Chapter 1968： Tricky

On the long street, the middle-aged man begged and begged, as was the soldier behind him.

This made Ling Xian smile and confirmed her guess.

His identity is capable, and his mission is to help middle-aged men to defend the city. If he succeeds, he will be able to escape from the illusion, and if he fails, he will be lost.

For him, there was no difficulty at all.

What about the monsters?

Even if you add a woman and others, you can't stop him!

Therefore, Ling Xian smiled brilliantly, and agreed very happy.

"Haha, good, great."

Seeing Ling Xian nodded, the middle-aged man laughed loudly, full of joy.

The same goes for the soldiers behind him.

However, Ling Xian did not smile, or could not smile.

Because of that, the moment he nodded in agreement, his cultivation began to slip, falling from the beginning of the transcendent realm to the peak of the seventh realm.

If that was the case, Ling Xian would be a bit sure to hold the city. After all, not only did he join the Seven Polar Realms, he also surpassed one.

What's terrible is that he is now an ordinary monk, and he has been blocked in both the extreme and beyond.

The current Lingxian, let alone a monster army, can't even beat a woman alone!

"Damn."

Ling Xian was mad, and Xiu Wei fell without saying that even the extreme power was blocked. How did he keep the city?

"With the help of strangers, you will be able to fight off the monsters and survive the crisis!"

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, but Ling Xian shook her head and smiled bitterly.

If it had been before, he would slap down and smash thousands of monsters and beasts into slag. But at this moment, both the seventh monster of the peak of the seventh realm may have killed him.

In this case, what did he use to defend the city?

"Protagonist, it really doesn't work so well."

Ling Xian sighed helplessly.

Defending the city is the task given to him by the illusion, in other words, the only way to escape from the illusion. Even if it was difficult, he had to bite the bullet.

At present, Ling Xian's expression turned solemn, saying: "City master, I don't know how many seventh-level monks are in the city?"

"Ten."

The middle-aged man is clearly visible, and is obviously very satisfied with this figure and very proud.

Your uncle!

What's so proud of this!

Ling Xian was full of black lines and almost did not spit out old blood.

There are thousands of monsters in the seventh realm below the city, and it is no exaggeration to say that even one-tenth of them are enough to settle the city.

"Master, aren't you really teasing me?"

Ling Xian was helpless. When he thought of ten people against Qian Yao, he wanted to hit him.

The illusion is definitely playing him intentionally. How can ten people hold the city against Qian Yao?

"The stranger joked, how could I play with you?"

The middle-aged man frowned, and said, "There are indeed ten seventh-level monks in this city. Without exception, they are all good players."

"Good hand?"

Ling Xianxing's eyes were slightly bright, and she said, "But reached the extreme?"

"The stranger is joking again. The polar world can easily be reached, but the dog has reached three extremes." The middle-aged man smiled proudly.

"This is indeed something to be proud of, but if I'm not mistaken, Linglang should not be among the ten." Ling Xian smiled bitterly.

"The dog is now a fourth-level monk, naturally it is not among the ten." The middle-aged man laughed.

"I knew it would be like this ..."

Ling Xian wanted to cry without tears, completely helpless.

"Different people, I don't know if there is a way to retreat from the enemy?" The middle-aged man said sternly.

"Don't talk first, I'm dizzy and make me slowly."

Ling Xian has a headache, she really doesn't know how to keep the city.

The gap is really too big. One face to face, ten seventh-level monks will be crushed into slag, but one thing is certain, there must be a way.

There will never be an impossible task in the illusion, otherwise, this move is meaningless.

However, Ling Xian couldn't see hope.

His combat power was locked, and the combat power in the city could not be expected. The only thing he could rely on was the formation and runes.

But to change the world's shocking formations, they all need magic and time, and the army of monsters and monsters is already in the city. How can he arrange it?

"Knowing that it will not be desperate, but see no hope."

Ling Xian sighed softly, but did not expect that when she first entered the Netherland, she encountered such a difficult problem.

"Looks like we are on the opposite side."

The woman took a deep look at Ling Xian, which was complicated and difficult to understand.

The situation is very clear, she can only leave the fantasy to break the city, and breaking the city means Lingxian fails.

vice versa.

I have to say that this is a very cruel thing, no matter who wins, the other side will perish forever.

Even if Lingxian and the woman are strangers, they will inevitably suffer.

"Yeah, the opposite side with no room to turn around." Ling Xian sighed softly.

"On Huangquan Road, don't blame me."

The woman shook her head and smiled bitterly, as did the three men.

Only the youth showed a slight smile, although it was very light, it was caught by Ling Xian.

"A narrow-minded generation."

Lingxian secretly appraised, too lazy to care about the young man.

He smiled slightly and said, "You are so sure, you will win?"

"Isn't this a blatant thing?" The woman sighed, and felt win for the first time, and it was kind of pain.

"Is it obvious ..."

Ling Xian murmured, seizing the key, but couldn't think of it for a while.

"Unless you are an extraordinary power, otherwise, how can you stop the monster army?"

"But there are thousands of monsters in the seventh realm. With the power of this city, there is no way to stop them."

The woman didn't ridicule, she didn't joke, she just explained a fact.

"indeed."

Ling Xian sighed for a long time, the situation was too grim, and there was no hope at all.

"I don't want you to die, but I can't help it, please forgive me." The woman gave a deep salute towards Ling Xian.

"Different positions, I understand."

Ling Xian waved her hand, no wonder the woman, only the fantasy.

"Anyway, give me some hope."

With a helpless sigh, Ling Xian was going crazy, she couldn't figure out how to keep the city.

"Well, someone really is a lingo."

"It is said that my identity in the fantasy is the protagonist, and it turns out to be the protagonist. This is really an envy."

"Just don't know, can you protagonist turn the tide?"

The young man chuckled and made it clear that he was gloating.

"To shut up!"

The woman frowned, and the other three men frowned.

"Huh." The young man snorted coldly, hindering the woman, he didn't continue to talk in the wind.

But looking at Ling Xian's gaze was still full of jokes.

"The word narrow-minded really deserves you."

Ling Xian glanced at the youth lightly, and didn't bother to care about such a clown jumping clown.

Now he just wants to find hope and keep the city, otherwise he will be trapped in a fantasy forever.

"So what? It's better than you dead man."

The young man sneered, the effort of speaking, his body faded, and he appeared outside the city.

The same is true of women and others.

This means that the war is about to begin, whether it is life or death, depends on whether Lingxian can turn the tide and hold the city.

"Are you going to start ..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, never before.