dognovel Chapter 244: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7
Chapter 244: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7
"when."
With a crisp sound, Hong Yu and Shang Xianming's flying swords collided with each other, and the turbulent airflow set off a wave of spiritual power in the narrow corridor, spreading to the surroundings. Both swords were famous weapons, and they both had a gap in their collision.
Suddenly being blocked, the flying sword seemed to be drunk after being hit. It staggered twice and tried to escape.
"do not want!"
Shang Xianming looked at the red blade raised high and was so frightened that his heart and liver were about to burst.
"Ding."
Wang Qiye let out a sinister laugh and swung his sword. The flying sword broke into two pieces on the spot and fell to the ground.
Shang Xianming spat out a mouthful of blood. His famous magic weapon was destroyed and he suffered a severe blow. Several strands of hair on his forehead turned white immediately. He looked several years older and fell to the ground in despair.
The disciples of Wanjian Mountain around him helped him to return. Now he couldn't recover without rest for ten days or half a month. In this siege of seven cities, he was useless without a magic weapon and could not play any role.
A dry land meteor rose from the ground and took Shang Xianming away from here.
Wang Qiye stepped back and sat down again. He took a look at the notch on the red rain. The whole blade seemed to be a bit old and only 50% new. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he closed it into the tip of the blade and sat quietly to recover.
The trembling hearts of the monks in Shicheng Village calmed down again. In this violent attack, they attacked and defended in an orderly manner.
Xun Zi sneered and nodded to an old woman next to him.
The old woman bowed to Xun Zi and then walked forward until she was five meters away from the front line before stopping.
She took out a scarecrow from her arms tremblingly, took the blood of the monk she had just collected, and dripped it on the scarecrow. After the scarecrow absorbed his blood, it seemed to have life.
"I curse you to only be able to see behind you."
The old woman muttered something, grabbed the scarecrow's head with her hand, and turned it around so that its face turned to the back.
The monk from the Stone City Village who was fighting suddenly turned his head 180 degrees to the back, and at this moment, his body movements were exactly the same as those of the scarecrow. If it were normal, it would naturally have no effect on him, but now it was a matter of life and death, how could the opponent miss the opportunity of his five senses being confused?
The monk from the Seven Cities attacked with a sword. The monk from the Stone City Village was just in the beginning of his discomfort. He didn't know how to dodge or block. The sword pierced his heart swiftly, and he felt a chill all over his body.
This series of actions happened in an instant. The protector discovered the abnormality, but just as he made a move, the monk from the seven cities had already drawn his sword and retreated gracefully.
The scarecrow in the old woman's hand suddenly caught fire, and it seemed that there was another wrinkle on her face, but she didn't care.
Then another monk from Shichengzhai took the remaining hair of the monk and pressed it on a scarecrow that had just been taken out of his arms. As soon as the broken hair touched the scarecrow, it seemed as if it had originally belonged to it, growing on its head and being given vitality.
"I curse you, your hand is cramping."
The old woman muttered something, grabbed one of the scarecrow's arms, and pulled hard, pulling out a piece of straw. However, no matter how hard she pulled, the straw would not break, it was very tough.
The monk from Shichengzhai who was fighting was about to use his knife to block the long sword of the monk from the Seven Cities, but suddenly his hand cramped and he could hardly hold the knife.
How could the monk from the Seven Cities miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? He thrust his sword forward. By the time the monk from the Stone City Village had recovered and wanted to rescue him with his sword, the monk from the Seven Cities had already drawn out his sword with a grim smile and stirred his heart.
The monk from Shichengzhai knelt down unwillingly and fell headfirst.
The scarecrow in the old woman's hand started to burn again, and it seemed as if another wrinkle appeared on her face. She just calmly threw away the burning scarecrow in her hand, took out a new one from her arms, and stared at the next target evilly.
The monks in Shicheng Village were in a panic again. Three monks fell one after another. This was definitely not normal. Everyone had many magic weapons to protect themselves, and there were people to protect the way, but these three people still died inexplicably one after another, and everyone was panicked for a while.
"Opposite, you have such a big advantage, yet you are still so despicable. But I must admit that you did find my weakness."
Zhan Qiaoqi murmured to herself that lack of manpower was indeed one of her weaknesses. If she were on the opposite side, she would probably do the same.
"I found you." Zhan Qiaoqi stared at a weird old woman in the crowd opposite and smiled evilly. "It's rude not to reciprocate. The one on the other side, take it!"
"Firestorm sets a prairie fire on fire!"
Zhan Qiaoqi shouted the secret code loudly and took out a stack of second-level attack talismans from the storage bag.
All the monks in the Stone City Village took out a stack of second-level attack talismans from their storage bags and activated several of them at once to the best of their ability. They all smiled cruelly as they looked at the monk from the Seven Cities who was already pale with fear and sweating profusely.
The torrent of magic from the seven-city monks seemed vulnerable in the long attack stream composed of five thousand second-level talismans. The moment they came into contact, they were pushed back without even a ripple.
All the backup plans that he had prepared to deal with the crisis were released at this moment. Zhan Qiaoqi didn't feel sorry at all and cast the last attack talisman.
If it were anywhere else, facing such a dense attack of talismans, one would just hide. However, in a narrow terrain like the tunnel, there was nowhere to hide, and one could only resist.
The monks from the seven cities in front had just released their defensive magic weapons and were evaporated by the sea of talismans without even being able to utter a scream.
"Everyone, release your defensive magic weapons to help the people in front hold on!"
Xun Zi from Sheshenyuan shouted, released his own defensive magic weapon, and flew to the front of the formation.
Many monks from the seven cities also released their defensive magic weapons and flew to the front of the formation to help the people in front consume this wave of talismans. Otherwise, there would be no one to resist and they would also be affected.
The sea of second-level attack talismans continued to advance. If a defensive magic weapon could withstand 100 talismans, its owner's spiritual power would be drained. After all, each of these second-level talismans was a full-strength attack from the foundation-building period.
The defensive magic weapons that were not retreated in time were immediately shattered by the talismans behind them. Only those who were a little smarter retreated their magic weapons. As for those who were not able to retreat in time, it was even worse. They were directly overwhelmed by the talisman attacks.
When the catastrophe was finally prevented, only a mess was left in the corridor. Even the culprits in Shichengzhai couldn't bear to see it.
Although only more than 50 monks from the seven cities died in this wave, and the old woman also fell in this wave of attack, their defensive magic weapons were shattered all over the ground. Not only that, the spiritual power of many monks was directly exhausted. At this moment, they no longer dared to save the spiritual pill, and took one out.
"attack."
Xunzi from Sheshenyuan had a sullen face and waved his hand indifferently.
In the previous attack, the two people who had prepared their trump cards were affected by the sea of talismans and died in the attack. How could Xun Zi be happy? However, the opponent should have no stock left. These were all the spoils of the opponent. There was no need to guard against this move in the future.
Among the monks from the seven cities who were in relatively good condition, ten more monks jumped out, formed an offensive and defensive alliance, and attacked forward.
Although many monks died in this wave, it was still unable to scare away the monks from the seven cities. Since the war began, the offensive and defensive fronts had been very effective under the command of Xunzi from the Sheshen Academy. Most of the monks had been rescued, and only more than 20 people had been killed so far. This was the reason why the monks from the seven cities had the confidence to fight.
The monks of Shichengzhai had just caught their breath when the pressure from the opposite side came again. At this moment, the weakness of insufficient manpower was completely exposed. The more than 20 people who were engaged in long-range defense could not move. Nearly 30 monks who had come forward had fallen, and now there were only more than front-line combat monks left, and rotation became a problem.
As a last resort, Iron Fist Saint Bai could only take the position of the two beasts. The pressure on the monks of Stone City Village was greatly reduced, and they were finally able to restore their spiritual power and take on the position again.
However, the "divine armor" of the ten heroes was visibly weakened, but Zhan Qiaoqi had no way to stop it.
These more than 1300 long-range defense personnel are already struggling to resist the repeated long-range attacks of the monks. If a few more are mobilized, I am afraid that the current defense line will collapse even faster.
"Saint Bai, when the "God's Armor" is used up, that will be the day you die."
Demon Knife Fu Haishan watched indifferently as Iron Fist Saint Jiabai smashed a Seven Cities monk to pieces with one punch, and his layer of "divine armor" dimmed a little more.
A cultivator from the Seven Cities stepped forward, eager to fight. It was the honor of his life to be able to fight against the Ten Heroes.
Fu Haishan had already recovered all his spiritual power. At this moment, he adjusted himself to the best condition, just waiting for the moment when the fighting opportunity appeared.
Sheng Jiabai threw a Huiling Pill into his mouth and broke it into pieces, trying to use his strength as much as possible so that he could rely on things like elixirs and talismans to replenish himself during the battle.
If you use the power of the "Divine Armor", you can only wait until you are out of the battle and then slowly replenish it.
But there was no other way. None of the monks from the seven cities who dared to fight him were weak. Sometimes, if he didn't use the power of the "God's Armor", he would be rescued.
If he didn't kill the opponent, his spiritual power would be restored to full with the help of elixirs in less than an hour, and he would be able to run up and jump again, and this battle would be in vain.
But up to now, although more than 130 people have fallen in the opponent's offensive formation, they still look densely packed and show no sign of decreasing.
Indeed, compared to this huge volume of 600, it is just a drop in the bucket.