Tang Yin and Jiang Fan joined forces for the first time, but they showed an amazing tacit understanding, and their cooperation was flawless. Tang Yin's heavy sword made Zhui Fengjian unable to care about grabbing Wu Mei back. He lay on the ground and used all his strength
Strength, horizontal sword parry.
Bang! Bang!
As the spirit sword and the spirit sword collided together, the air fluctuated, the force flew, and the surrounding dust was rolled up so high that even the ground trembled. Looking at the Wind Chasing Sword again, there was an extra one under him.
Tang Yin and he both fell into the deep and large circular pit, which shows how powerful Tang Yin's heavy sword was.
After Zhui Fengjian, who had such a high level of cultivation, took the blow forcefully, his arms were numb from the shock, his chest felt tight, and a mouthful of blood hit his throat, but he swallowed it back forcefully. Now he has
He was injured more and more, and his spiritual energy was consumed too much. When facing Tang Yin, he no longer dared to be careless. He gave a sudden shout and used the spiritual transformation of his troops. While the spiritual sword in his hand was still holding Tang Yin's spiritual sword, the sword length suddenly grew.
A few meters away, it bent in the air and pierced Tang Yin's chest. The spirit sword was as powerful as lightning, and it reached Tang Yin's chest in the blink of an eye, but the latter was faster, and Shadow Drift was unleashed, turning into a ball of black mist.
, suddenly appeared above the head of Chasing the Wind Sword, and aimed the sickle in his hand at Chasing the Wind Sword's face and slashed with all his strength.
This time, Zhui Feng Sword didn't dare to take a hard hit, and his body rolled like a rubber ball, rolling directly from the pit to the outside.
Click! The sickle did not hit the Wind Chaser Sword, and its edge penetrated deeply into the ground. The Wind Chaser Sword thought it had an opportunity, and hurriedly swung the spirit sword and stabbed back at Tang Yin's throat. Unexpectedly, he had just handed the sword out, and Tang Yin
The sickle pierced into the soil suddenly dug, and wow! A ball of soil shot from bottom to top toward the face of the Wind Chaser Sword.
Chasing the Wind Sword obviously didn't expect Tang Yin to use such a nasty and strange move. He was not prepared, so he was hit hard in the face by the mud. Because he had a spiritual armor to protect his face, and the mud was soft, it naturally couldn't hurt him.
, but his eyes were not protected by spiritual armor. In an instant, both of his eyes were fascinated by the soil, and he subconsciously screamed, covering his face with one hand, sheathing his sword and retreating continuously.
In Tang Yin's opinion, there is no dirty move. As long as it can win, it is a good move. Seeing Zhui Fengjian's eyes tightly closed and tears streaming down his face, Tang Yin picked up his sickle and slung his shoulder strap.
The back was slashed hard again.
Hearing that the evil wind was not good, Chasing the Wind Sword could not open its eyes, but the spirit sword was still raised high, blocking Tang Yin's killing move again. However, this time Tang Yin did not sheath the sword again, but instead raised his sword with both hands.
He lowered his arm and used all his strength to press down on the sickle. He felt an overwhelming force coming from the opponent's sickle. At this time, Chasing Wind Sword was no longer able to dodge with his sword, and he had no energy left to control the spirit sword to stab Tang Yin back, so he could only use
All the strength and spiritual energy in his body were used on the spiritual sword to compete with Tang Yin.
If he was in his prime state, he would have no problem resisting Tang Yin, but now that he was injured and lacking spiritual energy, how could he withstand Tang Yin's full strength. Under Tang Yin's continuous exertion, the spiritual sword in Zhui Fengjian's hand was overtaken.
The lower the pressure, the sharper edge of Tang Yin's sickle was already close to his forehead in a short time.
Before the knife arrived, Zhui Feng Sword had already felt the cold air. The cold air pierced the bone marrow and froze the soul. It was not Tang Yin's sickle that gave off the cold air, but the dark fire that was attached to the sickle and burning fiercely. Zhui Feng
It was also the first time that Jian knew that the fire of darkness was not hot, but as cold as frost.
When the tip of the sickle touched the top of Chasing Wind Sword's head, it immediately made a hissing sound. The spiritual armor on Chasing Wind Sword's forehead emitted wisps of green smoke under the burning fire of darkness. In an instant, the Spirit Armor
He was burned to a level. The Wind Chaser Sword was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. If the opponent's sword continued to press down, the spiritual armor above his head would be completely burned, and he would also die under the fire of darkness. At a critical moment of life and death,
Chasing the Wind Sword burst out of strength again from nowhere, roared, and used all its strength to push Tang Yin's sickle upward slightly. Taking advantage of the moment of stone fire and lightning, he rolled out.
"Crack!" Tang Yin's sickle pierced the ground again, and the Wind Chasing Sword rolled out a few meters away. Then he got up from the ground, shook the dirt from his face, his eyes had recovered, and he stared at Tang Yin.
Bian was panting heavily with lingering fear. Tang Yin slowly sheathed the sword, then raised his head and met Zhuifengjian's gaze. The green light in his eyes became brighter. He said quietly: "Zhuifengjian, don't you?
Isn't it so bad? Show your true ability!" As he spoke, Tang Yin dragged the sickle and rushed towards Chasing the Wind Sword. At this moment, Chasing the Wind Sword suddenly lowered the spiritual sword in his hand, stretched out his hand and shouted to Tang Yin
: "Wait a minute!" "Oh?" Tang Yin leaned forward and paused, and asked with a sneer: "Zhui Fengjian, what else do you have to say?" "I... can make a deal with you!" Zhui Fengjian,
Feng Jian said in a concentrated voice.
"What do you mean?" Tang Yin narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
"I will provide you with an important piece of information, but you have to let me go." Zhui Fengjian said word by word. As he spoke, he stared at Tang Yin without blinking, wanting to see his reaction, but
Because of the spiritual armor protecting his face, he couldn't see the changes in Tang Yin's expression. Even his eyes were blocked by green light, making it impossible to see Tang Yin's eyes.
"Haha..." Tang Yin smiled, his smile was sinister and evil, and said: "Tell me, if the information you provide is really important enough, I will consider letting you go!" Zhuifengjian was silent for a moment, and finally
Having made a big decision, he clenched his fists and said: "There are people from Shenchi lurking in the palace. Don't ask me who that is, I don't know. However, one thing I can be sure of is that it is a woman."
!" This is nonsense. Of course, the person who can lurk in the palace will be a woman. There are no other men in the entire palace except the guards. However, there are people lurking in the palace in Shenchi. This is something Tang Yin did not expect. If
What Zhui Feng Jian said is true. Who could that person be? Is it the maid below? Or those ladies?
At this moment, Tang Yin thought about all the ladies and maids he had seen in his mind, and finally shook his head secretly. Although he did not know the art of insight, his intuition was also very sensitive. If the other party was a spiritual cultivator,
If he is a person, he will definitely be able to sense the aura on the other person's body.
After thinking for a moment, Tang Yin smiled lightly and asked, "Zhuifengjian, you really don't know who that person is?" "Yes, I don't know, but I think this information is important enough for you.
Right?" "Yes, it is indeed important, but I can't believe what you say." "How can you believe it?" "It's very simple!" Tang Yin took a step forward with a smile, raised the sickle in his hand, and pointed at Chai.
Feng Jian said: "Give your soul to me!" As he spoke, he stepped on the ground with one foot, and his whole body was like an arrow leaving the string, running straight towards Chasing Feng Sword.
Zhui Fengjian's expression changed drastically. He was originally known for his quick movements, but now, his movement skills were completely unable to compete with Tang Yin. Seeing Tang Yin rushing toward him, he had no time to dodge, and could only control his spiritually transformed body.
The spiritual sword stabbed Tang Yin.
Tang Yin jumped forward and lowered his body, easily dodging the sharp edge of the spirit sword. The sickle in his hand continued to stab the Wind Chaser Sword's lower abdomen.
He screamed inwardly! Chasing the Wind Sword had no choice but to use his spiritual martial arts skills to block Tang Yin's close approach with the chaotic wind.
However, using spiritual martial arts skills against dark spiritual cultivators is a waste of precious spiritual energy. As soon as his Spiritual Chaos? Feng was released, Tang Yin in front of him disappeared and appeared behind him, and the sickle was stabbed again.
The back waist of the Wind-Chasing Sword.
Chasing the Wind Sword broke out in cold sweat and hurriedly dodged to the side. Unfortunately, his movement was still a little slow, and there was a sound of sand, and the edge of the sickle made a big gash in the spiritual armor under his ribs.
, almost hurting his flesh.
One move missed, Tang Yin's arm shook, and black mist immediately rose from the sickle, turning from a long sword into two scimitars in an instant. Tang Yin's shot was like lightning, grabbing the two swords in his hands, and launched a close attack against the Wind Chaser Sword.
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Only the continuous sound of swishing wind could be heard in the venue, only the scenery was shining, and Tang Yin could no longer be seen.
Under Tang Yin's almost crazy attack, even though Chai Feng Sword was using a spirit sword after spiritual transformation, it had ever-changing shapes and forms, but it was still unable to withstand it. Tang Yin was gradually suppressed and could only parry, without any ability.
Even so, Tang Yin's double swords still hit the spiritual armor on his body from time to time, and even injured his flesh. If Tang Yin hadn't dispersed the dark fire on the spiritual swords, the Wind Chasing Sword would have turned into a
Gone to ashes.
By now, the situation on the court has become one-sided. This is no longer an evenly matched contest, but a unilateral raging by Tang Yin.
"It's too slow, it's too slow. Is that all you've done with your sword?" Tang Yin's sword kept adding wounds to Zhui Fengjian's body. At the same time, his mouth was not idle, deeply piercing every part of Zhui Fengjian's body.
A nerve.
At this time, Zhui Fengjian's spiritual armor could not be found intact anywhere on his body. It was in a state of complete ruin. There were also many scars under the spiritual armor. He looked like a bloody man. He was bleeding constantly as he fought with Tang Yin.
The drops dripped down and scattered all over the ground. Their appearance was so miserable that it was unbearable to see.
Even Wu Mei, who hated him to the core, frowned, feeling that Tang Yin's methods were too cruel.
Gritting his teeth and persisting for more than ten rounds, Chai Feng Sword could no longer hold on. When Tang Yin's knife did not hurt him, his legs suddenly softened, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, his eyes clearing.
There is only an empty space left, with the mouth wide open and breathing mechanically.
Seeing that the Feng Zhui Sword had run out of gas, Tang Yin felt that it was time to end. He flipped his wrist, put the blade behind him and the handle in front, and aimed it at the temple of the Feng Zhui Sword, giving him a heavy blow.
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Snapped!
The handle of the sword was so strong that the broken spiritual armor on the top of the Wind Chasing Sword reached its limit and broke into pieces. The Wind Chasing Sword flew more than three meters away, fell to the ground with a thud, and he lay on the ground with disheveled hair.
, blood flowed down his temples all over his face, his limbs were shaking, and he couldn't get up for a long time.