The battle in the mountains was fierce. The two swordsmen Qing and Bai tried their best to resist the tide of beasts with the power of their swords.
The so-called "beast tide" means that hundreds of ferocious and brutal beasts gather together, work together, and twist into a mighty torrent, just like the endless tide of the river, rushing forward like crazy, completely destroying things. If you block it, you are destined to be overwhelmed by this wave!
And even though the number of big beasts is staggering, even if you count your brothers and friends who fight together, there are only two of them.
Swordsman Zhao Xian in white and swordsman Zhang Jing in green showed no intention of retreating.
The swordsman wields the shuriken. Since his ambition is firm and he has no guilt, what else can he say? Just draw your sword!
For the sake of righteousness and the people, he is not afraid of life and death, and resolutely holds out his sword to carry the burden at the expense of his own life.
This kind of behavior is actually rare in a century, and he can truly be called a worthy hero.
The two knights, the hero surnamed Zhao and the surname Zhang, tried their best to use all the skills they had learned all their lives. They did not restrain their strength in any way, and their bodies were full of real power. Every blow was slashing at these beasts with red eyes. above.
The long sword in Zhao Xian's hand is full of sword power, and Zhang Jing controls the sharp blade containing Qimang, and the sword power is at its peak.
The two of them have never been passed down by a master, and their swordsmanship is not very good, but their spirit and courage in battle are no less than those of the top swordsmen and heroes!
In just a short cup of tea, nearly a hundred ferocious beasts, which devoured flesh and blood as their life's pleasure, died tragically or were seriously injured under the swords of the two swordsmen.
The wave of beasts that could shake the mountain was incredibly briefly stagnated by the offensive energy brought by the two men's joint efforts.
Not afraid of death, this move can be called a miracle!
But no matter how brave they are, no matter how unafraid of life and death, the two young swordsmen Zhao Xian and Zhang Jing, the Qi reserves in Shanzhong Fuhai are destined to be limited and cannot be exhausted forever.
After all, these two people currently do not even have the second-level worldly realm where they can completely escape from the valley. They are only the first-level perfection of the self-cultivation realm, that is, the stage of "divine power".
Divine power is only as powerful as a god compared to mortals, and it is not a "god" in the true sense.
Since we are still human beings, we cannot escape the eternal truth that true energy circulates and our human power is exhausted.
As the internal energy stored in the Qihai Acupoints for many years was severely depleted, the speed at which Zhao and Zhang drew their swords dropped significantly. Even ordinary people who had not practiced semi-martial arts could clearly see that that difficult Cover up signs of decay.
Faced with that torrent of murderous beasts, the emergence of such a bad situation and danger is really the worst thing that could happen!
Just like a certain military battle formation, once a "hole" is torn open by the cavalry, no matter how perfect and powerful the formation is at the beginning, it will soon die.
If they are defeated one by one by the invincible cavalry, they will be defeated like a mountain, and they will end up with the sad end of the entire army being destroyed on the spot!
If this principle were applied to a human being, the only result would be death due to enemy attacks.
The efficiency of the sword energy became slower and slower, and the glow on the sword blade became increasingly rare and thin.
How dangerous and severe the current war situation is, of course, the two people in charge are extremely clear and well aware of it.
Zhao Xian's forehead was covered with sweat and his clothes were soaked, but he still held out his sword and fought to the death, refusing to retreat.
The muscles on the back of Zhang Jing's arms began to feel sore and painful, but he still gritted his teeth and swung his sword to fight against the beasts.
Whether the martial arts foundation is strong or not will directly affect the monk's face and dignity when walking in the world, but no matter whether the realm is high or low, the most fundamental and important thing is that no matter what, life cannot be lost, and it must never be lost.
If even that life was lost, wouldn't all the hard work and painstaking efforts over the years in martial arts and sword training have been in vain?
This point, for people who have been involved in martial arts all year round, is a common sense that does not need to be emphasized at all. It is impossible for anyone to not know it, and there will be no one who does not cherish his own life.
But today, I don't know if I feel that I have no way out and can no longer escape smoothly, or if I am determined to fight until the last moment of my life.
Those two young swordsmen, even at the critical moment when their internal strength was about to be exhausted and their lives were about to expire, they refused to give in!
Just like a gambler who has put all his wealth on this place.
Winning or losing, life and death, were all far away. Even if they lost their lives, the two of them were unwilling to stop drawing swords.
Death is approaching.
The two of them didn't take a step back.
Mr. Zhao had bulging blue veins on his forehead. Although he had worked hard to strengthen his body for more than half a year in advance, his current condition was still extremely bad. He had serious internal injuries and a wisp of eye-catching blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
In the formation of the beasts that shook the ground, he tried his best, raised his voice, and tried his best to let his friend Zhang Jing hear him. The white-clothed swordsman shouted solemnly: "Brother Zhang, we can't stop you here. I'm stronger physically. You run away quickly, and I’ll come and take care of you!”
The other swordsman in blue had more blood flowing from his mouth at this time, like a spring. His surname was Zhang Mingjing, with his eyebrows raised. He looked straight ahead with anger in his eyes, raised his chin and shouted loudly: "I won't run away." , I won’t run away even if I die! Brother Zhao, you are almost thirty and haven’t asked for a wife yet, your life is more useful, you can retreat first, I am here!”
Zhao Xian screamed at the top of his lungs. He glared and shouted angrily: "What nonsense, aren't you also an old bachelor who is going to run away for three years?! If you are a man, just leave quickly. You and I will die together. Why, are you going to die for love?"
He, Zhao Xianxi, wears white clothes, has a rather elegant appearance, and his temper is much gentler than that of Zhang Jing. However, the current situation is so fierce that it is really urgent, and he can no longer tolerate his nice words.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing became very excited after hearing this. He actually grinned and said, "That makes sense. It seems that we all died here in love. So, since your name, Mr. Zhao, is There is a word 'first', so let's go first. I will come after you evacuate safely!"
Having said that, no matter which one of them it is, they know it very well in their hearts.
The one who leaves first may not survive, but the one who retreats is certain to die without even a living chance.
He can only end up being killed suddenly and trampled by the wild crowd, with no bones left to survive!
"Brother Zhang, you are considered a man. Since you refuse to leave, then I, Mr. Zhao, will fight with you until the end!"
Blood poured out of Zhao Xian's mouth, but his voice remained firm.
Zhang Jing, who was fighting with all his strength and fighting against the wild beasts, his eyes were shining, and he waved his sword and said in a loud voice: "Well done! It seems that I really want to die for my love with you today, haha, that's fine. Brother Zhao. , let’s be brothers again in the next life!”
Zhao and Zhang were both determined to die.
The meridians of the Qi Mansion were seriously injured, and there was not much internal energy left, but the two swordsmen still chose to follow their hearts.
Worthy of the heart of the sword, worthy of the sword in his hand, worthy of this new world that has been overturned!
Just when they made up their minds to accept the fate of death and moved their swords until the oil was gone and the lamp ran dry, they suddenly felt that their bodies were being grabbed tightly from behind and they were unable to break free.
Immediately afterwards, the whole person was involuntarily lifted up by that force, and quickly rose upwards, getting higher and higher after leaving the ground.
Zhao Xian and Zhang Jing were so shocked that their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide.
Just because they realized that the one who was grabbing them and flying into the air was actually the slender and extremely weak girl in white!
And on the battlefield below, there was a figure in a green robe like a swift shadow, rushing in quickly and killing those ferocious beasts with red eyes.
If a man flies his sword, he rushes forward to meet the beast tide!
