Martial Hero Rebirth

"Stop!"

Lin Yi yelled suddenly, and all Huashan disciples stopped, looking at Lin Yi suspiciously. Elder Qin was even more bewildered. He didn't know why Lin Yi was rushing so hard for a while and stopped for a while.

"What's the matter, Yier?" Lin Yi couldn't help asking.

Lin Yi remained silent and looked around solemnly. If he remembered correctly, this was the place where Huashan was attacked in his previous life. He scanned the surroundings with a vigilant expression, and shouted coldly: "Draw your sword!"

For a moment, all Huashan disciples looked at Lin Yi suspiciously, but they all obeyed the order and drew their swords out of their sheaths. After a few swipes, there was a forest of long swords.

Seeing Lin Yi like this, Elder Qin's expression froze, and he asked nervously, "Yi'er, do you have enemies?"

Lin Yi glanced around, and immediately looked at the woods beside the avenue in front of him. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up: "Enemies? There are enemies. And they are members of the Devil's Cult!"

"What? People from the Devil's Cult?!" Elder Qin's expression was shocked, and his face was full of rage: "Could it be that group of devils who slipped into my Central Plains rivers and lakes and disappeared? Damn, how dare you look for my bad luck on Huashan? !"

Elder Qin was obviously furious in his heart. When he came to Songshan, he was on guard all the way, but he didn't find this group of demon cultists. Unexpectedly, when he returned to Huashan happily, this group of demon villages came to his door, which made him very angry.

"Get off the horse! Set up a hedgehog array!" Lin Yi shouted and gave an order.

The Huashan disciples dismounted one after another, holding swords one by one, and arranged a formation of hedgehogs. All the long swords appeared outside, like a fortress with long swords outside.

The members of the Demon Sect in the woods looked at each other when they saw that the Huashan disciples had discovered them. They didn't know how Huashan found them.

Yang Xiaofeng, the elder of the Demon Cult, came out of the woods cursing, with a group of Demon Cult elite behind him. Walking on the avenue, he looked at Huashan disciples coldly.

"Damn it, it was discovered by these little bastards in Huashan! But it's okay, kill them all, don't escape anyone!" Yang Xiaofeng cursed, then shouted, waved his hand, and ordered all the elites of the Demon Cult to rush towards Huashan.

"Kill!"

One hundred second-rate masters, four hundred third-rate masters. More than five hundred members of the Devil's Cult drew their swords and knives one after another, all of them took out their weapons, roared loudly, and swarmed towards Huashan to kill.

In an instant, Huashan was surrounded.

Yang Xiaofeng and another first-class elder of the Demon Cult held their arms across their chests, quietly stayed behind and watched, suppressing the formation.

 …

See Demon Cultists. They came in droves, and all of them were members of the Demon Cult who had practiced their internal skills. At a glance, there are no fewer than four hundred third-rate masters. There are more than a hundred second-rate masters. All of them moved swiftly and showed killing intent, obviously they were the elite of the Demon Cult!

It is extremely rare to be able to organize a lineup of more than one hundred second-rate masters in the late stage of the Great War. Unless there is some kind of martial arts battle, otherwise, such a lineup will never appear so easily.

Lin Yi frowned slightly, but did not panic. Even if he is on the Huashan side. There are only more than 20 true disciples, and more than 300 disciples from the upper court, both in terms of number and number of masters, are at a disadvantage.

But marching and fighting is not as simple as superficial strength. The comparison is the highest combat power of the two sides, as well as the cooperation between combatants. In terms of cooperation, the Huashan disciples far surpassed this group of demon cult elites.

Noisy to kill, although there are many people. Although there are many masters, so what? In Lin Yi's view, a team without any discipline is a mob.

"Sword out!"

Lin Yi sneered, all Huashan disciples. Swords were drawn out one after another.

Like a wall of long swords, the tip of the sword faces outward. All stabbed outward. This scene was extremely neat, like a huge hedgehog suddenly opened its long thorns and launched it.

Puff puff!

Many disciples of the Devil's Cult didn't react at all when they rushed up. The Huashan disciples who were waiting in full force suddenly drew their swords, and they didn't even have a place to hide. Can't retreat, can only hide to the side.

But the stabbing long sword is like a wall of swords, where to hide?

He blocked one or two swords, but he couldn't block hundreds of stabbing swords. The members of the Demon Cult who were closest to the disciples of Huashan were stabbed by the long swords one after another, and they were severely injured and fell to the ground.

But Huashan disciple retracted his long sword, and suddenly drew out his sword again, forming another wall of swords.

Anyone who stands in front of Huashan disciples will be stabbed by the long sword. If they are unlucky, they will be stabbed several times and immediately fall to death. The luckier ones only stabbed the arms and suffered a little trauma. They all retreated in fear, but how far can they retreat?

The Demon Sect disciples in the back didn't react at all, and each of them still maintained the posture of rushing forward, and firmly resisted those who rushed to the front.

The disciples of Huashan just used three swords, and dozens of disciples of the Demon Cult fell to the ground, either dead or lost their fighting power.

Seeing that the Huashan disciple was going to strike the sword again, all the Demon Sect disciples backed away in fright, with panicked expressions on their faces.

Looking at this scene, Lin Yi sneered, and Elder Qin rode on the horse, standing in the middle of the sword array formed by Huashan disciples, condescending. The long sword pointed forward: "Forward!"

With an order, all the disciples began to step up step by step.

With every step, the ground shakes.

Tread Tread!

Even if the Huashan disciples did not move their swords, those demon disciples couldn't help but change their colors one after another, with frightened expressions on their faces. They retreated one after another, not daring to go forward.

Those who dared to step forward were also stabbed to death by the sword wall that Huashan disciples came out of.

Whether it is a third-rate master or a second-rate master, the ending is the same. You can block one sword, block several swords, but you can't block it, and you can't dodge dozens or even hundreds of swords.

Without any suspense, in the face of Huashan's hedgehog sword array, the elites of the Demon Cult were helpless. They just surrounded them firmly. Every time Huashan's disciples took a step, they took a step back.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yi smiled faintly. This group of Demon Sect disciples no longer had the will to fight. It's the time to charge with all your strength, let him be terrified and defeated.

Raising the long sword, he shouted: "Everyone is ready, charge!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Huashan disciple shouted loudly, stepped faster and chased even more urgently. The demon disciples were so frightened that they fled one after another. Frightened by the momentum of the Huashan disciples, they fled in defeat. All Huashan disciples formed a sword formation, charged with all their strength, and chased after them.

In an instant, the surrounded demon disciples collapsed.

There is no formation, everyone is retreating madly. Lin Yi smiled lightly, victory is that simple. Before the Demon Cult implemented militarization and army building in an all-round way, they were also a bunch of mobs. The reason why they behaved so powerfully was because the righteous people were a bunch of mobs.

There is a saying that a person is a dragon, but a group of people are worms.

This is a true portrayal of the world of great rivers and lakes, these high-ranking people from the rivers and lakes. If they fight alone, these demon cult elites are naturally powerful. But once they faced Huashan's sword array, they were helpless.

It was useless to charge up alone, and was forced back by the disciples of Huashan when they stepped out of a sword wall. Once you dodge, back away. It will retreat with the people behind, and all will retreat, and this retreat will be a complete defeat.

In the final analysis, they did not have a unified command and could not gather their strength.

Fighting is like street gangsters, there is no formation at all.

The big army is not fighting like street gangsters, but who is more disciplined and has a stronger command. Let them fight wherever they can, and when they draw their swords, they can draw their swords together.

 …

The smile and ferocious look on Yang Xiaofeng's face hadn't dissipated yet, and he was still thinking about how to kill all of these Huashan disciples, leaving no one behind. But he suddenly discovered that the elite of his Demon Cult had been inexplicably defeated.

Yes, inexplicably!

He just watched his subordinates swarming up, there was a series of tragic screams, and then listening to the thunderous steps, his demon cult elite was defeated!

The defeat was inexplicable, and the defeat was unreasonable.

The disciples of the Devil's Cult retreated crazily without any intention of fighting. In the end, under the roar of killing and roaring by the Huashan disciples on the opposite side, everyone was scared out of their wits, and they were all defeated!

Rout!

Yang Xiaofeng's nose was almost crooked in anger, and he slapped a demon disciple who fled to his side with a slap, and slapped his head into a living flesh, roaring: "Stop, stop!"

Hearing Yang Xiaofeng's angry roar, the disciples of the Devil's Cult stopped one after another, but it was useless. As soon as the Huashan disciples roared, they all drew their swords, charged, and killed them.

One by one, unable to bear it any longer, they started running again with this terrifying momentum.

Rout, rout!

Unable to stop these disciples no matter what, Yang Xiaofeng was helpless and even more angry. With red eyes, he looked at Elder Wang at the side, and shouted: "Brother Wang, let's go!"

Elder Wang nodded, and the two of them kicked off the ground and leaped into the air, like arrows flying from the string, towards Lin Yi and Elder Qin. In their view, only by killing both Lin Yi and Elder Qin can they win this battle.

Seeing the two men coming to kill, Lin Yi's pupils flicked, pointed at Elder Wang, and said to Elder Qin: "That first-class peak master belongs to the uncle!" Then he pointed to Yang Xiaofeng and said: "Leave this first-rate master to me! "

"Okay!" Elder Qin nodded heavily, with a murderous look on his face, he drew his sword out of its sheath, jumped out of the horse, and killed that Elder Wang head-on.

Lin Yi said to Wu Shouyi who was on the side: "Wu Shouyi, take command!" Then he looked at Linghufeng: "Linghufeng, take care of them!"

Wu Shouyi nodded, and Linghufeng waved his hand: "No problem!"

Lin Yi smiled slightly, with a serious look on his face, kicked his horse, drew his sword out of its sheath, leaped into the air, and killed Yang Xiaofeng head-on.

"Well done!"

Yang Xiaofeng yelled "Hello", and slapped Lin Yi's sword with his big hand. The internal force erupted, and with great force, it slammed into the long sword.

As soon as the two fought against each other, they immediately shook each other away and fell to the ground beside them. (to be continued ~^~)