Pan He was so busy that he was rushing by Tang Yin's quick knife. Seeing that the other party's knife came again, he hurriedly pulled away and dodged to the side, barely dodging this attack.
Tang Yin attacked more than ten swords in one breath, and Pan He was also retreated more than ten steps. The situation was in danger. Seeing this, the surrounding Zhenjun spiritual cultivators roared and used all their strength to attack Tang Yin.
Many spiritual cultivators all released their spiritual martial arts skills, which were terrifying and powerful. Even Tang Yin did not dare to be careless and drifted out with shadows.
Tang Yin, Jiang Fan, and Cheng Jin were all secretly cultivators. They had strange figures and appeared from time to time. Although Zhenjun had a large number, it was not easy to hurt them.
While his subordinates were besieging Tang Yin, Pan He gasped and quickly looked around the battlefield, and his heart was also as anxious as fire. The shadow drift of the dark spiritual cultivator was indeed powerful. There were so many people on his side who could not hurt them at all. What should I do?
Just as he was scratching his head in a hurry, he suddenly remembered that Wu Rui once said that the best way to deal with a dark spiritual cultivator is to use a rope.
Thinking of this, Pan He's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly: "Brothers, wrap them with ropes!"
Hearing his words, the Zhenjun soldiers immediately ran back to the house and took out the ropes. These ropes were all tripping ropes, thick and strong. Even if ordinary people cut them with a knife, it would be difficult for them to cut them off. Under Pan He's command, the Zhenjun no longer blindly attacked fiercely, but instead attacked with ropes in the attack.
The other party would use ropes, which was quite expected by Tang Yin and others.
Tang Yin was fighting fiercely with several Zhenjun spirit cultivators. Suddenly, several Zhenjun spirit cultivators in front of them all jumped out. Before Tang Yin could figure out what was going on, a long rope came towards him, targeting his neck. Tang Yin reacted very quickly, his body shrank down, and half-squatted and let the rope go.
Before he could stand up, another rope swept across from below. Tang Yin jumped over, trying to let the rope pass, but his right foot avoided it, but his left foot was slowing down half a beat and was touching his ankle by the rope. The two Zhenjun spiritual cultivators holding the rope immediately ran, causing the rope to buckle Tang Yin's ankle and entangle him tightly.
Seeing that his rope worked, Pan He was overjoyed and shouted, "Kill Tang Yin! Kill Tang Yin quickly!" Although he shouted happily, he didn't rush forward. He was scared by Tang Yin's quick knife just now, and now he dared not approach Tang Yin easily.
Without reminding him, the Zhenjun around him was not blind, so he naturally realized that the opportunity had come. Taking advantage of Tang Yin's ankle being entangled, people once again released their spiritual martial skills and attacked Tang Yin.
The ankle was restrained, the shadow drifted and could not be used, and there were so many spiritual blades around him. The spirit thorns were concentrated and shot towards him. If it were someone else, they were afraid that they would have been panicked. However, Tang Yin was calm and calm. He raised his mouth, sneered, and muttered softly: "The trick of the eagle!"
While speaking, he held a sickle in his hand and waved a knife to the left and right sides calmly. As the sickle passed by, the spiritual waves emerged, and two cracks in the earlobe heard. Lingbo accurately slashed the rope and instantly broke it. At the same time, the rope buckle that tightly wrapped around Tang Yin's ankle was naturally loosened.
Almost as the rope was loosened, Tang Yin's figure disappeared immediately, and the spiritual martial arts skills of the Zhenjun spiritual cultivators around him hit the air. Pan He, who was standing beside him, could see clearly, and hurriedly avoided his feet, shouting: "One rope is not enough, then use ten or one hundred. No matter what, you have to leave Tang thief behind today!"
The Zhenjun people grinned secretly, it was not easy to capture or kill Tang Yin. With Tang Yin's cultivation level, they could be regarded as a top-level dark-type spiritual cultivator.
People lack confidence, but at Pan He's urging, they could only cheer up and attack Tang Yin again.
The Zhenjun spiritual cultivators have automatically consciously divided into two groups, one with the rope end, attacking Tang Yin while looking for opportunities. As long as there is a gap, they will wrap the rope around Tang Yin.
Under the enemy's tactics, Tang Yin did not dare to be careless and responded carefully.
As the war intensified, more and more spiritual cultivators besieged Tang Yin, and the ropes became increasingly dense. Gradually, Tang Yin began to be unable to withstand it.
After all, he was just a person, and there were enemy spirit cultivators around him. He could not block the front and back, and he could not care about the left and right.
During the battle, Tang Yin was only a little careless, and the rope coming from behind wrapped around his waist. When Tang Yin was about to swing the knife to cut the rope, another rope wrapped his wrist tightly. The Zhenjun spiritual cultivator who was holding the rope used his strength to tighten the rope, making it difficult for his arms to move at all.
Seeing that there was an opportunity, a Zhenjun spiritual cultivator shouted, swung his sword and rushed towards Tang Yin, and the blade rushed straight into Tang Yin's head.
The waist was entangled, Tang Yin could not move and dodge, his arms were entangled, Tang Yin could not swing the knife to block it. Just when the Zhenjun around him thought that Tang Yin would definitely die, the face of the spiritual cultivator who used the knife was already showing ecstasy, something unexpected happened.
Tang Yin, who was undoubtedly dead in their eyes, suddenly lifted his leg. This kick came suddenly, and it was beyond the other party's expectations. The Zhenjun spiritual cultivator who used the knife was not prepared enough and was kicked firmly in the chest by Tang Yin's kick. He looked like a shell shot, and he flew straight backward, fell into the crowd, knocking down a Zhenjun.
Look at him again, the spiritual armor on his chest was kicked out of a big round hole. The man was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching, and he seemed to be unable to do it. Unexpectedly, Tang Yin, who was under control, could still be so powerful and hurt people. The Zhenjun around him looked at each other and shouted at the same time: "Shoot the arrow! Shoot the Tang thief!"
People retreated one after another, stretched out the distance, twisted their bows and took arrows, and shot Tang Yin together.
Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin on the other side were also troubled by Zhenjun's rope tactics and could not protect themselves. They did not see the situation on Tang Yin's side, but Shan Yang saw it.
After all, Shan Yang was a general of the Sichuan Army. There were not many Zhen troops besieging him, and most of them were ordinary soldiers. Zhen troops did not want to kill him or injured him, but just wanted to hold him down so that he could not help Tang Yin.
Facing the Zhenjun around him, Shan Yang could not kill him, but now he saw that Tang Yin was controlled by the Zhenjun's ropes, and the Zhenjun had set up an arrow formation to shoot Tang Yin, so Shan Yang was so anxious.
If Tang Yin had a few shortcomings, the peace talks between the two sides would not only be ruined, but would also make Chuan Guo be traitorous. Shan Yang would not let such a thing be released under his nose.
He roared suddenly and ran straight towards Tang Yin. The Zhen Army soldiers blocking him raised their spears and wanted to hold him in the air, but Shan Yang didn't even move his hands, and his body rushed forward with a straight and straight body.
Crack, Crack - Amid a series of crisp sounds, the sharp edge of the spear hit his spiritual armor, not only not hurt him at all, but was also hit by it, breaking them one after another. The soldiers of Zhenjun who held the spear were also knocked back and fell down.
People looked at Shan Yang in horror, frightened and gave in and did not dare to take the lead. In their eyes, spiritual cultivators of the level of Shan Yang were no longer humans, but monsters.
Seeing that Tang Yin was about to shoot and kill him, Shan Yang came over to make trouble again. Pan He was furious. He separated his crowd and faced Pan He, stopped him, shouting with a shock: "General Shan, you can be suitable!"
Shan Yang raised his eyes and saw that Pan He was blocking his front. His face darkened and he shouted, "General Pan quickly get out of here, otherwise don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!" As he said that, Shan Yang raised his sword slightly, shook his wrist, and the sword became spiritual. After fighting for so long, Shan Yang had just used a spirit weapon.
Pan He stared at Shan Yang, his hatred and itched. He suppressed his anger and asked coldly: "Are you and my country still allies?"
"Yes!" Shan Yang replied.
"Is the Feng Kingdom our enemy?"
"yes!"
"When Tang Yin is the King of Wind, should he be killed?"
Shan Yang said: "I don't know if Your Highness, should you kill him? I just know that I was ordered to come and ensure that Your Highness, Wind, return to the city safely!"
"Child Shan Yang, you have repeatedly ruined my big things. What should I keep you?!" Without any speculation, Pan He's eyes turned red. He raised his spiritual sword and waved it towards Shan Yang. The spirit chaotic wind emerged.
Pan He didn't like Shan Yang, and Shan Yang had no good impression of Pan He. Seeing that the other party had already made a ruthless move, he was no longer polite and also fought back with Lingranu Feng.
These two people, one is a general of the Chuan Kingdom and the other is a famous general of the Chuan Kingdom. Their fight in public was also the beginning of the official breakdown of the alliance between Chuan Kingdom.
Shan Yang is very strong in spiritual martial arts, and Pan He is not weak either. The two spiritual martial arts skills collided together, and there was no difference between them. Shan Yang was about to fight back, but at this moment, the Zhen army surrounding Tang Yin had already begun to fire arrows together.
There was a crisp sound in the earlobes, and countless arrows were nailed to Tang Yin's spiritual armor, sparks splashed, and the eagle feathers broke and fell to the ground one after another.
The first round of arrows failed to defeat Tang Yin's spiritual armor, and then the second round of Zhenjun and the third round of arrow rain came again.
With such a close and continuous force shooting, even a spiritual practitioner like Shan Yang could not hold on for long. He knew very well that if he didn't save Tang Yin, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Shan Yang was very anxious and shouted suddenly, using the top skill, Lingyun·Xi!
The spirit sword in his hand shone brightly, and then countless spiritual blades emerged, whistling towards Pan He in front of him.
After he took the action, Pan He was unreserved and used all his spiritual energy to fight against him with spiritual chaos.
The direct collision between Linglun·Ji and Linglun·Ji is terrifying, and the energy is flying everywhere on the scene, sand and stones are flying. Even the soldiers of Zhenjun who are far away around feel like they are in a dark and dark place.
With the same skills, no one is stronger or weak, and the competition is the cultivation of both sides.
Pan He's cultivation is top-notch, but compared with Shan Yang, it's still a little different. Under the spiritual chaos of Shan Yang, Pan He's spiritual chaos of polarization turned into nothing, and the remaining spiritual blades continued to fly towards him. Pan He's face changed drastically, and it was too late to avoid it.