Immortal Space

Just as the two watching the battle were joking vigorously, Wang Hong's men's first round of attack was over.

When the opponent was still in a panic and disorder, the whole team quickly penetrated to the rear to cut off their retreat, and no one dared to block it alone on the way.

After Lin Yun waited for everyone to react, a group of soldiers had already lined up in the rear, and more than forty long spears were thrown at them.

"Everyone, don't panic, spread out, the other party is weaker than us in both cultivation and numbers."

Standing in the crowd, Lin Yun shouted loudly. He was ashamed and angry in his heart. He was caught by surprise by the other party when he was superior in all aspects.

If he kills the poisonous tree with the highest cultivation level in one round, even if he wins this battle, he will be dishonored.

"If everyone has any means, just use it, and then hide it, everyone will not be able to please."

Fighting in the world of cultivating immortals requires guarding against both enemies and teammates, so everyone is used to keeping one hand.

At this time, the crowd didn't care much, and many people used their trump card to kill Wang Hong's side. Although there are still many people paddling in it, it is already in full swing at this time.

Seeing dozens of brilliance flying towards them, Wang Hong, Zhang Chunfeng, and Shouhou all sacrificed top-grade defensive magic weapons.

The defensive masks of the magic weapon are connected together, and Mianqiang can completely protect more than forty people.

Although the soldiers are all wearing a full set of middle-grade armor, in this kind of group battle, once they are attacked by concentrated fire, not to mention the middle-grade magic weapon, even the top-grade magic weapon can't defend against it.

Under the cover of the defensive cover, the soldiers strode forward and charged away.

The attacks of various spells and instruments fell on the defensive cover, causing a burst of bang bang.

This kind of attack is different from the uniformity of Wang Hong's soldiers. They can land on the same point at the same time, forming a joint force and increasing damage.

The attacks of Lin Yun's group were chaotic, with different targets and different timings.

This greatly relieved the defensive pressure on Wang Hong and the others, and the attack by dozens of people was not easy to bear.

Among the three, Thin Monkey has the weakest cultivation level. Originally, he was quite reluctant to use the high-grade magic weapon of the imperial envoy, his face was pale, but now he was attacked, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop bleeding.

The spiritual power in his body had been exhausted, and he had already drank a stomachful of spiritual wine before offering the magic weapon.

The spiritual wine in the belly continuously released spiritual power to replenish the pill.

The thin monkey didn't care about it at this time, squeezed out every trace of spiritual power in his body, and frantically poured it into the magic weapon.

Gradually, the supplementary spiritual power couldn't keep up with the speed of his consumption, his dantian became dry, and the spiritual power vortex in the center of his dantian slowly shrank.

In a short period of time, he has dropped from the fifth level of Qi training to the fourth level of Qi training.

The thin monkey continued to inject the original spiritual power into the magic weapon. The original spiritual power of the monks was obtained through hard work. If the original spiritual power is consumed, the realm will also decline.

He can't care about his own realm now, he doesn't want to see people he is familiar with and close to die in battle.

He was originally the son of a farmer in the north of Chu State. Because of the invasion of Qin State, he wandered around with his parents and lived a life of hunger and food.

Shortly thereafter, he was separated from his parents again and passed out on the side of the road after starving for more than ten days.

He thought his life was over, but when he woke up, he found himself lying in a warm tent with a bowl of steaming meat porridge beside him.

After wandering for many years, he finally felt a kind of warmth and a sense of security that he had never had before.

Then he worked hard, rushed to do big and small jobs, and stayed in the barracks to death.

Afterwards, Wang Hong took him into the personal guards, and everyone in the personal guards saw that he was young, smart and hardworking, and treated him like his own son.

He has also formally integrated into this team, he regards this place as his own home, he is a member of this big family, every time someone dies in battle, he will be sad for a long time.

Therefore, even if his cultivation base is completely useless, he still has to fulfill his responsibility to protect his relatives. He doesn't want to see anyone die in battle again.

Under the cover of the three-person defense mask, the soldiers had already rushed to the enemy, with three teams attacking mainly, and two teams outflanking from the flanks.

At this time, Shouhou's cultivation has dropped to the third level of Qi training, Wang Hong asked him to step down.

At this time, Lin Yun's side was manned, and few people were still actively attacking, and there was no need for overall defense. Wang Hong and Zhang Chunfeng also seemed to be able to defend with ease.

The monks of the Lin family were all summoned temporarily, and they didn't even have basic trust with each other, let alone cooperate with each other.

When soldiers rushed to the front, everyone's reactions and choices were naturally different. There are those who hide and defend, and those who retreat, and those who charge forward only account for a small part.

Moreover, in order to dodge the intensive attacks of throwing guns before, they have all been dispersed.

This also led to a situation in which Wang Hong's subordinates beat more and less people even though they had the upper hand.

The soldiers didn't need to defend themselves. Every time, three or five people, or even eight or nine people besieged one person.

The move is also very simple, several people shoot straight at the same time, so that the opponent has no way to hide and no defense.

Therefore, even though his cultivation base was a little low, he gave full play to the melee advantage of a body-refining cultivator. Under the siege of several people, the efficiency of killing the enemy was extremely high.

This scene greatly exceeded the expectations of the monks watching the battle in the distance.

"Cut, this Lin family monk is too useless. Two people in the late stage of Qi training, and in the middle stage of Qi training in their twenties, there are more than 50 people. With all the advantages, they can still fight like this."

"It's not that they are crippled, but that the opponent is too strong. If you lead the monks of the Qi family, what are your chances of winning?" the monk in white said calmly.

The monk in Tsing Yi thought for a while before saying: "If I bring the same number as the Lin family's monks, I should be able to win."

The monk in white said with a smile: "You mean the one hundred elites of your Qi family. Even if you win, you will suffer heavy losses."

The two families are family friends and know each other well.

"Brother Jiang, these people came from somewhere. I have never heard of such a faction in Qingxu City."

"I have never heard of it, but seeing that its movements are uniform and well-trained, it is obviously not something that can be achieved in a short time.

Its fighting style is more like a mortal army battle. A mortal is not strong enough alone, and more emphasis is placed on collective cooperation.

However, monks have strong personal strength and pay more attention to the improvement of their own strength. Moreover, monks are pursuing the Dao and wanting to be at ease. Who would like to be restrained by the army. "

The words of the young man in white hit the difference between the fighting style of mortals and monks.

At this time, more than half of the monks of the Lin family had been killed or injured on the battlefield, and more than 20 people were released intentionally or unintentionally.

Yin Lang was unlucky, he wasn't on the list of being let go, he had already entered Wang Hong's blacklist, how could he let him escape?

Seeing the soldiers surrounding him, he had already been pierced by several spears before he had time to beg for mercy. He usually likes to plot secretly, but this time he accidentally calculated his own life into it.

Seeing that the general situation was over, Lin Yun wanted to escape several times, but was surrounded by a group of soldiers.

He also thought about surrendering for the time being, but he also understood that this time was clearly designed to be a game against him.

If you want to kill him, it's useless to surrender, you'll be humiliating yourself; if you don't want to kill him, there's no need for him to surrender voluntarily.

"You really dare to kill me, are you not afraid of revenge from my ancestors of the Lin family?" Lin Yun asked Wang Hong loudly.

Wang Hong smiled and said confidently, "I'm waiting for him to come!"

"I understand." Lin Yun understood at this time that the other party had already calculated, and he foolishly led the monks of the Lin family all the way to die.

At this time, Lin Yun felt infinite regret.

I have more than enough time to kill myself, and indirectly killed many monks of the Lin family, and even implicated the ancestors of the family.