The tenth collect the nine hundred and twenty seventh chapter
Chapter 927
So fast! Not only was the person's movement fast, but he was also quick with his sword. He was only ten meters away in a blink of an eye, passed directly through the gap in the dark crowd, rushed in front of Nie Zhen in one breath, and swept his spiritual sword towards him.
's head.
Nie Zhen was startled, and hurriedly raised his sword to parry. He heard a harsh golden clang sound, and the sparks gradually shot up high. Nie Zhen was shaken by its impact, and he involuntarily took two steps back.
"Who..." he blurted out. But before he could take a look at the opponent's appearance, the opponent's sharp sword came again, and as the lightning flashed, the sword's edge cut across his neck.
Nie Zhen had no choice but to block again with his sword. The clang was louder than the golden sound just now, and Nie Zhen took three steps back.
"you……"
The other party didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and the spirit sword struck again, this time piercing his throat.
Because the sword was so fast, even Nie Zhen felt that he would be in danger of being stabbed if he dodged, so he could only stand up his sword and use the sword's surface as the opponent's stab.
Bang! The spiritual sword in Nie Zhen's hand was stabbed with obvious arcs. His body shook and he took two steps back. This time he didn't give the opponent a chance to continue attacking. After stabilizing his body, he charged up and moved back.
He jumped up and ran several meters away before stopping and looking at the person carefully.
The person who came was wearing black spiritual armor and holding a jet-black spiritual sword in his hand. Like Ling Ye and others, he was also a dark spiritual cultivator. As he quickly retreated, the man did not continue to attack.
, turned around and shouted to Ling Ye and others: "Hurry up and leave!"
Others didn't know who this dark spiritual cultivator suddenly appeared, but Ling Ye was shocked and screamed in his heart: Wind King?!
He simply couldn't believe his eyes. When he was in a desperate situation and was trapped in the forbidden area of Zhuyu Mountain, the Wind King would suddenly appear. This was incredible.
"What are you waiting for? Run!" The person who came was indeed Tang Yin. He stared at Nie Zhen opposite and shouted sharply without looking back.
Ling Ye finally came back to his senses, feeling all kinds of emotions in his heart, and he couldn't explain what he was feeling.
The Holy King who has trained him for decades now wants to kill him, but the Feng King, who has only had a relationship with him and is not even close to friendship, risked going deep into the Zhuyu Mountains to rescue him when he was in trouble. This kindness to him
How can you afford it?
He said to the dark people around him: "Go north as quickly as possible!"
"Ye, what about you?"
"I'll stay and stop Nie Zhen!"
"No! If we want to leave, we will leave at all costs..."
"Stop talking nonsense! If you keep talking too much, none of us will be able to leave. Let's go quickly!" Ling Ye shouted sharply at everyone. Everyone in the darkness looked at each other, then stamped their feet and ran together towards the dense forest to the north.
After they left, Ling Ye took a deep breath, strode to Tang Yin's side, stood still, and faced Nie Zhen side by side with him.
Tang Yin, who was staring at Nie Zhen closely, glanced at him and asked quietly: "Why don't you leave?"
"I am willing to stay and live and die with you, Your Highness!" In front of Nie Zhen, Ling Ye did not dare to address His Highness Tang Yin, as that would be tantamount to harming him.
When Tang Yin heard this, he raised the corner of his mouth, smiled, and said in a low voice: "It seems that I didn't come here in vain, and I didn't save the wrong person!" As he spoke, he slowly raised his sword and said: "I am the main attacker.
, you are here to help me!"
Before he finished speaking, the man had already rushed out, holding the sword in his hand directly at Nie Zhen's face. Seeing Tang Yin flying out, Ling Ye was deeply moved, but this was not the time to sigh, so he shook his arm
, the wheel knife in his hand was suspended in the air, spinning rapidly, and then shot out, passing by Tang Yin's side and going straight to Nie Zhen's lower abdomen.
Nie Zhen was caught off guard by Tang Yin's sudden appearance. Now that he had calmed down, through insight, he could also detect that Tang Yin's cultivation was far inferior to his own.
He snorted coldly, first opened Ling Ye's wheel sword, and then held Tang Yin's spirit sword.
"Who are you? Tell me your name!"
Tang Yin didn't answer at all, and responded to Nie Zhen by raising his hand and punching him. Nie Zhen was also tough and raised his fist to fight back. Bang! The two fists collided in the air, making a crisp sound. At this time, the two people's cultivation
Make a decision.
Nie Zhen stood there without moving or swaying. On the other hand, Tang Yin involuntarily took two steps back and lowered his fist subconsciously. If you look carefully, you can see that the spiritual armor on his palms are all thin.
There were cracks in it, and the head-on blow from the two of them just now almost shattered all the spiritual armor on his palm.
"If you don't tell me, I will take you back and ask you for details!" Nie Zhenchen shouted and jumped towards Tang Yin, pointing the spiritual sword in his hand at the center of his eyebrows. Before Tang Yin could parry, Ling Ye's wheel sword came again,
Sweeping across Nie Zhen's ribs.
The latter's change of moves was also quick. He sheathed his sword and raised it at an angle. While flicking the flying wheel knife, he kicked Tang Yin hard in the lower abdomen. The latter's body turned around and dodged directly in front of Nie Zhen.
Behind his back, the spiritual sword in his hand stabbed him in the back of the heart.
What a weird movement! Nie Zhen's cultivation is far above Tang Yin, but in terms of movement and skill, he is not as good as Tang Yin. Nie Zhen tried his best to dodge, first getting rid of the edge of the spiritual sword, and then raised it.
Arms, elbows and back strikes, slamming into Tang Yin's face.
Knowing that his cultivation was profound and his attack force was strong, Tang Yin turned slightly sideways and put one hand on Nie Zhen's arm. He used a clever force and used the force to push back. Nie Zhen's figure was unexpectedly hit.
He pulled the tower and flew it away.
I'm afraid even Nie Zhen himself didn't understand how he was thrown out by the other party. Fortunately, the old man reacted quickly enough. The moment before his body landed, he supported the ground with one hand, exerted force on his waist, turned over, and stood still without falling.
However, due to its inertia, he still instinctively took several steps backward.
He secretly thought it was a fluke! Nie Zhen looked at Tang Yin with shock. As a dignified elder, if he was thrown to the ground by a dark spiritual cultivator, he would probably not be able to see anyone in the future.
Tang Yin was unreasonable and did not give Nie Zhen a chance to breathe. He came close to him again like a shadow. He stabbed at the top with his spirit sword, disrupting Nie Zhen's sight. Then he kicked Nie Zhen fiercely from below.
Nie Zhen retreated and stomped the ground with one foot. The grass vines under his feet immediately flashed with countless light spots and spread quickly. Ling Ye next to him saw it clearly and shouted: "Be careful, that's a tree."
Department of Lingwu..."
Before he finished speaking, the grass vines under Tang Yin's feet grew rapidly, instantly wrapped around his ankles and climbed up his legs.
"Use the fire of darkness quickly!" Ling Ye shouted urgently.
Reminded by Ling Ye, Tang Yin's mind turned, and a layer of black flames ignited all over his body. Burned by the fire of darkness, the aura of wood in the grass vines immediately dissipated, and without the support of the aura, the grass vines immediately transformed into their original form.
Another dark-type inner sect spiritual cultivator! Now even Nie Zhen was confused. Isn’t Tang Yin the only dark-type inner sect spiritual cultivator in the world? Why did he meet two of them today? What exactly is this?
what happened?
When the old man was in shock, Tang Yin had already stepped forward, the sword in his hand still not leaving his vital part. Tang Yin's strikes were faster and sharper than Ling Ye's, one move followed another, each move was faster than the last, and the sword would move away from time to time.
Being slanted is hard to guard against.
Under Tang Yin's attack, Nie Zhen also felt deeply uncomfortable and was forced to retreat repeatedly. The sound of clanging sounds was endless, and sparks flashed out from time to time. Tang Yin struck more than twenty swords in one breath, and Nie Zhen also
He took ten big steps back.
When Tang Yin exhausted all his strength, his attack finally came to an end. Looking at Nie Zhen at this time, he saw that the spiritual armor on his body was shockingly left with seven or eight scratches. Although they were not deep and did not cut into his spiritual armor,
It is not difficult to judge the danger of his situation just now.
What a domineering skill! Nie Zhen has never convinced anyone except Guang Han in his life. Tang Yin's quick sword today opened his eyes. Even he has to admit that if he compares not with cultivation but only with skill, he
He is no match for the dark spiritual cultivator in front of him.
He looked Tang Yin up and down and said quietly: "That's right! There are not many people with your level of skill in the world. It's a pity that you met me today. You can only blame yourself for your bad luck."
As he spoke, the spirit sword in Nie Zhen's hand shone brightly. It was only then that he showed his true ability.
Seeing that Nie Zhen had murderous intentions, Ling Ye did not dare to assist anymore, so he rushed to Tang Yin's side and stood side by side with him.
As Nie Zhen's spiritual sword became more and more radiant, the sword began to change. While the sword lengthened, countless barbs sprouted from both sides of the sword's edge.
"Strike!" Nie Zhen suddenly shouted, and the spirit sword in his hand swept towards Tang Yin.
Tang Yin took a deep breath and used all his strength to block the opponent's spiritual sword. When his sword came into contact with Nie Zhen's sword, he secretly screamed in his heart because Nie Zhen's sword had no strength.
Soft and soft like a chain.
Sure enough, after Nie Zhen's sword was blocked, it bent incredibly, and the bent part of the sword hit Tang Yin's arm hard. Bang! There was a crisp sound from Tang Yin's arm, and the sword on the spirit sword
The barb inserted into Tang Yin's spiritual armor. Immediately afterwards, Nie Zhen retracted his sword back, and with a sound of sand, the spiritual armor on Tang Yin's arm was torn off by the barb of the spiritual sword. A piece as big as his chin was torn off.
Along with this, the clothes and flesh inside the spiritual armor were also torn off.
Tang Yin was struck by the force of the blow and staggered a few steps sideways. The blood flowing out instantly dyed his entire arm red.
Nie Zhen took back his spiritual sword, and the spiritual armor hanging on it turned into mist, leaving only a piece of bloody flesh.
He shook his arms to shake off the flesh, then looked at Tang Yin with fierce eyes, and said quietly: "If you dare to resist again, I will let you taste the cramps of skin peeling!"
A piece of flesh on his arm was torn off abruptly. If it had been anyone else, he would have been rolling on the ground in pain, but Tang Yin seemed to have no feeling. He stood there without saying a word or even looking at the wound.
He leaned forward, his eyes flashing with green light, staring straight at Nie Zhen and the transformed spirit sword in his hand.
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