Pan He was confused by Tang Yin's sharp knife. When he saw the opponent's knife coming again, he hurriedly stepped aside to dodge, barely able to avoid the blow.
Tang Yin struck out more than ten swords in one breath, and Pan He was pushed back more than ten steps. The situation was extremely dangerous. Seeing this, the surrounding Zhenjun spiritual cultivators roared and attacked Tang Yin with all their strength.
Many spiritual cultivators released their spiritual martial arts skills in unison, with such terrifying momentum and powerful power that even Tang Yin did not dare to be careless and dodge out with shadow drift.
Tang Yin, Jiang Fan, and Cheng Jin are all dark spiritual cultivators. They have strange figures and appear and disappear. Although the Zhen Army has a large number of people, it is not easy to hurt them.
While his men were besieging Tang Yin, Pan He panted and quickly looked around the battlefield. His heart was burning with anxiety. The shadow drift of the dark spiritual cultivators was really powerful. With so many people on his side, he could not even hurt them.
What should I do?
While he was scratching his head anxiously, he suddenly remembered that Wu Rui once said that the best way to deal with dark spiritual cultivators is to use ropes.
Thinking of this, Pan He's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted loudly: "Brothers, wrap them with ropes!"
After hearing what he said, Sergeant Zhen immediately ran back to the house and took out the ropes. These ropes were all tripping ropes, thick and strong, and it was difficult for ordinary people to cut them off even with a knife. In Panhe
Under the command of Zhenjun, the Zhenjun no longer attacked blindly, but mixed sneak attacks with ropes in their attacks.
The opponent's ability to use ropes was quite beyond the expectations of Tang Yin and others.
Tang Yin was fighting fiercely with several Zhenjun spiritual cultivators. Suddenly, several Zhenjun spiritual cultivators in front of them jumped out. Before Tang Yin could figure out what was going on, a long rope hit him.
Zhu Heng came towards him, aiming for his neck. Tang Yin reacted very quickly, shrank his body, half-crouched and let the rope pass.
Before he could straighten up, another rope swept over from below. Tang Yin jumped up and tried to pass the rope, but his right foot avoided it, while his left foot was half a beat slower and was being caught by the rope.
The two Zhenjun spiritual cultivators holding the rope immediately ran in and out, causing the rope to buckle on Tang Yin's ankle, making it tightly entangled.
Seeing that his rope worked, Pan He was overjoyed and shouted: "Kill Tang Yin! Kill Tang Yin quickly!" Although he shouted happily, he did not rush forward. Just now he was frightened by Tang Yin's sharp knife, and now he is not
Dare to approach Tang Yin easily again.
He didn't need to remind him, the surrounding Zhenjun were not blind, and they naturally realized that the opportunity had come. Taking advantage of Tang Yin's ankle being entangled, everyone once again released their spiritual martial arts skills, and all attacked Tang Yin.
His ankles were restrained, and he could not use Shadow Drift. There were so many spiritual blades around him, and the spiritual thorns flew towards him in a concentrated manner. Anyone else would have panicked, but Tang Yin was calm and calm.
He raised the corners of his mouth, sneered, and muttered in a low voice: "It's a small trick!"
As he spoke, he held the sickle in his hand and swung the sword to the left and right sides calmly. As the sickle passed by, spiritual waves were generated, and two clicks were heard in the helix. The spiritual waves accurately struck the rope, breaking it instantly.
At the same time, the rope buckle tightly wrapped around Tang Yin's ankle was naturally loosened.
Almost as soon as the rope was loosened, Tang Yin's figure disappeared immediately, and the spiritual martial arts skills of the Zhenjun cultivators around him only hit the air. Pan He on the side could see clearly, and hurriedly ducked his feet, shouting:
"One rope is not enough, then use ten or a hundred ropes. No matter what today, the Tang thief must be kept!"
Everyone in the Zhen Army secretly grinned. It would not be easy to capture or kill Tang Yin. With Tang Yin's cultivation, he could be regarded as a top-level dark spiritual cultivator.
People lacked confidence, but under Pan He's hoarse urging, they could only cheer up and attack Tang Yin again.
Now the Zhenjun spiritual cultivators have automatically and consciously divided themselves into groups of two, with one person holding one end of the rope and attacking Tang Yin while looking for opportunities. As long as there is an opening, they will wrap the rope around Tang Yin.
Under the enemy's tactics, Tang Yin did not dare to be careless and dealt with it cautiously.
As the fighting intensified, more and more spiritual cultivators besieged Tang Yin, and the ropes became denser and denser. Gradually, Tang Yin began to be unable to resist.
After all, he is only one person, and he is surrounded by enemy spiritual cultivators. He cannot stand in front of him or behind him, and he cannot look to the left or right.
During the battle, Tang Yin only made one mistake, and the rope from behind wrapped around his waist. When Tang Yin was about to cut off the rope with his knife, another rope tightly wrapped around his knife-holding wrist, grabbing him.
The Zhenjun cultivator who was holding the rope used all his strength to tighten the rope, making it difficult for his arm to move at all.
Seeing an opportunity, a Zhenjun spiritual cultivator shouted and rushed towards Tang Yin with a knife, and the blade went straight to Tang Yin's head.
His waist was entangled, and Tang Yin could not move to dodge. His arms were entangled, and Tang Yin was unable to block with his sword. Just when the Zhenjun around thought that Tang Yin would definitely die, and the face of the spiritual cultivator who drew the sword showed a look of ecstasy, something unexpected happened
Something happened.
Tang Yin, who was undoubtedly dead in their eyes, suddenly kicked his leg. This kick came suddenly and exceeded the opponent's expectations. The Zhenjun spiritual cultivator who used the sword was not well prepared and was kicked solidly in the chest by Tang Yin.
On the top, the whole person was like a cannonball, which bounced straight back and fell into the crowd, knocking down a group of soldiers.
Looking at him again at this time, a big round hole had been kicked out of the spiritual armor on his chest. He was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching, and he looked like he was dying. I didn't expect that Tang Yin, who was restrained, could be so powerful and hurt people. The Zhenjun around him
They looked at each other and shouted in unison: "Shoot the arrow! Shoot the Tang thief!"
People retreated one after another, distanced themselves, bent their bows and nocked arrows, and wanted to shoot Tang Yin with arrows.
Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin on the other side were also troubled by Zhenjun's rope tactics. They could not protect themselves. They did not see the situation on Tang Yin's side, but Shan Yang did.
After all, Shan Yang was a general of the Sichuan Army. There were not many Zhenjun who besieged him, and most of them were ordinary soldiers. The Zhenjun did not want to kill him or hurt him, they just wanted to hold him back so that he could not help Tang Yin.
Facing the Zhenjun around him, Shan Yang could not bring himself to kill him, but now he saw that Tang Yin was restrained by Zhenjun's rope, and the Zhenjun had set up an arrow formation to shoot Tang Yin. Now Shanyang could
Anxious.
If Tang Yin had any shortcomings, the peace negotiations between the two parties would not only be ruined, but also the Sichuan country would be stigmatized for betrayal. How could Shan Yang let such a thing happen under his nose?
He roared suddenly and ran straight towards Tang Yin. The soldiers Zhen standing in front of him raised their spears and tried to catch him, but Shan Yang didn't even move his hands and slammed into him with his body straight.
Click, click - in a series of crisp sounds, the sharp edge of the spear hit his spiritual armor. Not only did it not hurt him at all, but it was hit by it and broke one after another. The soldier Zhen holding the spear was also hit and retreated.
, fell down one piece.
People looked at Shan Yang in horror and backed down in fear, not daring to move even half a step forward. In their eyes, spiritual cultivators like Shan Yang were no longer human beings, they were simply monsters.
Seeing the critical moment when Tang Yin was about to be shot, Shan Yang came over to cause trouble again. Pan He was furious. He separated from his group, faced Pan He, stopped him, and shouted in a loud voice: "General Shan, you can do it as long as you like."
Got it!"
Shan Yang raised his eyes and saw Pan He standing in front of him. His face darkened and he shouted: "General Pan, get out of the way quickly, otherwise don't blame my men for being ruthless!" As he spoke, Shan Yang raised his sword slightly.
He raised his hand, flicked his wrist, and the sword became spiritual. After fighting for so long, Shan Yang had just used the spiritual weapon.
Pan He stared at Shan Yang, his teeth itching with hatred. He suppressed his anger and asked in a cold voice: "Are you and I still allies?"
"Yes!" Shan Yang replied.
"Is the Feng Kingdom our enemy?"
"yes!"
"As the Wind King, should Tang Yin be killed?"
Shan Yang said: "I don't know whether His Highness Feng Wang should be killed or not. I only know that I was ordered to come here to ensure that His Highness Feng Wang returns to the city safely!"
"Shan Yang son, you have repeatedly ruined my affairs, why should I leave you to do this?!" Pan He's eyes turned red, he raised his spiritual sword and swung it at Shan Yang.
Then it was born.
Pan He didn't like Shan Yang, and Shan Yang didn't have a good impression of Pan He. Seeing that the other party had already dealt a cruel blow, he stopped being polite and responded with the same Luan Feng.
These two people, one was a general from the Sichuan Kingdom, and the other was a famous general from the Zhen Kingdom. Their public confrontation was also the beginning of the official breakdown of the alliance between Sichuan and Zhenzhou.
Shan Yang was strong in Lingwu, and Pan He was not weak either. Their Lingwu skills collided, and there was no difference between them. Shan Yang was about to fight back, but at this moment, the Zhen army surrounding Tang Yin began to gather together.
Shoot an arrow.
There was a tinkling sound in his ears, countless arrows were nailed to Tang Yin's spiritual armor, sparks flew up, and the eagle feathers broke off and fell to the ground.
The first round of arrows failed to break Tang Yin's spiritual armor, and then the second and third rounds of arrow rain from Zhenjun came again.
Under such close range and such continuous powerful shots, even a spiritual cultivator like Shan Yang could not hold on for long. He knew very well that if he did not rescue Tang Yin, the consequences would be disastrous.
Shan Yang was very anxious, shouted loudly, and used his ultimate skill, extremely confused!
I saw the spiritual sword in his hand shining brightly, and then, countless spiritual blades emerged, whistling and flying towards Pan He in front of him.
He made a killing blow, and Pan He did not hold back, channeling all his spiritual energy and also met the attack with spiritual chaos and extremes.
The direct collision between Lingluan·Ji and Lingluan·Ji was frightening. The scene was full of energy, sand and stones were flying, and even the soldiers who were far away around them felt as if they were in darkness.
With the same skills, there is no one who is stronger and who is weaker, what is competing is the cultivation of both parties.
Pan He's cultivation level can be regarded as first-rate, but compared with Shan Yang, it is still far behind. Under Shan Yang's spiritual chaos and extreme, Pan He's spiritual chaos and extreme disappeared, and the remaining spiritual blades continued to fly towards him.
.Pan He's face changed greatly in fear, and it was already too late to avoid him.