"Stop!"

Lin Yi suddenly screamed, and all Huashan disciples stopped, looking at Lin Yi one by one. The elder Qin is even more stunned. I don’t know why Lin Yi is desperate to hurry and stop for a while.

"What's the matter?" I couldn't help but ask Lin Yi.

Lin Yi is silent, looking at the eyes with a dignified look. If he remembers correctly, the place where the previous Huashan was attacked is here. The look of the alert was swept around and a cold drink: "Draw the sword!"

For a moment, all Huashan disciples looked at Lin Yi with suspicion, but they all listened to the commanding sword. Brush a few times, a long sword forest.

Seeing Lin Yi like this, Qin Elder looks like a condensate, nervously asked: "Yi, do you have an enemy?"

Lin Yi’s eyes glanced around and looked at the woods on the side of the road ahead. His mouth was slightly tilted: “The enemy? There are enemies. And it’s still a demon!”

"What? Devil's people?!" Qin Elder's look shocked, a look of anger: "Is it slipping into my Zhongyuan rivers and lakes, the disappearing group of konjac? Mom pulled a slap, dare to find my Huashan suffocating !"

The elder Qin was obviously furious in his heart. When he came to Lushan, he was on alert and found no such demon. Unexpectedly, he happily returned to Huashan, and this group of magic stockades came to the door, which made him angry.

"Down off! The thorns are smashed!" Lin Yi sighed and ordered.

The Huashan disciples have dismounted, holding swords one by one, arranging a hedgehog formation, and all the swords appear outside, like a fortress with a long sword.

The demon of the woods, watching the disciples of Huashan actually found them, one by one. How did Huashan discover them, they knew nothing about it.

Yang Xiaofeng, the elder of the demon, walked out of the woods with a group of magicians behind him. Walking on the avenue, looking at the Huashan disciple coldly.

"His mother, actually found by Huashan these little rabbits! But it does not matter, give me all to kill, do not escape one person!" Yang Xiaofeng snorted, and then drunk. With a big hand, he ordered all the devils to rush to Huashan.

"Kill!"

One hundred second-rate masters, four hundred third-rate masters, more than five hundred devils, the swords of the swords, the swords of the swords, all took out their weapons, screamed and flocked to Huashan. .

moment. Huashan will be surrounded by a group.

Yang Xiaofeng and another elder elder in the first-class peak, holding his chest in his hands, quietly staying behind and watching.

See the Devils, swarming, and all are the devils who have practiced internal strength. At one glance, the third-rate masters are no less than four hundred, and the second-rate masters are more than one hundred. One by one is agile. Killing the spirit, obviously this is the magical elite!

Can organize a lineup of more than one hundred second-rate masters. This is extremely rare in the late period of the War of the Devil. Unless you attack the martial art war, you will never be so easily.

Lin Yi brows slightly wrinkled, but not panic. Even if he is on Huashan, there are more than 20 disciples. More than 300 disciples in the upper house, in terms of the number of people and the number of masters, are falling behind.

But marching in the march is not as simple as the surface strength. It is the highest level of combat between the two sides, as well as the cooperation between the combatants. In terms of cooperation. Huashan disciples are far superior to this group of elites.

There are many people who are noisy, but there are many masters, but what about it? The team without any organizational discipline, in Lin Yi's view, is a group of rabble.

"Out of the sword!"

Lin Yi coldly screamed, and all Huashan disciples had swords.

Like a sword wall made up of a long sword, the tip of the sword is facing outwards, all of which are stabbed outward. This scene is neat and tidy, just like a huge hedgehog, suddenly opened the long thorns on his body and launched them.

Puff puff!

Many of the demon disciples, when they rushed up, did not respond at all. The Huashan disciples who were being treated with anger were suddenly out of the sword, and even did not even hide from the place. Can't go back, can only hide to the side.

But the stabbing sword is like a sword wall, where to hide?

Blocking one or two swords, but unable to block hundreds of handles of stabbing swords, the closest to the Huashan disciples of the demon, have been stabbed by the sword, one by one was hit hard, fell to the ground.

The Huashan disciple’s long sword was recovered, and it was suddenly a sword and a sword wall.

As long as the people in front of the Huashan disciple were stabbed in the sword, they were stabbed, and they were stabbed in a few swords. If you are lucky, you only stab the arm and get a bit of a trauma. Fell back in horror, but how far can you retreat?

The following demon disciples did not respond at all, one by one, still maintaining the posture of going forward, will rush to the front of the person, to withstand the dead.

Huashan disciple, just out of three swords, there are dozens of demon disciples in the sword, fell to the ground, either died, or lost combat power.

Seeing Huashan disciples want to re-sword, scared all the disciples to retreat, and the look of panic.

Lin Yi looked at the scene, sneered, and the two elders of Qin riding in the battle, standing in the middle of the sword array formed by Huashan disciples, condescending. The sword points to the front: "Go forward!"

Command, all the disciples began to step by step.

Every time you step, the ground vibrates once.

Step on!

Even if the disciples of Huashan did not have a sword, those demon disciples could not help but change their colors and their faces were scared. They have stepped back and dare not go forward.

Those who dared to go forward were also stabbed to death by the sword wall of Huashan disciple.

Whether it is a third-rate master or a second-rate master, the ending is the same. Can block a sword, block a few swords, but can not stop, but also can not escape dozens of hundreds of swords.

There is no suspense. Facing Huashan, this hedgehog sword, the elite of the magical teachings, is nothing but helpless. It is surrounded by death and death. When Huashan disciples step by step, they take a step back.

Looking at this scene, Lin Yi smiled lightly. This group of demon disciples has no war. It is the time to fully charge and let it be frustrated and defeated.

The sword grows up and drank: "All preparations, charge!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Huashan disciples drank, stepped faster, and chased more urgently. Frightened demon disciples, fleeing, and being stunned by the momentum of Huashan disciples, fled and fled. All Huashan disciples, formed a sword array, fully launched the charge and chased up.

In an instant, surrounded by the demon disciples, collapsed.

There is no formation, everyone is mad. Lin Yi smiled lightly, and victory was as simple as that. Before the demon religion has not fully implemented militarization, they are also a group of people. The reason why it is so powerful is that the right people are a group of people.

There is a saying that a person is a dragon, but a group of people is a worm.

This is the true portrayal of the people of the rivers and lakes in the world. If you are alone, these elites are naturally powerful. But once they face the sword array of Huashan, they will be helpless.

It’s not okay to fight, and it’s useless to rush up. It’s forced to come back by a Huashan disciple’s sword wall. Once dodge, back. Will even retreat with the people behind, all with the retreat, this retreat is the whole line of defeat.

In the final analysis, they do not have a unified command and cannot gather their strength.

Fighting, like the street mix, there is no formation.

The big army is against the base, but it is not a street fight. It is more disciplined and more powerful. Let them play where to play, when the sword is out, can be together with the sword.

The smile and the color of Yang Xiaofeng’s face have not yet dissipated, and I still think about **** this group of Huashan disciples, one who does not stay. Suddenly, he discovered that his magical teachings were so sharp that he was inexplicably defeated.

Yes, somehow!

He just looked at his own hands and rushed up, and there was a tragic scream, and then listened to the thunderous pace, his magic is elite, he lost!

The defeat is inexplicable, and the defeat is unreasonable.

One of the demon disciples, without any war, madly withdrew. Finally, in the opposite Huashan disciple's several killings, one by one scared the courage, all collapsed!

Routed!

Yang Xiaofeng's nose almost smashed, and a slap in the face will escape to a magical disciple next to him, to shoot the fly, lively to make his head into a meat, roaring: "Give me a stop, stop!"

Hearing the screams of Yang Xiaofeng's anger, the demon disciples stopped their steps, but they were useless. The Huashan disciples killed the screams and all of them went out of the sword, charged and killed.

One by one can no longer bear, this kind of monstrous momentum, and ran again.

Rout, big defeat!

How can I stop these disciples, Yang Xiaofeng helpless, even more angry. Red-eyed, looking to the side of the elder Wang, Daxie: "Dong Wang, let's go!"

The elder Wang nodded, and the two jumped into the air, such as the arrow of the string, and killed Lin Yi and Qin Elder. In their view, as long as Lin Yi and Qin Elders are killed, this battle can be won.

See the two killed, Lin Yi 瞳 Kong Yisuo, pointing to the elder Wang, to the Qin Elder: "The first-class peak master belongs to Shi Bo!" Then pointed to Yang Xiaofeng said: "This first-class master handed me! ”

"Good!" Qin Elder nodded heavily, his face murderous, pulling the sword out of the sheath, jumping out of the horse, and heading to the elder of the king.

Lin Yi is facing Wu Shouyi on the side: "Wu Shouyi, you come to command!" Then look at Linghufeng: "Let the fox wind look after them!"

Wu Shouyi nodded, and the fox wind waved his hand: "No problem!"

Lin Yi smiled slightly, his face was awe-inspiring, his feet were on the horse's back, the sword was pulled out of the sheath, and he jumped into the air and greeted Yang Xiaofeng.

"Good!"

Yang Xiaofeng yelled aloud, and took a big shot and took a look at Lin Yi’s blade. The internal force broke out, a huge force, and slammed into the long sword.

The two of them played against each other and immediately shook each other and fell to the ground. (To be continued...)