Traveler's Comprehension Guide

85 City Head Battle

The accident happened faster than expected, and within a quarter of an hour, some Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn't hold on and had to leave the field and land, or swallowed pills or meditated to recover.

Li Anxian's expression began to change.

A monk's true energy is not conjured out of thin air, that is to say, the energy in this world is also conserved.

The powerful offensive spells in a large area are bound to be accompanied by a large consumption of true energy, but he never thought that the majestic foundation-builder cultivator would not be able to persist for even 10 minutes.

This is still more than a dozen people taking turns to make shots. If there is only one person, can they only defend for three to two minutes?

Wasn't it a joke to be attacked by a group of seafood...well, sea monsters?
However, the facts are more cruel than imagined. The few foundations that have fallen have not been recovered, and some have to be withdrawn. Even Luo Wan turned around and flew back to the temporary cave, swallowing half a pill first, Sitting cross-legged on the ground, exercise energy.

Li Anxian's face turned dark, and he only took half a pill to restore his cultivation base. The co-authors didn't try their best at all, so why did they just leave it here to preserve their strength?
That's right, people are old, treacherous, and slippery. No matter how young the foundation is, it must be decades older. The old cunning and cunning cultivated for decades are not blown out. How could it be possible to exhaust the true energy before thinking of replenishing it?It is sure to be refilled as you use it, and it will always be in top condition!
After another quarter of an hour, there were very few Foundation Establishments still lingering in the air, and one of them was an old man with a gray beard who was particularly persistent.

After Luo Wan finished adjusting her breath, she immediately flew into the sky, holding the flying sword in her hand, chopping horizontally and vertically, chopping down with sword energy in the air, turning over countless sea monsters along the way.

It seems to find that the monks in the city are not able to continue, and the sea monster's attack is even more fierce. Looking around, the sea is full of wriggling darkness, and the corpses piled up under the city are increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, several city gates have passed Submerged under the corpses, after a while, the pile was nearly three feet high, already more than half of the city wall!

The monks in the city saw that the situation was not good, and immediately shot to blow up the pile of corpses. With a loud noise, a gap was blown in the pile of corpses more than three feet high, and countless stumps and broken bones flew away. The broken corpse of the sea monster was fishy and smelly. , like biochemical weapons covering the city.

There were also some corpses flying up to the top of the city. A few inexperienced monks were taken aback, shaking their hands and throwing out the magic talisman held in their palms.

This is a bad thing!

The monks are not a well-disciplined army. When the others saw it, they followed suit and threw it out. The city wall was immediately covered by a rain of runes.

The effect was good, but this sudden accident disrupted the original rhythm.

At this juncture, reprimands will only damage the morale that has been gathered with great difficulty, and the group of Foundation Establishment cultivators can only make mistakes and seize the time to recover their true energy.

At this point, the siege has entered the second stage, Qi training and foundation building take turns to cooperate with each other, repelling the attacks of the sea monsters again and again, but the endless sea monsters can't be killed no matter what, one wave after another, the corpses under the wall Heaped and fried, fried and piled up, I don't know how many times I repeated it.

Not long after, some monks ran out of talismans and could only use spells to top them up.

After a while, the true energy was exhausted again, and he could only recover by swallowing the elixir.

The battle situation was stalemate and became more and more intense. After many monks swallowed the elixir, they didn't have time to use their skills to transform the power of the medicine. They could only slowly digest it while resisting the sea monster.

In order to save real energy, the monks who established the foundation no longer cast spells in the air, but landed on the top of the city, and cast spells again and again.

In terms of individual combat power, any monk pulled out is much stronger than the Kraken, but there are so many monks in the city, and all of them have been in battle since the beginning without replacement.

Although the sea monsters suffered heavy casualties, the most indispensable thing in the sea were low-level monsters. Wave after wave, more and more of them died, and they always maintained a strong offensive.

One after another, the monks were gradually unable to do what they wanted, and the balance of victory began to tilt towards the sea monster. The monster corpses outside the wall piled up more and more, but the foundation building inside the wall was exhausted. The real yuan needed.

But before the demon corpses piled up on the wall, the qi cultivator's spells also stopped, leaving only a few sporadic spells falling outside the wall.

Suddenly losing their suppression, groups of Krakens rebounded strongly. They either climbed or jumped vertically, and even gathered together to stack Arhats, stacking up layer by layer.

On the city wall, there are climbing sea monsters everywhere.

The situation in Ningtao City was over, and Li Anxian could clearly see that several qi cultivators turned around and jumped off the city wall, and rushed towards the cliff like flying, obviously planning to escape from the dangerous situation in this direction. .

Although the remaining qi cultivators haven't escaped yet, they are also hesitant to make a move.

Li Anxian seemed to be poured over his head by a basin of ice water. Could it be that Ningtao City was over like this?

At a critical moment, a Ji Ji suddenly pulled out his sharp long sword, smashed the fleeing Qi training, and rushed towards the monster group with a roar.

The monks holding on to the city wall seemed to have been greatly encouraged, and they all clenched their weapons tightly, and started a dangerous close-up fight with the sea monster that climbed to the top of the city.

No one knows how long it can last, maybe the next second is when the city is broken.

Li Anxian felt as if a big rock was pressing on his heart, he waved his hand to release the green wooden boat, looked at An Yutong and Duan Wenjie: "If you want to leave, you can leave now."

Duan Wenjie was stunned: "Brother?"

Li Anxian took out the spirit stone generator, raised his clothes and pressed it on his dantian, his voice was extremely calm: "I don't want to be a deserter without saying a word, and I don't want to live a life of shame!"

Those monks on the wall at least tried hard, how about him?
Immortal cultivation is going against the sky, and one must have a great opportunity and perseverance to achieve enlightenment. Li Anxian knows very well that if he flees without fighting, even if others don't brand him as a deserter, he will remember it in his heart for the rest of his life. Every year, until the end of life.

Duan Wenjie's face flushed red, and he flashed his flying sword: "Brother, if you don't go, I won't go either..."

Before the words were finished, a group of sea monsters rushed up the city wall and threw down the monks defending the city.

They didn't have the concept of expanding the results of the battle at all, and jumped directly into the city, regardless of the rest of the monks.

Facing the Kraken flooding the city wall like a tide, the monks who chose to stick to it struggled to support, and there was no extra strength to fill the loopholes.

A huge monster crab crossed the city and smashed down half of the houses. With a wave of its two-meter-long claws, it swept down the other half like a bulldozer.

Among the shattered rubble, a little girl with a disheveled face wailed loudly, her tears mixed with the dirt, and a big painted face was smeared.

Complacent, the giant swung his iron pincers towards the little girl who was only three or four years old at most.

(End of this chapter)