Zhuzi is the son of a blacksmith in the west of the city. He has been blacksmithing with his father since he was sixteen years old. It has been ten years now.
A month ago, the city lord issued an order, saying that a tide of beasts was coming, and immediately recruited all the strong men in the city and expelled the rest.
Zhuzi's father found a way to bribe the conscription captain, and the father and son were able to go away with the crowd. However, Zhuzi's head got hot, and he left his father on the way and ran back, and took the initiative to join the garrison team.
At this moment, he looked at the dark herd of beasts on the opposite side, with tigers and wolves walking side by side, green oxen digging the soil, long scarlet tongues, sharp fangs, spitting fishy smell, roaring, and eyes full of cruelty and ferocity, ready to move. He felt that his mouth and tongue were dry, and his heart was He almost wanted to jump out of his chest with a thud, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Commanders, listen to the order," a strong and deep voice came, and the city lord was seen standing on the tower, wearing a shining golden armor, drawing his sword and shouting: "A man of seven feet, you should kill the enemy with blood and protect your family and country. Fierce. Beasts are approaching the city, but behind us are our wives, children, and relatives, so there is no way to retreat! What's more, there are high walls and cliffs in front of us, and we are equipped with strong armor and sharp swords. We are protected by immortals, and we are nothing more than a bunch of beasts. How can we destroy our country? Die! I will kill you all today, and after this battle, I will treat you all to wine and meat!"
After hearing the words of the city lord, Zhuzhu couldn't help but feel excited. He blurted out the word "kill" involuntarily, and together with the city's garrison, it formed a majestic sound that shook the heavens and the earth.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
When the cultivators in the sky heard the deafening killing cry, their minds were slightly ups and downs. Many people had already sacrificed their magic weapons, their auras were shining, and they were ready to go.
Suddenly two rays of light flashed, and Mei Xinyi and Bai Zhi appeared in mid-air, looking at the three giant beasts that slowly appeared behind the herd. In the center is a five-foot-tall white tiger, on the left is a gray-backed demon wolf of similar size, and on the right is a larger green bull.
Then, there was a commotion among the beasts, and more than ten big tigers came forward, along with more than ten gray wolves and green cattle.
Mei Xinyi's eyes were cold, and she said calmly: "Kill." The sound was not loud but could be heard clearly in everyone's ears, and then she transformed into a stream of light and charged straight towards the three giant beasts opposite her with Bai Zhi.
Before the figure arrived, I could see him snapping his fingers and offering up a green and white jade ruler, which rose to a size of more than ten feet in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it flew to the top of the tiger demon's head and swatted it down.
Bai Zhi raised her sleeves and released two rays of white crystal light, slashing at the green ox in a flash; then she opened her mouth and spit out a white crystal bead, and made a secret with her hands. In an instant, the crystal bead transformed into an ice dragon more than ten feet long. It breathed out cold air and attacked the gray wolf with its head and tail swaying.
The big tiger raised its claws and slapped it, and a claw shadow of more than ten feet in size appeared in the air and struck directly at the giant ruler. With a loud "boom", the claw shadow dissipated and the giant ruler flew back dozens of feet.
The green bull stepped heavily, and the green light on its body shone, and then the bull's tail flicked, and there was a loud sound of breaking through the air. With two "ding ding" sounds, the flying knife was whipped out, and the oxtail's tail was shining green and intact.
The gray wolf's body was filled with brilliance, and it turned into a half-human, half-wolf monster in the blink of an eye. It stood nearly ten feet tall on two legs, with sharp claws and fangs, and bloodthirsty eyes. With a loud roar, he turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the ice dragon. For a moment, ice shards flew into the air and there were bursts of roars.
Mei Xinyi's consciousness swept over an area of more than ten miles around her, and she said calmly: "Junior sister Bai, there are three seventh-level monsters. You hold two of them back, and I will kill this tiger monster quickly."
Immediately, he made a secret with his right hand, and the jade ruler shook, turning into a long ruler shadow all over the sky, attacking the tiger demon overwhelmingly; at the same time, he threw out a mysterious light with his left hand, and a bronze mirror appeared on the tiger demon's head, rotating slightly, with the eight trigrams on the mirror body The pattern lit up, and a green mist shone under the light.
Bai Zhi opened her mouth and spit out a ball of pure spiritual energy, and rushed towards the ice dragon. At the same time, with a thought in her mind, the flying knife also attacked the wolf demon. Then he took out a scroll of glittering scrolls and tossed it gently. The roll is unfolded in the wind, and the mountains, rivers, flowers, plants, birds, animals, insects, and fish on it are lifelike. There was a flash of white light, and Qingniu was sucked into it before he could react. The painting scroll rolled up and hung in mid-air, and the spiritual light flickered.
The tiger demon let out a low roar, and a long blue wind blade appeared out of thin air, and instantly collided with the shadows in the sky. As soon as the steel tail swung, the shadow of the stick several feet long hit the bronze mirror above his head. Then without looking, he dodged and fled toward the mountains behind him.
The wolf demon bit into seven inches of the ice dragon, and the steel claws penetrated straight into the belly of the ice dragon. With a "click" sound, the ice dragon broke inch by inch and turned into crystal beads. He raised his claws and waved out two afterimages to knock the flying knife away again, then turned around and fled into the forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The shadow of the stick was fixed in the air by the green light, and then the green spiritual flames rose and disappeared in a moment. Mei Xinyi called the bronze mirror back to her side and looked back at the uneven scroll in mid-air.
Bai Zhi took the flying knife orb back into her body, made a seal with her hands, and her magic power poured into the scroll like a tide.
With a "stab" sound, the green bull was covered in green flames and tore the scroll back to the ground. With a "hum" sound, two balls of green flames spurted out from its nose and rushed towards the two people. Then they rushed straight into the mountains like two monsters, a tiger and a wolf. .
The spiritual light of the bronze mirror reappeared, covering the green flames. After a crackling sound, it turned into two green flames and dissipated in the air. Bai Zhi put away the scroll, frowned and said, "Senior brother..."
Before he finished speaking, three bright claw lights and ten-foot claw shadows attacked the two of them respectively.
Mei Xinyi once again cast a spell to freeze the two, turning them into blue smoke. Then he glanced at the battlefield behind him and said in a deep voice: "I want to stay away from the battlefield, which is exactly what I want. Chase!" After that, he transformed into a stream of light and chased into the forest. Bai Zhi set up the escape light and followed closely.
When Mei and Bai appeared, the monster beasts in front of them howled in unison, and then the beasts surged towards the city wall like water bursting from a dike.
"Bows and arrows ready!"
After giving the order, the bow was drawn like a full moon.
"put!"
There was a clang, a cloud of arrows covered the sky, and arrows rained down. The beasts fell in pieces like wheat straw, howling and blood splattered everywhere.
Passing over the corpses of their companions, ignoring the life-threatening arrows, like a group of desperate murderers, with bloodthirsty and madness, the beasts arrived under the city wall in a blink of an eye. The claws tore and bite, and the blood dripped without knowing it; the body was hit with the head, and the tendons were broken and the bones were broken.
The rain of arrows continued, rivers of blood had already flowed under the city, and beast corpses piled up like mountains. But the herd of beasts is vast and endless, coming one after another.
Gradually, some tigers and wolves used the mountain of corpses to climb to the top of the city, and then they fell down and turned into a mutilated corpse.
As the mountain of corpses grew higher and higher, more and more ferocious beasts jumped onto the city wall and fought with the soldiers at close range, causing blood to spatter every step of the way.
"Pour some oil!"
Dozens of barrels of hot oil were poured down, and the beasts were scalded to the point where their skin and flesh were torn open, and they howled repeatedly.
"set fire!"
Fire arrows filled the sky, and the city immediately turned into a sea of fire. Tigers and wolves twisted and struggled, green cattle ran rampant, and the smell of burnt meat gradually rose. The beasts did not dare to move forward for a while.
"Prepare oil and shoot arrows!"
Another round of flying arrows, the beasts patrolled in front of the sea of fire and fell in the rain of arrows.
As soon as the word "kill" came out, the cultivators followed Mei and Bai into the battlefield. Hundreds of people moved together, and the rainbow covered the sun.
The five Yuan and Qing people were not far apart and rushed toward the herd of beasts on the south side in unison. Suddenly, a sword light in the middle suddenly accelerated, riding in the lead, and flew away. Wang Qing and the others hurriedly activated the magic weapon, but it was difficult to keep up.
The sword light fell to the ground. Yuan Qing, dressed in white robes, without sadness or joy, walked step by step towards the more than ten feet tall tigers and wolves in front of him. The Broken Water Sword swam beside him, and in a flash of silver light, he killed off the heads of several wolf pups that rushed towards him.
"Roar" a beast roared, and he saw a three-foot-long tiger standing on a boulder dozens of feet away, looking down at him majestically. The little beasts around heard the sound and scattered, leaving a ten-foot-wide open space in the sea of beasts. The tiger monster and the wolf monster were breathing fishy breath, with a fierce light in their eyes, and they slowly approached the boy in an encirclement manner.
Taking a step forward, the sword energy roared, and the long sword rose up from the ground with the figure, turning into a crystal-clear giant sword about ten feet long, with silver light shining brightly and dazzlingly. Then he turned to the tops of the monsters' heads, and with a snap of his fingers, more than ten animal heads fell to the ground, with fierce looks still on their faces. The giant sword kept moving, heading straight for the three-foot-long tiger demon.
The tiger demon roared loudly, raised his claws and waved out more than ten sharp claws. The green light around his body condensed and turned into a wind blade that was as long as a foot in the sky, attacking the giant sword like a storm.
As soon as the wind blade came close, it was cut off by the sharp sword energy. The claws struck the giant sword and turned into bits of debris before it took a breath.
There was a muffled sound of "Pfft", and Yuan Qing appeared, holding a long sword. The sword was as clear as new, without any trace of blood. Behind him was a three-foot demon corpse, split in two, and the beast's blood spurted out and dyed the entire boulder red.
The beasts were bloodthirsty and crazy, their eyes were fierce, and they rushed towards it. The young man's eyes were filled with indifference, and he swung his sword flatly. Suddenly the wind picked up, gently caressing the herd. The sword energy billowed in the wind, and wherever it passed, there were only stumps and broken arms.
When the four of them arrived, the battle had just ended. Li Yang looked at the corpses on the ground and was shocked in his heart. Liu Han even blurted out: "Junior Brother Yuan is so murderous!"
Wang Qing summoned several fire snakes with a wave of his flag to light up a sea of fire. He took off the gourd and took a big gulp while wailing, and said loudly: "Hahaha, so happy!"
Zhu Ling'er frowned slightly and said, "These ordinary ferocious beasts are handled by the sergeants. I'll go find other monsters later."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the light of the sword rising again. Yuan Qing had already charged towards the next group of monsters with his sword.
Wang Qing laughed and followed closely, but he rushed towards other beast groups not far away.
Liu and Li got acquainted with each other, then chose a direction and left with their weapons.
Zhu Ling'er waved her hand and threw out a circle of ice to freeze the surrounding ferocious beasts. She frowned, looked in the direction of Yuan Qing, and flew away.
At this time, there were screams all over the battlefield, all kinds of spiritual lights bursting, and flames and frost flying. The beast herd is still rolling forward, but the monster beasts are retreating steadily.
Su Tianqi controlled a black ruler and smashed several foot-high wolf monsters into a puddle of flesh; the petite girl next to him threw a fiery red hydrangea, dragging the long flame tail into a flaming rope and smashed a foot-eight wolf demon into a puddle of flesh. The high and low green bull was tightly bound, and then a black light flashed, and an indifferent young man dressed in black cut it in two with a thin black blade.
There were two other tall and thin men wearing robes with gold thorns, each using magic weapons to trap a three-foot-long gray wolf in place. Then everyone swarmed forward, and the gray wolf turned into a pile of broken corpses in the various auras.
Han Hongrui used red silk to trap several demonic tigers, and Han Dongxing sent a green flying sword, which made a series of pops and passed through their heads.
Zhao Yi's wooden folding fan is in hand, and wind and fire are harmonious, and he strolls leisurely in the courtyard. On one side, an arrogant girl wearing a green skirt hung a bronze mirror. The yellow light flashed and immobilized several tiger demons. The red flying knife flashed, and the head fell to the ground, with the wound scorched black.
Next to the girl was an elegant man in a green shirt, with a spiritual bead hanging high on his head. His fingers were making secrets like a butterfly piercing a flower. Five elements of magic swarmed out, clearing a three-foot pure land.
A long wolf howl came from nowhere, and then the beasts dispersed like a tide.
The sergeants on the city wall roared loudly, their joy and excitement soaring into the sky; the monks stood on the battlefield, quietly watching the retreating tide of beasts.
The young man in the distance, holding a long sword, stepped on the river of blood on the ground, passed over the mountains of animal corpses, and came in the opposite direction.
White clothes are better than snow and are not stained by fine dust.
