Chapter 1129 You Have to Cherish

The latest website: At this moment, Lin Fan's believers are completely using their lives to stop those sea beast believers rushing onto the battleship.

Although the enemy is strong.

Too strong to kill.

However, they can also block these enemies with their bodies!

For, just one second, just one meter!

At this moment, even Ji Long, Zhang Xiaoying and others were releasing their believers to help Lin Fan stop those sea beast believers.

And the god soldiers who were exhausted before, after a short rest, once again used their newly recovered power to fight with those sea beast believers.

bleed.

sacrifice.

At this moment, everything became ordinary.

Everyone knows that if these guys are really put on the battleship, once the battleship is lost, the vast sea of ​​perishing gods will become their burial place!

The only hope is to survive the last 500 meters!

"Hold it!"

"The third child is dead, the fifth child, you come and make up for it!"

People die every second, but no one feels tragic because they only think about living!

As long as you rush to a safe area, you will be considered dead, and at least...someone will survive!

At least it won't be annihilated!

At this moment, everyone was like a madman, fighting with their backs. Situ Jue, the distinguished five-star gold general, even drew out his saber, and fought with those sea beast believers who kept rushing.

"boom!"

Lin Fan's [Three-Claw Heavy Strike] sword once again picked up a sea beast believer who rushed up, and was immediately hit by another sea beast believer, and fell back into the battleship.

"How far away!"

Lin Fan wiped the blood from his face, and shouted to the God of Observation on the watchtower.

"There are still three hundred meters!" The voice of the God of Observation was trembling.

With the current speed of the battleship, it only takes a few seconds to survive.

but.

The voice did not fall.

"boom!"

"boom!"

A battleship suddenly burst into flames!

The fleet connected end to end and was sprinting towards the island with all its strength, slowed down instantly, and even Lin Fan felt his body stop.

"Report to the commander!" An officer trotted over in embarrassment, holding up the walkie-talkie and said, "The engine rooms of all battleships exploded! The power is completely lost!"

"Why..." Situ Jue froze suddenly.

"Those sea beast believers are extremely cunning. Most of them pounce on the battleship, but there are still a small number of them hiding under the sea surface, using their bodies and seaweed to entangle the propellers!"

Situ Jue was stunned.

propeller!

Those sea beast believers, their belief in that giant sea beast is so crazy that they are willing to use their bodies to block the high-speed rotating and extremely sharp propellers!

But the next moment, Situ Jue's eyes suddenly became desperate.

Once the propeller is entangled, once the battleship loses power...

At the same time, all the gods who heard the report showed despair.

They all know what that means.

The moment the engines of those warships lost power, the warships that were galloping and roaring towards the safe area slowed down instantly, and even some sea beast believers were still supporting the battleships on the sea surface, trying to push the battleships back!

The distance of 300 meters that can be crossed in just a few seconds becomes unreachable in an instant!

But Situ Jue is worthy of being a famous general for a long time, and he said loudly: "Let all the gods of the sea, the body of the river and other water gods gather at the stern and use all their divine power to manipulate the sea water! Other divine soldiers, protect the god of the sea! !"

Under Situ Jue's order, the battleship moved forward slowly again, but at a slow speed of one or two meters per second.

And every second, someone dies.

It's a race of speed and death!

Every meter the warship advances is a barrier between life and death!

But no one saw that on this fierce battlefield where everyone was fighting for life and death, a person quietly opened his eyes, his hands trembling slightly.

Protected by everyone behind him, Bai Zhaoyun, who lay beside the dispirited white knight, silently opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him.

Those people are fighting for him.

Those people are fighting for him.

Even if he tried his best, he would protect him and prevent a sea beast believer from rushing into the battleship.

I am the last hope of those people...

but……

The self believed by others is just a clown.

Those sea beast believers are completely irrational things, they are not even afraid of death, once they make a move...

By the time.

I will die too.

And before he died, he was no longer a hero.

Bai Zhaoyun comforted himself in this way, trying not to feel guilty. But looking at the crowd fighting, he suddenly had a doubt in his heart.

After all, what is a hero?

Bai Zhaoyun stared blankly at the bloody crowd in front of him.

He used to think this question was very simple. The word hero means to be high above and enveloping in light.

Bai Zhaoyun, the number one sword god in the eyes of outsiders, is a hero.

It is the last hope in everyone's heart, it is an invincible existence, and it is an existence that can repel powerful enemies every time.

Isn't the first sword god a hero?

Can……

"I'm not a hero." Bai Zhaoyun quietly covered his head, shivering in the corner, "I'm just a clown."

"You believe in the wrong person! Sorry, I'm really not a hero! I'm just a clown!"

"I……"

suddenly.

"boom!"

A heavy object fell in front of Bai Zhaoyun, making a dull sound.

Bai Zhaoyun looked up in astonishment, only to see that a magic soldier was pierced through the chest, his eyes widened in despair, and he was motionless in front of him.

but.

The moment he saw Bai Zhaoyun waking up, the eyes of the dying soldier suddenly burst into light.

That is the light of hope.

Trembling, he grasped Bai Zhaoyun's hand with his blood-stained hand, adoringly and joyfully smiling on his painful face, and his blood-spitting mouth heaved slightly.

Although unable to speak, Bai Zhaoyun knew what he meant.

"Hero, you are awake, great, everyone has..."

"despair!"

Before the silent words were finished, the divine soldier's head suddenly dropped, and he slammed heavily on the deck, motionless and completely out of breath.

Looking at this soldier who fought to the death, and seeing the hopeful eyes of this insignificant little man before he died, Bai Zhaoyun's trembling body suddenly calmed down.

He looked up at the dark night sky, stared at the stars, and let out a foul breath.

What is a hero?

Bai Zhaoyun suddenly smiled.

He has the answer in his heart.

The raging fire gathered into a river, rushed into the earth, and burned away the city in his heart.

At this moment, he, a fake sword god who knew nothing about the way of the sword, suddenly knew what the way of the sword was.

It has nothing to do with sword skills or sword tactics.

Kendo is actually very simple.

Every time you draw your sword, you must have the consciousness of drawing your sword for the last time.

To draw a sword is to decide life and death. There will not be too many opportunities in this world that make you want to give up your life.

But now, this opportunity has come.

Thousands of enemies, drawing the sword is life and death.

Do you dare to draw your sword?

A sword was slowly drawn out of its sheath in his heart. The sword, carved from bone and wood grain, was born after quenching.

That sword was sharper and brighter than the first blade in Lucifer's hand.

He suddenly remembered the appearance of that young man standing in front of him. The immature young man said firmly: "I believe in my senior brother, my senior brother, but the number one sword god!"

If there is only one person in this world who believes in you, are you still a hero?

If this one and only person is also lost, are you doomed to mediocrity?

Do you want to be a hero of one person or a hero of a group of people?

Bai Zhaoyun stood up slowly, as if talking to himself: "I've made up my mind."

Some people will be a legend after all, together with his sword, because the world is so big, only one person regards you as a hero.

You have to cherish.

Bai Zhaoyun looked at the back of the bloody young man and walked forward step by step.

A strong wind blows from the ground.

The vertical and horizontal sword intent shakes the nine seas.