Qi Heng released his spiritual pressure to prevent Tang Yin from using Shadow Drift. Then, he raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a sinister smile, turned around, and waved his spiritual sword at Tang Yin, releasing the spiritual luàn wind.
What he used was one of the most common tactics used by light spiritual cultivators to deal with dark spiritual cultivators. He first used spiritual pressure to immobilize the dark spiritual cultivators so that they could not use Shadow Drift, and then used the dark spiritual cultivators' inability to cast shadow drift.
The shortcoming of using attack skills with large-scale damage is to kill them with spiritual martial arts. Of course, this tactic also requires a prerequisite, that is, the spiritual pressure released by the light spiritual cultivator must be strong enough. In addition, it also depends on
The depth of the opponent’s cultivation level.
Qi Heng's spirit luàn wind turned into a series of spiritual blades, blowing up a strong wind and shrouding Tang Yin. Seeing that the spiritual blades were getting closer and closer to him, the ferocious smile on Qi Heng's face became deeper and deeper, and he thought to himself:
Where will you hide this time?
He was waiting to appreciate the scene of the other party's tragic death, but soon the smile froze on his face. Tang Yin, who was standing on the same spot, suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he appeared directly in front of Qi Heng.
The distance between the two was so close that the spiritual armors at the tip of their noses almost touched each other.
"Ah——" Qi Heng screamed instinctively. He never dreamed that under his spiritual pressure, the opponent could actually use Shadow Drift.
Just as he was shocked, the two knives in Tang Yin's hands also stabbed his chest. At this time, it was Qi Heng. If it had been anyone else, he would have died under Tang Yin's knife.
Qi Heng's reaction was so fast that he didn't have time to think about it. He subconsciously lowered his body and fell to the ground on his back. His tall body was surprisingly dexterous and rolled backwards like a ball on the ground.
He walked three meters away, then turned over and stood up, his eyes gleaming with shock as he looked at Tang Yin in disbelief.
Tang Yin did not pursue him, but stood there leisurely, shaking the two swords in his hands like a child's play, and said: "If you want to use this level of spiritual pressure to kill me, I don't know whether you overestimate yourself or underestimate me."
Already?"
Qi Heng took a breath and couldn't help but look at Tang Yin in front of him again. At the same time, his eyes flashed with a strange light. After a while, he asked: "Who are you? There is no one with your level of cultivation in the world.
There are not many spiritual practitioners."
"I am Tang Yin!" Tang Yin did not hide his name.
"Tang Yin...ah? Are you the Wind King?!" Qi Heng changed his expression. The majestic Lord of the Feng Kingdom actually went to the battlefield to fight with him. This was incredible.
Tang Yin shrugged and said: "Your white-headed army cannot withstand the hundred thousand elites of my gale. No matter how powerful your spiritual martial arts is, it is only a drop in the ocean. How many nails can you crush if you are covered with iron? I advise you,
It’s better to stop struggling in vain, take your brother with you, and surrender to the king. Not only will you be fine, but you can also leave a way for your brother to survive. Why not?"
"You want me to submit to your Feng Kingdom? Haha -" Qi Heng looked up and laughed, and said: "If I wanted to surrender to the army, I would have done so long ago. Why wait until now? It's easy for you to want me to submit to you. You have to defeat the enemy in my hand first.
Let’s talk about the Nine-turn Soul-Severing Knife!” After saying this, he cheered up, gathered his spiritual energy, and released his spiritual pressure again.
However, this time the spiritual pressure he released was much more powerful than before, and its range expanded to twenty meters away. Even Tang Yin, who was some distance away from him, felt like he couldn't breathe.
"Watch the sword!" Qi Heng once again took the lead in attacking, releasing the spirit luàn·wind.
It's just that under the powerful spiritual pressure, the spirit blade formed by the spirit luàn wind is also greatly affected, and the flying speed is much slower than normal. Under such spiritual pressure, Tang Yin's Shadow Drift cannot be used, but
Taking advantage of the gap where the speed of the opponent's spiritual blade was greatly reduced, he swayed and slid twice in a row, narrowly avoiding the attack range of Lingluàn·Feng.
Sand, sand, sand! Several spiritual blades almost slid past his spiritual armor. If he had taken even half a step slower, his spiritual armor would have been cut open.
Tang Yin had a good chance of hiding, but he was not forgiving and said with a smile: "Even if I don't use Shadow Drift, your skill is more than enough to dodge!"
Qi Heng did not have a hot temper, but under Tang Yin's provocation, his anger boiled into his head. He roared, the spiritual sword in his hand shone brightly, and flashed with thousands of rays of light, and at the same time he shouted: "I think you are still here this time."
Where are you hiding?!" As he spoke, his spirit was released.
The dense spiritual blades were overwhelming, and without the ability to use Shadow Drift, Tang Yin broke out in a cold sweat. At this time, he no longer cared about whether he was embarrassed or not. He bowed first, and then flew to the side like a spring,
After landing, he rolled and crawled several meters away, and then he completely got out of the way of Lingluàn Ji. Tang Yin stood up in disgrace, forced himself to be calm, and still said with a smile: "With this little ability, you can beat me."
, it’s too overestimating one’s capabilities.”
Qi Heng's anger grew stronger and stronger, he screamed strangely, and released two spiritual luàn poles in succession.
Lingluàn·Ji's attack range is indeed wide and powerful, but under the powerful spiritual pressure, the effect has been sharply reduced. Although Tang Yin was embarrassed, he finally got out of the way one by one without any danger.
The more Tang Yin hid, the more docile he became, while Qi Heng became more and more angry as he fought, constantly releasing his spiritual martial arts skills, thinking of killing Tang Yin with one move. On the surface, the situation on the battlefield was already very clear, and Qi Heng had an absolute advantage.
Tang Yin* had to jump up and down, dodge left and right, and was surrounded by dangers, without the ability to fight back. But in fact, the situation was completely different. Qi Heng almost used all the spiritual martial arts skills he had learned.
, but it didn't hurt Tang Yin at all. Instead, he was so tired that he was panting. You must know that the release of his spiritual pressure was enough to consume his spiritual energy. Coupled with the continuous release of spiritual martial arts skills, the spiritual energy in his body was seriously depleted. If he continued to fight like this,
It won't be long before the spiritual energy in the body is exhausted, and you will have no choice but to be slaughtered by others.
As he continued to fight, Qi Heng had a flash of inspiration and realized something was wrong. Tang Yin was just dodging blindly, which did not waste much energy, let alone spiritual energy. But he was different. If he continued to fight like this, he would probably suffer a big loss in the end.
He hurriedly withdrew his attack, stopped attacking fiercely, stood up, and stared coldly at Tang Yin. The latter also stabilized his figure, met Qi Heng's gaze, and said with a smile: "Why don't you fight? It can't be so fast.
Don’t you have any strength?”
"Hmph! You deliberately spoke to provoke me and wanted to use up my spiritual energy. Do you think I don't know?" Qi Heng said coldly.
Hey! This Qi Heng is really good, at least he is not a simple-minded person with well-developed limbs. Tang Yin smiled secretly in his heart and said bluntly: "You actually saw through it, but it doesn't matter, we are competing in terms of skill!" As he said,
He closed his swords and turned them into long and narrow sickles, and then raised his fingers contemptuously towards Qi Heng.
Seeing this, Qi Heng became angry again, but soon he realized that this was still the opponent's provoking method. He took two deep breaths and suppressed his anger. He sneered and said: "I also want to see how skilled Feng King is.
Awesome!" As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed up to Tang Yin and struck Huashan with a powerful chop.
Tang Yin parried with the horizontal sword, but the blade was tilted, and he used his skill to remove the force of the opponent's heavy sword. Bang! Tang Yin was knocked back half a step, and at the same time he swept backhand with his backhand, slashing Qi Heng's waist. The latter did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly closed the sword to block.
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Two people, two spiritual knives, flew up and down, and fought again. In terms of strength, Tang Yin was defeated by Qi Heng. In terms of spiritual energy cultivation, Tang Yin also had no advantage, but in terms of skill, no one could be better than him.
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The two of them have their own strengths and weaknesses, and their fight is extremely dangerous. One careless move could result in death on the spot. However, because Qi Heng has been releasing spiritual pressure, there is no strong wind on the field, so
There was no flying sand and stones, so it was relatively bland.
The wind generals watching the battle looked at each other in confusion. Judging from the situation, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched. If the fight continued like this, the king and Qi Heng would not know how long the fight would last.
Ye Tang winked at the people on the left and right and said: "Qi Heng is just a bandit, and we don't need to be polite to him. Instead of letting the king fight him alone, why don't we all come together to assist the king and kill this thief!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately responded. Gao Yu, Zhan Peng, and Yang Mao, the three generals who had dealt with Qi Heng, were the first to say: "Yes, the king has a body of thousands of gold, how can a mere bandit have the qualifications to compete with the king?"
Fighting? Let’s all fight together!”
"Okay! Brothers, come together!"
Under the call of the four men from Ye Tang, more than a dozen generals were dispatched, each wearing their spiritual armor, showing off their spiritual soldiers, and urged their horses to rush towards the battlefield.
Although Tang Yin and Qi Heng were fighting to the death on the battlefield, during the fight, both of them had eyes and ears in all directions. Dozens of wind generals were running towards them at lightning speed, and both Tang Yin and Qi Heng saw it.
Qi Heng quickly attacked with several swords and pushed Tang Yin away. Then, he jumped back and jumped out of the circle. Then he sneered at Tang Yin and said, "I thought King Feng was going to compete with me in an upright manner. It turns out that
In the end, you still have to rely on the many to bully the few!"
Tang Yin glanced at the running subordinates with the corner of his eye, narrowed his eyes, smiled, and said: "Qi Heng, you have to understand that I am here to suppress bandits, not to compete with you! Since it is a war,
Everyone has to rely on his ability and strength, so how can he be upright?"
"Strong words! There are many of you, so I won't accompany you!" After saying this, Qi Heng turned around and ran up the mountain. Tang Yin alone was difficult enough to deal with, but with so many generals, Qi Heng expected that it would be difficult for him to win.
He wanted to leave, but Tang Yin refused to let him go. Taking advantage of Qi Heng's retraction of his spiritual pressure, Tang Yin used his shadow to drift directly in front of him, and swung his sickle out, sweeping across Qi Heng's neck.
Qi Heng lowered his head to dodge without fighting back. He bypassed Tang Yin and continued to run forward.
He ran fast, but he couldn't catch up with Tang Yin's shadow, which followed him like a shadow, clinging to Qi Heng. The two of them fought intermittently, and before they knew it, the generals had caught up and dragged Qi Heng and Tang Yin away.