Bang! A muffled sound suddenly came from the center of the battlefield, and then, Lu Yong's figure flew out of the sand and fog, followed closely by Tang Yin.

While Lu Yong was still in mid-air, Tang Yin's figure resembled an arrow, and he instantly jumped above him. He held Lu Yong's face with one hand and used his full strength to drop the Thousand Jin Drop.

Boom! There was another muffled sound, and the figures of the two fell sharply from mid-air to the ground. The force and inertia were so great that a large crater was created in the ground.

Looking at the two of them again, Tang Yin was kneeling on one knee, with one hand firmly pressed on Lu Yong's face, while the latter was lying at the bottom of the pit, obviously a little confused by the force of the fall.

Tang Yin's palm that grabbed his face slowly retracted, and the spirit armor creaked when he squeezed it without any warning. As he yelled loudly, he lifted his arm hard, and there was a crisp click, and Lu Yong's face cracked.

The entire spiritual armor was captured by him forcefully.

"Ah -" Lu Yong, who recovered from dizziness, yelled, raised his legs, clamped his ankles on Tang Yin's neck like scissors, and then swung it outward with all his strength, Tang Yin's body immediately flew out of the concave

crater, and the bullet flew five meters away.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to throw Tang Yin away, Lu Yong struggled to get up from the ground. He had just stood up, but before he could take a breath, Tang Yin, who had just been thrown out by him, reflected back and punched out with both fists.

Hit him on the chest and abdomen.

Lu Yong screamed strangely and flew out. At this time, he was still in the pit, and his flying body also made a large dent more than three meters long on the ground.

When he stopped, the man was almost buried in the soil. Before he could stand up, a blood arrow shot out from the mound of soil.

Seeing that Lu Yong was injured, Ye Zhuo, who was watching the battle, could no longer stand it. He shouted angrily and flew towards Tang Yin. The spiritual sword in his hand flashed with thousands of rays of light, and in an instant it seemed to transform into hundreds of thousands of swords.

Silver snakes were flying and circling in the air, shrouding Tang Yin.

Ye Zhuo was not polite at all, and used his trump card - the clever change of soldiers, in order to kill Tang Yin with the sword.

At this time, the weapon in Tang Yin's hand had been shattered in the fight with Lu Yong. Now he was bare-handed. Seeing the overwhelming attack of the opponent's military spirit transformation, he had no way to dodge or parry.

However, Tang Yin's response was simply beyond imagination. Under the huge spiritual pressure, he didn't need to use Shadow Drift, and directly rushed out with his extraordinary body skills and explosive power. Three steps merged into two steps.

When he came to Lu Yong, who couldn't afford to be injured, he grabbed the dirt with one hand and pulled it out. Then, he turned around and used Lu Yong as his shield to face the flying soldiers.

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Ye Zhuo could see it clearly, and his expression suddenly changed. If the magical transformation of the soldiers continued, even if Tang Yin could be killed, his senior brother would definitely not survive. At the critical moment, Ye Zhuo had no time to think too much, and shouted: "Go back!"

Following his words, thousands of silver snakes gathered together in the air and turned into a spiritual sword again. Then they flew almost close to the bodies of Tang Yin and Lu Yong, drew an arc in the air, and flew back to

In the hands of Ye Zhuo.

"Let my senior brother go!" Ye Zhuo clenched his hands and leaned forward, looking at Tang Yin's eyes flashing bloodthirsty red light.

"Let him go?" Tang Yin seemed to have heard what a funny joke. He first looked sideways at Lu Yong in his hand, then looked up and laughed, and said: "Of course you can let me let him go, but do you also want to

Show some sincerity?"

Ye Zhuo couldn't help but take a step forward and asked in a solemn voice: "How are you doing?"

Tang Yin shrugged and said calmly: "Throw away your weapons first."

When Ye Zhuo heard this, his face became even more ugly. If he threw away his weapon, wouldn't it be equivalent to surrendering to Tang Yin? However, his senior brother was in his hands, what could he do?

His face changed uncertainly, and he couldn't make up his mind for a moment. Regardless of what he was thinking, Tang Yin continued slowly: "By the way, your sword should be thrown far away, so far that I feel no threat!

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"You... don't bully others too much!" Ye Zhuo trembled and said in a low voice through gritted teeth.

"Then are you okay with me doing this?" As he spoke, Tang Yin moved his hand to Lu Yong's neck, pinched his neck and lifted him high.

As his fingers retracted, the spiritual armor around Lu Yong's neck also creaked, and cracks appeared. It seemed that the spiritual armor might break at any time. Once the protection of the spiritual armor was lost, his neck would also

Will be pinched immediately by Tang Yin.

Ye Zhuoji shivered and took a breath. Without hesitation, he waved the arm holding the sword vigorously. With a buzzing sound, the spirit sword spun into the air and flew a full twenty meters away before landing on the ground.

Nailed deeply into the ground, the spirit sword returned to its original state.

"Are you satisfied with this?! Leave and let go of my senior brother!" Ye Zhuo looked nervously at Lu Yong, who was being held high in the air by Tang Yin, with a look of shock and fear in his eyes unconsciously.

Seeing this, the smile on Tang Yin's face became even thicker. He didn't know whether to scold the other party for being too stupid or laugh at him for being too naive. The people in Shenchi were practicing spiritual martial arts to the point where they lost their minds. In front of the two armies, the two armies were hostile.

, how could I let him go?

He nodded first, then shook his head. Without saying any more, he directly released the Dark Fire. With a roar, the black flames on his arms suddenly burned onto Lu Yong's body.

The fire of darkness approached, burning the spiritual armor on Lu Yong's body and hissing, and white mist kept coming out.

"Tang Yin! You...what are you going to do? I have already thrown away the weapon as you said..."

"So you are a fool!" Tang Yin continued to cast the fire of darkness to speed up the burning of Lu Yong's spiritual armor, and said with a smile: "You forgot, this is a battlefield, not a competition ground. Soldiers, deceitful ways

Also, if you can't even see through the intrigues commonly used by military strategists, why are you joining the army and pretending to be a capable person? You, and your senior brother, are just a joke!"

Ye Zhuo was dumbfounded by what he said. After all, Tang Yin was also the monarch of a country, and he would go back on his words in public. Wasn't he afraid of being laughed at by the world?

Of course Tang Yin would also worry about these, but he did not regard these as the first factors he had to consider.

Amidst the hissing sound of the spiritual armor being continuously burned, the spiritual armor on Lu Yong gradually dissipated and turned into wisps of spiritual energy. Then, the fire of darkness could directly burn his body. At this time, the unconscious Lu Yong

He also let out heart-piercing screams.

His cry finally brought Ye Zhuo back to his senses. The latter screamed strangely and instead of rushing towards Tang Yin, he rushed directly towards the sword he had just thrown out.

Although there are many scattered weapons on the ground around him, they are not precious swords, and they cannot withstand his weapon's spiritual transformation. If he wants to defeat or even kill Tang Yin, the surest way is to use his weapon's spiritual transformation.

The distance of more than twenty meters was just a flash for a spiritual cultivator of Ye Zhuo's level. He saw that the distance between him and the sword changed from ten meters to five meters, and then to three meters.

Mi, just when his fingers were about to touch the hilt of the sword, the sky suddenly turned dark. Ye Zhuo felt as if he fell into an abyss instantly, unable to see his fingers, and the sword that was so close at hand also ran several meters away.

The open place stood on the ground, shining with a cold light.

Ye Zhuo didn't even think about it. He took a deep breath, jumped out in front of the sword, and stretched out his hand to grab it. His palm actually passed through the hilt of the sword, and the cold light of the sword dissipated in an instant.

No trace.

Ah? He breathed in his heart, this... what is going on? How could his sword disappear for no reason? He was puzzled. He raised his head and looked around again. Wherever he looked,

Nothing can be seen except darkness.

At this time, Ye Zhuo broke into cold sweat, and his eyes suddenly widened in horror. Could it be... could this be the top skill of the legendary dark spiritual martial arts - Shadow Phantom Prison?

Thinking of the name of the Shadow Prison, he shed more cold sweat. If he couldn't break out, he would definitely die. But now that he didn't even have weapons, let alone the use of spiritual changes to send troops, how could he break through the Shadow Prison?

While he was thinking about it, a low laughter suddenly came from in front of him: "Ye Zhuo, you could not live in peace and happiness in the Shenchi, but you came to the muddy water between Feng'an and Feng'an. Today you and Lu Yong died here, it's also

You two asked for it."

Ye Zhuo hurriedly looked up and saw that it wasn't Tang Yin or who was standing in front of him? He screamed proudly and flew forward, bending his fingers to grab Tang Yin's neck. As a result, he only caught a ball of ethereal air.

Tang Yin's figure was invisible.

This is the illusion in the shadow phantom prison! Ye Zhuo realized that he had been fooled. He gasped, stood up straight, and clenched his fists.

"Stop resisting fearlessly. If you are trapped in the phantom prison, you will only die." Tang Yin's figure appeared behind him again, leaning his head, close to Ye Zhuo's ear, and said with a smile.

"Instead of struggling and suffering, it is better to take off the spiritual armor, sit down and wait for death, at least it can die quickly." Another figure of Tang Yin appeared beside him, with a vague smile on his face.

"What are you waiting for? Do you still want to resist?" Another Tang Yin appeared.

More and more Tang Yin appeared next to Ye Zhuo. You said something, I said something, and in the blink of an eye, there were countless Tang Yin standing around him, and their words were like invisible big hands strangling Ye Zhuo.

neck, suffocating him.

Ye Zhuo, who had always lowered his head and remained silent, slowly raised his hands. What was unexpected was that he removed the spiritual armor from his head, and then inserted two index fingers into his own ears.

Two fingers pierced his eardrums, and blood flowed out. Ye Zhuo's body only shook, but he didn't even say a word. He closed his eyes tightly, not seeing or hearing, hoping to break Tang Yin's shadow.

Fantasy prison.

But at this moment, the shocked Tang Yin people around him suddenly burst out laughing again, and the laughter continued to spread into his mind. At the same time, a Tang Yin approached him and said softly: "Do you think you are ruining it?"

If you have six senses, will you not be affected by the Shadow Phantom Prison? The Shadow Phantom Prison exists here for you!" While speaking, he raised his hand and lightly tapped Ye Zhuo's forehead.
Chapter completed!