Shaolin Temple's thirteen staff-using monks!
Based on Happy's memories, the thirteen Shaolin Temple monks were far stronger than the thirteen sabersmen who had followed North Placating Duke from the Desert Royal Court.
The thirteen staff-using monks had astonishing combat abilities, and they practiced Demon Subduing Staff Formation. They understood the essence of the formation, which was to use numbers to destroy a few. When they took turns with each other, even if dozens of Blessed Realm players attacked at the same time, they could easily withstand their attacks and destroy them. They had gained a great reputation during the Emperor's Birthday Quest.
Speaking of which, the thirteen people were even Happy's senior brothers in his previous life. However, at that time, Happy's abilities had been too low, and they had looked down on him.
"In my previous life, you also lost your tribute at the final moment here, and all your previous efforts were in vain. In this life, I will clean up the mess."
When he heard the sounds of intense fighting coming from the government-made road ahead of him, the blue-robed young man slowly stood up from his seat. He was naturally Happy, who had rushed to the foot of Mount Song through the night.
He changed into a set of tight-fitting black robes. Happy's calm and indifferent face looked even more mysterious and handsome. He calmly brought out a black strip of cloth and tied it around his face to cover his face. With a whoosh, he left the pavilion.
…
The battle happened at the intersection ahead of them.
One of the wheels of the already broken carriage had been cut in half. Three brocade boxes rolled on the ground. Not too far away from them was a horse that had been struck by an arrow and was lying in a pool of blood. It did not move, and it had been dead for a long time.
Clang!
Clang …
The thirteen staff-using monks protected the brocade boxes with enraged faces. They did not move a single step away from the thirty or so players at the periphery of the carriage. There were also around a dozen archers with their bows nocked at the sides of the government-made road in the distance. Their eyes burned brightly, and their arrows were locked onto one of the staff-using monks. They worked together with the people surrounding them to throw the staff formation into chaos.
At first glance, it was clear that this group of people had planned and prepared meticulously, and they had been eyeing the thirteen staff-using monks for a long time.
Even though the staff-using monks had the advantage of fighting in groups, the Blessed Realm players lying in ambush were clearly not mediocre. They did not linger in fighting. They only used the archers in the distance to launch an appropriate ambush, causing the staff-using monks to multitask or even multitask. One of the monks could not leave the carriage, so soon, they found themselves in a difficult situation. Three of the staff-using monks were injured. Once they were hit by arrows, their combat abilities were greatly reduced, and it was difficult for them to continue maintaining the staff formation.
As for the monks, they continued to wander around and did not attack. They worked together with the archers to occasionally launch powerful attacks, as if they were a cat chasing after a mouse. The thirteen staff-using monks' faces were filled with anger, and they were incredibly resentful.
"Shameless villain! Don't hide if you dare! "
"Hahahaha … Despicable people are despicable people. In any case, the darts in your hands are ours! And your lives!! " The attacker did not mind the staff-using monks' curses at all. He laughed coldly and continued using this method to whittle down the thirteen staff-using monks' strength so that he could gradually destroy their Demon Subduing Staff Formation.
"Come and get it if you have the guts! Iron Bastion! "
As the leader of the staff-using monks shouted in anger, the thirteen Shaolin Temple monks changed their attacks at the same time. The metal staffs in their hands spun madly like a turntable, and they alternated between moving forward and retreating. For a period of time, the shadows of the staffs flashed about, and waves of arrows were completely blocked. Even the players who intended to attack felt dizzy. They were at a loss of how to advance or retreat, and a few of them were injured.
The thirteen staff-using monks completely brought out the amazing effects of longweapons and archers!
"Child's play."
One person rushed out from the group of attackers. He was built, and his entire body was black. His gaze was fierce, and he spread his arms wide like a machine. He jumped up, and like an eagle, he pounced on the closest Shaolin Temple staff-using monk from above.
"Get lost!"
The thirteen staff-using monks reacted very quickly. The three of them stood in a neat row and moved forward with quick and swift steps. Their Alloy Staff brought with it layers of staff shadows, and with the momentum of lightning, they struck the person who came over at the same time.
Boom!
The person's waist, thighs, chest, and abdomen were injured at the same time. He cried out in pain and was sent flying.
But …
At the same time they struck the person, a huge force bounced back from the person's body. The three staff-using Shaolin Temple monks felt their qi surge. They took a step back, and an abnormal flush appeared on their faces.
The archers in the distance immediately found a weakness in the Iron Wall. The three people were struck by arrows at the same time, and a hole instantly appeared in the staff formation. It was as good as nothing.
With the staff-using monks swinging their staff shadows, they managed to block the misfortune of dying.
However, the three people's arms were struck by arrows, and their movements were not as good as before. It was already impossible for them to continue maintaining the staff formation.
The leader of the staff-using monks looked at the person with a fierce gaze.
"Iron Shirt!"
It was only at that moment that the group of staff-using monks noticed that the person who was struck head-on by their three companions had only taken a few steps back before he regained his footing. His expression remained the same, and his voice was very loud and clear. He did not seem to be injured at all.
Even if he had a body fortification technique at Grandmaster Realm, he should not have such terrifying defensive abilities, right?!
"Ignorant fool!"
A cold snort came from the air.
The person had already jumped high into the air and pounced on them again.
"Get lost!"
The staff-using monks turned around warily and went forward. This time, they used all their strength and sent the person flying again.
If a normal player was hit like that, no matter how strong they were, they should have suffered quite a lot of internal injuries.
However, the person only took three steps back before he negated all the force in his body. He slowly raised his head to reveal a smug and savage expression.
The expressions of the thirteen staff-using monks changed drastically.
"High-tier body fortification technique."
"At least you still have some brains."
The person smiled coldly. Then, his smile faded away, and he put on a stern and murderous expression without hesitation. "Attack!"
The archers moved together.
More than thirty Blessed Realm players attacked together.
Once their abilities were greatly reduced, the thirteen staff-using monks who lost the protection of the staff formation could not withstand the attacks from more than three elites who were at the same level as them. Besides, there were also professional archers who shot arrows at them.
In less than ten moves …
The thirteen staff-using monks were killed one by one. Their blood dyed the carriage and tributes behind them, which they had been guarding for days.
"The people from Shaolin Temple should be here soon. Take the tribute box and let's go!"
The group acted very quickly. Once they killed the thirteen staff-using monks, they quickly took the items and left behind a mess on the ground. Soon, they vanished without a trace.
Right after the group left, the unkempt middle-aged man in the pavilion appeared among the thirteen staff-using monks' corpses. He frowned and swept his gaze over them before he shook his head and sighed nonstop.
"Darn it all, if I knew that these monks were so useless, I would have helped you get rid of those archers. Sigh!"
Once he finished speaking, he cast a glance in the direction in which the group of people had left. He wondered whether he should chase after them.
There were nearly fifty Blessed Realm players, and they acted in unison. They should be from a clan or a fighting squad. It would be very difficult for him to snatch something from a proper organization alone.
Just when the unkempt middle-aged man was hesitating, his expression suddenly changed. He tapped against the ground and vanished from the spot as fast as lightning.
The sound of horse hooves thundered!
"Giddy-up! Giddy-up! "
"Surround them!"
The group of people who had just obtained the tribute quickly ran back. Dust flew behind them. A group of men with astonishing presences and the air of bandits chased after them on horses. There were quite a number of them.
The built and tanned man ran at the front. His feet moved like the wind, and he did not even dare turn his head around. His face was filled with shock and anger.
'Darn it!
I'll let it go if we run into the people from Forest Union right after we robbed them, but why … did a Mystical Realm martial artist appear?!
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