Flying swords are an important component of a cultivator's strength. Most people are very cautious when using flying swords.
Until the sun sets, and the sky and the earth are dim, the war still continues, but the intensity has reduced; cultivators are also human beings, and they will eventually get tired.
Zhang Hao was also ready to retreat. He just came to see the war situation in this world and be aware of it.
I walked down the city wall with my senior brother Feng Zhiling, and saw thousands of soldiers wailing on the ground below the city. In war, there are inevitably casualties. The dead are just that, but the injured, especially the seriously injured but not fatal ones,
You will suffer.
The vitality of cultivators is very strong. As long as their heads are not chopped off or their hearts are pierced, most of them will not die. And this also increases their pain.
Zhang Hao saw a soldier with three arm-thick crossbow bolts pierced through his chest. He couldn't lie down at all and was held up by two soldiers, roaring in a low voice.
There is a feather behind the crossbow bolt and an arrow in the front. If you want to pull it out... it will not be easy.
However, cultivators also have their own treatment methods. A master from the Nascent Soul Stage came over, took out his flying sword, and cut off the crossbow arrow with a clang. Someone behind him immediately pulled out the crossbow arrow.
In the Nascent Soul stage, he immediately used magic to seal the wound, and then asked the injured person to take the elixir, which was considered to be cured. The rest should be cultivated by oneself.
Zhang Hao blinked stupidly. If treatment was like this in another world, every doctor would be criticized. At least you would have to disinfect it. But here, it seems to be like this.
Zhang Hao did not leave, but took Feng Zhiling with him and came forward to ask if he needed help.
The leading Nascent Soul Stage master looked at Zhang Hao, then at Feng Zhiling, pointed at Feng Zhiling and said: "He can help. You... practice hard. With your cultivation, you can't even cut crossbow arrows."
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Zhang Hao silently took out his flying sword and cut off the crossbow bolt on the soldier next to him with one strike. The flying sword was so sharp that the soldier didn't even feel the pain.
The Nascent Soul master blinked and his eyes gradually focused on Zhang Hao's flying sword, "Can I take a look at your flying sword?"
"This is the sword of the Xuanzhen Sect." Zhang Hao said and took back the flying sword.
The other party turned around and walked forward: "You can save people. But you can only save people on this side. Don't go over and cause trouble for those on the other side. Come, I'll teach you."
Although these people were seriously injured, their foundations were not damaged and they were not disabled, so just remove the weapons from their bodies."
the other side?
Zhang Hao looked up and saw that the injured were divided into different areas; the area he was in was relatively good.
Zhang Hao was busy here for a while, and then slowly approached the other side; he was here to learn, and helping was just a convenience.
The injuries in the second area were serious. It can't be described as miserable. Some had severed hands and feet, some even had their spines pierced, some had their chests almost cut open, and some had arrows stuck in their necks.
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In particular, injuries to the spine are the most miserable. The spine is very important. In addition to the spinal cord, it also has the ‘Government Vessel’. If the spine is damaged, even a cultivator will find it difficult to completely repair it.
Cultivators are, after all, humans, not immortals. Although they are powerful, they are not omnipotent.
Zhang Hao was still observing, when suddenly someone shouted: "Fairy Zhou is here, Fairy Zhou is here, everyone is quiet."
Fairy Zhou?
Zhang Hao became interested.
In the dim light, a spotless, concise and capable figure walked forward; wherever he passed, the injured soldiers stopped wailing and tried their best to show their bravery.