Seeing this scene, Huan Jun's eyes widened and his face turned pale, looking at Tang Yin as if he had seen a ghost.
Just when Huan Jun was stunned by Tang Yin, a group of dark spiritual cultivators came from behind him. The leader was none other than Cheng Jin.
Among the crowd, Cheng Jin took the lead, cutting a bloody path, rushing to Tang Yin, and asked urgently: "Is the king okay?"
Tang Yin was fine, but his physical strength was a little weak. He stabbed the sickle in his hand hard on the ground, panting and slowly shaking his head.
"Your Majesty, the wall of the village has been captured by the enemy. All the brothers have withdrawn to the camp. Let's go down first!"
Cheng Jin looked at the wall full of enemy troops in front and behind, and was secretly speechless. No matter how powerful the king was, how many nails could he drive with his body made of iron? With so many enemies, they would be exhausted until the end of the battle.
Tang Yin did not insist on his own way this time. He rested for a moment, then took a deep breath, shook his head towards Cheng Jin, and said: "Let's go!"
They all also followed.
There were many Huan troops on the wall, and a large number of Huan troops rushed into the Feng camp at this time. They had already joined hands with the Feng troops who had retreated earlier.
Thousands of Feng troops were scattered by tens of thousands of Huan troops. There were shouts of killing everywhere in Xiying, and Huan troops could be seen running in groups everywhere, but the figures of the Feng troops had already disappeared.
It's almost invisible.
Tang Yin led Cheng Jin and his men, and as soon as they got off the stronghold wall, hundreds of Huan soldiers rushed towards them. Tang Yin didn't even have time to take a breath, so he could only raise his sickle to meet the enemy.
Sha! As the cold light flashed by the sickle in the air, the two Huan soldiers who were the fastest were chopped to the ground. Immediately afterwards, several hidden arrow personnel crossed Tang Yin and rushed into the crowd of Huan soldiers.
The spirit knife flew up and down, and a burst of blood burst out from the crowd. The Huan soldiers who rushed up fell to the ground one after another, and the blood dyed the loess on the ground blood red.
Under the ferocious attack by An Jian and others, hundreds of Huan soldiers were killed and retreated, leaving stumps and broken arms all over the ground. However, as soon as these Huan soldiers retreated, more Huan soldiers rushed in from all directions.
People came over, holding swords and spears high, shouting and roaring, and their bloodshot eyes seemed to want to eat Tang Yin and others alive.
Tang Yin sighed secretly, dragged his tired body, and fought again. Please familiarize yourself with the domain name.
Just after knocking several Huan soldiers in front of him to the ground, his back seemed to be hit hard by something. He staggered forward a few steps, and when he looked back, it turned out that there were several enemy soldiers standing on the wall with arrows.
The hand is shooting an arrow at him.
Without thinking, he put the sickle in his left hand, lowered his body, grabbed a spear from the ground, turned around and threw it towards the wall of the village.
Pounce! The spear hit an archer in the lower abdomen. The man screamed and flew backwards, falling directly from the wall of the village to the outside. The other archers were so frightened that they fled one after another and disappeared in Huan Jun's field in an instant.
in the crowd.
Tang Yin greeted Cheng Jin and said, "This place is too close to the village wall, charge over there!" As he spoke, he pointed to the north. From the current point of view, the number of Huan soldiers rushing over from the north was relatively small.
Cheng Jin responded and followed Tang Yin with hidden arrows to the north.
Not far after rushing out, I saw countless Huan soldiers surrounding me in front of me. The crowd also made fighting sounds and screams from time to time. I didn't need to go close to check to guess that it was the Huan soldiers who were besieging my side.
Soldiers.
Without saying a word, Tang Yin rushed over with his sickle in hand, and when he arrived in front of Huan Bing's crowd, he swept the sickle outward from left to right.
At the same time as the sickle passed by, the spirit bojishè flew out and flew into the crowd of Huan soldiers, causing screams. Dozens of Huan soldiers did not even understand what was going on, and were intercepted by the spirit bojishè flying from behind.
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"There are enemies here..." Hearing the screams of their companions, the surrounding Huan soldiers turned around, just in time to see Tang Yin, Cheng Jin and others holding sickles. The shouting Huan soldiers only shouted half of their words, and the blade of the sickle was
Half of his head had been cut off, and scarlet blood and white brains splashed all over the faces and bodies of the people around him.
Tang Yin was like a murderer at this time, and his eyes were completely red. As long as anyone wearing Huanjun armor appeared in his sight, he would be his target.
Under his continuous chops, Huan Bing's encircling circle was torn open, leaving a bloody path. He stepped on the corpses on the ground and rushed to the center of the encircling circle.
In the encirclement of the Huan Army, there were more than two hundred soldiers of the Feng Army trapped. Originally, they were determined to smash their bodies to pieces and commit suicide. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the king actually fell from the sky and miraculously appeared in front of them.
"Your Majesty——" When they saw Tang Yin, all the soldiers were filled with tears and crawled on the ground to surround him. At this time, Tang Yin was furious, but it was not to the point where he could not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
He put the sickle behind his back and looked around at everyone. Most of these Feng soldiers were injured, with blood all over their faces and bodies. It was hard to tell which ones belonged to them and which belonged to the enemy. Their armors were all crooked.
Breathing frequently.
After looking at it, Tang Yin clenched his fists and said in a loud voice: "Brothers, don't panic. As Jiutian Wenxuewang spoke, he separated the people, held the sickle upside down, and continued to kill towards the north.
Originally, this group of Feng troops had become the enemy of the Huan army, and now they were about to break out. The Huan army naturally tried their best to block it. The huge crowds of Huan soldiers gathered more and more, blocking the way of Tang Yin and others for a long time. Looking up,
The enemy troops ahead can no longer be seen at a glance.
Facing so many enemies, even with Tang Yin here, Soldier Feng couldn't afford to break out. Tang Yin was not the same. If he really wanted to kill him with one knife and one shot, he felt that he would not be killed by the enemy.
You have to be exhausted.
He tensed up, and the sickle behind his back suddenly showed a dazzling light. Looking at Tang Yin at this moment, it seemed as if a sun was rising behind him.
Everyone present, whether they were Feng Jun or Huan Jun, were all shocked and instinctively retreated backwards.
At this moment, Tang Yin's sickle had changed. The sickle had a double blade, and a sharp edge protruded from the front. It looked like a sickle but not a sickle, and looked like a halberd but not a halberd. It was also extremely huge, looking weird and terrifying.
Without warning, Tang Yin slashed the scythe from behind into the sky, and heard a roar in his ears. The scythe cut through the sky, and a huge shadow was born. The shadow was over ten feet tall, floating in the mid-air, with its body shrouded in hood.
The black robe was burning with black fire, and he was holding a black sickle in both hands. At the same time, he also made a deafening roar.
This is Tang Yin's trump card after completing the spiritual transformation of the soldiers - Ghost Blood Blade? Violence? Three consecutive tactics.
I saw the huge phantom holding the sickle high, roaring and flying forward. When it passed through the crowd of Huan soldiers, all the Huan soldiers who were on the edge of it flew away, and their bodies were shattered. Even the Huan soldiers who were just stuck to the side were all flying.
The soldier was also touched by the black fire on the phantom's body, screaming and burned into smoke.
When the shadow flew to the center of the crowd of Huan soldiers, the raised sickle suddenly fell down. At that moment, all the Huan soldiers within a radius of five or six meters were affected by it, and the burst of spiritual pressure crushed them alive into bloody flesh.
Then, the shadow continued to soar forward unabated, and the huge and terrifying sickle slashed down again with a harsh whistling sound...
Huan Bing soldiers had never seen this before. People were so frightened that their scalps were numb, their blood was coagulated, and their bodies were shivering. Even those Huan soldiers who were far away had their stomachs twisting, and the monster cried out, "Oh my god!"
They were so frightened that they ran away.
Tang Yin's Ghost Blood Blade? Violent? Three consecutive moves, with just one move, opened a large gap in Huan Bing's surrounding circle, and a passage more than two feet wide was exposed in front. Upon seeing this, Tang Yin withdrew the spirit change of the soldiers and turned around
He shouted to the stunned soldiers in the rear: "Get out!" As he spoke, he took the lead and ran forward.
Soldiers Feng woke up from the shock one after another, and their fighting spirit suddenly rose to the top. People followed Tang Yin with all their strength and broke out.
Frightened by Tang Yin's sudden change, the Huan soldiers did not dare to step forward to stop them. Instead, they kept retreating. This made it easier for Tang Yin and others to break out. In a short time, they were able to leave the Huan soldiers far behind.
behind.
I don't know how far I ran, but I could no longer see the chasing Huan soldiers behind me. The Feng soldiers below were exhausted. Even Tang Yin's muscles ached all over his body, and his legs seemed to be choking.
He slowly stopped, sat down on the ground, and weakly said to the people behind him: "Have a rest first, and run again later..."
As he stopped, the soldiers behind him fell to the ground one after another, lying on the ground motionless, leaving only the sound of huffing and puffing, and some of them were so tired that they vomited.
Tang Yin rested for a while, then swallowed his saliva, looked at Cheng Jin, and asked, "Are we going to Beiying now?"
Now Tang Yin was also confused and couldn't distinguish between east, west, north and south. In addition, Feng Jun's camp was too big and the layout was similar everywhere. Tang Yin couldn't tell whether he was in the West Camp or the North Camp.
Cheng Jin was not much better than Tang Yin. He stood up with difficulty, looked around, then sat back on the ground again, and said to Tang Yin: "Your Majesty, this... may already be Beiying."
Tang Yin groaned, looked around at the Feng soldiers around him, and couldn't help but sigh secretly. Of the 10,000 soldiers, I'm afraid the only ones who broke out were the two hundred or so around him!
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard shouts of death and fierce fighting coming from the left side.
There was a fight! Tang Yin's eyes suddenly lit up. If there was a fight, it meant that there were soldiers on his side! In just a moment, Tang Yin seemed to have forgotten his fatigue. He jumped up from the ground, covered his spiritual armor, and transformed his two swords.
For the sickle, and then left in search of the sound.
Not long after Tang Yin ran, he saw two soldiers wearing Feng Army armor running towards him. Behind them, there were hundreds of Huan soldiers chasing them.
The two of them were fighting and running, with blood all over their bodies. Tang Yin just saw that the two looked familiar and had no time to think about it, so he dragged his sickle towards them.