instinct alone.

Chen Jiu walked to the front of the battle line, spit out a spit full of blood, tossed his hair, threw a lot of blood, and asked loudly towards the crowd at the top of the city.

"Fierce or not?!"