Chapter 2 Victory in the First War

On the border of Youzhou, a young boy led 10,000 monks of the same age as him, looking at the giant tree from afar, the young man had mixed feelings in his heart, I don't know if the old man who can defy the sky has found his master?

The young man is Dongfang Zhuo, the monks he led are all elite young disciples of the major sects, the reason why they are young people, in fact, has nothing to do with Dongfang Zhuo's half a dime, after they heard the news that Dongfang Young Master took the sword to ask for battle, their brains were hot, and they all took the sword and asked their sect master to fight, no, they were all sent by the sect master.

Dongfang Zhuo turned around and said calmly, "Monks, do you know what we are about to face?"

They all answered differently, some said they knew, some said they knew about the Shura tribe, and some said they didn't know......

Dongfang Zhuo raised his hand and pressed it down, and said: "It doesn't matter if you know it or not, because we are about to fight to the death with them, either we live or they live, in general, the chance of us dying is relatively high...... Our mission is to do our best to prevent the Shura clan from going to the Western Heavenly Realm through the Giant Que Divine Tree, and not let them go to Blood River City to make trouble. ”

Dongfang Zhuo rubbed his cheeks, looked at the southeast, and muttered: "Sister, look, I have already fought side by side with my father, and you have to ...... well in the Hong family."

Suddenly, far away in the sky, there was a red firework supported by qi arts, which exploded in the sky, Dongfang Zhuo took a deep breath after seeing it, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, pointed at the giant Que Divine Tree, and roared loudly: "Terran monk, kill with me!"

The word "kill" resounded through the world, Dongfang Zhuo was stunned, if he was not mistaken, there were two old men in black who rushed to the forefront in Youzhou, if I remember correctly, one of the old men was surnamed Nangong.

In the Heavenly Realm, 200,000 troops surrounded the Western Heavenly Realm Blood River City and the Bloody Pass, a bloody storm was about to break out, I don't know who picked the head and pulled out the sword, and the crisp sound of the 200,000 heavenly soldiers unsheathing the long sword at the same time was deafening.

I saw that the first Tianlong people gave an order, the war drums sounded, and 200,000 heavenly soldiers and 300,000 Shura fought together, and for a while, the heavens and the earth were discolored.

When the Terran monks in the realm saw the nearly 10,000 people fighting bloodily on the Youzhou Juque Divine Tree, even the hard-hearted people couldn't help but burst into tears.

The two places are fighting, and the scouts are dead first, but the scouts of the Shura and the Terrans have already died, and now it is a head-to-head confrontation.

The old hero of Eastern Dawn stood at the front of the great array, his hands folded on the hilt of his sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had found his son among the ten thousand people in the distance.

Dongfang Dawn looked up at the crown of the giant Que Divine Tree, the crown had turned from green to light red, this old man with frosty sideburns, although his back was straight and not yet rickety, but everyone saw him with a feeling of heroic twilight, and couldn't help but sigh a little.

But now, as the commander of this war, this hero had to draw his long sword again, and the voice was not loud but exploded in everyone's ears, "No mercy!"

......

Dongfang Zhuo and the others breathed a rare sigh of relief, the eight thousand monks were all sitting on some huge tree trunks to rest, nearly two thousand people died, some of their bodies fell into the Netherworld Blood Sea, some were put away by the robes, they were silent, wiping the sword in their hands.

Dongfang Zhuo whispered to Ye Su: "Tell Xuan Weizi that there is nothing for you here, go back." ”

The tone is tough.

Ye Su shook his head with a smile and said, "Impossible. ”

Young Master Dongfang didn't insist, but said in a deep voice: "There is nothing here except blood and death!"

Ye Su shook his head with a smile and said, "There are still you here." ”

Young Master Dongfang blushed and coughed twice, then turned his head and said, "Mo Huang, where is Lao Tzu's sword?"

Mo Huang shouted weakly, "Lao Tzu, use it, you be honest!Has the wound on his back been healed?"

Ye Su was startled and asked, "Are you injured?"

Dongfang Zhuo subconsciously dodged back, pouted and said, "I'm fine." ”

Ye Su glared at Dongfang Zhuo, who was a little weak-hearted and said, "I'm really fine." ”

Ye Su said softly: "Take it off." ”

Dongfang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and asked, "What do you take off?"

Ye Su Qiao's face turned red, and she said coquettishly: "Take off your clothes! I'll help you with medicine, the Shura clan doesn't know when it will come up again, how to fight if you have injuries on your body!"

Dongfang Zhuo sighed and said: It's okay to let Mo Huang help me with medicine. ”

Unexpectedly, Mo Huang turned his elbow outward and said, "I want to rest, I don't have time to care about you." ”

Dongfang Zhuo smiled bitterly and said, "Okay." ”

After that, the young master of Dongfang took off his clothes, and saw that Dongfang Zhuo had a wound on his back that was about ten inches long and about an inch deep, and the bloody wound was still spilling blood, Dongfang Zhuo frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "Cold, hurry up." ”

Ye Su smiled dumbly, and said softly: "Okay, it hurts, it hurts, what to pretend." ”

Dongfang Zhuo smiled and didn't speak.

The time for a stick of incense passed, and Ye Su helped him put on his clothes and said softly, "How did you get hurt?"

Dongfang Zhuo touched the tip of his nose and said helplessly: "It seems that I helped a buddy block a sword on the battlefield, how could I think so much at that time, my brain was hot, and I blocked it, if Mo Huang didn't say it, I forgot that I had an injury." ”

Mo Huang jumped over from a tree trunk leisurely at this time, glanced at Dongfang Zhuo, and said, "It's a pity that the physique of the Great God of Fuxi is given to you, and I don't know how to use it." ”

Dongfang Zhuo grinned and said, "You are amazing, you can do it!"

Mo Huang snorted coldly, looked at the Terran army that was also resting not far away, and said, "It's about to beat the war drums, are you ready?"

Dongfang Zhuo nodded, raised his hand after putting on his clothes, and said, "Everyone, saber!"

Dongfang Dawn looked at Dongfang Zhuo and said with a smile: "Son, Dad is proud of you." ”

The second large-scale battle began again, Dongfang Zhuo blocked a sword qi that was enough to kill a monk with a horizontal sword style, so as not to kill the monk and wanted to say something, but this young master of Dongfang, who was already in the early stage of spiritual silence, turned around and killed another Shura, and said: "Don't talk so much nonsense on the battlefield!"

The monk nodded, his eyes resolute and rushed into the battle group again.

Dongfang Zhuo faced a tall Shura general against the enemy, and the two didn't say much, so they started fighting directly.

Shura stabbed Dongfang Zhuo's chest at lightning speed, but the latter reacted and dodged to the side, and the long blade in his hand only cut through Dongfang Zhuo's clothes.

Dongfang Zhuo's Xuanyuan sword hung in front of his eyebrows, and said, "The first sword, Fengxue!"

In an instant, the entire tree was covered with a layer of frost, and the eyes of the young master of the East also turned blue, the Xuanyuan Sword trembled slightly, and a sword qi swung out, and Shura was directly beheaded.

Immediately, Dongfang Zhuo jumped to other places, and every time the Xuanyuan Sword was swung, Shura responded and fell into the netherworld blood sea under the Juque Divine Tree.

The first siege lasted for three months, and only 4,882 of the 10,000 monks on the Juque Divine Tree were left in the end, which was enough to show the fierceness of the battle.

The Blood River City of the Heavenly Realm is indestructible, and the Blood Demon Pass is even easier to defend and difficult to attack, and the casualties of the 200,000 Heavenly Soldiers are not tragic, but they have to take a breath.

In the earth realm, the dawn of the east won a great victory, and the aura of the thunder attribute led down the thunder from time to time, killing a large group of Shura, so frightened that Shura didn't even dare to come forward to meet the enemy.

When Dongfang Zhuo and the others returned to the temporary base camp of the Earth Realm, a group of people were waiting for them to come back.

The leader of the East Dawn, surrounded by Nalan Lu and others, they all looked at them with a smile, Nalan Lu said: "Grandson, well done!"

Dongfang Zhuo smiled and said, "Grandpa, you think too highly of me......"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Zhuo was about to fall to the ground, and Mo Huang beside him hurriedly supported him, and said in a deep voice: "When will the support from another city arrive, if we don't come, we will not be able to hold it!"