"Ah" finally made his first cry in this dull and quiet battlefield, but it was a scream of severe pain.

The blood of the warrior who had a piece of flesh torn off instantly stained half of his body red. While he was howling miserably, he did not retreat but hugged the mutated monster with almost all his strength.

With so much strength, he pressed him tightly into the snow.

This is an unfair wrestling. The mutated monster is extremely powerful. The strength of that warrior is no match for him.

After he firmly held the monster, the monster would naturally struggle hard. I don't know if it was the side effects of Yang Sheng's liquid that made the person who took it become particularly cruel and violent. At this time, I hope my eyes

If I become blind in an instant, I won't have to see such a cruel scene

I also hope that my ears will become deaf instantly. Maybe if my hearing is not so good, then I will not be able to hear the suppressed screams of pain or even the exaggerated sounds of broken bones.

Yes, there is a medical pulse, but whether it is a healing technique or any other magical method, it takes time to perform the operation. In such a short moment, if you receive such a heavy injury, even the medical pulse is too late.

Therefore, I could only watch helplessly as the monster struggled and attacked violently at the warrior's insistence. His bones were shattered and deformed, and his blood almost turned him into a bloody man.

I simply can't bear to describe this scene mentally. It's too painful and painful.

At this moment, I wish I could transform myself into a warrior on the battlefield, raise my sword and spear, and slash at those monsters. Even though I know this is impossible, after all, most of the people on the battlefield are monks, which limits what they can do.

The weapons used are nothing more than sticks and swords

Even if you can use any weapon, what's the use? In this level of power duel, the role of weapons is already very limited. Even if it is sharp enough to break through the monster's powerful muscles, it will not cause fatal injuries, let alone here.

Under such a huge collision, the weapon will soon twist and deform into a pile of scrap metal.

By the same token, people on Yang Sheng's side also know this truth and will not carry weapons at all, but will become a burden.

As for what level this level of power is? I can't describe it specifically, but someone once described the ancient warriors as "powerful enough to overwhelm the mountains and overwhelming the world". Although it is an exaggeration, if we want to make a comparison here, the cultivator's

As soon as the warriors come out, if they wrestle with such mortal warriors, even five of them can't stop them.

Therefore, the idea of ​​slashing at the enemy can only be a dream. As for guns and cannons, let alone them. After all, guns and cannons require human operation. Under the methods of cultivators, their effects are so limited? Even if they are used freely, we can

If you use it, Yang Sheng will also use it. At that time, it will be an immeasurable war and the mutual constraints of secular forces are destined to never happen.

I sighed. There is no other way to fight this war except to use flesh and blood to form a line of defense.

But the tragedy in his eyes continued. The warrior who refused to let go, I saw his eyes almost blurred, but he still suppressed the monster tightly with his twisted and deformed hands.

The people on the side are determined to save him, but more and more monsters are about to awaken. Everyone has to hold their own position here, and every centimeter of distance must be fought for the unfinished punishment of heaven.

array.

That is the backbone of the real attack. But why haven’t we drawn the Heavenly Punishment Formation yet?

I looked anxiously at the tragedy of the warrior in front of everyone in the painting formation, which made me unable to remain calm in my heart. However, the old leader next to me stood there like a stone carving, and the wind and snow touched his eyebrows.

Wiping it away, my eyes only became darker.

I saw most of the painting formation, and the traces on my forehead had disappeared. Above the formation, the gray sky began to turn faintly red, and it was as if the dirty snow had been sprinkled with a layer of blood.

, and then spread out

"With united will and sacrifice of essence and blood, the will condensed with essence and blood will naturally be declared to heaven." The old leader of Shihua just commented calmly.

What's the use of telling God? I don't know now. I'm just surprised why the old leader can still remain calm until now.

"Brother!" In my surprised eyes, a heartbreaking voice sounded on the battlefield. That painful cry seemed to come from the soul. What I suddenly turned my head to see was a cloud of blood suddenly spread out and scratched.

A silent warrior broke through the gray sky, with protruding veins, using his shoulders as the last line of defense, firmly pressing against the monster's chest, but there was still a strong will in his eyes.

But he no longer had an arm. His arm was covered with white and dazzling broken bones. The monster took it in his hand and screamed strangely. The cloud of blood was the proof of the warrior who suddenly tore off his arm and cut through the sky.

People, what makes people endure pain? It’s hope, it’s faith, it’s perseverance, it’s gentle care. At this moment, my hands and feet are cold. I understand the righteousness that this warrior wants to persevere, but I can’t face this tragic scene.

Next to him, there was a man who looked almost exactly like him, shouting sadly to him. Beside him, there were also several transformed monsters.

From the appearance of the two people and the voice of the man shouting, it can be seen that the two people are brothers. In a place like the battlefield, you can only be so cruel. Even if you look at it, you dare not leave the side of the land you are guarding. You cannot let it go.

The enemy advances!

"Brother, let me take your place." The painful cry turned into helpless sobs. As he spoke, the younger brother was already walking over.

But I heard a slightly weak but powerful voice coming from the wind: "No, this is the place I want to hold on to and we have to hold on to it. We can't retreat."

"Old leader!" I wanted to rush over. The secret technique of Lao Li's lineage is so powerful by borrowing the power of the earth, but this secret technique is full of dangers, and the requirements for spiritual perception are too high, and it is not as accurate as spiritual perception.

Controlling the acupuncture points will cause death or injury. Otherwise, what if this secret technique is spread?

No one knows it, but I do. I really want to rush to the front line of the battlefield, just because that warrior cannot retreat.

"Stand, don't move. This is a battle." The old leader showed extraordinary calmness and persistence at this time, and then turned to me and said, "For once, here, I am the leader."

I understand what he means is here, he is the highest commander, and I must obey him. I know from the bottom of my heart that the old leader is actually right, but I don't understand why my emotions are like this?

The old boss looked at me meaningfully and said, "Chen Chengyi, are you back?"

I stood blankly on the boulder, and for a moment I realized that it seemed that I had undergone some kind of change without knowing it, but if it hadn't been for the old leader's words, I wouldn't have noticed it at all!

But is this kind of question still important at this time? Maybe in half a minute, maybe just a few seconds, that warrior will die. Even if I know there will be sacrifices, I don’t want the sacrifices to appear at this moment or at all.

Live, live well, even if I am seriously injured, I can accept it.

"Don't be anxious, justice will be provided by God. Look, it's coming." As he spoke, the old leader pointed lightly. Following his movements, the snowflakes fell gently from his hair. I followed his pointing.

Looking in the direction, I saw the same drop of bright red tears falling from the eyes of the angry Vajra.

Here? Here! The eyes that were originally glaring have turned into sad and downcast eyes. The eyes that were originally filled with evil spirits are shedding tears of mercy at this moment. Is this good or bad?

But before I had time to think about it, the originally dull battlefield finally began to boil at this moment.

"Borrow strength!" "Borrow strength!" "Borrow strength!" At this moment, each of the warriors finally burst out with a cry of borrowing force, just like the horn they blew! As if there is no price to pay for borrowing force.

Among them, I saw the figure of Uncle Hui standing in the front like a mountain. He also shouted and said, "I will not look back if I can use my strength." At this time, I saw Hui Gen'er's body trembling slightly!

"Leverage your strength." At this time, the younger brother who called for his brother also let out a crazy shout.

How could the King of Sorrows be so stingy about lending his power at this time?

In the gray sky, golden streams of light with Buddhist colors flew all over the sky and landed on each of the warriors, instantly blending into their bodies.

Behind everyone, a small, faint, blurry King Kong figure appeared.

"Ah" after gaining strength, the warriors began to shout. It was an explosion that had been suppressed for a long time.
Chapter completed!