Facing an opponent whose strength is dozens of times greater than his, how can he stop the other party from doing so with more than 20 students and a few disabled cultivators?

The answer can only be: formations.

In the cultivation realm, all the people who come out of the sect or a place like the Taoist Academy know more or less some techniques of joint attack. Among them, the most common and easiest to use is the three talents, because all monks can use flying swords, and at the same time, monks have the most research on heaven, earth, and man, and they are the easiest to cooperate with each other.

In the same way,

The three of them formed a formation, and the three formations formed a group, with those few cultivators with high cultivation as the core, and the students sat in place and occupied the star position with flying swords, gathering a total of eight jianzhen. After being dispatched by several of the monks, Zuihou gathered these jianzhen into one, and finally turned into a sword composed of dozens of flying swords, or simply a sword stick.

"Destroy the demon and wash the humiliation in this battle, kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

A stick more than 100 meters long, a whirling stick, and a stick full of sharp edges and brilliance from beginning to end. With the roar of the strong man in the middle who was burned red by hatred, and with the roar of all the students who broke out with the heart of death, the big stick volleyed in the air, lay flat, swept almost close to the ground, and swept down.

Looking down from the direction of the slope, the ground that was originally gray and dark with a little ghost fire has changed color, and the five-color streamer is like a rainbow bridge flying across, and a gorgeous long carpet is spread out in an instant, making people wonder if it is a war, or if human beings are jealous of the beautiful mountain scenery and want to compete with Shijie for painting skills.

Most monks like to use swords, and if they don't like them, they will prepare a window dressing, so when comparing styles, materials, and colors, flying swords have a number and variety that no other magic weapon can match.

For example, now, dozens of students have dozens of swords, and they are all different. The golden sword is magnificent. The silver sword is cold, the steel sword is cold, the wooden sword is simple, and there is also the bamboo that beats in the arc, the flower that releases the fragrance, the jade that shines brightly, and even the green grass. Each has its own characteristics. Each one has supernatural powers attached, colorful, or simply chaotic gathered together, various, colorful, plus dozens of different buzzing sounds intertwined, really like a mess of charming eyes, a gorgeous scenery.

After all, a battle is a battle, and the gorgeous surface can't suppress the huge killing intent condensed by dozens of people, standing from the perspective of the demon hunter. When the sword stick came to me, it was no longer a sword, but angry faces, and what I felt was not beauty, but a strong will, and the determination to lie on the battlefield with a smile.

So what?

"Mayflies shake trees. ”

"Dying throes. ”

"I can't help myself!"

The demon array zuihou, looking at the sword stick that rushed down like a torrent, the three god-transforming monks made their own evaluations. His eyes were contemptuous, but his mood was not as relaxed as his words. Let's be honest. Such a judgment does not feel arrogant in the slightest, and the reaction is seen as praise. An attack launched by some tom-infant monks can be exchanged for a comment from the gods, what else can you hope for?

"Sky Fox is in danger, speed up. ”

The dwarf was not there, and the old woman took on the role of commander. Waving his hand to urge the demon generals to move forward, hoping to crush the ants blocking the way as soon as possible. The four demon hunters immediately responded, revealing their bodies from the back of the army, leading more than two dozen of the most powerful demon generals to rush forward, ready to meet the strongest blow from dozens of people.

After the battle. The eyes of the old woman and the other two were always looking in the direction of the top of the mountain, at this moment, the dwarf over there had just been controlled by Yelian, and the strongest people in the spiritual cultivation were beating them in groups, and the situation was precarious.

"Holy. The old man muttered in a low voice, his expression a little complicated.

"yes, what the hell. The black-clothed demon hunter muttered, his expression equally complicated.

Sky Fox

The most complicated expression was the leading old woman, whose gaze lingered on the battle group above for three breaths, and finally sighed.

"Hopefully he'll be okay. ”

The other two immediately nodded, as if letting go of a matter of concern, and turned their heads back to each other in tacit understanding, turning their gaze back to the Xiangxia battlefield.

It's wonderful, it's illogical, it's actually interesting, and it's reasonable

When fighting, when one side has an overwhelming advantage, it is prudent to tactically try to avoid one situation: chaos.

The Three Faces Cliff is a place prone to chaos. First of all, there are a large number of powerful ghosts and ghosts in the area, and secondly, the terrain is not open enough, and the slope of hundreds of meters wide is too narrow and extremely crowded for monks who are good at maneuvering.

Unlike other golden-eyed eagles, such as the Golden Eye Eagles that Thirteen Lang had taken the initiative to provoke, the demon owls live in groups, but they do not always follow the family gathering. This means that they can accommodate a larger number of them, and that there is no single "king bird" with supreme authority, making them more likely to be chaotic. On top of that, the Devil has a troublesome habit for monks, seeing almost any creature flying in the air as a threat.

The spiritual cultivator has been trapped for more than a day, and the demon hunter has conducted many temptations before, and he has learned a lot about the habits of the demon owl. At this moment, due to the heavenly changes caused by the transformation of the night lotus god, Qi Fei and the others attacked the divine power, and the owl group was all shocked and angry, and surrounded this battlefield from all directions. At this time, leaping from the sky is almost equivalent to declaring war on all the ghosts, and the consequences are unimaginable.

Several factors were added up, and when the Demon Hunter launched a general attack, he chose the most conservative and safest way to advance. Including the three god-transforming monks, seven demon hunters commanded the demon generals and demon spirits to sweep the poisonous insects all the way up the slope and crush any opponent who dared to stand in the way.

Sky Fox was trapped, it seemed that this was a game carefully arranged by the spiritual cultivator against him, and it was very likely that he would be killed in one fell swoop; from the perspective of combat, the three of them should rush over to rescue and rescue their strongest person.

They didn't do this, because the three of them vaguely knew the inside story, and they all knew in their hearts that Sky Fox was not so easy to die, and at the same time, the three of them also knew that no matter whether Sky Fox died or not, his desperate hole card would definitely have a chance to be played, and the result of casting it made them hesitate and even panic.

In addition, there is another one, the Sky Fox is trapped for the three of them to see a chance. Seize this opportunity, they will be able to "bloodless" to solve all the opponents, the key to which is exactly the Sky Fox, to be precise, care about his hole card,

From the bottom of their hearts, the three demon hunters had a very good reason to make such a decision, and it was even reasonable. Anyway, they all walked from the ground, and if they didn't crush the group of students opposite, they couldn't be fast in such a narrow space. As for fighting four subordinates, isn't it enough? It is also a blow to break the enemy, and the action of the god will definitely trigger the breath of heaven and earth, making the already manic ghost more and more unpredictable, so why bother?

Based on so many ideas, the old woman and her colleagues finally decided: don't worry, let's see.

At this glance, the old woman's gaze could no longer be closed, and the expression on her face was as if she had seen a ghost, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

"This is weishenme?"

In the line of sight, the originally fierce but orderly battlefield was instantly chaotic, chaotic, earth-shattering, in full swing, and out of control

The first of all is the stick composed of dozens of flying swords.

The stick itself has not changed, and it is its opponents, namely the four monks and the two dozen or so powerful demon generals. Such a combination, even without the blessing of the formation, the cumulative strength has far exceeded the opponent, and it is impossible to stop it. However, the wonderful thing is that instead of cracking the sword and club, they were beaten to the ground, killing and wounding all over the place, and the embarrassment is indescribable.

The reason is very simple, when the four monks used their own means, when the twenty or so demon generals roared forward, two feet above the ground in front of them, a black silk with a length of three hundred feet suddenly appeared.

The black silk was smooth and slender, like a thread suspended in the air, and compared to the charging demon generals, it seemed so soft, so fragile, so negligible. However, when the demon general and the demon army rushed through, the screams and roars suddenly turned into sharp and miserable screams, and they continued to form patches. In the line of sight, the full thirty-meter-wide battle line suddenly shortened, just like a village farmer harvesting crops, and the sickle passed through, and the pieces were low.

"Kill them all, huh?"

The blood flower was pressed under him, not only the demon general, but also a demon hunter with the fastest charge, the strongest body, and a hideous sneer on his face caused the big man to suffer from it, and he fell headlong without feeling it, and the long-brewing divine power actually went in the wrong direction and fell directly in the middle of the demon spirit team.

"This is weishenme?"

The monk's first reaction was whether his legs were cramping, and then he thought that the strange feeling of cramps had disappeared for an unknown number of years, how could he be close to him at this juncture? Ignoring how many demons and demons would be destroyed by his supernatural powers, he hurriedly stood up and wanted to stand up, but there was a sharp pain in his legs at the same time, and his eyes were instantly blood-red.

The leg is gone.

The two calves were broken at the knee, and he still maintained a running posture and rushed two steps. The demon hunter stared blankly at his legs stumbling and falling, wondering what they were doing, why should they abandon themselves?

The doubt was interrupted, a band of light swept overhead, tearing through layers of flesh and blood, a heavy shadow shrouded him, and a huge fat man rushed in front of him with light steps, caught him in the air before he could remember, and threw his hand into the sky.

Compared with the fat man's size, the majestic demon hunter made the big man as cute as a delicate girl, looking at the fat man's simple and simple face, he felt that he must be dazzled, and he couldn't believe that anyone's bones could hang so much flesh.

The appearance is honest, the fat man's movements are as honest as his face, and he is duty-bound, and his liliang is so big, throwing the strong man so far that the demon hunter can't help but wonder in his heart, is this a man or an elephant. The next moment, he suddenly heard a chaotic hissing in his ears, like thousands of little ghosts wailing bitterly, and countless ghost owls rushed to his side with a roar, dozens or hundreds of sharp beaks falling like knives and guns.

"Ahh

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the strong man let out the first scream, and it was terminated in half a breath. The moment before his eyes were pierced by two sharp beaks, he saw many "people" like himself around him, and also saw the military formation that he was proud of just now, and saw everything clearly.

That's what hell looks like

(To be continued......)