I shouted loudly, grabbed the willow sword first and rushed out!
Beside me, there are two mountain guardian elders, Yun Tian Yunyue. At this time, the enemy is facing them, and they don't dare to relax. They each use their own special skills to blast towards the zombies in front...
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On the other side, Uncle Quan, Monk Hua, and Deng Youde also rushed out right behind them. Without any reservations, they directly mashed the Ghost Horn Clan blocking the way in front of them with every move and punch.
What made me feel warm was Yisong and the expressionless Liangpi.
Yisong was on the left and Liangpi was on the right. The two of them followed me closely, one on the left and the other on the right to protect me. I was holding a willow sword. With my hands raised, the demons and ghosts that came one after another fell to the ground.
Blood splattered three feet...
"Disciples of Maoshan, we would rather die than retreat. Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed immediately by the supervising team!" I shouted loudly.
A group of Maoshan disciples behind him also shouted in unison: "Maoshan disciples, would rather die than retreat, kill!!"
In an instant, everyone in the mountain stream rushed out. Even Mu Qing, who had just recovered from a serious injury, stood up with her weak body, raised her hands and feet, and threw out a series of waterfall-like sleeves.
Towards the attacking enemy...
There was a loud killing sound outside the mountain stream. As soon as we all rushed out, the enemies outside also rushed up and surrounded us all at once!
But under such heavy siege, I led the Maoshan disciples to fight more and more bravely. The willow sword in my hand never stopped, and every time the sword fell, it would bring out several streams of blood!
And the Maoshan disciples behind me were even more furious. They all used their special skills one by one. All kinds of yellow talismans flew everywhere, even the peach wood sword and the copper coin sword.
The enemy's body flew back and forth between the hands of the Maoshan Taoist priests...
In the battle between the two armies, in addition to the advantage in military strength, there is another huge influencing factor, and that is morale!
If morale is not used properly, no matter how many people there are, the defeat may be certain!
But if it can be used properly, even if the number of people is not dominant, it can still have the effect of bringing the dead back to life!
But now, in this situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak, the people on my side become more and more courageous as they fight. After a while, we, who are at a numerical disadvantage, are actually suppressing the coalition forces from the Ghost Horn tribe...
On the battlefield, a Maoshan disciple slashed the peach wood sword in his hand at a member of the Ghost Horn Tribe who was covered in scales, and immediately opened a huge bloody gash on the Ghost Horn Tribe member's body. For a moment, the Ghost Horn Tribe member
The members of the Horn Clan were all bloody and wailing!
But before the Maoshan disciple had time to breathe a sigh of relief, his face turned pale and a mouthful of blood spat out from the corner of his mouth!
Behind him, I don't know when, there was another member of the Ghost Horn Clan, and it suddenly passed through the body of the Maoshan disciple with its arm as hard as iron!
"Senior Brother Ichiliu!"
The Taoist priest Yisong next to me rushed over, and with a roar, he sent the peach wood sword in his hand directly into the head of the Ghost Horn clan member who was proudly killing a Maoshan disciple!
Suddenly, the head of the Ghost Horn Clan member sprayed out a stream of red and white stuff, adding a strong smell of blood to the surrounding air!
The red and white things splashed on Taoist Yisong's clothes, but Taoist Yisong didn't care at all. He rushed over and helped senior brother Yiliu, who was swaying and about to fall to the ground!
"Senior Brother Yiliu, how are you?" Yisong asked hurriedly.
I saw Taoist Ichiyanagi, whom I had met a few times and had a good impression of, and his face was extremely pale, and his pupils were dilated and dilated... After he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he was holding on to Taoist Ichimatsu before he died.
He held his hand and said with difficulty: "Junior brother, kill a few more enemies for me, eliminate demons and defend the way..."
"Senior Brother Ichiyanagi!!" Yisong roared up to the sky, and could only watch helplessly as this senior brother who had cared for and loved him since childhood left him like this!
I saw this scene in my eyes, and my heart couldn't help but twitch!
But at this time, I also clearly saw that there were many people like Yiliu and Yisong on the battlefield. Many of the originally lively lives had disappeared at this moment, leaving behind only a cold corpse and body.
The angry roars of the companions nearby!
Taoist Yisong put Yiliu's body away, grabbed his peach wood sword, and charged into the nearest enemy...
The situation on the field has become extremely chaotic, and the two parties, whose numbers were originally very different, are actually fighting inextricably.
The Maoshan disciples here are taking the lead to break out of the encirclement, and the others behind are also not idle.
Various machine puppets of the Xueluo clan were also dispatched one after another. Their bodies were as stiff as iron and they withstood many enemy attacks...
There are also several Laoshan disciples led by the old Laoshan Taoist priests, who are also furious at the moment. Although there are many of them, they cooperate with each other with great tacit understanding and familiarity. They form small formations in small groups and take turns.
Killing the surrounding enemies.
The dead soldiers led by the female ghost general were fighting with enemies such as zombies. However, under the leadership of the female ghost general, the dead soldiers also exerted great attack power, not only resisting
The crazy attacks of the zombies also caused effective damage, killing the zombies one by one...
As for the supervising team led by Elder Tou Yunshan in the end, they were unable to catch a single person who escaped before the battle, so that when they got to the back, they also threw themselves into the battle, trying their best to help the front team fight a bloody path!
As for me at the front, my clothes had already been stained with blood. Liangpi, who had been following me, even his face was stained with blood. He was moving smoothly with a soft sword in his hand. With a simple sword movement,
But more and more corpses piled up at their feet.
Liangpi is undoubtedly the best killing machine, and the ever-changing battlefield can be said to be the best place for him to display his skills...
Our offensive is getting stronger and stronger. With everyone's desperate efforts, the siege front of the Ghost Horn Clan coalition, which has a numerical advantage, is slowly beginning to loosen up!
After about two hours of bloody fighting, the gap in the front line of the allied forces of the Ghost Horns became wider and wider. Then I led a new round of offensive from the Maoshan disciples, and finally there was a gap through which we could break through!
I was overjoyed, and with a wave of my hand, I quickly led the people to open the gap!
"Everyone break out immediately, quickly!"
Not caring about any nonsense, I quickly asked Yunyue and the others to rush out of the gap, but at this moment, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and found that in a place not far away, Mu Qing, who had just recovered from a serious injury,
At this time, he was surrounded by dozens of enemies, unable to escape...