Pan He's spiritual chaos was no match for the spiritual chaos released by Shan Yang. He was hit by the residual power. In just a moment, Pan He's spiritual armor was shattered, and the armor and clothes inside were also torn into pieces by the spiritual blade.
He looked like a rag doll, flying upside down. After landing, he looked at Pan He and saw that his whole body was covered in bloody wounds, with hundreds of them.
This was thanks to his profound cultivation and superb spiritual martial arts, and the spiritual armor on his body was tough enough to remove most of the power of the spiritual blade. Otherwise, he would have been chopped into pieces alive. Even so, Pan He was seriously injured.
, lying on the ground, he was dying, his eyes were white, and he was unconscious. Seeing this, the Zhenjun around him swarmed up and protected Pan He, who was seriously injured. After that, the spiritual cultivators in the Zhenjun seemed to be crazy.
launched an attack on Shanyang.
On the other side, the Zhenjun wrapped more and more ropes around Tang Yin, and fired more and more arrows at him. Under such intense shots, no matter how deep Tang Yin's cultivation was, or how strong his spiritual armor was, he could not withstand it.
Stop. With a crunching sound, the spiritual armor on Tang Yin began to crack, and the arrows that hit him no longer bounced to the ground, but penetrated deeply into the spiritual armor and were nailed to his body.
Not long after, Tang Yin was hit by dozens of arrows. Looking at him coldly, he looked like a hedgehog, and his body slowly softened.
Seeing this, the surrounding Zhen troops stopped shooting arrows one after another. People looked at each other, unsure whether Tang Yin was dead or not.
At the same time, Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin also discovered that something was wrong on Tang Yin's side. They fought desperately to break through, withstood several heavy blows from the enemy in succession, and forced their way out to Tang Yin's side.
Jiang Fan's opponent was Wu Jin. In order to escape, he took a heavy blow from Wu Jin. At this time, there was a half-foot long knife cut on his back. His injury was more serious than that of Cheng Jin, but his speed was faster than that of Cheng Jin.
The enemy was still quick and reached Tang Yin first. Seeing that he was trapped by the enemy's ropes and covered with eagle feathers, Jiang Fan was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't have time to take a closer look. He twisted his bow and arrows and shot three arrows at the same time, accurately.
Shoot off the three ropes entangled with Tang Yin.
As the three ropes were disconnected, Tang Yin's body lost its support and collapsed limply to the ground. Jiang Fan still wanted to rush up to check, but Wu Jin came up behind him again, and the spiritual sword was hung with strong wind, sweeping across him.
Jiang Fan had no choice but to turn around and block. Just as he blocked Wu Jin's knife, another rope suddenly came from under his feet and tightly wrapped around Jiang Fan's left foot.
Before he could recover, Zhenjun, who was holding the rope, pulled hard. Jiang Fan lost his balance and fell to the ground on his back. Seeing an opportunity, Wu Jin roared, raised his spiritual sword high, and struck at Jiang Fan who fell to the ground.
Huashan slashed hard. Even when he fell to the ground and the situation was extremely passive, Jiang Fan did not sit still and wait for death. He held a bow in both hands and took the opponent's heavy sword forcefully.
Danglanglang!
Wu Jin struck Jiang Fan's purple gold bow with a powerful and heavy sword. The force was so strong that half of Jiang Fan's body was smashed into the soil. The knife wound on his back was as painful as tearing.
Jiang Fan was in a desperate situation, and Cheng Jin's situation was also precarious. Although his opponent was not as strong as Wu Jin, he was not much weaker. Moreover, the opponent's ropes kept coming one after another, making Cheng Jin overwhelmed. When he
When he rushed to less than ten meters away from Tang Yin, he could no longer take a step forward. Ropes coming from all directions were like a big net, wrapping around his waist, legs, feet, and arms.
Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin were trapped by Zhenjun's ropes, and Shanyang was entangled by a large number of Zhenjun spiritual cultivators. Now Tang Yinzhen was alone, without helpers, and could only rely on himself.
However, his situation at this time was more critical than Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin. Although Jiang Fan shot off three ropes on his body, there were still several ropes tightly wrapped around his waist. The most fatal thing was that he was hit by
Those dozens of arrows. The wounds from these dozens of arrows were not minor. If it had been anyone else, he would have died long ago. But at the critical moment, the dark aura in his body came into play again, protecting his heart.
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Now, there was no part of Tang Yin's body that was not in pain, and his physical strength and spiritual energy were rapidly draining away. Without the pull of the rope, he did not even have the strength to stand up, and he knelt on the ground, motionless.
The surrounding Zhenjun were stunned for a while, and several bold spiritual cultivators among them slowly approached Tang Yin. One of them walked up to Tang Yin first, and waved the spiritual knife in his hand in front of Tang Yin, not seeing him at all.
When there was no response, he became bolder. He looked down and saw that Tang Yin was still holding the sickle tightly in his hand. He took a deep breath and raised the knife to chop.
His sword did not strike at Tang Yin, but at the sickle in Tang Yin's hand. With a clang, the sickle in Tang Yin's hand fell down and was hit by the opponent's spiritual knife on the ground.
Wow - on the battlefield, weapons are people's lives. Losing weapons means losing lives. Seeing that Tang Yin's weapons had been knocked off, the surrounding Zhenjun soldiers cheered in unison. In their eyes,
Tang Yin is no different from a dead person.
The spiritual cultivator who knocked off the sickle was even more courageous. He kicked Tang Yin's sickle away, then pulled up Tang Yin's drooped head and waved the sword around to show off.
Of course, he has the ability to show off. Being able to capture or kill the king of a country with his own hands is not something that happens to everyone. Listening to the cheers around him, this Zhenjun spiritual cultivator has even begun to look forward to the time when he returns to his country.
He could be treated like a hero. However, he chose the wrong person to show off to.
Tang Yin, who was already dying and half-dead, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes shot out an incredible green light. Before everyone around him could recover, he suddenly raised his hand, grabbed an arrow inserted in his chest, and pushed outward with force.
As soon as he pulled it out, there was only a sound of pounce. The tip of the arrow was covered with blood and he was forcefully pulled out of the body. Then, he waved his arm forward and pounced. The arrow penetrated deeply into the thigh of the spiritual cultivator.
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"ah--"
The Zhenjun cultivator felt a sharp pain in his thigh, and let out a heart-rending howl. While shouting, he also noticed that the faces of his companions around him had changed, and their eyes were filled with fear.
Color, people's focus is not on him, but on his side.
He slowly turned his eyes and looked to his side. He saw that Tang Yin, who was kneeling on the ground just now, had slowly stood up. His face and the spiritual armor on his body had thin lines, as if he had grown a long hair.
Like layers of fine scales, ferocious and terrifying, the spiritual armors on his hands and feet are also changing, the spiritual armors on the tips of his fingers and toes are lengthening, and they are as sharp as knives and claws. The most terrifying thing is his hands.
His eyes were covered with a dazzling and strange green light.
At this time, Tang Yin looked less like a human and more like a half-human, half-demon monster.
The Zhenjun cultivator subconsciously opened his mouth wide, but the howling sound stopped abruptly. After being stunned for a few seconds, he suddenly screamed and turned around to run away, but Tang Yin's palm had already grabbed his neck first. Then
The sharp nails, comparable to knives, instantly pierced the opponent's spiritual armor and embedded themselves deeply into the flesh.
The other party still wanted to shout and call for help from his companions around him, but Tang Yin no longer gave him this chance.
The fire of darkness was born from his palm, and with a sound, the black flames spread all over the body of the Zhenjun spiritual cultivator in an instant. The opponent's spiritual armor could not withstand the burning of the fire of darkness and turned into a mist.
As the spiritual armor transformed, the fire of darkness spread to his body unbridled. The Zhenjun spiritual cultivator only struggled slightly for a few times, and then there was no movement. White mist emanated from his body, and the essence of his body was lost.
The body hung softly on Tang Yin's palm.
Tang Yin didn't even look at the corpse in his palm, draining the other party's spiritual energy. With a shake of his arm, he threw the corpse away, then raised his head, sucking in the spiritual energy floating in the air hungrily.
He did not miss a trace of spiritual energy and inhaled it all into his body. Then, the green light in his eyes became brighter. He looked around at the Zhenjun and roared like a wild beast.
Zhenjun had never seen such a person, or in other words, such a monster. He was still alive and capable of killing people despite being hit by dozens of arrows. People felt chills in their bones.
No one fired any more arrows, and the people were so frightened that they retreated as if they were avoiding the plague. Zhenjun was timid, but at this time he had lost his mind, and how could Tang Yin, who only had the original desire to save life in his mind, let these "prey" go.
With a muffled sound, his palms were completely enveloped by the fire of darkness. Then, the fire of darkness spread from his palms to his whole body, covering his entire body with a layer of black flames.
He walked step by step towards Zhenjun, who was the densest crowd. As he walked, he pulled out the arrows on his body and threw them to the ground. Zhenjun was so frightened by Tang Yin that he dared not fight anymore. Tang Yin took a step further.
They had to take two steps back. In the end, Zhenjun was really cornered. People shouted loudly: "Use a rope! Use a rope to wrap him up! Don't let him come over!"
Zhenjun began to use rope tactics again, and the ropes flew towards Tang Yin, wrapping him around and around.
Restricted by the rope, Tang Yin could no longer move forward. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the rope on his body. He retracted his arm and flicked his fingertips. It was so thick and tough that even a galloping horse could trip over it.
After being scratched by his nails, the stumbling ropes were broken one by one. The breaks were as smooth as if they were cut with a knife.
The ropes were disconnected one by one, and those Zhen soldiers who were pulling the ropes lost their balance and fell to the ground screaming. Without the control of the ropes, Tang Yin was like a wild horse running wild, lowering his body and landing on all fours, as fast as lightning,
He flew into the crowd of Zhenjun soldiers.
"ah--"
Tang Yin rushed into the Zhen Army, causing screams to be heard in the Zhen Army camp. In just a moment, more than a dozen Zhen Army soldiers were affected by the fire of darkness. In order to protect themselves, the spiritual cultivators in the Zhen Army
Not caring whether they might accidentally injure one of their own, they all used their spiritual martial arts skills on Tang Yin.
It was a pity that their spiritual martial arts skills could not stick to Tang Yin's body, which only caused their own soldiers to fall to the ground in groups, while Tang Yin had already flashed behind them like a ghost.