The Thousand Formations were the first to disperse. Seeing this, the people in the stone fort also took advantage of the chaos to flee, and they were besieged for several days, and their will was on the verge of collapse. Of the first 1,600 people, 200 died, half fled, and most of the remaining 700 were monks and clansmen. There are many outsiders who have escaped, and of course, there is no shortage of good men who have stayed.

The fleeing people were originally crowded in the direction of the grain road, but as soon as they were driven by the demon tide, they scattered in all directions. About a third of the monsters are divided into numbers to chase after them.

As a result, there are still more than 300 monsters left on the battlefield. We are twice as numerous as them, and we are all bloody and strong-willed, so there is still a chance to win this battle.

Fuyaozi flew to the side of a squad besieged by four or five monsters, and kicked several monsters in the shoulders, heads, chests, buttocks, and other parts of the monsters, gathering their internal strength on their toes, such as cone blows and hammer strikes, causing their bones to shatter and deform, and fly out upside down.

Although it is not enough to kill them, it also reduces their mobility, and it is much easier for the team to deal with it.

Fuyaozi will not stay in one place, his figure is slanting and slanting, flickering and stopping, flickering and flickering, wandering on the battlefield as if he had entered a no-man's land. The speed was so fast that the monsters didn't even notice, and the warriors' blades beckoned to his path. The cold is blowing on the face, the blood does not touch the clothes, it looks thrilling and dangerous, but it is pleasing to the eye.

His falcon-like gaze watched the ever-changing battlefield, where the people were at a disadvantage, and where the warriors were on the verge of death, he would rush to the place. In the current situation, what he needs to do is not to kill the enemy as soon as possible, but to try to preserve his vital strength.

He weaves through the chaotic battlefield with ghostly speed, with more punches and kicks than with his sword. Because of the kung fu of swinging the sword, others are a few zhang away, and the sword trace is too long and easy to accidentally injure the companion. He didn't have time to slow down and stab with precision.

So there were many squads on the battlefield that were struggling to support, and suddenly their eyes flickered, and they saw that the surrounding monsters were knocked away at the same time. When they get up again, the attack is not so violent, and some can't even get up.

Some of the squads were in a relatively empty position, and they saw a white sword mark scratching, and the monster in front of them was stopped and beheaded. In fact, the demon body is hard and dense, and it takes a lot of strength to cut the waist at once, and Fuyaozi can easily do it with high-speed movement.

A lone man is being pressed by a monster step by step, he is a military commander, and the fire companion escapes, and he is dead. At the moment of life and death, he was inspired to fight for his life, stretched out his wrapping arm to seal the mouth of the monster that pounced on him, and held the near blade end of the "Shovel Throat" with the other hand, and stabbed the monster's neck like a dagger.

The monster stretched out its front paw to knock the weapon aside, and then clawed his right arm to a bloody screak. Suddenly, it was short, its mouth loosened, and it let out a howl. But it was the swayer who flew over and trampled it off its spine, and then struck it with a sword.

"Are you okay?" Fu Yaozi picked up the man who was injured in his right arm and pointed to a person next to him: "You two are fighting against your backs." So he hurried to another place.

This person is also a military commander whose subordinates have all died, and he was rescued by Fuyaozi when he was about to be buried in the devil's mouth, and he was brought here.

The two men looked at each other and smiled, yesterday they were still gambling with their younger brother on the city wall, and they quarreled over the victory. I didn't expect to be a brother in life and death today, maybe I have to be a companion in the ghost road.

"I will still be a gambling friend in my next life, let me order ......," the man who suffered an arm injury smiled. A monster pounced, and he stood up to "cut his throat" to stab. Unexpectedly, this weapon attacked too many times, and the metal and wooden stick were loosened, and the sharp blade was crooked and flew out with a single stab.

The monster only broke a little skin. It stacked itself on the man, biting his throat open. Another man, with tears in his eyes, greeted him with his weapon, even though he knew he was going to die.

At this time, the battlefield is like a chaotic game of Go, people are white, demons are blacks, white is weak and numerous, sunspots are few and fierce, black and white layout is a natural performance, winning or losing life and death depends on luck.

There are more than a dozen or dozens of white sons listed together, who are eyed by a few sunspots, and there are also white sons who find that there are only one or two companions left, and they are weak and about to die.

What Fuyaozi has to do is to gain insight into every black-and-white contest on the chessboard, guide the arrangement of whites, deploy their strength, eat away at sunspots step by step, and win this game of life and death.

There are monks in the larger warbands. For example, a few Dragon Seeking Realm are the core, with agile body skills and monsters, and the rest of the people cooperate with the attack under their protection, slowly destroying the monsters;

These large warbands are steadily reducing the number of monsters, and as long as the scattered squads can hold on, they can wait for victory to come.

It's a pity that real people's housekeeping skills are not very useful for monsters. Monsters will be completely incapacitated unless they are decapitated or their blood is running out. Even if all the limbs are broken, it can still crawl with its chin to the ground, little by little. The vitality is strong.

In the case of Luo Chan Zhenren, his technique of diverting water into arrows is a relatively powerful supernatural power, but even if an arrow pierces the heart of the monster, it will not result in it, and it is easy to hurt his companions.

This kind of "wonderful skill" is very powerful when used to fight against people, and in this kind of battlefield, it is better to use the "hard skill" of Yan Yong.

Yan Yong has formed a battle formation with Chi Brew and three Dragon Seeking Realm monks, and his Sword of Fire has slaughtered five monsters. It is often the left coat arm that is erected to beckon the monster face door, and the right hand sword disembowels it.

But maintaining this supernatural power requires the consumption of essence and energy, and the non-stop fighting makes Yan Yong a little weak. And the monsters were familiar with his path, and no longer pounced easily, and circled around them looking for opportunities.

There were six monsters in the battle circle, and two of the three Dragon Seeking Realm monks were seriously injured, and the situation was not optimistic.

"Brother, do you think we can escape this?" said Red Brew gloomily. The sight of monsters eating people is everywhere, and the ears are filled with the inaudible voices of those who are eaten raw. He wants to escape, but where can he flee?

"Okay...... Yan Yong gasped, "If you kill wave after wave like this, there will always be a time when you finish killing...... "If he fights alone, he is enough to deal with three or four monsters alone, but he has scruples when fighting side by side with his teammates. Because he has to be distracted to protect the safety of his injured teammates, but also to find ways to boost morale, and must not let timidity and pessimism affect his fighting spirit and that of his brothers.

Monsters, on the other hand, have no feelings, no fear, and will only kill endlessly. Such an enemy is really terrible. Yan Yong had no doubt that if there was a True Transformation Realm cultivator of the same rank with the same temperament as the monster, the three of them would not be his opponents.

The human powerhouses in the battlefield still have the strength to fight, and those ordinary people are miserable, and every time they kill a monster, they have to fill in two or three or even four or five lives.

The phenomenon of fleeing happened again, and it was the team in the Qingxiao belt. His dozens of men were almost gone, and the rest of them desperately wanted to survive and opened the stone castle door and fled in.

Seeing this, Fuyaozi muttered, "Retreat, the monks are behind the palace, and take people to hide in the nearest stone fort." "Tossing back and forth on the battlefield just now made him tired. He is already more than one hundred and forty years old, and although he can live for a few decades, he is also an old man according to the lifespan of ordinary people, and his body is beginning to decline.

Looking at the current battlefield, the number of people is less than 400, and there are still about 200 monsters, if you continue to fight, you will kill everyone. What is the point of a victory that ends together?

Moreover, monsters appeared one after another in the surrounding fields, and their minions were covered with blood and flesh, so there was no need to think that they would chase the deserters and come back after a full meal. The odds of winning are slimmer. It's better to save your life and find another way.

......

Zhang Jiabao was massaging Jingli's stomach, and suddenly saw a few people running on the grain road not far away, their pants were tattered, and their naked upper bodies were muddy and bloody, and they were extremely embarrassed. Some even lost their weapons.

The people who were napping in the trees were awakened and looked at each other, could it be that something happened in Shaoxian?

Zhang Jiabao ran over to stop them, "What's going on? What about the others?"

"Get out of the way!" a big man knocked him away, "It's over, it's all over!

Zhang Jiabao rubbed his injured shoulder, sat on the ground and shouted, "What is the situation!"

The other person said without looking back: "Don't stay here stupidly, go back! Shaoxian monsters are overwhelming, and our army is completely wiped out!"

Zhang Jiabao snorted at their backs, and the whole army was wiped out! I didn't see the shadow of the monks, could you be better able to protect yourself than them? You must be deserters!

However, looking at their frightened appearance, the battle in Shaoxian County must be fierce, and the people there are estimated to be dead.

Zhang Jiabao was thinking in his heart whether to turn around and go back to Fangcheng, and after meeting with his master, he ran away and used the treasure money to teleport out of Yingzhou. Count on your fingers, Master, Su Qijingli, Second Senior Brother, and myself...... I don't know if Master and his old man have any other way.

When he went back and told the story, everyone was silent.

"Advance or retreat or wait?" Zhang Jiabao asked.

Xu Fangle patted his ass and jumped down from the tree, "Since Shaoxian County is lost, we don't need to be here, let's go back together." ”

"I'm going to Shaoxian. Yu Man also jumped down, "If all the people in Shaoxian County die, Fangcheng will have no food and no backbone, and he will not be able to hold on." ”

The fat man sneered and said, "Yo, the next sect master has been born! Turn the tide and stand up to thousands of troops by yourself! I can't see that you are quite ambitious as an errand runner......

Yu Man's blade-like eyes slashed over, glaring at him so much that he didn't dare to speak, "The sect has raised me for many years, and what if I am broken by this great grace?

Xu Fangle's heart sank, and he remembered that his grandfather had said that disloyal and unrighteous people were not worthy of the title of swordsman. The person who holds the sword can be unkind and ruthless, but the word loyalty is indispensable.

The unfaithful will eventually mutilate their siblings and slaughter their brothers, so the art cannot be taught, and the sword cannot be passed on! Unthinkable that this ordinary handyman can really abide by the introductory teachings of sword cultivation, Xu Fangle has to look up to him a few points.

"Senior brother, go back and take good care of Master. Yu Man said goodbye.

Zhang Jiabao shook his head, "I'll go with you, Master wants to know that if I leave you, he will kill me." He looked at Su Qijingli, "What about you?"

"Naturally, with you. Su Qijingli said in unison. I don't know if they live or die this time, but they didn't frown.

"Sister Qing, let's go, they're all crazy. ”

Huang Yunqing was silent for a moment, "I'll go with them." ”

"You ......," Xu Fangle was speechless, and then scratched his head and said, "Then I'll go too." ”

"No, you go back and find a way to gather more people. I don't think the situation in Shaoxian is too bad, it's just that someone has become a deserter. At this time, Yu Man inadvertently became the backbone of the team, and took the lead in running to the grain road after dropping the words.

The others followed him, leaving the fat man stunned.

"How dare I walk at night alone!" cried the fat man angrily. Let's catch up with the deserters just now! He also got on the grain route and ran in the opposite direction.