The battle in the mountains was fierce, and the two swordsmen, Qingbai, did their best to carry the beast tide with the power of the long sword in their hands.

The so-called "beast tide" means that hundreds of fierce and brutal beasts gathered, united and cooperated, twisted into a mighty and incomparable torrent, like the endless tide in the river, rushing forward madly and violently, and everything in the way is doomed to be washed away by this wave!

And even if the number of big beasts is staggering, even if you count the brothers and friends who fight with you, there are only two of them.

The white-clothed swordsman Zhao Xian and the green-clothed swordsman Zhang Jing did not have the slightest intention of retreating.

The swordsman holds the sword in his hand, since he has great ambition in his chest and no guilt, what else can he say? Just make a sword!

For the sake of righteousness and the people, he was not afraid of death and life, and resolutely handed out his sword to carry the burden at the cost of his life

This kind of behavior is actually rare in a hundred years, and it can really be called a well-deserved hero.

The two chivalrous warriors, surnamed Zhao and surnamed Zhang, desperately used what they had learned all their lives, one move at a time, but they did not have half of their strength, and they were full of real power, and every blow was slashed at this group of beasts with red eyes.

Zhao Xian's long sword in his hand was abundant, and Zhang Jing held the sharp blade containing qi, and the sword was prosperous.

The two have never been inherited by their masters, and their swordsmanship is not very clever, but that spirit, as well as the courage and courage in battle, are not inferior to those top sword immortal heroes!

In just one cup of tea, nearly a hundred fierce beasts that devoured flesh and blood for their life pleasure died tragically or were seriously injured by the swords of the two swordsmen.

The beast tide that could cause the mountain to turmoil was incredibly slowed down for a short time by the offensive aura brought by the two of them.

Fearless of death, this move is a miracle!

But no matter how brave they are, no matter how fearful they are of life and death, Zhao Xian and Zhang Jing, the two young swordsmen, those true qi reserves in the sea of Jizhong Mansion are destined to be limited, and it is impossible to never be exhausted.

After all, these two people don't even have a second-order red dust realm that can completely clear the valley at present, but only the Great Perfection of the first-order self-cultivation realm, that is, the stage of "divine power".

Divine power, divine power, is only as powerful as a god relative to mortals, and it is not a "god" in the real sense.

Since we are still human, we can't escape the eternal truth that the cycle of true qi goes on and on, and when manpower is exhausted.

With the Qi Sea Acupoint, the natal internal force that had been stored for many years was seriously depleted, and the speed of Zhao and Zhang's sword swords decreased significantly, even ordinary people who had not practiced semi-martial arts could clearly see that there was a sign of decay that was difficult to hide.

In the face of that murderous torrent of beasts, the emergence of such an inferior and dangerous situation is really a big thing to the extreme!

Just like a certain soldier's battle array, once a "hole" is torn open by the cavalry, then no matter how perfect and powerful this large array is at the beginning, it will soon tend to die.

Broken by the mighty and invincible iron cavalry one by one, he will be defeated like a mountain, and a whole army will be wiped out on the spot!

If this principle is changed to a human being, then there is only the sad result of dying under the attack and killing of the enemy.

The efficiency of the sword qi is getting slower and slower, and the mangqi on the sword blade is becoming more and more scarce and weak.

How dangerous and severe the current war situation is, the two people who are the authorities are of course very clear and aware of it.

Zhao Xian's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his clothes were soaked, but he still handed over his sword, swore to fight to the death, and refused to retreat.

The muscles on the back of Zhang Jing's arm began to ache and pain, but he still gritted his teeth and swung his sword to fight against the beasts.

Whether the cultivation is strong or not will be directly related to the face and lining of the monk 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, his life cannot be lost, and he must not lose it.

If even that life is gone, wouldn't all the hardships and hardships paid over the years for practicing martial arts and swords be in vain?

This point, for the people in the rivers and lakes who have been involved in martial arts all the year round, is a common sense that does not need to be emphasized at all, and it is impossible for anyone not to know, and there will be no lack of truth and not cherish their lives.

But today, I don't know if I feel that I have no way to retreat, I can't escape smoothly, or I am determined to fight until the last moment of my life.

Those two young swordsmen, even when their internal strength was about to be exhausted and their lives were about to be lost, they refused to back down!

It's like a gambler who has gambled his entire net worth here.

Winning or losing, life and death, all have been far away, even if they lose their lives, the two of them are unwilling to stop playing the sword.

Death is imminent.

The two of them did not retreat.

Zhao Xian's forehead was full of protruding roots and green tendons, although he had worked hard to boil his body more than half a year in advance, his state at the moment was still extremely bad, the internal injuries were not light, and a wisp of eye-catching blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

In the beast herd array that shook the ground, he tried his best to tear open his throat, trying his best to let his friend Zhang Jing hear, the white-clothed swordsman solemnly shouted: "Brother Zhang, I can't stop it here, my body is more solid, you run away, I'll give you your palace!" ”

In addition, the swordsman in Tsing Yi was in his mouth at this time, and the blood flowed even more, like a spring, and his surname was Zhang Mingjing, who raised his eyebrows, looked straight ahead with anger in his eyes, and shouted loudly with his chin up: "I don't escape, and I won't run away from death!" Brother Zhao, you are almost thirty years old and you haven't asked for a wife yet, your life is more useful, you can withdraw first, I am here! ”

Zhao Xiansheng was hoarse, he glared and shouted angrily: "What, aren't you also an old bachelor who is running fast?!" If it's a master, let me go quickly, you and I will die together, what, do you want to be martyred? ”

He Zhao Xianxi wears white clothes, his appearance is quite amorous, and his temperament is much gentler than Zhang Jing, but the current situation is vicious, and he is really burning his eyebrows, and he can no longer tolerate good words.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Zhang Jing's attitude was very excited, and he actually grinned, "This has to be reasonable, we all die here It really seems to be martyrdom, so ah, since you Zhao Xian has the word 'first' in your name, let's go first, and when you evacuate safely, I will come later!" ”

Having said that, no matter which of the two of them, they knew it very well in their hearts.

The one who leaves first may not be able to live, and the one who retreats later will definitely die, and he will not even have half a life left.

can only end up under the trampling of a violent wild group, and the bones are difficult to survive!

"Brother Zhang, count you as a gentleman. Since you refuse to go, then I, Zhao Xian, will fight with you to the end! ”

Zhao Xian's mouth was gushing blood, but his voice was still firm.

Zhang Jing, who was fighting with all his strength and fighting the beast, his eyes were shining, and he waved his sword and said in a loud voice: "Good job!" It seems that Lao Tzu is really going to be martyred with you today, haha, it's okay. Brother Zhao, let's be brothers again in the next life! ”

Zhao and Zhang are both resolute.

The Qi Fu meridian was seriously injured, and there was not much left of the internal strength, but the two swordsmen still chose to follow their wishes.

It is worthy of the sword heart, worthy of the sword in his hand, and worthy of this new river and lake that has been subverted!

Just when they made up their minds to accept the fate of death, they made a move and handed their swords until the oil ran out, when they suddenly felt that their bodies were firmly grabbed from behind, and they could not break free.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person was involuntarily picked up by that force, and quickly rose towards the sky, getting higher and higher after leaving the ground.

Zhao Xian and Zhang Jing were shocked beyond comprehension at the moment, their eyes were round and their mouths were wide open.

It's just because they realized that the person who was pulling themselves into the air was actually the girl in white who was thin and thin, looking extremely weak and couldn't help the wind!

And on the battlefield below, there was a green robe like a swift shadow, rushing in quickly, killing those ferocious beasts with red eyes.

If a person flies a sword, he rushes straight forward to meet the tide of beasts!