The old monk's wooden staff became heavy.
The heaviness comes from the exhaustion of his physical strength, and from the will of these dead men.
The realm of these dead men is far away from him. The sword intent or the explosive power of the second practitioner who exploded all the true energy in his body when he committed suicide is also because of the old monk's choice. body.
As far as the old monk's body was concerned, the force that could barely leave a mark on his skin was no different from someone hitting him with a spoon.
Just in order to save energy as much as possible, the old monk controlled his own consumption to the extreme, sometimes he would rather bear the damage like a spoon hit when casting a stick, and reduce the output consumption of true energy as much as possible.
It's just that no matter how small an injury is, it is an injury after all.
More fatigue also comes from the high concentration of the spirit.
The purpose of every practitioner who came was not to survive, but to give his own life to the tip of his stick to harvest. The last blow before death was not to worry about his own life and death at all, but to try his best to deal with him. He does damage.
If he doesn't concentrate, then these practitioners who are much lower than his realm, relying on such will, may really cause serious harm to him.
As the wooden staff became heavier, the old monk's skin began to feel hot inside, and his breath gradually became hotter.
On the dark side, the ghostly army had grown thin.
However, the gazes of the practitioners who kept walking to the old monk to die were still calm, even with an incomprehensible sense of indifference.
The only difference is the general who is always at the forefront of the army.
The depths of his eyes were full of confidence at this moment, and there was a kind of fanatical flame shining, like a fire burning under the ice.
Blood was already flowing between his lips and teeth under the black veil.
When the first lieutenant stepped forward to die, his white teeth had already bit his own lip, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
The physical perception of pain doesn't seem to exist at all for him.
He has eyesight that is unmatched by any cultivator. In this thick darkness, he can even see every movement of the old monk clearly.
At this moment, he just watched every attack of the old monk very seriously, every trajectory of the wooden staff walking in the dark.
The time is actually very short.
But the disappearance of strong wills one after another, and the continuous death of living beings with such cold and incomprehensible wills, made the time extraordinarily long.
The number of people behind this headed general is extremely rare, and there are only dozens of people left.
However, all of a sudden, he did not know what shadow was caught in his eyes, and his dark pupils suddenly brightened.
As soon as his body started to move slightly, a sergeant behind him who was about to step out keenly sensed the change in his body's aura and stopped instantly.
Then the leading general began to move.
The tip of the old monk's staff had just withdrawn from the chest of a practitioner.
The blood oozing from the practitioner's heart was instantly frozen by the extreme cold.
The front end of the old monk's wooden stick still maintained a very high temperature due to the rapid flow and friction of the vitality of the heaven and earth, so a few drops of heart blood were still sticky at the tip of the stick.
The sergeants in front of him, or practitioners and dead soldiers are more appropriate to describe...their two hundred corpses are piled up together, even if they cannot be compared with the corpses of thousands of powerful men who fought in Changling back then , but it has also piled up into hills on the ice.
The moving general quickly passed through the icy air, and just as the few drops of sticky blood on the tip of the old monk's staff were about to fall and freeze, the figure of this general appeared in this place. The top of the mountain of corpses.
The old monk suddenly raised his head.
The aura between the strong men cannot be described in words, even though the aura blooming on this general's body at this time seems to be no different from those practitioners he killed before, but he intuitively feels the extreme danger.
Without any hesitation, he took another step forward.
This step is the distance of dozens of steps for ordinary people, directly to the foot of the corpse mountain.
What he stepped out was his right foot, and the moment his right foot fell, a powerful force burst the ice surface which was an unknown number of meters deep. The corpses, including the surrounding snowy corpses that were already like ice sculptures, had all been shaken and flew upwards.
With the power of this step, the old monk's body surged with extremely majestic power, and the tip of his staff made a bang, as if it was carrying the entire hot lake under his feet, falling towards the corpse in the rain. The general stabbed in the past.
The speed of the stick traveling through the space is so fast that the picture of all these things is almost stagnant.
However, the figure of the general flickered between the flying corpses, disappeared instantly, and appeared in front of the old monk again.
A piece of ice suddenly accelerated along his outstretched fingers, enduring the power from him and the surrounding world, and stretched towards the old monk's eyebrows.
The old monk's pupils suddenly shrank.
At this time, his real cultivation base is second only to Yuan Wu, and he has been taught by Ding Ning. Even if Yuan Wu and him strike swords together, it is impossible for him to be as fast as him. The sword will be faster than his staff.
The sharp flow of vitality around the two sides and the dryness in the body clearly reminded him that the other party's general was a true master of the seventh realm, and not an ordinary seven-level general. The most important thing was that the opponent seemed to see through his sword moves , and saw through the state of his body with extreme precision.
His physical exertion was too intense, and his shots at this time were already slower than before.
This general is different from those sent to the dead, he is a rare master.
The general saw through his sword moves.
The superposition of these numbers is enough to defeat him.
There was a bang.
The old monk's left foot also erupted with incredible strength, and it had already been splashed out piece by piece by the shattered ice surface.
The old monk's body receded backwards at a terrifying speed, and the direction of the stick tip in his hand slightly changed.
There were two soft chirps.
Below the neck of the old monk, a penetrating sword wound appeared on his left shoulder.
The general's left palm is protected in front of the eyebrows, and the center of his left palm is completely pierced.
The two clouds of blood mist floated in the air for a moment, then were frozen into red powder by the cold, and fell one after another.
The old monk stomped on the ice with both feet, retreated more than ten steps, and retreated to Ding Ning's body.
The general looked at the old monk, Ding Ning, and Changsun Qianxue indifferently in the air, and his body flew backwards like a flying kite, landing in front of the already small ghost army.
The wooden stick in the old monk's hand fell to the ground, trembling unceasingly.
The hot air and ice flakes on the ground kept flying upwards, as if the entire hot lake was about to fly upwards.
"Who the hell are they?"
The eldest grandson Qianxue took a deep breath, looked at Ding Ning with an extremely dignified expression and asked.
"Not from Chu."
Ding Ning said slowly.
He was the one who told Changsun Qianxue and the old monk earlier that this was from the Great Chu army, and now it is also the one who said it was not from Chu.
However, Changsun Qianxue didn't feel strange about it.
Anyone's judgment will change due to the change of the other party.
"Very strong."
Ding Ning looked at her again, and said something seriously.
The old monk coughed lightly and coughed up some blood. He wanted to pull out the stick stuck under the ice, but Ding Ning looked at him and shook his head. This glacier cannot go back."
The old monk nodded without insisting.
This is a very objective matter. Any cultivator who wants to survive in such a place must consider that his true energy and physical strength can support him so that he can go back and walk out of this road along the way he came. glacier.
He raised his head, followed the air flow formed by the general's fall back through the air, sensing the existence of the general.
The general was also wounded.
But the opponent's injury seemed to be a calculated price.
The opponent still has the power to fight again, and the blow just now was the result that the general had sacrificed so many people in exchange for.
The eldest grandson Qianxue raised her head.
She took a step forward.
She stood proudly in front of the old monk and Ding Ning.
Her pride is not only because she is one of the strongest female cultivators in the world at the moment, but also because she has always lived according to her own wishes and never succumbed to the will of others.
This is real pride.
noble.