Chapter 3012: Reincarnation as a Flower Farmer

ong said with a proud expression: "You're not really worth us making a special trip for, but this time we happened to be touring Jiangnan City and came by to assess you. We hope you don't disappoint u...On the Chinese side, they fought bravely despite their imminent peril. However, the disparity in strength was too great; as soon as the battle commenced, they suffered heavy casualties.

More than ten disciples of the Iron Knife Sect fell to the ground, blood staining the yellow sand beneath their feet.

Even in death, they remained unwavering. They died outside the three poplar trees, and the three powerful figures from the West failed to take a single step into China.

The Three Ghosts Sect was also in the same predicament. They were skilled in exorcism, but unfortunately, they faced the three divine saints of the Divine Court.

All sorts of spells were unleashed, but they were effortlessly dispelled, leaving only a desperate hand-to-hand combat as the final outcome.

"You evil creatures, die!"

A paladin's holy sword flashed, cleaving through Yin Jiuzhu's arm in a single strike.

At this moment, Yin Jiuzhu was like a madman. He disregarded his own injuries and plunged a black short knife in the holy knight's right arm with his left hand.

"Hehehe, even if I die, I won't let you get away with this!"

Yin Jiuzhu let out a cold snort, revealing teeth stained with blood.

The paladin, caught off guard, was struck by a blade. Though he quickly healed the wound with Divine Favor, anger burned within him nonetheless.

The holy light sword in his hand slashed again, severing Yin Jiuzhu's other arm.

I thought everything was over, but unexpectedly, the other party kicked him hard in the stomach.

"Damn it, damn it all!"

The holy knight was almost driven to madness, he never expected the opponent to be so powerful.

His hand flashed with sword light again, directly severing both of the opponent's legs.

To his utter shock, Yin Jiu Zhu, despite having all his limbs severed, showed no sign of giving up. The remaining part of his body soared into the air, opened his mouth wide and lunged towards his ear, his eyes radiating an intense, bone-chilling hatred.

"Ah!"

This holy knight had only recently been promoted in rank and hadn't experienced any brutal battles yet. He was completely overwhelmed at this moment, having his entire ear ripped off.

The opponent's strength was far inferior to his own, but the ferocity in their eyes was truly chilling.

"I don't believe you can kill me!"

The holy light sword in his hand plunged directly into Yin Jiuzhu's chest, then swung again, severing the opponent's head.

A head soared high, blood staining the yellow sand, and everyone thought the battle was over.

But Yin Jiu Zhu was originally a cultivator of the Ghost Dao, even if his head fell off, he didn't die immediately.

The skull in mid-air charged at the paladin once more, spewing a mouthful of blood onto his face before bursting into laughter.

"Even if I die, I will curse you all with blood! You barbarians dare to lay your hands on my China You'll die a far worse death than me!"

The holy knight was practically beside himself with rage. He had been in complete control of the situation, and yet now he found himself in such a sorry state.

The holy light cross sword in his hand swung out again, beheading Yin Jiuzhu and sending his head flying into a shower of pieces.

Until this moment, the battle was finally over. But Yin Jiu Zhu's ferocity just now had been imprinted on everyone's hearts, making them feel a chill just thinking about it.

All the Chinese people beside were in a fierce battle and couldn't take care of this side at all.

The Taoist priest Chingyang fought against a vampire Duke. The opponent's physical strength was formidable, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

The Grand Duke held absolute advantage, snatching his hand and directly thrusting it into Qing Yang Daochang's left chest.

And at this moment, Qingyang Daochang's mouth curved into a smile. Then with a flip of his wrist, a foot-long peachwood sword was thrust viciously into the Duke's heart.

"Ah!"

The Vampire Duke let out a terrifying shriek. Normally, it would be extremely difficult to kill him, but Daoist Qingyang used a desperate gambit, stabbing his heart with a sword.

"Hahaha, you want to defy my China Even if I die, I'll take you with me!"

Qingyang Daochang burst into laughter, a mouthful of blood spurting out.

He turned his head to look around, and found that everyone from before was lying in a pool of blood. The only one still standing was the monk Bujie, but he was covered in blood from head to toe, obviously seriously injured.

"Monk, I shall take my leave first. The only regret in my life is dying outside of China. If you have the chance, please bring me back to that side..."

At this point, he raised his finger towards China, his eyes filled with endless sadness and longing. Then, with a thud, he collapsed to the ground, his breath gone.

"Bull nose!"

Master Bujie and Daoist Qingyang were close friends. Their decades-long friendship, now facing the death of a dear friend, filled their hearts with unbearable grief.

He limped over, dragging his right leg, a wound on his thigh as long as a foot, deep to the bone.

The fighting has now ceased. Seeing that the battle was decided, members of the three major factions all stopped fighting and did not continue their attacks.

Master Bujie, arriving before Changsheng of Qinyang Dao, trembled and stretched out his bloody hand to grasp his arm, intending to embrace him.

But now that he was injured, he felt completely drained of energy. In the end, he could only slowly drag himself towards the three poplar trees.

He knew his ending was inevitable, a death with no escape. So he wanted to fulfill his old friend's last wish, to die together on the land of China.

"Want to go back I'd rather you didn't!"

The paladin had just wiped the blood from his face, his heart filled with rage. With a swing of his Holy Light Knight Sword, he severed the right leg of the Monk Bujie completely.

Having lost his right leg, the monk, Daoist Priest not a word escaped his lips, but beads of sweat covered his bald head, obviously in excruciating pain.

He didn't look back, only extending his left hand to grasp his severed thigh. His right hand still dragged the Qingyang Daoist, and with his remaining left leg, he hopped toward the three poplar trees.

Two people moved forward slowly, inch by inch. Blood flowed behind them like a river, leaving streaks of crimson.

This scene was truly horrific. Everyone behind him looked on in shock, some even softening their hearts and turning away, unable to bear the sight any longer.

Everyone is curious about what force is sustaining these two people and why they insist on dying on the other side of those three trees

They are not Chinese, nor do they understand the Chinese spirit. They completely fail to grasp the persistence in the heart of Master Bujie.

"How long do you think you can hold out!"

The Holy Knight struck again, severing the last remaining leg of the monk Unjie. The monk fell heavily to the ground, collapsing beside Qingyang Daochang, gasping for breath.

He remained silent, dropping the right leg from his grasp. His left hand, covered in blood, clung to the yellow sand, while his right gripped Dao Chang Qingyang, continuing to inch forward.

This process is just too difficult, even though I'm giving it my all and have only moved a few centimeters forward.

But the monk, refusing to give up, remained as persistent as ever. His bloodshot eyes stared at the Chinese sky, his hands ceaselessly working away.

"Damn you, I'll cut off your head and see how you get back!"

Although the monk Unshaved didn't even glance back, the Paladin still felt deeply humiliated.

He once again raised the holy light cross sword in his hand, the blade pointed at Shijue's head.

(Everything that could be written with sadness has already been said, the next chapter will take a turn.)und of destruction cannons roared again, and several shells landed on Mount Beikong.Ye Bufan's shells were not fired randomly, each had its own purpose. Three shells exploded in succession around Fang...