Faced with the siege of these three people at the same time, Lin Bing suddenly felt a burst of pressure. Although he had the strength of the foundation-building stage, after all, it was difficult for him to defeat four hands with two fists, not to mention that he had to concentrate on protecting the seriously injured spirit horse.
Lin Bing swung his sword to block the attacks of the two monks, while paying attention to the other man's movements with his peripheral vision.
The man took out a dark whip from his storage bag, with a sinister light shining on it. He raised the corners of his mouth with a cunning smile and whipped it towards Lin Bing.
The man with the black whip in his hand was the only one among them who was in the foundation building stage. He was secretly proud, thinking that he would be able to win over Lin Bing this time.
Facing the man's whip, Lin Bing did not dare to retreat any further. He knew that if he retreated again, the spirit horse would be in danger.
So Lin Bing gritted his teeth and jumped to the left with all his strength, barely dodging the whip.
But the corner of his clothes was cut open by the whip, exposing the skin underneath.
Lin Bing felt a burning pain, but he couldn't care less and immediately used all his strength to fight against these three people.
As the confrontation continued, Lin Bing gradually felt powerless. His sword dance became slower and slower. Every time he blocked the enemy's attack, he felt weak.
Lin Bing gritted his teeth and continued fighting with all his strength, but he knew in his heart that he would lose sooner or later if he continued like this.
The Foundation-Building monk with the long whip in his hand was particularly difficult to deal with. His long whip was as flexible as a poisonous snake, and every blow made a sharp sound, making Lin Bing unable to guard against it.
Lin Bing felt as if he was in a storm, and no matter how hard he tried to dodge, he could not escape the attack of the whip.
Suddenly, the long whip struck at Lin Bing's neck like a spirit snake spitting a message.
Lin Bing was startled, and his body leaned back reflexively, but the speed of the whip was so fast that he only had time to turn his head sideways and let the whip pass by the side of his face.
Lin Bing was shocked. He didn't expect this foundation-building monk to be so powerful. He just felt that the long sword in his hand was a little awkward.
On the other side, the other two monks also had fierce looks on their faces. They attacked Lin Bing crazily, as if they wanted to put Lin Bing to death.
Although Lin Bing was very powerful, he gradually felt a little powerless when faced with the siege of three people.
He thought to himself that it was not good, if things continued like this, he might really fall into trouble here.
In desperation, Lin Bing had no choice but to resist the three attacks while trying to find opportunities to break out.
However, the foundation-building monk seemed to see through his intentions. Every time Lin Bing wanted to break out, the monk would wrap his whip around Lin Bing's sword, preventing Lin Bing's attack from succeeding.
Seeing that Lin Bing was defeated, the three monks began to mock Lin Bing crazily.
One of them shouted.
"Boy, you don't even know who we are, but you dare to go against us! Are you tired of living?"
Another person said: "Hey, you think you are great because you are in the foundation building stage? Damn, you can't even protect your own mount. It's so embarrassing."
The foundation-building monk even threatened: "We will tie you up later and torture you so hard that you will taste life worse than death!"
Although Lin Bing was angry, he did not panic at all, because Lin Bing knew that he had one last trump card that he had not yet used.
Lin Bing's last trump card is "Phantom".
It was something that Luo Lan used on Lin Bing before, causing him to completely lose control of his body.
This is Lin Bing's biggest trump card, and the reason why Lin Bing is not using it now is because the time has not come yet. The trump card is most effective only when used at the most critical time.
When the three monks were most proud, Lin Bing took action without hesitation. He quickly took out a bead that exuded a faint light from his arms and threw it hard at the foundation-building monk.
The monk was twirling his long whip proudly when he suddenly saw a bead flying towards him, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it. However, Lin Bing's shot was too fast, and he had no time to react, and the bead hit him directly in the face. .
There was only a soft "bang" sound, and the beads exploded instantly, turning into a thick cloud of smoke that completely enveloped the foundation-building monk.
The monk felt a strange smell rush straight into his nose. The next moment, he was horrified to find that his body was completely out of control.
The monk's hands and feet became limp and he couldn't even lift a finger.
After seeing the foundation-building monk knocked down by Lin Bing in such a weird way, the other two monks looked at each other with horror on their faces.
They never imagined that this young man who was besieged by them would have such means and be able to instantly restrain a monk in the foundation building stage.
"Quick...run!" one of them stammered, his voice trembling badly.
The other person also realized the seriousness of the situation, and the two turned and fled away without hesitation.
Lin Bing naturally couldn't let the two monks escape, so he yelled.
"Want to run away? It's not that easy!" Then he chased after the two of them.
The two frightened monks fled forward desperately, but their speed was a world of difference compared to Lin Bing, and Lin Bing soon caught up with them.
Lin Bing held a long sword with cold eyes. He jumped up suddenly and struck at the two of them in the air. A dazzling sword light cut through the night sky and instantly split one of the monks in half from head to toe.
Blood spurted out, staining Lin Bing's cheeks red.
The other monk was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to escape, but Lin Bing appeared behind him like a ghost. He slashed with his sword and chopped off the monk's head.
The blood of the two monks dyed Lin Bing's clothes red, but his eyes did not waver at all. Lin Bing was like a cold-blooded killer, able to remain calm and collected no matter how powerful the enemy was.
After killing the two monks, Lin Bing did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he put their magic weapons and storage bags into his own storage bag. This was a good opportunity for him to make a fortune. Lin Bing Of course you won’t miss it.
Lin Bing carefully checked the storage bag, secretly wondering about the value of these trophies.
There must be a lot of good things in these magic weapons and storage bags, enough to take Lin Bing's strength to the next level.
However, Lin Bing did not immediately open the storage bag to check the contents, but decided to go back and check it slowly. After all, the most important thing now was to find the Yuxu Blue Spirit Horse and help it recover from its injuries.
After cleaning up the battlefield, Lin Bing returned along the original path and quickly found the location of Lingju.
Then Lin Bing immediately ran to the Lingju, squatted down and stretched out his hand to gently caress the Yuxu Lan Lingju, whispering to comfort it.
Lin Bing looked at the spirit horse with distress, stroked its mane, and said softly.
"I'm sorry Lingju, it's because the master came late that you were so seriously injured."
