What a God-sent opportunity! Qingkun was very happy and thought to himself.
"Let's break out over there!" With his mind settled, he raised his hand and gave an order to his disciples.
The disciples heard the deputy master's tone changed drastically, and they had probably decided to give it a try. They also gathered up their morale and rushed over there to support them.
The team of more than seventy people moved forward with great momentum. In the intensive fighting and melee, they forced their way out and rushed to Head He and others.
The fighting continued, and the situation of Leader He and others who were surrounded and annihilated in the crowd was like a candle in the wind, and they were in extremely critical condition. When they saw Qing Kun and others finally breaking through the siege and coming to help, they couldn't help but feel relieved.
"You guys retreat first." In the crowd, Qing Kun ran to not far from Head He and shouted loudly.
Headmaster He and others heard what he meant clearly through the sound of killing. Although they didn't know what he was planning, they still retreated with their troops and evacuated the place to them as soon as possible.
As they advanced and retreated, people from both sides were passing each other like a gushing water, making the enemy on the opposite side temporarily confused.
When Qing Kun saw that all the disciples were finally in place, he no longer hesitated and immediately shouted: "Everyone, listen to the order and set up the formation!"
"Yes!" The disciples behind him were furious and responded in unison.
Suddenly, Qingkun's disciples moved forward and became orderly in the dense crowd. The mud and dust stirred under my feet, and in just a blink of an eye, I suddenly saw that the Golden Lock Rakshasa Formation had taken shape!
The Golden Lock Rakshasa Formation has a series of mysteries, and the formation is so rare that Jiuche Xiaoying still doesn't understand the beauty of it. I saw a group of disciples immediately lined up with their halberds, forming a defensive posture from all directions, as tall and steady as a mountain, with no gaps!
"Come in!" Qing Kun suddenly ordered decisively.
The huge formation moved at the same time, and the peripheral disciples immediately spread out. The high degree of seamless cooperation made the surrounding Jiuche Xiaoying quite fearful. The formation changed instantly, thrusting outwards from all directions, hiding behind to launch secret attacks, and regaining ground for the increasingly disadvantaged Union Army.
Seeing this, the character master who had just been fighting fiercely with Master He and others, believed that he was good at martial arts, and immediately rushed through the crowd, intending to be the first to capture the king and break the formation.
He held two swords and passed over the retreating subordinates, and immediately found Qing Kun who was giving orders. He immediately slashed with his sword angrily. Qing Kun almost didn't react and hurriedly raised his halberd. However, the difference in strength immediately caused him to take a few steps back.
"Ah, what a trick." The man shouted disdainfully, "It's your misfortune to meet me!"
Only then could Qing Kun face the person who had just attacked him. After the confrontation just now, he already understood that this person was not easy to deal with and must be dealt with emphatically.
"Top three, defend the center, advance!"
Without looking back, he immediately shouted another unquestionable command.
Suddenly, he jumped out of the formation and was about to fight with that man alone. The man didn't get what he wanted, so he whirled his swords and stepped forward to meet him.
Qingkun moved his halberd at the same time and faced the attack step by step.
Ping-pong clashed, and in every move, the pair of swords were imbued with extremely strong power. Qingkun was on the defensive and was slowly forced to retreat.
Suddenly, Qing Kun was defeated by one move and fell to his knees sideways. The man became even more enthusiastic, and when he was overjoyed, he raised his knife and wanted to drop it.
However, at this moment, the three halberds suddenly came at the same time and pierced the man's face!
That man was very skilled in martial arts, but he still almost lost his life. He immediately took a few steps back, his face turned pale with fright.
However, the Golden Lock Rakshasa Formation did not give him a chance to breathe. Before he could gather his composure, there was a sudden strong wind behind his ears, and a series of dangerous moves were like waves crashing on the shore, blocking him endlessly.
He couldn't imagine when the disciples behind him surrounded him. He might have fallen into their trap when he was fighting with Qing Kun. Thinking of this, his eyebrows tightened and he secretly screamed that something was not good.
There are two circles of disciples on the periphery, only about ten of them. One circle resists the enemy troops who want to rush into the formation, and the other circle surrounds and annihilates the prey caught in the formation. The halberds, halberds, and halberds complement each other back and forth to form a seamless circle, allowing the limited disciples to maximize their effectiveness.
The man was like a trapped beast at the moment, unable to exert his full power in a small space. Qingkun also jumped up from the ground again, but the situation was completely opposite to before.
Soon, there was a sharp sound, and under the simultaneous attack of three halberds, the man's blade was broken into two pieces.
At the same time, the disciples in the inner circle seized the opportunity and poked in five directions. The man couldn't avoid it and was immediately stabbed by the sharp halberd, killing him.
"Uu——" A group of disciples celebrated loudly and excitedly.
Not far away, Yue Shenchen felt somewhat relieved when she saw their victory.
Kowulf still fought bravely on the front line to kill the enemy, his dustpan-like fists unstoppable. Although his body was bleeding profusely, he still didn't care, sweeping the battlefield as if there was no one in it.
"It's so good, so good!" Kou Wufu shouted while beating him.
Yue Shenchen continued to regulate the magic and magical powers, while observing the six paths with his eyes.
In fact, he couldn't tell at all. Although the current stalemate seemed to have improved, he still felt uneasy when he saw people still rushing towards him.
I hope... I can win. He thought silently in his heart.
And in the forest behind Fengji Mountain, the deadly battle between Subiezhi and Jiuchongquan is about to come to an end.
After a night of fighting, the two men's energy was almost exhausted. There are countless craters and broken trees, and the place is completely in ruins.
Subiezhi's hand holding the sword slowly bleeds, and the clothes on his body are no longer as leisurely as before, becoming torn and messy. Jiuchongquan's current situation is only worse. His halberd has been broken into two halves, and he is now holding one half in each hand, struggling to hold it up.
