Chapter 395: It was still far away from Mo Ying, so Tang Yin abandoned his horse and quietly rode towards Mo Ying. He lay down in the grass a mile away from Mo Ying and quietly looked across.
As he expected, there were not many Mo troops here, and the guards were not very tight. There were only a few soldiers responsible for guarding the wall. It seemed that the main force of the Mo army had indeed been transferred to the front camp to resist the Hundred War Army.
This was a good opportunity for his side to break the camp. If he didn't attack now, how long would he wait? Tang Yin knew what he was doing, and then quietly returned to the direct army's main position and issued the order for the entire army to attack.
Under the command of Tang Yin, the entire direct army was dispatched, rushing out from the rear of Moying like a tide.
When they advanced to less than two miles away from Camp Mo, a series of sirens were heard from Camp Mo. At this time, people inside the camp were shouting and shouting, as if a pot was exploding.
Tang Yin was secretly happy. The more chaotic the Mo camp was, the more defenseless the opponent was, and the more likely it was that his own sneak attack tactics would succeed. Holding the spiritualized scythe, he rushed to the front, with Asan on his left and right.
Ah Si, Cheng Jin, Wu Ying and other generals.
Soon, a large number of Mo troops emerged on the city, and then sparse arrows flew down from the wall.
Such an arrow array did not pose a threat to Tang Yin. Even if he could not block all of them, a few scattered arrows hitting him would not be able to break his spiritual armor. In the blink of an eye, Tang Yin, who was leading the way, had already rushed within a short distance of Mo Ying.
Fifty paces away.
At this moment, just hearing a creaking sound in front of them, the camp door of the Mo army suddenly opened, and a force of thousands of Mo soldiers came out to fight back. However, after they came out, the camp door was immediately closed again, killing these Mo soldiers.
The whole army was locked up outside the camp.
When Tang Yin saw this, he couldn't help laughing. It was obvious that the Mo army's rear camp was not strong enough and planned to use a small group of soldiers to contain his side for a while to buy time for the main army to retreat.
However, how could Mo's army, which numbered only a few thousand, be able to withstand his own direct army?
Mo Jun came out of the camp. Instead of slowing down, Tang Yin ran faster. In an instant, he was in contact with Mo Jun who came out of the camp.
As Tang Yin waved his arms, a blazing black flame burned on the sickle. As the blade slashed out, three Mo soldiers came towards him. Their armors were cut open, but no blood spurted out. Only white mist rose from it.
The wounds on their chests popped out.
It was too difficult for ordinary Mo Bing soldiers to stop Tang Yin. The latter hardly expended much effort, slashing and slashing, killing more than a hundred Mo Bings. However, the number of Mo Bings was not small.
After the killing, I still don’t know how long it will take to kill!
Tang Yin took a deep breath, released the spiritual energy in his body, and concentrated it on the sickle. In an instant, the sickle suddenly appeared with thousands of rays of rays of light. The dazzling light seemed to rise from the ground like a sunrise. At the same time, the shape of the sickle also changed.
Great changes are taking place, strange thorns appear everywhere, and the irregular shape of the knife becomes more uneven.
"Kill--" As he shouted, he raised the sickle high and slashed viciously at the densely pressing Mo Jun directly in front.
Ouch!
Before Mo Jun on the opposite side could figure out what was going on, a huge 'God of Death' suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the God of Death. It was four to five meters high, suspended in the air, and dressed in black.
It is wearing a long robe and holding a giant bright red sickle. What is particularly terrifying is that its head has no skin and flesh, just a bare skull, and its two eye sockets are shining with a strange and terrifying green light.
The 'God of Death' was covered in black, even the bones of his head were black, and there was black fire all over his body. Along with the 'God of Death', there were strange screams like ghosts and howls.
This is Tang Yin's trump card, the spiritual martial arts skills derived from the spiritual transformation of the soldiers, Ghost Blood Blade? Violence? Three consecutive battles.
The huge phantom that appeared was shrouded in dark fire, holding a sickle high, and flew straight towards Mo Jun.
Wherever it passed, Sergeant Mo's soldiers screamed and wailed. All the soldiers touched by it were burned by the fire of darkness, and white spiritual mist emitted from their bodies, killing them on the spot.
On the battlefield, the phantom flew by quickly, like a gust of demonic wind, and a long spiritual mist emerged from behind. The phantom flew from the front of the Mo army to the end of the formation, and then continued unabated, rushing to Mo
In front of the camp gate, the sickle held high by the shadow finally came down, hitting the camp gate with a heavy blow.
A click was heard in the helix of the ear, and sparks flew from the camp gate, which was wrapped in thick iron sheets, and it trembled up and down. Just after one heavy blow ended, the phantom wheeled up the sickle again, click, click, and struck two consecutive heavy blows.
It wasn't until after three cuts that the huge and terrifying shadow slowly dissipated in the air. But looking at Mo Ying's camp gate, three cracks were cut out, and then there was another loud bang, and the huge Mo Ying's gate
The camp gate collapsed.
Tang Yin's Nether Blood Blade? Violent? Three consecutive attacks, not only killed hundreds of Mo soldiers in one breath, but also directly knocked down the gate of Mo camp. Its power was simply beyond the power of human beings.
Even Tang Yin himself was startled by the violent power of Youhun Blood Blade. He was stunned for a moment. He waved the sickle in his hand forward, turned around and shouted: "Brothers, charge!"
Before he finished speaking, he rushed out first. As he walked by, he inhaled all the spiritual mist floating in the air into his body. He barely encountered any obstruction and rushed to the gate of Moying smoothly.
Because the camp gate had just collapsed and the dust had not dispersed, Tang Yin couldn't see clearly what was going on inside the camp. Just as he was about to go inside, a biting cold wind suddenly hit him from inside the camp.
Tang Yin was secretly surprised, but he reacted quickly and without thinking, he raised his sickle to block. Bang! This violent collision of iron weapons was like thunder in the clear sky, and Tang Yin felt an extremely powerful force like an overwhelming force.
Press on yourself.
With his feet close to the ground, he slid back more than two meters before he stabilized his body. His heart trembled. He raised his eyes and looked forward. When the dust gradually dissipated and settled, Tang Yin looked at
It is clear that there is a member of Mo General standing behind the gate of Mo Camp.
This man is six feet tall, with a strong back and a strong waist, with big shoulders and round waist. His whole body is covered by pure white spiritual armor. The spiritual armor is thick and has sharp edges. In his palm, he also holds a long spiritual knife with a sword on the shaft.
There is a coiled dragon around it, and the dragon's head reaches directly to the blade. This sword is famous for its Dragon Soul Slash.
This General Mo is none other than Xiang Wen, the world-famous top general of the Mo Kingdom, who is as famous as Lian Ge. Looking behind him, the Mo Army camp is filled with darkness, all of them are Mo Jun. No one can even see it.
Margin, I don't know whether it is tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.
After Tang Yin looked at it, he took a breath and blurted out: "Xiang Wen?"
"Haha——" Na Mo Jiang laughed on his back, stepped on the collapsed camp gate, and walked out with a knife. He shook his head and said: "Xu Shuai is really good at predicting things. Xiang Wen has been waiting here for a long time. I thought this time
We could only wait for the shrimp soldiers and crab generals from the Feng Kingdom, but unexpectedly, we were waiting for the big fish, His Highness the Wind King!"
Ah! Tang Yin frowned secretly. It turned out that Mo Jun was not unprepared, but had been on guard for a long time, waiting for his side to sneak attack the camp! Xu Lengzhi was so powerful! Although he was shocked in his heart, he showed no signs of it.
Lu, he said calmly: "Xiang Wen, you have served two generations of kings of the Mo Kingdom, and you can be regarded as the 'veteran' of the Mo Kingdom. You know Shao Fang is a man, and I advise you, Yuanhunjun, dear and wise king,
Give up Mo Country as soon as possible and join me, Dafeng!"
Xiang Wen laughed angrily, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Actually, Xiang Wen has already had this intention!" Then, he lifted up the Dragon Soul Slash in his hand, shrugged and said, "It's just that Xiang Wen's sword didn't agree!
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"Hmph!" Tang Yin sneered and said, "It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words! I respect you as a man, but it's a pity that you didn't drink the toast and got the fine wine. Today, you can't blame me for being ruthless."
"Haha, Feng Wang has such a loud tone, but it's not certain who will win!" Xiang Wen didn't take advantage of Tang Yinji's general technique at all, his heart was as calm as water, he didn't get angry, let alone get angry.
He turned his head sideways and shouted loudly behind him: "Our officers and men listen to the order. Today, whoever kills an enemy soldier will be credited with a great achievement. Anyone who kills an enemy general will be promoted three levels in a row and enter the title of nobility!"
There is always no shortage of brave men under heavy rewards. As soon as I asked the question, many Mo soldiers in the rear rushed out of the Mo camp screaming and roaring as if they had been beaten to blood.
People's first choice target was naturally Tang Yin, but before they could reach Tang Yin, they were blocked by the wind generals such as Ah San and Ah Si.
Tang Yin didn't even look at the wolf-like and tiger-like soldiers of the Mo army around him. His eyes were always fixed on Xiang Wen. He knew in his heart that his real opponent was none other than this fierce general of the Mo army.
Xiang Wen picked up the knife and walked towards Tang Yin step by step. Before anyone arrived, the spiritual pressure arrived first. The spiritual pressure was invisible, but the spiritual pressure emitted by Xiang Wen seemed to be tangible. As he moved, the pressure on the ground
The dust was lifted into the air and flew forward.
When he was ten steps away from Tang Yin, he could no longer walk. His spiritual pressure had come into contact with Tang Yin's.
Before they could take action, the two spiritual pressures started a duel first. Even if Tang Yin's cultivation level was not as high as Xiang Wen's, it was not much different. They were both top spiritual martial arts masters, so the duel between the two spiritual pressures was also extremely exciting.
Under the strong pressure generated by the spiritual pressure of the two of them, the dust on the ground continued to fly up, swirling back and forth in the air five meters away from the two of them. After the dust on the ground flew away, cracks began to appear on the ground. At first, it was just one.
But as time went on, there were more and more cracks in the ground. Then, broken clods of soil and stones slowly rose from the ground. Under the squeeze of two streams of spiritual pressure, they gradually broke into powder and mixed with
In the dust.
At this time, ordinary Feng Jun and Mo Jun couldn't get close to the two of them. When they rushed five steps away from them, it was as if they were blocked by an invisible wall, making it difficult to move forward even half a step.
The showdown in spiritual pressure was a pure competition of cultivation, but Tang Yin, who was not as good as Xiang Wen in cultivation, naturally suffered a loss. Gradually, sweat broke out on his forehead and his body was trembling slightly. On the other hand, Xiang Wen, who was opposite him, was angry.
Calm and relaxed, without the slightest sense of strenuousness.@.