With his eyes closed, Sikong Jing's understanding of the Qianyuan soldiers' killing map kept flashing through his mind, and then he continued to add it to his own beast-killing formation, and then combined it to resist the assassin-like attack of ten thousand blades...
The turtle shell on his head was pierced several times, but Sikong Jing still formed a formation to block it at the most dangerous moment.
The originally monotonous turtle shell gradually changed as he became familiar with the surrounding beasts and the beast-killing formations... Sometimes the defense was strong here, sometimes the defense was strong over that side, and it gradually began to be defended perfectly.
And such changes also greatly reduced the loss of monster power.
As the defense became stronger and stronger, Sikong Jing became more confident and his eyes became more determined.
On the opposite side, Wan Tonghui was anxious because he could not break Sikong Jing's defense.
"That little Dongyuan beast's military killing power is still improving, and his military formation master level may have exceeded our imagination."
"He is at least a military formation master with the pinnacle of combat qualities."
Grandpa Wan San’s old eyes gradually turned red.
When Wan Tonghui heard this, his whole body was shaken, and the fear and anxiety in his eyes became more and more intense: "What should we do? We are running out of time."
Hearing this, Grandpa Wan San clenched his old fists and said: "I can't wait any longer. Now I will kill myself to break through the defense of the little beast in Dongyuan, and then I will enter and assassinate him with a master of the spiritual martial arts stage."
As soon as he finished speaking, Grandpa Wan San shouted again: "Wan-blade weapon killing formation, crazy killing slash!"
With his control, boom boom boom...
The masters belonging to the Wuming Villa almost had their whole bodies detonated with true energy, and then they uncontrollably crashed into the beast-killing turtle-shaped creature belonging to Sikong Jing, and the true energy of those who pounced on them was drained away.
After being evacuated, all the true energy was condensed and blasted directly.
"Ahhhhh..."
Because they were drained of their true energy, the soldiers and horses of Wuming Villa let out bursts of screams. Some people were smashed to pieces by the shock wave because they lost their true energy. They were surrounded by terrifying giant blades!
At the same time, the little monsters around Sikong Jing also let out bursts of screams. They could not bear the aftermath and died suddenly.
The troops and horses on both sides are constantly decreasing sharply.
Inside and outside the turtle shell, it was brutal and bloody.
Jiang Wanyou was standing next to Sikong Jing at this time. She covered her mouth tightly, watching the collision of spears and shields around her, and the death of life around her, her whole body started to tremble violently.
She hasn't seen such a battle in many years.
Uncle Xiu's battle two days ago was not tragic. Only when he followed his father and Uncle Su did it surpass the scene in front of him.
But she didn't dare to disturb him. She knew that Young Master Sikong was fighting for her.
Click...
In vain, Jiang Wanyou heard a crackling sound and looked up to see that cracks were beginning to appear in Young Master Sikong's beast-killing turtle shape.
Then the cracks got bigger and bigger, and eventually they turned into huge spider webs and shattered.
Rumble…
The shape of the beast-killing turtle is made of demonic power. If it is broken, it means that countless small demonic beasts will be injured. At the same time, as the commander-in-chief, Sikong Jing's mouth gradually seeped blood...
"Hahahaha... it's broken, it's finally broken!"
At this moment, Wan Tonghui's crazy laughter came from the opposite side: "Little Dongyuan beast, I don't think you're dead yet."
"Wan Ren, blast and kill!" The next moment, it was Grandpa Wan San's voice again.
Jiang Wanyou's whole body trembled again and screamed: "Young Master Sikong..."
Gently wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth, Sikong Jing shouted in a low voice: "Calm down everyone, why are you panicking while I'm here? Now follow me again... the beast kills the turtle shape!"
Of course his words were not directed at Jiang Wanyou, but at the countless little monsters around him.
It stands to reason that the moment the beast is killed and the turtle's shape is shattered, the little monster beasts should have an emotional breakdown.
Unless they are extremely powerful elite warriors, etc., even ordinary soldiers and horses will collapse instantly... However, Sikong Jing, as the lord of all beasts, stabilized all the monster beasts with just one sentence.
Because the identity of the Lord of all beasts gives them confidence, because the will of the Lord of all beasts cannot be questioned by any monster.
In an instant, the demonic beasts regrouped their fighting spirit, and with Sikong Jing as the core, they transformed into beast-killing turtle forms.
With Sikong Jing as the center, they blocked Grandpa Wan San's attack this time...
Opposite me, Wan Tonghui, who was originally overjoyed, was dumbfounded!
Grandpa Wan San, who originally thought he could break through it with one blow, was dumbfounded. He murmured: "It's like this, but you can still re-consolidate the killing formation. Don't you know that these little monsters are afraid?"
It was difficult for him to understand the situation in front of him, and he couldn't figure out where the strong will of the little monsters came from.
"Grandpa Third, what should we do?" Wan Tonghui asked in a trembling voice.
Grandpa Wan San forcefully replied calmly: "It doesn't matter, he won't last long, the number of little monsters has dropped sharply."
It was obvious that Sikong Jing was just holding on, because there were too many casualties from the little demonic beasts, many of them lying on the ground in a coma. No matter how strong his will was, it would not work if the number was not enough.
Although many people died in the villa, the advantage is still there.
"The beast kills the turtle, take it away!"
Just as Grandpa Wan San expected, Sikong Jing regained his beast-killing-turtle form in vain and took back all his power.
At this moment, Grandpa Wan San was stunned and said: "As expected, I took it back, now bombard and assassinate...you guys rushed over to find an opportunity to kill the little beast of Dongyuan and Mrs. Yao."
With that said, Grandpa Wan San once again blasted out with a killing formation...
At the same time, several men in black who had kidnapped Jiang Wanyou also ducked out.
But it was not as good as they thought. After Sikong Jing took back his power, he said: "Beast killing, ten thousand tortoise shapes!"
The next moment, both Jiang Wanyou and others saw that with Sikong Jing as the center, existences like turtle shields began to appear. These turtle shields disappeared and appeared...
Wherever there is an attack, it will appear. Wherever the attack is strong, it will become stronger.
It was like little shields and little turtles emerging one after another around Sikong Jing.
Several men in black were ready to assassinate, but when they stabbed in front of Sikong Jing and Jiang Wanyou, several turtle shields appeared and blocked them back. For a while, they were unable to break through Sikong Jing's defense.
.
"This control is so terrifying."
"It actually uses a shield that appears repeatedly to defend, but this requires extremely strong control and capture power."
Grandpa Wan San really collapsed this time. A huge turtle shield only requires strong power, but a small turtle shield that appears and disappears, is strong and weak, requires extremely precise control.
As the commander-in-chief, Sikong Jing must figure out where the attack is strong and where the attack is weak.
Just like when the man in black sneaks up on him, he must judge the strength of the man in black and form a shield that can protect him... If Sikong Jing does anything wrong, he will be killed directly.
"This boy Dongyuan's military talent is simply incredible." Grandpa Wan San roared in a low voice.
Such control requires terrifying military talent.
Wan Tonghui yelled with red eyes: "Asshole, you little Dongyuan beast, are you a tortoise?"
However, Sikong Jing ignored them at this time and focused on controlling his power... There were fewer and fewer little monsters. He had to do this to save the consumption of power.
But the next moment, Sikong Jing suddenly said: "Aunt Jiang, we have to go."
The little monsters were still too few and too weak. Sikong Jing had now reached the limit of what he could do. Next, he had to get out of the way while the opponent was not paying attention, and then go to another place to reorganize the monster killing formation.
In response, Jiang Wanyou nodded deeply to express his understanding...
But the next moment, she suddenly trembled wildly and shouted: "Oh no, Meixi is coming, Fierce Mei is coming!"