"good."

The two seniors' shouts mixed with the cheerful response of Maomao, which made Jia Long feel relieved.

The combat power of three people and one bear is completely guaranteed, so Jia Long is quite relieved.

Four figures, wind swept through the clouds all the way, and with Jia Long's sword technique as the pioneer, they cut through, leaving behind a debris of twisted tree roots on the ground.

They both identified a certain position and spread out to both sides.

Along the way, Jia Long led Mao Mao, with the Longquan sword, which was broken in Jia Long's hand, which was increasingly showing the power of magic weapons and weapons, as the main attack weapon, flattened the roots of the tree stumps forward.

The other road was the old Taoist priest holding an ancient sword that had been used for many years. With the sharpness of the real sword, he led the old monk to work together to cut down the roots of the tree on the other road.

If it goes smoothly, the two routes will cut all the roots of the tree on both sides and then converge at the other end of the stump.

But it must be in a 'smooth' situation.

In fact, how could it go smoothly?

boom--

The old monk held a big iron stick in his hand and knocked it down hard, knocking the root of a tree with the thick waist stretched out from the bottom of a tree stump.

“Huhu——”

The old monk was shaking, with several injuries, and high-intensity battles, which made him at the end of his strength.

The old guy in his hand, the iron stick that had never been bad before, is now as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he feels like he can't move.

He suddenly remembered why he had a gap with the old Taoist.

It has nothing to do with the length of combat effectiveness, but whether the use of heavy weapons is reasonable...

"It seems that he still makes some sense, but I, the old monk, wouldn't fall here before I was exhausted and I wouldn't fall here!"

The old monk struggled to turn the giant iron stick. After a turn, his divine power exploded and then waved toward the next thick tree roots.

But because of the difficulty, his movements became a little slower.

"whee……"

I saw a small figure with a smile behind the next tree root, with blood-red eyes, like a human child, but also like a stubborn monkey.

When the old monk burst out his strength and hit the root of the tree, the tiny figure laughed like a child, and then he jumped flexibly.

Bang-

The old monk swept the iron rod down, and his body was extremely powerful, and he pounded the iron rod on the roots of the tree, smashing it to pieces.

But the extremely flexible figure was movable like a baby, and the monkey-like feet stepped on the old monk's iron stick, and then rushed towards the old monk's cheek along the iron stick.

"not good!"

The old monk was careless and did not notice the strange little animal attacking. It was surprisingly fast and ran to the front of the old monk's arm in a moment.

The sharp claws stretched out eight or nine centimeters of thick nails, which caught the old monk's muscles and pricked the chest, and one claw penetrated into it!

puff.

"evil creature!"

The old monk staggered and let go of the iron stick he held. His slap was like wind and thunder surging. He slapped the head of this monster that looked like a naughty boy and a monkey, and knocked its head to burst and rolled to the distance.

"Monk, what's wrong with you?"

The old Taoist priest who was standing in front of him was very shocked and quickly asked.

"It's okay, you fight."

The old monk's chest was covered in blood, but he waved his hand to indicate that it was not hindered.

The old Taoist priest was also very expert. Although he was surprised, his arms were constantly and his sword skills were extremely sharp, and he cut the roots of the stump monster faster.

There was also a little monster who was as flexible as a baby. He jumped up from the hidden place of the tree roots and launched a surprise attack on him. However, because of his flexible and fast sword skills, he was killed in the air one by one by the old Taoist priest.

"The battle for weapons has finally come to an end..."

The old monk looked at the old Taoist who was exhausted but still had the power to fight, and Weiran sighed.

"Amitabha."

Then, the monk slowly sat cross-legged in the same place, with no sadness or joy, his hands folded, and chanted Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

"Namo Amitabhaya Dotagataya, Dotaya Dotaya Dotaya, Dotaya Dotaya..."

His expression gradually stretched, showing a knowing smile.

And his chanting of the Buddha's name slowly became smaller, and eventually became like a mosquito, and then completely disappeared intovisibility.

The old monk closed his eyes so tightly, as if he was asleep in a normal state of meditation, and he was silent.

Pyr—

Pyr—

Two sword tips, one left and one right, circle around a thirty-meter-diameter giant tree stump, joining together, and working together to cut off a squirming tree root with a thick waist and abdomen of adults.

When the last tree root was cut off, the huge giant stump seemed to have no ability to move anymore, and the giant body trembled. Then, a large amount of fishy red liquid spurted from each rhizome and could no longer move.

"This tree stump monster has so many roots, there are hundreds of main roots, so I'm so exhausted."

Only then did Jia Long have time to apply some fragrance and sweat.

"Where is the inner ties of mao?"

Following the side, Maomao, who had almost done nothing, also learned to wipe her forehead.

I originally thought that the old Taoist master would talk to me for a few words, but Jia Long found that the kind Taoist master had a serious expression at this time and did not respond to Jia Long's words at all.

puff……

He even turned his head and walked back, as if he was not giving Jia Long face.

"Um?"

Jia Long was stunned at first, then as if he had thought of something, his pretty face suddenly turned pale.

She followed the old Taoist priest without saying a word and walked towards the other end of the tree stump together.

Not long after, she and the Taoist senior discovered the old monk who seemed to have entered into meditation in ordinary times, like a truly Taoist monk, and a cross-legged monk.

The blood soaked his chest, and a small claw wound on it that penetrated his heart was vividly remembered.

When she saw this scene, Jia Long felt her chest suddenly shrink, and an indescribable emotion arose from the bottom of her heart.

No breathing anymore.

One of Long Xia’s famous Dinghai Ding Hai Jian, the old monk who had been guarding Long Xia for decades, actually died in battle and passed away here...

Jia Long felt that he had not lost much power in the fierce battle just now, but at this moment he was soft and like noodles, and he couldn't stand firmly.

Buzzing.

At this moment, it was not just her.

Instead of dodging, the drone unswervingly followed Jia Long's footsteps and faithfully recorded the scene of the octogenarian monk passing by cross-legged on the edge of the battlefield, and then conveyed it to everyone in the world...

The death of a super expert is the country where he belongs to, and the whole country needs to mourn.

And for decades, he has made countless military achievements in Longxia, which is equivalent to the death of the old senior Dinghai Shenjian, and it is even more a major event that will tremble in the world.

The Dinghai Shen Needle not only sets the sea of ​​Longxia, but also has the effect of stabilizing the international situation.

In secret, there are many wars in the world, because these two people spoke, either openly or secretly, that disputes and wars have been stopped. In a sense, the two old seniors are the stabilizing needles of the whole world and the life-saving benefactors of countless people.

Wow...

Far away in Long Xia, the troops leaders who looked at this scene through the camera were standing up with tears in their faces.

Then, it is a speechless marching salute.

puff.

The Long Xia politicians all bowed at the same time.

Even senior officials from all walks of life and military leaders, as long as they know the past of Longxia Dinghai Shenjian, have sincerely lowered their heads.

Even though they didn't know what the two Dinghai Shenjian had done in the past, they only knew that they were ordinary netizens of Dinghai Shenjian, at this moment, all the members mourned themselves in grief.

The whole world, for this unknown monk who was over 120 years old, was still sacrificing his life and dying, dragging his aging body to the front line of the battlefield, and finally mourning for the welfare of mankind.

Pu Shu-

The Taoist Master with his back to Jia Long, no one saw his face clearly.

But when Jia Long leaned against the tree stump and felt extremely uncomfortable, he found a few crystal tears rolling at the old Taoist priest's feet.

Yes, the person who is probably the most heartbreaking person in the world is this old Taoist who is known as the "Dinghai Shen Needle" together with the monk.

An elderly man over 100 years old has experienced countless battles, and has not known how many comrades have been sent away. He should not be so easy to have emotional fluctuations.

But senior Taoist, a figure who is like a true immortal, still shed tears for senior monks.

It's not for anything else, just because the two really have a very shallow relationship.
To be continued...