Although Ning Hentian's frontal combat capability was limited, he was not idle at this time. He took out many array disks from his storage bag and placed them in front of the east gate according to the Zhoutian Bagua technique.
Although Lin Mingyuan and others stopped most of the beast tide, a small number of fish that slipped through the net still escaped them and rushed to the city gate. What Ning Hentian had to do was to trap and destroy these monster beasts and give them to the monks who stayed behind to guard the city gate.
Buy enough time.
The killing has entered a fever pitch, and both monsters and monks are red-eyed. Once the battle begins, it cannot be stopped. The end will only come if one party dies!
Lin Mingyuan held a purple sword and stopped a large number of beasts from the front. The Sword Overlord Technique consumed too much spiritual power, so he only used it to boost everyone's morale. If he wanted to fight for a long time, every move needed to be carefully calculated.
Feeling the efforts of Qing Ling and Kunai monks on the side, Lin Mingyuan was naturally unwilling to lag behind others. Only if he took over more beast tides could he lighten the burden of other monks. Every time a companion was killed or injured, it was a huge blow to the defense force.
Big weakening.
Although the killing moves such as the Tyrant Sword were not suitable for use, the Hidden Sword Technique taught by Lin Shanhe was extremely effective.
The purple sword combined with the Hidden Sword Jue's Breaking Waves Mind Technique can lift the weight with ease. It gradually accumulates power through countless swings. At first, one sword can only tear into pieces one or two monsters. Later, as the sword's power accumulates, each sword will
Take away the lives of dozens of monsters.
This is the power of the Hidden Sword Mind Technique. During the battle, you are always cultivating your own sword intention. When it reaches its peak, it is thick and thin, and a single blow is fatal!
After all, the beasts in front of him were not of a high level. They suffered heavy casualties under Lin Mingyuan's sword. He was forced to kill them out of a clearing. They were surrounded by the flesh and blood of monsters. Lin Mingyuan stood among them, like a killing god. Even
There was a hint of fear in the monster's eyes.
Lin Mingyuan was able to kill monsters so unscrupulously because, firstly, his own strength had greatly improved after entering the Demon Eye, and more importantly, because of the support of his companions.
Kunai and Qing Ling worked together by his side, and the three of them formed a cornering position, trusting each other, and not worrying about any future worries.
Although with the efforts of the three people, the number of the beast tide was constantly decreasing, the monks with varying levels of cultivation behind them also suffered high casualties.
They were already injured, and they did not have the strength of Lin Mingyuan and others. They faced the beast tide with only enthusiasm, and soon became weak.
Many people were trampled on the soles of their feet by rolling monsters after exhaustion, and their heads were missing. Some of them were crying unwillingly, some were roaring crazily, and some left this place forever without making a sound.
world.
"Old Zhou, hold on! I will fight with you, these beasts!"
Some monks saw their companions being swept up under the feet of monsters, and they were eager to rescue them. Their minds were lost, and the moves in their hands were messed up. They often failed to rescue their companions, but instead got themselves involved.
This situation is not uncommon. The monks who are able to survive to this day, even if they did not know each other before, have established a deep friendship under the waves of beasts. Watching their companions fall one after another, it is a kind of feeling in their hearts.
torment!
The flesh-and-blood defense line composed of more than two hundred people blocked the rolling tide of beasts and caused a large number of casualties. At least fifty monks died in the struggle with the beast tide, and even their bones were trampled and transformed.
For meat paste.
Lin Mingyuan was like an arrow that went nowhere, attacking from left to right in the tide of beasts. Under the swing of the huge purple sword, not a single monster could resist it, and they turned into flesh one after another. His soul
The energy consumption is also very huge, but it cannot be shown at this moment.
The remaining people regard Lin Mingyuan as their spiritual support. Once he shows signs of fatigue, his morale will be greatly reduced and it will be difficult to persist.
As time went on, the attack momentum of thousands of monster beasts showed signs of decline. The ground was covered with corpses of monster beasts. You could feel the mud under your feet with every step you took. Those who died under Lin Mingyuan's sword were about to go up.
Thousands!
"Brothers, hold on, the beast tide is about to take over!"
"Hahaha, I didn't expect to survive. Thanks to fellow Taoist Lin for your help!"
"Old Li, I took revenge for you!"
As the last monster died under Qing Ling's sword, this small wave of monsters was finally taken over. The corpses of humans and monsters were spread on the ground in layers, and there was no way to settle down.
There are only more than a hundred monks left, and nearly half are dead or injured. Some of them are roaring excitedly, some are just silently dazed, and most of them are slumped on the ground, their eyes dull.
They survived, but how long can they last?
"Go back to the city!"
Lin Mingyuan's hands were trembling slightly. He had resisted too much pressure, but sacrifice was inevitable. Seeing that the monk who was still shouting beside him a moment ago had now turned into a cold corpse, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
This is the horror of the beast tide. Once you fall down, you will be trampled to pieces by countless monsters!
Lin Mingyuan gave an order, and the monks supported each other and walked towards the city gate. Their bodies were soaked with blood, belonging to monsters and their companions.
Everyone returned to the city gate, and the next moment, Ning Hentian came out to greet them with the city guards. Although they resisted the beast tide, there was no joy on everyone's faces, and a solemn atmosphere filled the air.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, are you okay?"
Ning Hentian's face was also very pale. It was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into setting up the formation. Many monsters that slipped through the net broke through to the city gate, but were stopped by Ning Hentian.
"No problem."
Lin Mingyuan just nodded lightly and patted Ning Hentian's shoulder, saying nothing.
When many monks returned to the top of the city again, the awe-inspiring righteousness in their hearts finally vented, and they fell to the ground one after another, their bodies sore and limp, with no strength to fight anymore. If it weren't for Lin Mingyuan's brave performance, they might have given up their struggle long ago.
"Brother Lin, thank you!"
"Yes, you are our savior!"
"Come and have a rest."
Many defensive monks at the city gate stepped forward to surround Lin Mingyuan, and some even took out the long-cherished elixirs and magic beads.
Obviously Lin Mingyuan's performance has completely conquered them and become the backbone of everyone.
"Donor Lin, please take a rest."
Kunai also sat on the ground at this time, his chest heaving up and down. Even though he was showing off his power in front of the city gate, in fact, the spiritual power in his body had been severely overdrawn, and he had temporarily lost his fighting power.
Lin Mingyuan did not sit down. Although the beast tide at the east gate had been dispersed, he knew that this was far from over.
His consciousness spread out again, and he could sense that the battle at the other three city gates was not over yet.
The smell of blood, the sound of killing, and the roar!
Lin Mingyuan moved his steps and walked towards the city gate where Duan Po was defending.