Chapter 210: The Monk of the Medical Hall

"Keep going. Daylight recalled the flying sword and shouted to the three stunned soldiers behind him.

At this moment, Tu Yang's headless body stood up again, and the flowing blood took the place of the original skull.

"Ghost ......... Hell!!" The soldier was frightened and his legs went limp.

Without saying a word, the Imperial Character Jue was activated, and the Burning Giant Sword shot out, instantly shaving off the head made of blood again, and blood spilled all over the ground.

However, if you cut off a head, new blood will come out again, and the skull will slowly form a visual sense, which makes your scalp tingle.

Tu Yang pressed over step by step, and the head of the blood structure showed facial features, which was actually the face of the short man Wu Yue.

The woman's body and the man's bloody head formed an evil thing, and it cursed, blood spurting out of its mouth. "Miscellaneous, right away, right away, your time of death is up!! I'm going to eat your flesh and drink all your blood!!"

Daylight recalled the fire-rushing greatsword, held it in his hand, the blade ignited with flames, took two steps forward, and slashed at the bloody skull.

A wall of blood rose in front of the blood-headed demon, and from behind the wall came a mad laugh. "Hahahahahaha———。ha ”

The day is unmoved, and the molten sword intent is the flame of breaking the demons, burning away the evil demons.

The blood curtain resisted for a moment, and was evaporated by the flames.

In the shocked eyes of the evil creature, the fire sword split its head and sank deep into its body, slashing it in two.

The combination of Wuyue and Tu Yang fell, and the blood from the broken wound was like a tentacle, like a living thing, as if it wanted to fuse together.

The day waited for the corpse to get back on its feet, and after a long time, the tentacle-like blood lost its strength, and the corpse stopped moving.

Daylight pursed his lips and said, "Well, it looks like it's dead." ”

It would be too rebellious to be able to stand up like this.

Daylight continued to advance towards the city gate with the three surviving soldiers.

Without the Immortal Cultivators' block, those low-level blood puppets would not be able to catch up with them.

Behind him came the sound of rhythmic war drums, which represented that the Tianji army had discovered the sneak attack.

But the brigade of black-armored cavalry had to bypass the blood puppet army and missed the best time.

The wind and snow became a good cover, and the southern gate of Anseong quietly opened and closed again, and when the black cavalry chased under the city gate, they were startled back by the arrows that suddenly appeared from the wind and snow.

The Hundred Blades General Li Ji stopped and waited in the city gate, and with him were ninety-six soldiers of the Chiyun Army who had successfully retreated.

They stood neatly beside the fiery red horses, long knives striking rhythmically across their chests.

Greet the young commander in a blue scarf together.

The three people behind Bai Tian were all embarrassed, and this escape consumed their physical strength and eroded their will.

Only the daylight stood in the wind and snow, and the ground of the giant blade cha jin was covered with coagulated blood, and the residual heat made the snow make a sizzling sound of melting.

The wind and snow are combined, and standing in the snow during the day feels sharper than a giant sword.

"Son of the Sword!!" Li regret shouted, and more than 100 knives stopped striking and pointed straight to the sky.

"Son of the Sword!!" The generals responded loudly, and their eyes were full of awe as they looked at Bai Day.

In addition to awe, there was also fear in the eyes of the three people behind Bai Day, and they saw how the Son of the Sword had killed the two immortal cultivators.

The wind swept around the day, and scarves fluttered behind him.

He just stared at the snowflakes in a daze, letting them melt on his face, and the cool touch made him sober up a little from his trance.

Daylight sighed inwardly: so empty, the blood golem is just a thing of life that has been discarded, nothing has changed.

After the extermination, there was a black hole in the heart of the day, and the revenge against the blood puppet made this hole bigger and bigger.

The mentality of the former sword clan boy has changed, and revenge has become the only motivation to live.

That's why he stayed in Anseong, desperate to attack those evil things, just to make his heart feel better.

The city lord of Anseong and Shui Xingzhou came up with people, their faces full of red light. "You did it. ”

During the day, a brief report on the battle situation.

The surprise attack was successful, no one died, but more than twenty wounded were counted and sent to the infirmary as soon as possible.

Among them is Li Erhu, who has tried to compete with Daylight.

Daylight followed him to the infirmary, and more than 20 wounded soldiers overcrowded the infirmary, and the surroundings were full of heart-rending screams.

During the day, a fat monk in a white robe was seen constantly interspersed among the wounded soldiers, applying herbs to the wounded.

In addition to the wounded soldiers who were brought in, there were a few terminally ill civilians in the hospital, who were placed on straw mats and given a bowl of pain-relieving medicine.

There were also several dead people with stiff bodies, and the monks put a pebble in their mouths and rolled them into straw mats.

These dead were outlaws who had lost their faith in the siege, committed suicide or killed someone, and in short, they all paid for their lives.

The monk passed by, and by daylight asked, "Why do you put stones in their mouths?"

The white-robed monk turned back, his shirt already soaking wet, panting, and his face overtired, with pity attached to it. "This is a gift to the gatekeepers of Elysium. ”

Seeing Daylight's doubts, the monk continued: "Elysium is nothing, there is nothing, and the stone can build the palace of life, and his soul will be in this stone in the future. ”

As he spoke, the monk's hands did not stop, his fingers were nimble, and he gently pried open the deceased's teeth with a piece of wood, carefully placing a pebble.

Daylight said, "Poor. ”

"What did you say?"

"I think he's pathetic, trapped in a rock. ”

The white-robed monk whispered: "The rules are like this, the world after death is better than the present world, one sand and one world, the small stone is not small, I am the Fatuo, from the nearby temple." ”

Bai Xi said: "Bai Day. ”

"Son of the sword, I should have thought of it when I saw your two swords. "Fatuo's elegant jaw, and there is a sweet smell in the smell of blood. "Please don't grieve, there will be more dead, as war always does. ”

Daylight nodded, thinking about how to comfort the wounded soldiers who were going through pain.

Fa Tuo suddenly asked, "I'm very strange, you are an immortal cultivator, why did you get involved in the mortal war?"

"Can you tell I'm an immortal cultivator?" Bai Tian said in surprise.

Fatuo shook his head slightly. "Your deeds have spread in this small city, you have beaten away the Qianhua Daoists, and now you have broken your fears, as a monk serving the Buddha, I like to deal with all kinds of people, among which immortal cultivators are the most interesting, and mortals are the most boring. ”

The day began to take a serious look at the Fatuo, the monk's white robe was stained with blood, and there was no trace of wave in his expression in the world of pain and wailing.

As Fa Tuo just said, mortals make him bored, maybe it has something to do with his profession, and he has cured too many mortals.

Fa Tuo smiled and said: "Imagine, immortal cultivators and mortals can't see the difference from the outside, but there is a big difference under the shell, a small difference, two completely different races, isn't it a bit too much to say?"

Bai Tian politely replied: "No, it's nice to meet you, please continue to heal these wounded, the living will appreciate everything you have done." ”

"As you wish, Son of the Sword. Fatuo smiled slightly.

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