This killing machine has not yet been released, his face has not yet shown despair, and even Zeng Yushu next to him has not yet had any sense, and the gossip suddenly stopped turning again, and the crisis has been lifted again.

At this time, he found that Lin Wufeng was staring at him, as if he was looking at some treasure.

"His face is so pale, isn't the injury he suffered yesterday getting better?" Lin Wufeng opened his mouth and asked about his injury.

Is this really embarrassing him, is this a temptation? or is it really caring?

"Lord Xie is concerned, and he wants to be healed in a few days. Yi Heng didn't dare to hesitate, so he had to answer ambiguously.

Could it be that he would only withdraw the killing intent when he saw his face suddenly pale just now? He could only think secretly.

In any case, now that the killing machine is gone, the second level has been passed again.

I just don't know how many levels there are?

He didn't even dare to wipe off the sweat, so he could only blow the cold wind and slowly dry the sweat on his forehead and face, and a burst of coolness spread from his forehead from his face to his heart.

There was a soft "click", and Wu Siyi snapped a small branch held in his right hand.

Yesterday, the Zerg attacked violently, and the four major war zones in the world faced each other at the same time, and countless monks did their best to stop and kill the invading Zerg.

In just one day, the number of monks who died far exceeded the sum of previous hundred years, and the fierceness of this battle can be seen from this.

But what made him very proud was that the Northwest Theater he commanded had very few injuries and good gains.

Although the casualty statistics of other theaters have not been announced to the world, it will not be too long before the announcement will be made.

At that time, with this battle, his dream of becoming famous in the world will finally become a reality.

Although the ranking on the strength list of the four generations of disciples and the Zerg killing list is not high, when it comes to command and strategy, he still has considerable confidence.

Chen Shoutian, Yan Changkong, and Xuanyuan Caixue, who has never met, who are his opponents?

Yi Heng, Zeng Yushu is now just a small soldier in front of Yan Changkong's formation, what are you afraid of?

At this time, the Genmen disciples who were four or five miles away from him were probably still cheering loudly, praising him loudly while holding the kernel tightly in their hands.

After today, all disciples can improve their cultivation, and even break through the bottleneck for many years and reach a new realm, how can this not make everyone ecstatic?

There are also countless monks, who have already spread the battle situation here to the world, and among them, the most mentioned and the most dazzling must be he Wu Siyi.

But he, who had just been enjoying the praise of the crowd, had come here alone and snapped off an innocent twig.

There was a great resentment in my heart, and the breaking of a small branch was not enough to vent it.

But he knew that if he wanted to vent this anger, he was afraid that it would not be enough to break all the trees in the entire Misty Forest.

Therefore, he had to stand quietly, his eyes looking southwest, and let the resentment slowly torment himself and slowly dissipate.

What caused him to have this resentment was actually just a messenger, and the messenger was only a sentence, but this sentence hit him far more than the total number of blows he had received in the past few decades.

"Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu teamed up to kill one of the first-order late-stage zergs. ”

There was only one sentence on the messenger, but he knew that this sentence alone would shatter all his efforts and dreams.

No matter how small his losses are, how great his gains are, and how dazzling the battle is, in the face of this sentence, it will become worthless.

The monks of the world would not focus their eyes on him, what they were concerned about must be the first-order late-stage zerg who was killed, as well as Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu who killed this worm.

"Why are these two always the same, and will my whole life be dull with these two people?" he muttered to himself, his originally innocent face slowly becoming hideous.

Originally, the Southwest Theater commanded by Yan Changkong was the most attacked this time, with one Zerg in the late first order and several in the middle stage.

At first, I was worried that he would not be able to defend there and become a breakthrough for the Zerg.

But now not only has it been prevented, but it has even achieved such a defying record.

Should I be happy? or should I be sad?

"That's it, after this battle, Yan Changkong will definitely be famous all over the world, and Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu will always ascend to the altar, and from now on, the monks of the world will no longer pay attention to anyone except the two of them. ”

Wu Siyi thought helplessly, threw half of the branch in his hand to the ground, and flew into the air.

At the same time, the commander-in-chief of the Western Theater, Chen Shoutian, also received this summons, but he did not leave the crowd like Wu Siyi.

Hundreds of disciples in front of him were quietly receiving the Zerg core, after today, the cultivation will be promoted again, it stands to reason that they should be ecstatic and shout loudly, but at this time, the quiet crowd actually has a sad atmosphere.

Chen Shoutian watched them quietly, he knew why everyone was so quiet.

In yesterday's battle, although he barely defended the attacking Zerg and killed many Zerg, the losses in this battle were so great that the pride of his genius was completely struck.

"Dead, ninety-five monks, there are actually two of them in the early stage of foundation building, and there are countless seriously injured people, this is what I, Chen Shoutian, commanded?" he secretly thought about the statistics and doubted the authenticity of the data.

But he also knew deep down that this data must be true.

Even if it was because of his mistakes, because of his carelessness, he let the ninety-five fellow disciples and brothers stay on the battlefield thirty miles ahead forever.

But at this time, among these many people, he is still the commander-in-chief.

No one dares to deceive him with fake data.

Luo Ning and Miao Chengsi are both of them that he often sees, after they were promoted to foundation building together, although their qualifications are not top-notch, they have also entered the eyes of the sect's top management, and the foundation building monk will always be the mainstay of the sect, and it is impossible not to pay attention to it.

But now, the two of them will never return.

It was a terrible battle

The field became the place where the two of them died.

No matter how many kills there are in this battle, it will be darkened by the death of these two people.

Not to mention competing with the commanders of the other three major theaters in the world, even the right to command may not be able to be retained.

That Hua Fengchen seemed to have picked up from Zeng Yushu's blow, with his qualifications, once he cheered up, it wouldn't take long for him to surpass himself, and when the time came, how could he not peep into this position of command?

"Hehe, Wu Siyi, Yan Changkong, Xuanyuan Caixue, and Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu who killed the late stage of the first order, Chen is really not as good. ”

He thought to himself.

Originally, his strength was not as good as Yi Heng, and Zeng Yushu also admitted it, but the pride of the genius did not allow him to lose to others again.

This time, I wanted to compete with them on the basis of command and strategy, so that all the monks in the world would know, in addition to Yi Heng Zeng Yushu, there was also him Chen Shoutian, but now, I don't know what punishment the sect master will have waiting for him?

"The master and the master often say that the details determine success or failure, and they always regard it as the wind in their ears, and now they are finally victimized by it, although they pay attention to the details, there will be no such failure, but who would believe that the Zerg will also have an ambush?"

"Yi Heng Zeng Yushu fought yesterday, and they joined forces to kill one of the first-order late Zerg and one of the first-order mid-stage Zerg. ”

He repeated the message in the messenger, trying to straighten his back, which was a little tired and slightly bent, as a genius, he would not allow the arrogance of a genius, even if he was hit by this, he could not be like Hua Fengchen, and he would not be able to slump like Hua Fengchen.

"Yi Heng Zeng Yushu with this record, should be able to go hand in hand with the three major masters, ascend to the altar of our generation, from now on, everyone will only worship, but how can I Chen Shoutian be a person who is easily defeated? One day, there will be a legend of me in the world. ”

In the crowd, he stood very straight, standing on the ground like a pole, even though hundreds of monks came and went, but he could be seen at a glance.

This is the pride of genius, never give up, never give up. He thought to himself.

"But it was said that Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu waved their hands hurriedly, and countless spells were issued in an instant, hitting the body of the late stage of the first order, but it was a late stage of the first order Zerg, that defense, how could ordinary spells break through?"

In the southern war zone, countless casual cultivators had a rare rest and relaxation after yesterday's battle, and at this time they were surrounding a monk in a black and white robe, listening to him tell the story of yesterday's battle like a story.

The monk in the middle seems to know the things of the world, no matter which war zone fights, he can tell a thing or two, at this time, he is talking about the southwest war zone, talking about the two lists of the chief Yi Hengyi Senior Brother and the two lists of the second senior brother Zeng Yushu Zeng.

These two people have long been famous all over the world, and the cultivators have naturally admired them for a long time, and now, although they can't see it with their own eyes, they can hear this person talk about it, whether it's true or not, and they still listen happily.

As for the dead monks, there are two or three hundred people, who cares? The same disciples and brothers can quickly forget it, not to mention the ruthlessness between the scattered cultivators, and they have long forgotten it.