After flying a distance, Pang Shiyuan walked with the pomegranate.

Flying consumes the power of the divine soul, while walking mainly consumes true qi and physical strength.

The power of the divine soul is difficult to recover when a person is active. It's basically a little bit and a little less. Although with Pang Shiyuan's divine soul strength, flying slowly and methodically, flying him for a day and a night is really not a problem.

By that time, he would definitely have flown back to the Daishan Martial Arts Pavilion.

But Pang Shiyuan would never do this.

This world has become a fantasy. It is precisely because the world is already fantasy enough that he cannot guarantee that there will be no fantasy strong enemies on the road.

The worship and mysterious existence of the ancient battlefield are by no means the only ones.

If the power of the Divine Soul is excessively consumed because of the hurry, Pang Shiyuan will not be able to guarantee that he will be in the best condition to meet the enemy when he encounters a strong enemy.

True Qi and physical strength are different, he can quickly absorb Spiritual Qi to replenish consumption.

At most, that is, drink some water, eat something, and it will make up for it completely. These movements, when they walk, can be done. Of course, going home this time is not needed.

The walking speed of a dog for a day is really not slower than flying, and maybe you can go back to the Daishan Martial Arts Hall for dinner.

Pang Shiyuan's "close to the end of the world" and the "shrinking of the ground into inches" of the durian are definitely sharp weapons for hurrying, and they can run several kilometers in minutes.

It took more than half a day to run from the Daishan Martial Arts Hall in Dongwu Province to Xiwu Province and find him - and some of this time was used to rest - so you can know how fast the two of them are on the road.

"Kill! Kill, kill......"

"Come on. Monsters, come on! ”

"Hack you damn bastards, monsters."

"Everyone hold on, you must hold on. Behind you are your family. We have no way back! Kill......"

"Roaring ......"

"Whew......"

“%…… ￥%#”

After walking a little way, they heard the sound of fighting again. In the midst of the sounds of the fighting, there was the roar of the beast, and some gurgling, gibble of utterly unintelligible language.

These languages, Pang Shiyuan can definitely be the dialect of China, but he can only apologize for the specifics.

There are thousands of dialects in China, and many of them are really more frustrating than foreign languages. Even the Chinese can only scratch their heads first and then shake their heads.

Pang Shiyuan is better than others. He didn't have to distinguish what the dialect was saying at all, and he could know the speaker's mind with "the sun and the moon".

In this way, he can even know what he is trying to convey more clearly than the speaker.

After all, just by talking, many times the words will not be able to reach the meaning. But the inner thoughts of man. But there won't be so much trouble.

Those gurgling. The chaotic dialect is nothing more than burning, killing and looting, plus some extreme emotions on the battlefield to vent, which is very easy to distinguish.

After walking some way, they saw two groups of men fighting and fighting above and below the city walls.

The description of the attacking side is very strange, and each of them is painted with colorful ornaments on their faces and bodies, and they roar like humans and beasts from time to time. Make them look incredibly hideous and terrifying. I really look at it, I feel like a beast. It's more like a human being.

However, their clothing and actions make it clear that they are human.

They all walk upright, and they all have weapons, armor, clothing, and are able to communicate in words.

Almost all of them were decorated with feathers on their heads, and most of them were dressed in animal skins and coarse cloth, while a few were dressed in modern clothes. It's just that this doesn't show a modern sense, but looks nondescript, giving people a feeling of being crowned by a monkey.

This is the natural difference between the ancients and the modern people, and you can see through it at a glance without distinguishing.

Modern people who grew up in a privileged living environment have a very obvious flamboyance and self-confidence. This is something that the ancients who groveled and struggled to survive could never have.

Therefore, no matter how modern clothes are, when worn by the ancients, they will not have the feeling of modern people, but will only give people a strange feeling. And these ancients, who almost seem to be more civilized than primitive tribes, naturally do not have the temperament of modern people.

Of course, at this time, clothing and temperament are not important at all, combat power is the key.

Many of the barbarians carried with them fierce beasts, and they attacked the town's walls, which should have not been built for long, but looked like they were already bloodied.

Their siege equipment is very simple, but their skills are not simple.

Most people can climb the city wall directly after just a few climbs. A few, even just by jumping, can jump onto a wall more than five meters high. And the beasts they drive are not inferior to them in the slightest. You can always climb the city wall with them and fight bravely.

Under the city walls, bows and arrows and short spears that look shoddy but are really powerful are constantly flying up the city walls, and they also pose a great threat to the people on the city walls.

And on the city walls, the men, women and children of the town are bravely defending and killing the enemy.

With their weapons, stones, giant trees, and boiling oil, they did their best to prevent the enemy from climbing the city walls and rushing into the town.

The city walls are the foundation of the town's survival, and there is no room for failure.

Once the walls were breached, they were by no means an opponent of these barbarians by field warfare alone. At that point, they will end up in a very miserable situation. Either die, or become a slave with no dignity and no choice between life and death.

The town, originally a large village.

It was only because of the prescient construction of the walls that more and more people – or refugees – were brought together to get to where they are now.

These are almost all refugees who have fled from the destruction of their families, bringing about the tragic situation of other ruined villages and towns, as well as the brutality of these barbarians in front of them, which is completely incomprehensible to modern people.

Therefore, they have no choice but to fight.

Wang Xianjin, who had just killed a barbarian, was carrying a bloody broadsword and slashed forward, and the barbarian who had just rushed to the city wall had no time to gain a foothold, so he chopped off the city wall with a knife.

With one sword, he didn't have the slightest time to be proud, and he directly pulled it horizontally.

To his right, the two barbarians had gained a foothold, forcing the townsfolk back step by step. The barbarian, who was closer to him, saw him attacking, and the big axe in his hand was a powerful sweep towards him.

Wang Xianjin's big knife and this powerful big axe obviously suffered a lot, but he didn't have that much time to accumulate advantages little by little with guerrilla, what he needed now was a quick victory. Only in this way can the townspeople feel his strength and know that victory is expected, and can they boost their morale and fight bravely against the enemy. (To be continued.) )

PS: Persistence may not win, and if you don't insist, you will be doomed!