The Chinese side are not afraid of death, but the difference in strength is really too big, and they suffer heavy casualties as soon as they fight.
A dozen disciples of the Iron Blade Sect fell on the spot one by one, their blood dyeing the yellow sand under their feet red.
But even if they die, they still won't give in. They died outside three poplar trees, and the three major snobs in the West have not been able to step into China.
The same is true for the Three Ghost Sect. They are good at exorcising ghosts, but unfortunately they are facing the three holy knights of Shenting.
Various spells were released, but they were easily defeated, and in the end they could only fight to the death.
"You evil creatures, go to hell!"
The holy cross sword in the hand of a holy knight flashed with light, directly cutting off one of Yin Jiuzhu's arms.
But at this moment, Yin Jiuzhu seemed to be crazy, without caring about his own injuries, and stabbed the holy knight's right arm with a black short knife in his left hand.
"Hehehe, even if I die, I won't make it easy for you!"
Yin Jiuzhu sneered, revealing his teeth stained with blood.
"Despicable creature, damn it!"
The Holy Knight was carelessly stabbed by the opponent. Although he quickly healed the wound with divine healing, he was still extremely angry in his heart.
The Holy Light Cross Sword in his hand was slashed out again, cutting Yin Jiuzhu's other arm to the ground.
He thought everything was over, but he didn't expect the other party to kick him out and hit him hard in the abdomen.
"Damn, damn it!"
This holy knight was so angry that he didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful.
The sword light flashed in his hand again and he cut off both of the opponent's legs.
But what he never expected was that Yin Jiuzhu, whose limbs were severed, did not give up the attack at all. The remaining body flew into the air, opened his mouth and bit his ear, with deep-seated hatred in his eyes.
"ah!"
This holy knight had just been promoted to cultivation not long ago and had never experienced a cruel battle. At this moment, he was completely blinded and had half of his ear torn off.
The opponent's strength is far inferior to his own, but his ruthlessness is indeed frightening.
"I don't believe I can't kill you!"
The Holy Light Cross Sword in his hand was inserted directly into Yin Jiuzhu's heart, and then he swung it again, cutting off the opponent's head.
A head flew high into the air, filled with blood and filled with yellow sand. Everyone thought the battle was over.
But Yin Jiuzhu was originally a practitioner of the ghost way, so even though his head fell off, he did not die immediately.
The head in mid-air rushed towards the Holy Knight again, spraying a mouthful of blood on his face, and then laughed.
"Even if I die, I will spray your blood all over my body. Even if you barbarians want to invade China, sooner or later you will die even more miserably than me!"
The holy knight was going crazy. He originally had the absolute upper hand, but ended up in such a mess.
The Holy Light Cross Sword in his hand swung out again, cutting Yin Jiuzhu's head into pieces all over the sky.
The battle was not over until this moment, but Yin Jiuzhu's fierceness just now was engraved in everyone's heart, making them shudder even thinking about it.
Everyone in Huaxia next to them was in the midst of a bitter battle and couldn't care less.
Taoist Priest Qingyang fought against a vampire grand duke. The opponent's physical strength forced him to retreat continuously.
"Stupid Chinese, let me taste if your heart is delicious!"
The Grand Duke had an absolute advantage, grabbed it and inserted it directly into Taoist Priest Qingyang's left chest.
At this moment, a smile appeared on Taoist Priest Qingyang's lips, and then he flipped his wrist, and a foot-long mahogany sword was fiercely inserted into the heart of the Grand Duke.
"ah!"
The Grand Duke of Vampire let out a shrill howl. Normally, it would not be easy to kill him, but Taoist Priest Qingyang adopted a life-threatening strategy and directly pierced his heart with a sword.
"Hahaha, if you want to offend China, I will be buried with you even if you die!"
Taoist Priest Qingyang laughed loudly and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
He turned around and looked around, and found that everyone before him had fallen into a pool of blood. The only one still standing there was Monk Bujie, but he was also covered in blood at this moment, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
"Monk, I'm going to take the first step. My only regret in this life is that I died outside China. If you have the chance, you must take me back to that side..."
Having said this, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction of China, his eyes filled with endless sadness and nostalgia, and then he fell to the ground with a plop, losing all breath.
"Ox nose!"
Monk Bujie and Taoist Master Qingyang are close friends. They have been friends for decades. Now that they see their old friend die in front of their eyes, they can't help but feel sad.
He dragged his right leg and walked over slowly. There was a foot-long wound on his thigh, and the bone was deep enough.
The fighting at this moment has stopped. Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, the three major forces stopped in unison and did not continue to attack.
Monk Bujie came to Taoist Priest Qingyang, tremblingly stretched out his big blood-covered hands to grab his arm, originally wanting to hug him.
But he was injured in several ways now, and he was completely helpless. In the end, he could only slowly drag himself towards the three poplar trees.
He knew that he would eventually die, so he wanted to fulfill his old friend's last wish and die together in the land of China.
"Do you want to go back? I won't let you do that!"
The Holy Knight had just wiped the blood off his face, and with his heart full of rage, he swung out the Holy Light Knight Sword in his hand, and immediately cut off the monk Bujie's right leg completely.
Having lost his right leg, Monk Bujie did not make a sound, but his bald head was covered in cold sweat. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain.
He did not look back, but stretched out his left hand to grab his severed thigh. His right hand still dragged Taoist Qingyang, and he used his remaining left leg to jump towards the three poplar trees.
The two people moved forward inch by inch at a very slow pace. Blood flowed behind them, leaving behind streaks of bright red blood.
This scene was so tragic that everyone behind him looked horrified, and some even turned away because they couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
Everyone was curious, what kind of power supported the two people, and why did they have to die on the other side of the three trees?
They are not Chinese, do not understand the Chinese soul, and cannot understand the persistence in the heart of the monk Bujie.
"Let's see how long you can last!"
The holy knight slashed out with his sword again, and Monk Bujie's remaining left leg was broken off. He fell heavily to the ground, lying next to Taoist Master Qingyang, gasping for air.
He still didn't say anything, and dropped the right leg in his hand. His left hand, which was covered in blood, scratched the yellow sand on the ground. He grabbed Taoist Priest Qingyang with his right hand and continued to move his body forward.
It's just that this process was too difficult, and even though I tried my best, I could only move forward a few centimeters.
But Monk Bujie did not give up, he was still so persistent, his blood-red eyes looked at the Chinese sky, and his hands kept working hard.
"Damn it, I'll cut off your head and see how you go back!"
Although Monk Bujie did not even look back, the Holy Knight still felt that he had been greatly humiliated.
He raised the Holy Light Cross Sword in his hand again, and the sword light pointed at Monk Bujie's head.
(I have tried my best to write about all the sadness I wanted to write. The next chapter will reverse it.)
