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The Final Volume - Legend of Immortals Chapter 192: Borrowing Strength

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    "Ah" finally made his first cry in this dull and quiet battlefield, but it was a scream of severe pain.  The blood of the warrior who had a piece of flesh torn off instantly stained half of his body red. While he was howling miserably, he did not retreat but hugged the mutated monster with almost all his strength.  With his strength, he pressed him tightly in the snow. This was an unfair wrestling. The monster after the mutation was extremely powerful. The strength of the warrior was no match for him. After he firmly pressed the monster,  Naturally, the monster will struggle hard, and I don¡¯t know if it is the side effects of Yang Sheng¡¯s liquid that make the person who takes it become particularly cruel and violent. At this time, I hope that my eyes will be blinded instantly, so that I can not see it.  Such a cruel scene made me wish I could become deaf instantly. Maybe my hearing would not be so good, so I wouldn¡¯t be able to hear the suppressed cries of pain or even the exaggerated sounds of broken bones.  Yes, there is a medical pulse, but whether it is an injury-reversing technique or any other magical technique, it requires time to perform the operation. In such a short moment, if you receive such a heavy injury, even the medical pulse is too late. So,  I could only watch helplessly as the monster¡¯s violent struggle and attack at the warrior¡¯s insistence saw his bones shatter and deform, and his blood almost turned him into a bloody man. I simply couldn¡¯t bear to describe it mentally.  This picture is too painful and painful. At this time, I wish I could transform myself into a warrior on the battlefield, raise my sword and gun, and slash at those monsters. Even though I know this is impossible, after all, on the battlefield  Most of them are monks, and the weapons they can use are limited to sticks and swords. What's the use even if they can use any weapon?  In this level of power duel, the role of weapons is already very limited. Even if it is sharp enough to break through the monster's powerful muscles, it will not cause fatal injuries. Not to mention that under such a huge collision, the weapon is very  It will soon become twisted and deformed into a pile of scrap metal.  By the same token, people on Yang Sheng¡¯s side also know that carrying weapons will not bring about weapons at all, but will become a burden. As for what level this level of power is?  I can't describe it specifically, but someone once described the ancient warriors as being "powerful and powerful". Although this is an exaggeration, if you want to make a comparison here, once the warriors of the cultivators come out, they are probably ordinary warriors like this.  If you wrestle with them, even five of them can't stop it. Therefore, the idea of ??slashing at the enemy can only be a dream. As for guns and cannons, let alone them. After all, guns and cannons require human operation. Under the methods of cultivators, their function is  How limited?  Even if it is released for use, if we use it, Yang Sheng will also use it. At that time, it will be an immeasurable war and the mutual constraints of secular forces are destined to never happen.  I sighed. In this war, there is no other way except to use flesh and blood to forge a line of defense. But the tragedy in my eyes is still going on. The warrior who refuses to let go, I saw his eyes almost blurred, but  He still suppressed the monster tightly with his twisted and deformed hands. The people on the side were determined to save him, but more and more monsters were about to wake up. Everyone had to hold their own position here, and every centimeter of the distance was important.  What must be fought for is the Heavenly Punishment Formation that has not yet taken shape.  That is the backbone of the real attack, but why hasn¡¯t the Heavenly Punishment Formation been drawn yet?  I looked anxiously at the tragedy of the warrior in front of the painting formation, which made me unable to remain calm in my heart. However, the old leader next to me stood there like a stone carving, and the wind and snow touched his eyebrows.  Wiping it away, his eyes only became darker.  I saw most of the painting formation. The marks on my forehead had disappeared. Above the formation, the gray sky began to turn faintly red, and it was as if the dirty snow had been sprinkled with a layer of blood.  , and then dispersed. "We are united as one, and the essence and blood are sacrifices. The will condensed with essence and blood will naturally be declared to heaven." The old leader of Shihua just commented calmly.  What¡¯s the use of telling God?  I don't know now. I'm just surprised why the old leader can still remain calm until now?  "Brother!" In my surprised eyes, a heartbreaking voice sounded on the battlefield. The painful cry seemed to come from the soul. What I suddenly turned my head to see was a cloud of blood suddenly spread out and scratched.  A silent warrior broke through the gray sky, with protruding veins, using his shoulders as the last line of defense, firmly pressing against the monster's chest, but there was still a strong will in his eyes.  But he no longer had an arm. His arm was covered with white and dazzling broken bones. The monster held it in his hand and screamed strangely. The cloud of blood was the proof of the warrior who suddenly tore off his arm and cut through the sky.    People, what makes people endure pain?  It's hope, it's faith, it's perseverance, it's gentle care. At this moment, my hands and feet are cold. I understand the righteousness that this warrior wants to persevere, but I can't face this tragic scene. Next to him, there is someone who looks like him.  An almost identical man was shouting at him in pain. Beside him, there were also several transformed monsters. Judging from the appearance of the two people and the voice of the man shouting, they were brothers. On the battlefield like this,  This place can only be so cruel. Even if you watch it, you will not dare to leave the land you are guarding and cannot let the enemy advance!  "Brother, let me take your place." The painful cry turned into helpless sobs. As he spoke, the younger brother was already walking over.  But I heard a slightly weak but powerful voice coming from the wind: "No, this is the place I want to hold on to. We have to hold on to it. We can't retreat." "Old leader!" I wanted to rush over.  , the secret technique of Lao Li's lineage is so powerful by borrowing the power of the earth, but this secret technique is full of dangers, and the requirements for spiritual sense are too high. Without spiritual sense to accurately control the acupuncture points, people will die.  Otherwise, what if this secret technique is spread?  You don¡¯t know how, but I know how. I really want to rush to the front line of the battlefield, just because that warrior can¡¯t retreat.  "Stand, don't move. This is a battle." The old leader showed extraordinary calmness and persistence at this time, and then turned to me and said, "For once, here, I am the leader."  I understand what he means is here, he is the highest commander, and I must obey him. I know from the bottom of my heart that the old leader is actually right, but I don't understand why my emotions are like this?  The old boss looked at me meaningfully and said, "Chen Chengyi, are you back?" I stood blankly on the big rock, and for a moment I realized that it seemed that I had undergone some kind of change without knowing it.  If it weren't for the old leader's words, I wouldn't have noticed it at all!  But is this issue still important at this time?  Maybe in half a minute, maybe in just a few seconds, that warrior will die. Even though I know there will be sacrifices, I don't want the sacrifices to appear at this moment, or to live well, even if I am seriously injured,  I can accept that too.  "Don't be anxious, justice will be provided by God. Look, it's coming." As he spoke, the old leader pointed lightly. Following his movements, the snowflakes fell gently from his hair. I followed his pointing.  Looking in the direction, I saw the same drop of bright red tears falling from the eyes of the angry-looking Vajra?  Coming!  The eyes that were originally glaring have turned into sad and downcast eyes. The eyes that were originally filled with evil spirits are shedding tears of mercy at this moment. Is this good or bad?  But before I had time to think about it, the originally dull battlefield finally began to boil at this moment. "Borrow strength!"  !  As if there is no price to pay for borrowing strength. Among them, I saw the figure of Uncle Hui standing in the front like a mountain. He also shouted that he would not look back if he borrowed strength. At this time, I saw Hui Gen'er's body.  Trembling slightly!  "Borrow your strength." At this time, the younger brother who called for brother also let out a crazy cry. How could the King of Sorrows be stingy in lending his strength at this time?  In the gray sky, golden streams of light with Buddhist colors flew all over the sky and fell on each of the warriors, instantly blending into their bodies. Behind each person, a small, faint, blurred statue appeared.  The unclear figure of King Kong. "Ah!" The warriors began to shout after gaining power. It was an explosion that had been suppressed for a long time. The most intense collision started from now on.
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