It's messed up again.

Like the previous time, the attack of the barbarian warrior was cut off, and he could not exert the effect of Lian Tao's strait, so he naturally could not destroy the defense line of his personal guards with continuous pressure, and then evolved into a disadvantageous deadlock.

The most intense part of the war was still the area between the personal guards and the barbarian war. The difference is that the personal guards have formed echelons, with the front row being frustrated and the rear row being supplemented, and the rear row being exhausted will have a next wave; there is also a brave servant who risked his life to rush forward to retrieve the wounded, which can be said to be both offensive and defensive. On the contrary, the barbarian war is a bit weird, and there are many empty places, and several places are actually empty, allowing the personal guards to detour from the side and attack the opponent with their comrades who are blocking their opponents.

For example, Scarface, the front has been opened at this time. Seeing that the barbarian soldiers in the back row had not yet rushed over, they simply led people to swing their swords and attacked from the side, forming a small encirclement.

This is not a strangle, but a typical situation of breaking through and splitting, building a local situation of fighting less, or even siege from all sides. No qualified general will miss such a fighter, as is Scarface; take back his eyes from Shisanlang and press all the shock and joy back to his heart. Scarface drags his tired body and attacks again.

"kill!"

As a result, the situation became more and more tilted towards the defensive side and became heavier.

Strangely or reasonable, the loss of the Barbarian War was so heavy, but Xuetao showed no sign of adjusting the tactics. After all the soldiers rushed out, Tianlang and Jiao Chi began to set off separately, one left and one right, copying in, preparing to launch a round of attacks.

Behind, five hundred mad wolves slowly moved forward, and the blood-red cloak flew high, just like the blood wolf's eyes at this time. The man in black robe rose into the air at some point, and his eyes flew past Shisanlang and looked at the black robe on the slope. The two of them raised their robes high towards the sky in a tacit understanding.

The battle of monks is in heaven. This is a recognized principle in the entire continent. They disdain to be with ordinary people, of course, to avoid accidental injury. Any spell that hits the battlefield will cause huge damage to the warriors, so no matter how the battle below is, monks usually do not interfere.

As for who can win in the end, it is important, but it is not important.

The monks of Jiedan are not considered masters in the cultivation world, but in the eyes of mortals, they are immortals who always have to maintain some dignity. If the snow thief wins this battle, but their monks cannot defeat their opponents, it will be basically futile. Strangely, if the things happen in reverse, the personal guards defeat all the snow thiefs, but the monks on their side are no match for the opponents, the Lin family may be able to protect them.

Things are so wonderful. Xue Tuo didn't care about the royal status of the Lin family at all. The monks with higher status had many concerns. The reason is that the royal family has the support of the cultivation family, and the order in the cultivation world has been determined. Slapping the royal family means slapping the other party in the face. Except for those rootless cultivators, few of them can afford it.

Human hypocrisy is vividly expressed in this matter. The royal family can be killed by thieves, just as the prime minister's son can be accidentally killed by a thief. Although it is serious, it is not unbearable; but he must not be slapped by the general's son even if it is a son who is not very favored or is not very popular by the prime minister.

This is dignity, and the face that the higher the status, the more important it is. Otherwise, any force in the city will send a few people out and erase the Lin family, which is not something that these personal guards can face.

It is precisely because of this that the Lin family’s personal guards have the courage to fight against the enemy; as long as they can defeat the snow thief, even if their own monks are defeated by their opponents, there is still a glimmer of hope.

A glimmer of vitality is also a way to survive, and it is worth fighting for with life; the Lin family does not want to die, nor does the personal guards want to. To survive, they must defeat their opponents and defeat all three thousand bandits.

The attack was fierce and the defense was fierce. Both sides had their eyes red and they were completely irrational. The barbarian war lost its leader and its formation was messy, but their people were not finished yet. Only one person could swing the sword, and the battle was not over.

"Dog bastards, surround them and kill them all!"

Scarface was almost madly angry. Seeing that subordinates were decreasing one by one, they were about to charge again. Although he had already gained an advantage, he still could not get rid of the struggle. He was anxious and heartbroken. Scarface lost the calm that a commander should have and made a decision that he regretted for life.

He forgot his responsibilities and forgot that there were enemies charging in the direction he had guarded before. After slashing and killing, the Scarface Commander suddenly heard a few screams from the hillside, and suddenly woke up in shock and was stunned.

He was stunned and panicked, and his body was knocked away by a barbarian warrior; the scarfaced commander blew blood, and his body was still in the air and turned his head and looked at the side he should have guarded.

He saw the scene he didn't want to see the most, like falling into an ice cave.

More than ten barbarians swung their swords and rushed straight up the hillside, rushed across the trench, and opened a bloody path among a group of strong servants. After paying the price of three deaths and two broken arms, they rushed straight towards the group of flowers and the small figure.

"Help! Help!" My heart was filled with fear and despair, and the crying howling sound of scarface echoed in the air, desolate and helpless.

The commander was so scared that he cried loudly, and the young master was crying loudly.

Not only was he crying, but everyone beside him was crying except for the two remaining guards. The war was so fierce that no one could still be idle. The wounded men who were pulled back by the servants risked their lives were all broken limbs and were gritting their teeth for treatment.

What is treatment?

It sounds funny. In the world of cultivation with strong individual strength, there is no such thing as surgery. Naturally, the so-called treatment is to clean and bandage the wound and suture it. It is amazing to apply wound medicine that is conducive to the healing of muscles and bones.

Others are gone.

The injuries suffered when fighting with barbarian warriors were completely different from other battles. They often had broken hands and feet, and some of them were even half-pulled. However, because the body refiners had strong vitality, they could not die for a while. Those servants were really good, and they would drag them back when they met any angry ones.

In this way, it is not only the personal guards, but also the pharmacists responsible for treating injuries, as well as the men and women who rushed up to help.

There were more than twenty warriors lying on the ground, only three pharmacists, and all the strong servants were on the front line. Most of the remaining were maids from the inner court. For these women who had never experienced killing chickens several times, the scene in front of them was completely hell, no, it was even more terrifying than hell.

The eyes were covered with blood, and the tentacles were broken and rotten. More than a dozen maids vomited in a dark and heartbroken manner; their bodies kept shaking, and their hands and feet seemed to be tied up by ropes, unable to move.

"What are you doing in a daze, help!"

The lady's face was no better than white paper, and she was the first to speak out and give orders; beside her, there was a stain on her lips. There was a hint of gentle redness, and she was staggering to help the pharmacist take care of the wounded.

"Hold, press tighter! Why are you so stupid lady?!"

The old pharmacist opened his mouth in shock, his hands were frozen in the air, and he wanted to kneel down in a hurry. The guard broke one of his legs. His stomach was torn apart, and his colorful internal organs rolled out, shaking like cramps. At this time, he suddenly found the face with tears in front of him, and his guard's eyes instantly widened and his soul flew out of the sky.

As a royal family, Lord Lin has a high status in the hearts of the guards, but not as good as his twin daughters. I won’t say anything about it. He doesn’t have the airs to hang out with the soldiers often. Although he doesn’t like killing people, he likes to listen to stories, especially the legends that are difficult to tell the truth. In the eyes of the guards, the young master is not only the young master, but also has another identity, the younger brother of the whole family. As for the young lady, she is weak and kind, but occasionally shows the spirit of not letting go of the beard. Although she is not allowed to contact her, her reputation is also very good.

At this moment, Miss Lin was pressing the leg of the guard as directed by the pharmacist to prevent him from shaking, so that the intestines and other objects could be stuffed back into her stomach and sewed them.

But her hands that could hold on, with a sickly white hand that was like a flower. At this time, her blood-stained guard felt that she was committing a crime, an unforgivable sin.

"Miss, don't, don't do this."

The words that are easy to misunderstand are actually reflected in the degree of nervousness and fear of the guard. He wanted to spread the lady's hand, but he didn't dare; he wanted to go aside, but he couldn't do it, and he was busy and shaking even more violently.

"Don't move." Miss Lin's hand became more stable at some point, and Po So Xie's eyes were full of stubbornness, just like her father and her mother.

It's just a different performance. If Lin Ruhai was not from the royal family, with his stubborn and almost paranoid personality, he might have become a warrior and fight the battlefield.

As if he was in the magic, the guard suddenly became quiet and motionless; only from the teeth that were deeply biting into the lower lip could he see what he was enduring at this time.

"Healing the injury!" the lady ordered the pharmacist, and the whimpering voice was particularly powerful.

The pharmacist woke up and quickly lowered his head to cure his wounds.

This place just sobbed and sobbed, and the young master was completely different. At this time, he was busy pressing the wounds of the young guard who often accompanied him to practice calligraphy, but the wounds were too many and too deep, as if they had been bitten by several hungry wolves in their chests, crisscrossing and bone-to-bone.

The lower body was even worse, one leg was folded back to the belly, and the white broken bones pierced the sky, like a sharp gun.

The young master couldn't think of how such wounds came about, and he was completely unaware of what these wounds meant, so he was just busy.

He was busy up and down, both ends of the road, and he couldn't hold it down after pressing this side, his head and face were covered with blood, but he still couldn't hold it down. Helpless and helpless, the young master raised his face and looked around, wanting to find someone to help.

Everyone around is busy.

"What to do, what to do!" The young master lowered his head again and tried his best to remind himself that he needed to calm down when something big was happening, but how could he be quiet?

After busying, the young master finally left the teacher's instructions behind and burst into tears.

The crying was loud, the crying was shrill, and the crying was heart-wrenching. Those who heard it turned their faces and couldn't bear to see it.

"Young master, don't be busy anymore, don't." The guard stretched out his hand, and a smile appeared on his young face. He was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly frozen.

"careful!"

With the roar, the personal guard pulled the young master's body down and turned over and pressed it on.

The sword light flashed at this moment, accompanied by a few roars and a terrifying roar that destroyed people's hearts

"Uh!"

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