Ying Xiong still feels incredible about what happened last night, it seems both illusory and real, everything is so unreal.

At that time, Ying Xiong, his junior brother Chu Liang, and other Dajing monks, a total of more than 70 people, were repairing in the woods, and several high-level monks were still discussing countermeasures together.

According to the news, it would take at least one day for the monks to come to Qingfeng City, so everyone didn't pay much attention to it, and there were only two symbolic monks outside the woods to make a show.

That's when the unexpected happened.

The monk Fuli should have been caught off guard by the monk who wanted to fight Dajing, so he traveled day and night, and arrived outside Qingfeng City a day earlier than the expected time. Coincidentally, I also took a fancy to this forest and wanted to go in and repair it.

In this way, seventy or eighty Fuli monks marched towards the forest and met the Dajing monks who were guarding outside the forest.

One of the two sentry Dajing monks had a big nerve, looked at the Fuli monk and thought it was his own brother who had come to meet, and waved his hand in a chic manner, and greeted: "Hey! Brothers have worked hard, please come inside." ”

The Fuli monk who came first was suddenly dazed, and out of politeness, he still said, "It's not hard, it's not hard." Brothers, you're here so fast. ”

The other monk was very clever, and when he saw that the monk with big nerves was still going to continue to be polite, he hurriedly shouted: "Thank you uncle, run!" Holding his companion in one hand, he shouted into the woods: "Brothers!

Thus, in the past thousand years, the battle between the monks of Dajing and Fuli, which had never happened before, kicked off in an almost farcical way.

After the monks of Dajing were reminded, they took up their weapons and magic weapons one after another, and they came out of the forest in a hurry.

The Fuli monk who greeted Dajing, his face turned blue and white, and he also roared wildly, and took the Fuli monk to meet him.

The monks on both sides were like mortal gangs fighting in groups, and all the rules and techniques of fighting were thrown out of the clouds.

Originally, there was a gap between the cultivation of the Dajing monk and the Fuli side.

But one side has long been gathered and is recuperating. One side is desperately rushing to catch the other party off guard for the so-called one, and it is exhausted. So at the beginning of the war, the monks of the two countries were evenly matched.

I wanted to catch my opponent off guard, but I was caught off guard. However, not long after the stalemate was maintained, the overall strength of the Fuli monk gradually came into play and slowly gained the upper hand.

After several Dajing monks were killed by the flying sword magic weapon, the remaining Dajing monks were not timid or afraid, but they were aroused with blood, and they all had red eyes, and they were not afraid of death, and it was the norm to exchange their lives for their lives.

Occasionally, a Dajing monk was entered by a long sword, but he grabbed the opponent's weapon with both hands, opened his mouth and bit it at close range, and the Dajing monk next to him did not hesitate, fighting to be injured, but also rushed over, and frantically beckoned the weapon magic weapon in his hand. Two for one! No problem! It's so capricious!

Even the monks of Dajing didn't think of why they would do this.

The monk who usually grinned with a small cut in his body was gone, and the monk who turned pale with fright before the war was gone. Some are just the fearless figures of life and death, and the peerless heroes who sacrifice their lives for righteousness.

In fact, this is the soul of Dajing! A nation that has suffered many calamities and hardships, a nation that has been bullied a lot, if it had not existed for this kind of soul, I am afraid that it would have disappeared into the long river of history long ago.

Some of this soul is innate, and some are inspired in times of crisis, but they are all integrated into their own bloodline. No matter in order, they all have a common purpose, that is, to fight! to cry out for injustice, and to speak out for justice and justice in this world.

As the blood of the Dajing monks soared to the sky, they fought to the death, and gradually regained some of their disadvantages.

However, Fu Li's martial arts style is strong, and it is the norm to fight for life and death in China. At this time, the two countries were at war, and when they saw that Brother Dajing was red-eyed, he was also aroused. Who wouldn't? So one by one, they also seemed to be crazy and rushed back towards the Dajing monks.

The monks of the two countries were strangled in this forest for a hundred miles.

At the beginning of the great battle, there were still a few howls, and after that, except for the agitation of fists and palms in the woods, and the whistling of weapons and magic weapons, the rest were roars and wanton laughter before the inauguration.

There was no howl, not a single one. Especially the monks of Dajing, whenever death comes, they either glare at their opponents angrily, or laugh wildly, with endless iron bones and endless arrogance. 360 Literature Network

Since the beginning of the war, there has not been a single "big" word shining with blue light, nor has there been a single "Fu" word with white light, no one has admitted defeat, and no one has begged for mercy.

The battle lasted from night to dawn the next day, and as the corpses on the ground increased, the monks who had left the country were a little timid. Yes, they are afraid. Although the number of people killed in battle is a little less than that of the Dajing monks, and although they are also some tigers and wolves, they are just afraid now.

It's like two monks, with a smile on their faces, with a knife in their hands, you cut me, I'll cut you, the knife is not fatal, and there is blood on the body, depending on who can resist longer.

It doesn't matter how deep the cultivation is, it doesn't matter how much blood there is on the body, what you fight at this time is courage, and what you fight is pride!

What's more, Monk Fuli originally thought that this was a hand-to-hand battle, but he didn't expect it to be fought so fiercely. The psychological gap is huge, you can imagine.

When the leading monk Fuli was hesitating, he saw that after a monk Dajing was pierced through the body by a magic weapon, he attacked again with the magic weapon volley, and he no longer dodged, but laughed loudly, and rushed straight to the opposite Fuli monk, and the knots on his body flashed, and after an earth-shattering sound, he died with the Fuli monk.

When a star disappears, it can't dim the entire starry sky, but when that star disappears, it is so dazzling, brilliant as the sun, illuminating the whole universe. Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, and death is like the brilliance of meteors!

After the monk blew himself up and the enemy died, the monks of Dajing did not let out a roar of sorrow, did not have the expression of anger of the crowd, and looked indifferent one by one, but the look of courage on his face was even worse, and Gu was silent, like a monstrous wave, constantly rolling towards Fuli's side.

Sometimes the silent silence is more terrible and desperate than the hysterical cry.

The Fuli monk who was the leader finally did not hesitate anymore, and gave an order that made him feel ashamed, "Fuli monks, we are tired teachers, and we should not fight. I'll wait for the generals to retire first and go out to repair themselves, and then fight to the death with these Dajing monks in the coming day!"

After speaking, the magic weapon in his hand was full of momentum, desperately forcing away a few attacking Dajing monks, and carving a gap for his comrades-in-arms. The monk stopped fighting, turned and fled out of the woods.

The defeat was like a mountain, how could the monk have ever learned the formation of attacking and retreating, and when the front and back were reversed, they made a mess, and they could not take care of the end of the head, and the Dajing monk who was being pursued left a few figures, and fell forever in this wood.

The Fuli monk who was the leader was stunned, but he was helpless, and shouted in his mouth: "This revenge will be avenged in the future!

Seeing that Fu had disappeared from the monk, the Dajing monks stopped one after another, and did not cheer after driving away the strong enemy, and all of them were silent, standing there silently, as if they couldn't believe that everything in front of them was real.

It was only at this time that some monks felt that the cultivation in their bodies had been exhausted, and they were all supported by a stream of blood and energy, and under the relaxation of their minds, they sat on the ground with a "flutter".

A few monks had not rested for long, but before they had regained their ability to walk, they slowly crawled back with their hands and feet. Walk by each corpse and identify it until you find the person you're looking for.

Some people gently separated the bodies of their comrades-in-arms from the entangled Fuli monks, stretched out their hands to smooth the clothes of their comrades-in-arms, carefully wiped the blood from their faces, and then sat there and watched with a smile.

Some of them lost their strength, so they lay side by side with the body of their comrade, looking up at the white sky, muttering and not knowing what they were talking about.

It's as if your comrades-in-arms are still around, as if your comrades-in-arms haven't gone far, as if your comrades-in-arms are watching you from the sky, and they will never give up.

On the side of Dajing Qingfeng City, the leading monk is called Tao Wentian, who has cultivated to the realm of the middle of the Yuan Infant at the age of his early thirties, and is well-known among the monks in Dajing, and is also quite important among the teachers.

This time, he was appointed by the master to come to Qingfeng City to meet with the monks, and wait for a battle with the Fuli monks. Because of his profound cultivation, he is usually known as a little famous, so he was temporarily selected as the leader.

At the beginning of last night's battle, Tao Wentian took the lead and killed the enemy bravely. In the end, he was alone, resisting all the attacks of the people led by the monks. And relying on his quick skills, he also rescued a few Dajing monks who were in danger, which made the monk who took the lead very angry.

If Tao Wentian was selected as the leader last night, just because of his fame and cultivation, then he deserves it now. Every Dajing monk looked at Tao Wentian's gaze with respect and a hint of dependence.

Tao Wentian was not complacent, not to mention looking at the corpses of his comrades all over the ground, he only felt heavy in his heart.

The monk who blew himself up just now was still discussing the war with him last night, he was hearty and talkative, and he had just stepped into the door of the Yuanying realm, which can be said to have a bright future. And now he is dead, not even a trace has been left, and he can't even remember his name.

Tao Wentian stood at the place where the monk had exploded, and after pondering for a long time, the sad and heavy expression on his face gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a resolute color.