In the Demon Suppression Division: Crimson Words Nurture the Blade, Slaying Demons to Prove the Dao

As the child's innocent voice faded away.

After hearing this song, the people of Xinghua Village became even more determined to die.

When a person truly makes up their mind and prepares to die, their eyes will become very peaceful and serene.

Blood and fire were right before their eyes, and their comrades fell beside them.

The wounds from the destruction of his hometown still throbbed with pain, and the monsters were about to arrive.

At this moment, everyone recalled the wonderful things they had experienced in their daily lives.

Children and grandchildren bring joy to the family, the family is harmonious and reunited, and the fields yield abundant harvests.

There's even the big river behind the village, with the fragrance of rice paddies wafting in the wind on both banks.

When Jiao Xiaoxiao finished singing her song, everyone knew...

It's time to die!

"Brothers, fellow villagers!" Zhang Shouyi shouted, seizing the opportunity, "Today, let us carry our best hopes and expectations, and face our deaths with the most resolute and heroic spirit! From this day forward, the great river is me, the mountains and rivers are me, and the fragrance of rice is me!"

"For the sake of our descendants, brothers, fellow villagers, even if we die, we will stop these beasts here today!!"

Wei Xuanfeng roared, drew his Embroidered Spring Blade, and stood directly on the top of the wall.

"For the sake of future generations!"

The battle between all the soldiers and villagers reached its climax at this moment.

Seeing that the momentum was great, Wei Xuanfeng turned his head and nodded at Zhang Shouyi.

Zhang Shouyi immediately understood, pulled out a small black and white flag from his waist, raised it high above his head, and waved it sharply.

The flag's movement is very simple...

Stand upright, swing horizontally, press down.

That was a signal to prepare for an attack.

Twenty archers on the wall simultaneously drew their powerful bows.

That was a standard iron-rimmed bow issued by the Demon Suppression Division. The bow arm was made of stacked ox sinew and iron plates, making it more than twice as hard as an ordinary hunting bow.

The arrowheads are specially made barbed, with four grooves. Once inside the body, they get stuck at the edge of the wound, making them harder to pull out than to insert.

The swordsmen's hands were steady; the bowstrings were drawn to their fullest extent, and the moonlight shone coldly on the iron arrowheads.

As the beasts drew closer, Zhang Shouyi, seeing that the distance was right, immediately waved a signal.

"shoot!"

Twenty arrows shot out into the air.

The arrows flew with a sharp whistling sound, and when they fell into the monkey demon horde, they cut into the grass like a scalding scythe...

The dozen or so monkey demons in the front row were nailed to the ground, some with their chests pierced and others with their necks pierced. Their bodies were still in a forward-leaning posture as they fell to the ground, the dust and blood splattering around them.

The second volley of arrows followed immediately, and more than a dozen monkey demons fell.

Zhang Shouyi did not pause and waved the black flag again.

"Fire again!"

Another twenty arrows were released from the bow and landed among the wolf demons.

The wolf demons' fur was much thicker than the monkey demons'. The barbed arrows pierced their shoulders, backs, and waists, but most of them failed to penetrate to vital organs. Only six or seven of them staggered and fell after running a few steps.

The remaining wolf demons, with arrows still embedded in their bodies, continued to charge forward, blood flowing down the arrow shafts and leaving broken red streaks on the ground.

Two volleys of arrows killed seventy or eighty demonic beasts, mainly monkey demons.

But compared to the ever-surging black tide that continues to rise across the entire hillside, it's a drop in the ocean...

As the monsters fell, the vacancies were immediately filled by those behind them.

New monsters continued to emerge from the distant woods, their green eyes merging together like fireflies in the darkness.

……

Two volleys of arrows rained down, before the archers could even fire a third volley.

The Xuanlan wolf demon, leading the charge, had already reached Wei Xuanfeng.

Wei Xuanfeng took a step forward, his Embroidered Spring Blade slashing horizontally. The pale blue blade energy sliced ​​through the night, and the leaping wolf demon was cut in two in mid-air. Its upper body flew over the wall and crashed onto the muddy ground inside, while its lower body fell back outside the wall.

With the death of the first wolf demon, the battle officially began.

Countless monsters crashed against the walls of Xinghua Village like waves.

Bamboo thorns at the base of the wall pierced the thighs of more than a dozen monkey demons, but they howled as they pulled them out and continued climbing.

The hunter's snare tripped three iron-hoofed deer demons, and the wolf demons behind them trampled over their backs, turning the fallen deer demons into a bloody pulp.

The alleyway barrier made of door panels was dug deep by the wolf demons' claws. Swordsmen thrust spears through the gaps, piercing the bellies of several wolf demons, but they were quickly dragged away by the spear shafts by the following beasts...

……

Wei Xuanfeng did not sit idly by and wait for his death, but instead adopted a passive defensive stance.

Instead, they took the initiative!

His target was a general-level monster mixed in with the monsters!

These were larger, with thicker fur, and stood at the rear, hissing and giving orders.

To catch the thieves, first catch their leader; if you don't kill them, the wall will never stand.

The moment he landed, three wolf demons pounced on him at the same time.

He didn't dodge. He pushed off with his feet and leaped into the air. He lightly touched the top of a wolf demon's head with his toes and used the momentum to leap forward half a zhang. He twisted his body in mid-air, and his embroidered spring knife drew a semi-circular blade of light, severing the throats of six demon beasts at the root.

Blood mist gushed out from the broken end, resembling a red rain under the moonlight.

Wei Xuanfeng plunged into the depths of the beast horde, unleashing a powerful burst of sword energy.

Wherever the blade flashed, severed limbs and the heads of monsters flew into the air.

A monkey demon pounced from the side. Before he could turn his blade back, he dodged to the side, grabbed the monkey demon's wrist with his left hand and used the force to throw it to the other side. At the same time, he used his waist and hips to cleave the neck of the wolf demon that was attacking from behind.

The demonic beasts at the servant level were like paper in front of him, one by one with a single slash, and he carved a narrow path of blood.

A demon general-level Iron-hoofed Deer Demon charged from behind the herd, head down, its three-pronged antlers aimed at his chest like three steel forks.

Wei Xuanfeng did not block it head-on. He sidestepped the deer antlers, took a step to the side, and slashed the deer demon's neck with his embroidered spring knife.

The blade cut into the flesh with almost no resistance, and the deer demon continued to rush forward three steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

As he killed more and more monsters, Wei Xuanfeng could feel his physical strength decreasing.

He kills quickly, but he also exhausts his resources quickly.

Each strike requires internal force to propel the blade's energy, and each strike must precisely target vital points.

Monsters kept attacking from behind and sides. He used his peripheral vision to judge the distance and relied on his body's instincts to block and dodge...

Three claw marks were already visible on his boots, and a tear was found in the sleeve of his left arm, from which blood seeped out and felt cold in the night wind.

But he can't stop.

"System, once you've saved up enough points for one lottery draw, draw it immediately."

As one monster after another fell, a series of terms echoed in his mind.

Although most of the entries are white, the increase in value is only a few points.

However, any improvement you can make in this continuous battle is of great help to you!

His gaze locked onto a monkey demon deep within the herd, whose size was noticeably larger than those around it.

The monkey demon did not participate in the attack; it simply squatted on the ruins of a broken wall, surrounded by a dozen or so guards.

It is a demon general, and it seems to be one of the command centers of this beast tide.

Wei Xuanfeng suddenly accelerated and charged towards the monkey demon.

He cleaved a gap in the monsters along the way, and in seven steps he reached the bottom of the broken wall. The monkey demon pounced down from the top of the wall, its monkey claws carrying a sharp burst of energy aimed straight at his head.

Wei Xuanfeng did not dodge; he went straight to meet the attack, and the Embroidered Spring Blade clashed with the monkey's claws three times in a very short distance.

On the third collision, his blade slid down the monkey demon's arm, the blade energy slicing through its wrist, then slashing upwards in the same arc, splitting its jaw.

The monkey demon's body froze in mid-air for a moment, then crashed to the ground like a bag of sand.

The surrounding monsters took two steps back. Zhang Shouyi, standing on the wall, saw that after the flash of the blade, a small patch of ground suddenly appeared near that spot.

He immediately shouted behind him, "One of the demon generals is dead! Push the torches!"

The old women squatted behind the wall, having already wrapped oil-soaked strips of cloth around the wooden sticks.

Upon hearing Zhang Shouyi's roar, they lit torches with fire tinder. The torches, as thick as their forearms, roared to life and were passed up the wall in succession, before being hurled by the soldiers towards the horde of monsters outside.

The torch fell into the herd of beasts, the flames licking the dry fur of the monkey demons, and several monkey demons, their bodies ablaze, screamed and rolled on the ground.

The horde of monsters stirred for a while, and their attack slowed down.

A low cheer rose from the top of the wall.

Wei Xuanfeng stood on the temporarily cleared ground, holding the Embroidered Spring Blade horizontally in front of him, panting heavily.

He was covered in blood, some of his own and some of that of demonic beasts. His boots sank half an inch into the mud, a sticky mixture of blood and mud.

He looked up and around; in the darkness in the distance, countless green eyes were floating, too many to count.

But at that moment, the beast horde's attack did indeed pause.

Taking advantage of the moment, the soldiers on the wall dragged their wounded comrade down and pushed the tilted door back into place.

The villagers below the wall poured water from their water vats onto the burning weeds at the base of the wall, then handed over newly made torches...

The night was still dark, but they managed to catch their breath.