Chapter 50 What do you say about this wave?

The monks at the head of the city were waiting in formation, each formed a formation, and sacrificed magic treasures and talismans. At this moment, on a moonlit night, they were illuminated by the light of the magic treasure.

The ferocious black tide struck quickly in the distance.

The first group of monks jumped directly from the top of the city wall, breaking the battle line a hundred meters away from the city wall, and the magic weapon blocked them.

The tide of beasts flooded in, and soon mixed with the spiritual light of the monk's magic weapon, and the blood rained endlessly.

The group of monks on the city wall threw talismans and scattered them like yellow talismans, falling into the tide of beasts and exploding violently. Even if the monsters couldn't be killed, it would be easy to break their limbs, and then cooperate with the monks below to kill them.

Chen Jiu sat on the tower, a little bored. There are twenty-four towers like him above the city head, and there is no one in the middle, so I don't know where to go.

Immediately, they lined up to both sides, and Chen Jiu was the last one on the right, shaking his head and looking at the people around him.

Of the twenty-four people, except for Chen Jiu, the rest are all the people in the five realms, and they are the highest combat power in the city.

The lineage in the north of the city also gave Chen Jiuyi a high-ranking armor, known as the Yulu Armor, which can block ordinary spells and has a solid defense.

Chen Jiu found it ugly, didn't want to wear it, and didn't need it himself, but he couldn't bear it, so he put it in a purple gold gourd and kept it, and pawned it sometime in the future, and it would be nice to get some money.

The monks from the north of the city treated the twenty-four people like Chen Jiu with great respect, and there were pills and talismans if they were necessary.

Regardless of combat strength and status, these twenty-four people are all extremely high.

Sitting on the tower, Chen Jiu propped his head with one hand. When he had nothing to do, he looked at the man next to him. It was a man in a Chinese robe, embroidered with ink-colored dragons, with a cold expression, and he was looking straight at the battlefield ahead.

Chen Jiu has always been a restless person, chatting with him, and he found it very well in the opening remarks, pointing directly at the black chilong, and said with a smile: "Brother, you four-legged snake is really majestic!"

The cold man glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Chen Jiu was not discouraged, and continued to look for something to say, "Daoist friend, where did you buy this shirt, I will also embroider a four-legged snake like you on my green shirt. "

The man frowned, and had no choice but to reply, "Speak less, kill more demons."

Chen Jiu was taken aback, then raised his coir hat, looked at the distance of the battlefield, and said with a smile, "OK."

He jumped up from the tower.

The monks at the head of the city paid attention, and the 22 people in the other towers were slightly interested, wanting to see what the invited monks were capable of, so that they could be seated as one of the 24 people.

In the distance of the animal horde, a cat called Niu, who is said to be the best at melee combat, stood on both feet and ran like a human. It has a huge body and two horns on its head, but it is as agile as a cat and moves quickly.

If a five-level cat and cow is rushed into the crowd of monks by it, a tragic massacre is bound to be inevitable.

There seems to be a figure in the sky, like a streamer, falling at a high speed.

Mao'er Niu stopped in his tracks, his pair of copper bells erected his pupils, staring at the streamer in the sky.

The streamer suddenly fell, shattering the surrounding earth.

A man in a green shirt fell down brazenly, and the monsters around him flew tremblingly.

The man in green shirt stretched out his hand to slightly press the coir hat, squinted at the huge monster in front of him, and grinned.

The cat, Niu Tongling's eyes narrowed, and he snorted angrily, and strong white air spewed out from his nostrils.

One touch!

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Many monks in the city wore precious armor, held magic treasures and talismans, and kept rushing to the heights of the city wall, just thinking about bravely killing monsters and gaining some military exploits.

Li Xian carried the big sword on his back and went to the city wall to the west of the city.

How could he miss Li Xian in the matter of killing demons?

The young man received a pair of treasure armor and some pills and talismans at the collection place. He didn't need a sharp blade made of spiritual iron. He carried a big sword on his back and went to the battlefield.

The first batch of monks who went to stop the beast horde had run out of support, so they withdrew and replaced them with the second batch.

Li Xian was in the third batch, sitting on the top of the wall, watching the beast horde from afar.

Ferocious indeed.

He pulled out the big sword behind him and wiped it silently, very carefully.

When they were young, they relied on their master, and when they were young, they relied on Chen Jiu. Although they didn't mind, they couldn't always rely on others.

The master said that Li Xian is the fairy of the sword fairy.

After that day, Li Xian should protect Chen Jiu.

After wiping the big sword, the young man frowned, and said firmly to the sword, "I am a sword fairy."

He strode away, out of the city wall.

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On the south wall of the city, there are sword cultivators flying over the battlefield, like nails, digging deep into the beast tide, blocking its torrent.

Some monsters with enlightened intelligence fought with these sword cultivators, trying to devour them alive.

One of the most dazzling places is at the front of the battle line, a sword cultivator stands alone, a hundred meters in front of him, there is not a single monster, all corpses.

Come or die!

When everyone looked at the man's back, they were fascinated and full of longing.

On the south wall of the city, there are also twenty-four people sitting high, and a very close position in the middle is empty, which should be the position of the sword cultivator who brought out the sword on the battlefield.

The other twenty-three people hadn't made a move yet, they looked at the sword cultivator with different expressions, and most of them were full of admiration in their hearts.

This Jing Zhenghong deserves to be the head of Taibai's four sons, a newly promoted five-level swordsman, if he can stabilize his level after this battle, and go up to a higher level, the next ten people in the city will definitely have his name!

When Jing Zhenghong drew out his sword, he was a little distracted and looked further ahead, there was a female warrior digging the formation alone, fighting back and forth in the beast tide.

The woman was so motivated to kill that she took off her precious armor, revealing her short-sleeved clothes, smashing the head of the monster in front of her with one hand, and without splattering blood, she squeezed her fist again to kill another monster beside her. .

The woman smiled happily in this battlefield.

Jing Zhenghong shook his head helplessly, he was speechless to this woman who had always wanted to fight with him.

It should be fine if a woman is not so heroic and a little bit shy like a girl.

A rare smile appeared on Jing Zhenghong's face.

In fact, it's not bad for a woman to be so forthright.

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On the north wall of the city, most of the monks were stunned and couldn't believe it, and they were quite surprised by the twenty-four people sitting in the tower.

In the middle of the beast tide, the man in green shirt had already rolled up his sleeves, chasing after the cat and bull.

Mao'erniu was bleeding all over his body, one of the two horns on the top of his head was broken, and he was limping on one leg, and rushed towards the depths of the beast tide, trampling countless monsters to death along the way.

The ferocious beasts of the five realms that were once well-known are now like bereaved dogs, appalling to look at.

Above the city tower, everyone felt that the green-clothed man had made a great contribution. Although he failed to kill the cat and cow, beating him to such a disability that he could no longer participate in the battle during the beast horde was almost the same as killing him once. up.

The monks at the head of the city nodded frequently.

This green-clothed man is really a born martial artist, brave and good at fighting, but he doesn't know what is the sword on his waist?

Could it be that he is still a sword cultivator? !

Throughout the ages, there are not no such monks, but they are often not high enough to be low. However, there are very few monks who encounter a great opportunity, and they happen to seize it. If they achieve Nascent Soul Realm, it is extremely terrifying and their combat power is astonishing.

No matter what, everyone was intimidated by Chen Jiu's waist with a sword. They really didn't expect such a strong physical training, with a waist with a sword, just for the sake of looking good.

Now the cat and the cow are about to run into the depths of the beast horde, all the monks nodded, thinking that the man in the green shirt is about to come back, it is very good to have made such a contribution in the first battle.

This can be recorded heavily on the score of credit, and it is only a little worse than directly beheading the monsters of the five realms.

Seeing that the cat, Niu, was about to run away, Chen Jiu felt anxious and lifted up his coir hat. Over the past few days, Jinghua Shuiyue and him have become more and more connected, and turned into the spirit-binding lock, with the lock like an upside-down steel needle.

Chen Jiu threw it away suddenly, and plunged into the cat's flesh and blood, making him howl in pain.

He pulled hard, pulled Mao Niu back dozens of steps, pulled him to his side, and then punched Mao Niu fiercely from top to bottom under Mao Niu's terrified eyes.

It was bloody.

The man in the green shirt shook the blood on his fist, turned into a straw hat and put it back on his head, holding Mao'erniu's remaining horn with one hand, and slowly dragged it back to the city.

The surrounding monsters avoid it, not daring to approach it.

The monk at the head of the city was already stunned, and it took a long time before he slowly came back to his senses, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at each other in shock.

It is even more frightening to hear that this man in green shirt is only a four-level physique practitioner.

The four realms are chasing the five realms to kill!

Is there such a reason? !

The twenty-four people around the city were also extremely surprised. One of the middle-aged men stroked his beard and said firmly: "If this person enters the fifth realm, he will have a place among the ten people in the city!"

Some monks also shook their heads, disapproving of this statement, "It is not certain that ten people can enter the city, but the combat power is indeed extremely strong."

There were some discussions among the twenty-two people, a few were optimistic that this green-clothed man would occupy one of the ten people in the city, and the majority felt that it still needs to be discussed.

Chen Jiu carried the cat, Niu, under the city wall, and shouted towards the Chilong-robed monk above.

"This wave of solo kills, what do you say?"