The Feng Army gritted its teeth and persisted. The people's physical strength had long been exhausted, and they were only relying on their willpower to support themselves in fighting. The Ning Army was also at the end of its crossbow. In this kind of close-range melee, neither arrows nor formations could be formed. This was
The battle that Ning's army was least willing to fight was that many of Ning's soldiers had never participated in such a bloody and fierce battle in their lives.
At this time, both sides were holding on and waiting, waiting for the other party to be unable to hold on any longer. The battle lasted from early morning to late evening, and even the inner sect's dark spiritual cultivators like Tang Yin could no longer hold on.
The spiritual energy is insufficient, but his physical strength has been severely exhausted. If the spiritual armor on his body is dispersed, you will find that his clothes are almost dripping with sweat at this time.
If the fight continues like this, not to mention the brothers below, even he will be exhausted to death! Tang Yin sighed secretly in his heart, and quickly withdrew from the front of his own camp without thinking much. As the leader, Tang Yin suddenly retreated.
This shocked the Feng soldiers, and their momentum suddenly weakened.
The Ning Army was completely on the opposite side. Seeing that the leader of the Feng Army retreated on his own initiative, and the person who posed the greatest threat to their own side ran away, the Feng Army's morale was shaken. The Ning Army's soldiers seemed to be on steroids, and they all became energetic and shouted.
The little screamer charged forward, forcing the exhausted Feng army to retreat step by step.
Let's talk about Tang Yin, who retreated to the back of his own camp, staggered a few times, couldn't stand, and sat down on the ground. He was a human, not a god. His body couldn't bear it in such a long and fierce battle, and he couldn't stand it.
He was always at the front, bearing the brunt of the fight against General Ning Bing, and his physical strength was much greater than that of other Feng Army soldiers.
At this time, he was sitting on the ground, the spiritual armor on his body suddenly disintegrated, and the sickle returned to two ordinary scimitars. He panted and looked around. This was the rear of the Feng Army camp, and there was no one who could still find it.
The soldiers who stood up looked at either corpses or seriously injured members of their own side, and their intermittent groans seemed like a steel needle, stimulating Tang Yin's nerves.
The battle was so hard that even Tang Yin's physical strength was exhausted and he had to retreat before the battle. This was his first experience. He sat on the arrow stack, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his face.
The dripping water dripped down my body, and within a short time, a large area of the wall tiles below were wet.
At this time, he suddenly heard someone calling him, "Master Tang, are you injured too?" Following the voice, a young girl walked over quickly. Now Tang Yin saw her as a shadow, and he squinted his eyes.
, he didn’t hold back the girl until she came close to him. He knew this person, it was the female doctor with whom he had an argument that day.
He didn't have the strength to speak, so he just smiled and shook his head slightly.
The female doctor looked Tang Yin up and down, and indeed saw no wounds on his body, and the other Feng soldiers were covered in blood regardless of whether they were injured or not. But Tang Yin was better, his armor was very clean, there was not even a drop of blood. Seeing this,
She not only doubted whether Tang Yin participated in the battle.
Not only did she frown, but she said: "Although Mr. Tang is the commander-in-chief, he should lead by example and take the lead, instead of hiding behind and being timid!"
Knowing that she had misunderstood, Tang Yin was too lazy to explain and had no energy left to explain anything. He swallowed hard, moistened his throat that was about to catch fire, and at the same time raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Then, he
He closed his eyes and condensed his spiritual energy. Silks of black mist spread out from his body and gathered around him. They never dispersed and accumulated more and more. After a short time, the black mist condensed into a human shape and turned into a harmonious body.
Tang Yin is exactly the same person.
His physical strength is empty, but his spiritual energy is still very abundant. He cannot participate in the battle, but he can use his shadow clone to continue on the battlefield.
The female doctor was startled by the sudden appearance of this extra person. She leaned back and couldn't stand. She sat down on the ground, eyes wide open, staring blankly at Tang Yin's shadow clone, unable to recover.
The shadow clone is not a real person, nor a body of flesh and blood, so it is naturally not limited by physical strength. As long as the real body is immortal and as long as the spiritual energy is sufficient, it can continue. After the clone was formed, he stood on the spot and stretched his muscles and bones, and then his eyes dropped,
Look at the female doctor sitting on the ground.
He chuckled, walked up to the female doctor, bent down, stretched out his hand to gently pinch her chin, and said faintly: "Sometimes I really wonder if you are a doctor, and if your mouth is used to piss people off to death.
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The female doctor was even more dumbfounded. Firstly, she was shocked and frightened by the sudden appearance of Tang Yin in front of her, and secondly by his wantonness and evil spirit.
The shadow clone didn't say any more. He let go of the female doctor, turned back, and strode towards his own camp. As he walked, he swung his arms, and his hands instantly turned into two long and sharp knives.
At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Brothers in front, please get out of the way!"
A familiar voice came from behind, and all the soldiers of the Feng Army looked back. When everyone saw clearly that Tang Yin was back, they were all happy and shouted: "My lord! Your lord is back again! Your lord is back to fight alongside us again."
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Tang Yin's presence or absence has a huge impact on the morale of the Feng army. With him here, people will have hope and the motivation to continue fighting. If he is not there, people's fighting spirit will drop sharply and their confidence will be completely lost.
.This is Tang Yin and the role of any general in the army.
Tang Yin, who returned to the battlefield, seemed to be a different person. He became more energetic, without spiritual armor on his body, but he charged directly into the Ning army. Two hand knives covered with dark fire were swung away, slashing the surrounding Ning army with blood.
Jets, spiritual mist swirled, and cries joined together.
Ning Jun's newly ignited fighting spirit was like a bucket of cold water being poured on him with Tang Yin's return, and it was cold from beginning to end, while Feng Jun's morale became high again. People followed Tang Yin, rushing forward and fighting with high altitude.
Shouting "Mighty Sir", my spirit has been aroused to the extreme.
Tang Yin took the lead in the counterattack, forcing the Ning army here to retreat continuously, causing chaos in the entire camp. Shangguan Yuan let Zhan Wudi over there see this and secretly grinned. He couldn't understand why these Feng troops were like this.
It's amazing, and it's just a local army, but it's more powerful than the central army, which is puzzling.
In fact, not all the Ning troops rushed to the city, and some of the Ning troops were waiting below the city. Zhan Wudi wanted to use this Ning army as a surprise force. When he and the Feng army were almost exhausted, he would send these Ning troops to join the battle.
, to completely eliminate the opponent. He originally wanted to wait a little longer to kill off the Feng Army, but now it seems that he can no longer delay that long.
Zhan Wudi immediately sent an order to his generals, ordering the Ning army outside the city not to stay any longer, and to join the battle in one fell swoop to capture the north gate of Jinhua.
At his order, the nearly 20,000 Ning troops outside the city who were ready to attack all mobilized and climbed up the city along the ladders.
This Ning army suddenly attacked the city, causing the Feng army that had the advantage to fall into a passive position again, and the situation on the battlefield became confusing again.
These two thousand Ning troops had not participated in the previous battle, and they were full of physical strength. They were a powerful new force on a battlefield where both the enemy and ourselves were extremely tired. At this time, there was no division of camps in the battle on the city wall, and the soldiers of both sides were fighting in a complete melee.
When they arrived at one place, they were killed like crazy.
The advantage of the Ning Army lies in the large number of people, and the advantage of the Feng Army lies in the strength of close combat. Both sides have their own strengths. If they were at their peak, the Feng Army would not necessarily suffer. But now that they have been fighting fiercely for a whole day, how can they still have 20,000 people?
A new opponent.
Tang Yin saw his side's disadvantage, and now he was also considering whether to ask for help from the brothers guarding the other three walls. But if he sent people from the other three sides, what would happen if the Ning army came to attack in large numbers?
After much deliberation, he still felt that something was wrong. He must not mobilize people from the other three parties until the last moment. If he just wanted to retreat from the enemy with the current manpower, the only way was to get rid of the Ning army's leader immediately, leaving it leaderless.
War leads to chaos.
Thinking of this, he jumped onto the arrow stack, looked up, and saw Zhan Wudi not far ahead, the commander gesticulating among the crowd. He gritted his teeth, used Shadow Drift, and went straight to kill him.
The huge crowd of Ning soldiers in front of him was no obstacle to Tang Yin, and with just a few moves, he was already at Zhan Wudi's side.
Many Ning Bing and Ning generals around them didn't see clearly what was going on. They were all shocked when they suddenly discovered that there was one more person in the crowd. Before they had time to take action, Tang Yin's two hand knives were thrust into Zhan Wudi's left and right weak ribs.
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Zhan Wudi's Lingwu was no ordinary general. He reacted very quickly, dodged sideways, and avoided Tang Yin's double swords. At the same time, he turned back and slashed out a sword.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to strike back, he turned around and got a clear look at Tang Yin's appearance.
Zhan Wudi didn't react at first, so he blurted out: "What is that?" After all, it is impossible for a normal person's hands to transform into a pair of swords. After he finished shouting, people realized that this was not a real person, but a real person.
The shadow clone of a dark spiritual cultivator. He chuckled in his heart and shouted: "I don't dare to show up with my real body, so I just made a clone to die..."
Before he could finish his words, Tang Yin's double swords came again. This time, the double swords were in a criss-cross shape, severing Zhan Wudi's neck. He secretly said, "How fast! Zhan Wudi didn't dare to be careless. He hurriedly raised his swords to parry. You two of them."
Back and forth, we fought together for the second time.
Tang Yin rushed into the enemy formation and fought fiercely and was invincible. Shangguan Yuanrang on the other side also saw it. He reacted quickly and immediately understood Tang Yin's intention. He was also exhausted from killing at this time. At this time, he was mentally strong and dragged the spiritual knife.
He also charged towards the enemy formation, hoping to fight Tang Yin in a double battle and become invincible.
The fierce battle between Zhan Wudi and Tang Yin prevented the surrounding Ning generals from intervening, but they might be able to block Shangguan Yuanrang's charge. A dozen Ning generals stepped in front of Shangguan Yuanrang, getting ready to fight.
A day of fierce fighting had consumed a lot of Shangguan Yuanrang's spiritual energy, but the situation at this time did not allow him to retreat. He raised the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand high, grinned and roared, and at the same time, the sword's light shot out, and the process of slashing with the blade was
The spirit is in chaos, and the extremes come out.