Divine beast system, cultivating divine beasts can become stronger

"Little ones, kill them all, burn them all, and steal them all! Not one left! Hahahahaha." A man with a swollen face was riding on a strong horse, waving a four-foot long knife, laughing wildly.

His knife edge was covered with blood, and several heads were hanging from the victory hook connected to the saddle.

These are the heads of the old man.

They were all well-known sages in several nearby mountain villages during their lifetimes.

"Yes." Dozens of men in standard armor responded in unison.

The thieves approached on horseback, narrowing their encirclement bit by bit.

The unarmed villagers had no power to resist, and they were driven together like ducks.

They like this kind of torture before killing.

The villagers panicked, cried, desperate and helpless.

The village chief was carrying a stick wrapped in cloth. Seeing the helplessness of the villagers, he couldn't bear it. After muttering a few words, he took off the cloth strip on the stick, revealing a three-foot long sword .

This sword was the weapon worn by the village chief when he traveled around when he was young.

The village chief held his long sword and stopped retreating, standing where he was, facing the bandits directly.

The leader of the thieves noticed the village chief, and walked up to the village chief. He rode on horseback, condescending, and looked down at the village chief.

The village head is neither humble nor overbearing, standing proudly in front of the horse.

The night wind blew, blowing away the village chief's bun.

Her hair was as silvery as snow, fluttering in the wind.

The village chief cupped his hands and said, "Hero, if you want property and food, you can take it, but please don't hurt the villagers of my village."

The leader of the thieves threw down the torch and set fire to the thatched house beside him. The flames were scorching, reflecting his scarred face.

"I want money, I want food, and I want human life." Said the bandit leader.

"Is there no room for negotiation?" the village head asked.

"No." The bandit leader said.

The village chief was silent for a moment, and said: "I want to fight you one-on-one, if I win, please leave here."

"Duel? Are you worthy? Hahahaha." The leader of the bandits looked up to the sky and laughed. Amidst the laughter, a silver light pressed down, and the four-foot sword in the leader's hand fell down.

"Grandpa!" Lian Lian in the crowd saw this scene and exclaimed.

The light of the knife comes out, and the edge of the knife is approaching.

The village head jumped up suddenly, sideways to avoid the bandit leader's knife.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword was unsheathed.

The sword edge that has been dormant in the scabbard for decades has reappeared.

When the swords met, the two were evenly matched.

The leader of the thieves was astonished, he never expected that an old man would be able to draw with him.

The thieves are just around the corner, ready to massacre the villagers.

The villagers pin all their hopes on the village chief.

During the battle, the village head used a tricky sword and almost cut the cheek of the bandit leader.

The leader of the thieves was furious. He knew that the village chief was not easy. In order to end the battle as soon as possible, he immediately shouted: "Little ones, surround the people here with iron chains, and then burn them to death. Don't let them die too much!" Comfortable."

The thieves removed the chains from the horses.

They waved the chains so that the chains joined together.

Dozens of chains are strung together to form a circle.

As the bandits approached, the chains shrunk, binding all the villagers of Xixia Village together like straw.

Zhang Liehu in the village didn't want to sit still, so he slashed at a bandit with a hunting knife.

Before he could make a move, the bandit stabbed Zhang Orion to death with a spear in his hand. The spear pierced through the top of his head, through his body, pulled his intestines, and emerged from the mouth of the grain.

"No!" The village chief was distracted, and was slashed in the shoulder by the bandit leader's big knife.

One move is defeated, one move is defeated, and the village chief gradually loses to the bandit leader.

The torches are shining brightly, and the kerosene is choking.

The thieves poured fire oil on the villagers, and now as long as there is a spark, they can all be burned to death.

The village chief lay on the ground and tried to stand up several times, but he couldn't do anything.

The bandit leader laughed loudly, got off his horse, stepped on the village chief's back, and was about to cut him off with a big knife.

The village chief closed his eyes and bowed his neck to be killed.

He was powerless.

Lian Lian, who was covered in flames, cried.

"Grandpa, grandpa, stand up...Grandpa..."

Hearing Lian Lian's cries, he opened his eyes, and had the desire to live again.

"Old man, die to me." The bandit leader swung his knife down.

Just at this critical moment, an old dog jumped out of the darkness.

The old dog jumped up and bit the bandit leader's throat.

The leader of the bandits didn't know what it was, and hurriedly backed away to avoid the old dog's bombardment.

The old dog showed its fangs and snapped.

However, how can an ordinary animal beat a fully armed villain?

After seeing clearly that it was a dog, the bandit leader cut off the old dog's hind legs with a single knife.

But the old dog was not afraid of it, it still roared and protected the village chief.

It wants to protect the village chief.

Even if it pays its life, it is willing.

"Bastard!" The bandit leader raised his leg and kicked the old dog away.

After rolling around on the ground for a few times, the old dog stabilized his body and crawled with difficulty on the remaining front legs. A long bloodstain was drawn behind him.

Woow!

The old dog gritted his teeth and climbed up to the village chief again, protecting the village chief behind him.

Its eyes were glaring and bloodshot, as if saying: If you want to hurt the village chief, you have to step over my corpse first!

The leader of the thieves was overwhelmed by the strong will of the old dog, and he did not use the knife for a long time.

The old dog's blood flowed down the ground to the village chief, who cried out in grief, "Who can come and save us!"

At the entrance of Xixia Village, Xiao Zhi, who was running, ran into a panic-stricken Damin.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Zhi asked Damin.

Damin didn't say a word, pushed Xiao Zhi away, and ran out of the village, muttering while running.

"I am the only son of my father, and I still want to continue the blood of our family. I can't die here, I have to go, I have to go..."

Damin ran towards the night like a bereaved dog.

Just now, he returned to the village with the old dog.

Together they witnessed the tragedy of the village chief.

The old dog didn't back down, faced the powerful enemy directly, knowing that he was weak, but still chose to protect the village chief with his life.

But Damin, the son of the village chief, flinched at this time.

He doesn't have the loyalty and courage of the old dog.

He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to be a member of the mountain of corpses.

He chose to leave.

He chose to be a coward.

Because, in his opinion, the brave must die, but the coward can live.

Xiao Zhi didn't realize the danger, and plunged into Xixia Village.

When he arrived at the village, he saw more than 40 well-equipped bandits riding war horses, surrounding the whole village, old and young, and about to start a massacre.

The village chief who couldn't move, the old dog with only half of his body left, and the torch thrown at the crowd.

For a moment, Xiao Zhi's head seemed to explode, and there was a buzzing sound, and everything went blank.

"Heaven, who can come and save us?" The village chief's mournful cry echoed in the night and fire.

The torch fell into the crowd, and the kerosene was instantly ignited, causing countless villagers to scream.

The old dog noticed Xiao Zhi's arrival, it turned its head to stare at Xiao Zhi, and let out a cry of pleading.

It has seen Xiao Zhi release fireballs, and it knows how extraordinary Xiao Zhi is, so it begged Xiao Zhi to help it protect the villagers here.

Xiao Zhi looked at the old dog's eyes full of humanity, and his heart broke instantly.

The thieves also noticed Xiao Zhi.

More than 40 pairs of eyes stared at Xiao Zhi, their bloodthirsty gazes were like ferocious wolves.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Xiao Zhi asked himself.

squeak~

Shushu's voice sounded in Xiao Zhi's arms.

Xiao Zhi suddenly woke up.

I have a system, I am a traverser, I want to fight, I cannot escape!

"Go, Shushu, let me see your ability!" As soon as Xiao Zhi finished speaking, Shushu jumped out of Xiao Zhi's arms.

Its tail was burning with flames, and when it waved its tail, a fireball flew out instantly, flew into the thieves, and exploded.

The power generated by the explosion of the fireball directly knocked the three thieves off their horses, and the flames from the explosion splashed onto their armors, followed the gaps in the armors, ignited their inner garments, and burned their bodies.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhi thought, and a ball of fire condensed in his palm.

Xiao Zhi yelled and threw the fireball at the bandit leader.