Chapter 885

Pan he's spiritual chaos is extremely inferior to that released by Shan Yang. He is hit by Yu Wei. In a moment, pan he's spirit armor is broken, and his armor and clothes are torn into pieces by the spirit blade. His whole body is like a rag doll. After landing, he looks like a rag doll. His whole body is covered with blood, which is hundreds of places.

It is also thanks to his profound cultivation and exquisite spirit and martial arts. His spirit armor is tough enough to remove most of the power of the spirit blade. Otherwise, he would have to be twisted into meat. Even so, pan he was badly hurt. Lying on the ground, he was dying, his eyes turned white and he was unconscious. After seeing this, the Zhen army rushed to protect pan he, who was seriously injured. Then, the spiritual practitioners in the Zhen army attacked Shan Yang like crazy.

On the other hand, more and more ropes were entangled in Tang Yin's body by Zhen Jun, and his arrows were more and more intensive. Under such a strong shot, Tang Yin's cultivation and spiritual armor could not be resisted. With the crackling sound, Tang Yin's spiritual armor began to crack, and the arrows that hit him no longer rebounded to the ground, but penetrated deeply into the armor and nailed to him.

The time passed was not long. Tang Yin had dozens of arrows on his body. He looked like a hedgehog in a cold eye, and his body gradually softened.

Seeing this, the Zhen troops all around stopped shooting. People looked at each other and were not sure whether Tang Yin was dead or not.

At the same time, Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin also found that the situation on Tang Yin's side was not right. They fought hard to break through the encirclement and suffered several heavy blows from the enemy. They just broke through a bloody path and killed Tang Yin.

Jiang Fan's opponent is Wujin. In order to escape, he is forced to suffer a heavy knife from Wujin. At this time, there is a half foot long blade behind him. His wound is heavier than Cheng Jin's, but his speed is faster than the latter. First, he kills Tang Yin. Seeing that he is trapped by the enemy's rope, and his body is full of carving feathers, Jiang fan is scared out of cold sweat. He twists his bow and arrows, and When shooting three arrows, accurately will entangle Tang Yin's three ropes shot.

With the disconnection of the three ropes, Tang Yin's body lost its support and collapsed to the ground. Jiang Fan still wants to rush up to check, but Wu Jin in the back kills him again. The spirit knife is hanging strong wind, sweeping his neck. Jiang Fan has no choice but to turn back to block him. He has just blocked Wu Jin's knife. Suddenly, a rope comes from his feet, which entangles Jiang Fan's left foot.

Before he regained consciousness, Jiang Fan lost his balance and fell to the ground on his back. When he saw an opportunity, Wu Jin roared, holding up his knife and slashed down at the fallen Jiang Fan. Even if he fell to the ground, the situation was passive to the extreme. Jiang Fan did not wait to die. He held his bow in both hands and held the heavy knife of the other side.

Wu Jin's powerful and heavy knife struck Jiang Fan's purple and gold bow again. Its strength was so great that he smashed half of Jiang Fan's body into the soil, and the knife wound behind him was like tearing pain.

Jiang fan is in a desperate situation, and Cheng Jin's situation is also in danger. Although his opponent is not as strong as Wu Jin, he is not weak. Moreover, the ropes of the other side attack one after another, which makes Cheng Jin too busy. When he rushes to the distance of less than 10 meters from Tang Yin, he can no longer move forward. The ropes from all directions are like a big net His waist, legs and arms were entangled in circles.

Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin are trapped by the ropes of the Zhen army, and Shan Yang is entangled by a large number of spiritual practitioners of the Zhen army. Now Tang Yinzhen has become a loner. He has no helper and can only rely on himself.

However, his situation at this time is more critical than Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin. Although Jiang Fan shot off three ropes on his body, there are still several ropes clinging to his waist. The most lethal thing is the dozens of arrows in his body. These dozens of arrow injuries are not light. If someone else had been replaced, he would have died. But at the critical moment, the dark aura in his body played a role in protecting his heart.

Now, there is no place in Tang Yin's body that doesn't hurt. His physical strength and aura are also rapidly losing. Without the pull of the rope, he doesn't even have the strength to stand up. He kneels down and sits still.

The Zhen army around him was stunned for a moment, and some of the bold spiritual practitioners slowly approached Tang Yin. One of them took the lead to come to Tang Yin. His knife was shaking in front of him. Seeing that he had no response, he was more daring. Looking down, he saw that Tang Yin was still clinging to the sickle in his hand. He took a deep breath and raised his knife to chop.

He did not chop at Tang Yin, but at the sickle in Tang Yin's hand. With a clanging sound, Tang Yin's sickle fell in response to the sound and was hit on the ground by the other party's spiritual knife.

Hua, in the battlefield, weapons are people's lives. Losing weapons means losing lives. The Zhen army around saw that Tang Yin's weapons had been destroyed, and people cheered together. In their eyes, Tang Yin was no different from a dead man.

The one who killed the sickle was more daring. He kicked Tang Yin's sickle into the air. Then he lifted Tang Yin's drooping head and raised his sword to wave and show off.

Of course, he has the capital to show off. He can capture or kill the king of a country with his own hands, which is not something everyone can encounter. Listening to the cheers around him, the pure army spiritual practitioner even began to imagine the heroic treatment he would receive when he returned home. However, he chose the wrong object to show off.Tang Yin, who was dying and half alive, suddenly opened his eyes and shot out an incredible green light. Before the people around him could come to their senses, he suddenly raised his hand, grabbed an arrow inserted in his chest, and pulled it out of his body with blood on the tip of the arrow. Then, he waved his arm forward, and the arrow penetrated deeply The root of the Sorcerer's thigh.

The Zhen army monk felt a sharp pain in his thigh and gave out a heartrending howl. At the same time, he also found that the faces of his companions had changed. His eyes were full of panic. People's focus was not on him, but on his side.

His eyes turned slowly and looked around him. Tang Yin, who was still kneeling on the ground just now, did not know when he was slowly standing up. The spirit armor on his face and body gave birth to fine lines, which seemed to grow a layer of fine scales. It was ferocious and terrible. The spirit armor on his hands and feet was also changing. The spirit armor on his fingertips and toes was growing longer, and it was as sharp as a knife and as sharp as a claw Like, the most frightening is his eyes, covered with a dazzling and strange green light.

At this time, Tang Yin didn't look like a man, more like a monster with half a man and half a demon.

The Zhenjun spiritual practitioner opened his mouth subconsciously, but the howling stopped suddenly. He was stunned for a few seconds. He screamed suddenly and turned to run, but Tang Yin's palm was already clasped around his neck. The knife and sharp fingernails instantly pierce the spirit armor on each other's body, and are deeply embedded in the skin.

The other side also wanted to shout and cry for help to his companions, but Tang Yin no longer gave him this opportunity.

The fire of darkness was born from the palm of his hand. The black flame spread to the whole body of the practitioners of the Zhen army in an instant. The spirit armor of the other party could not resist the burning of the dark fire and turned into a mist. With the melting of the armor, the fire of darkness spread to his body recklessly. The spiritual practitioner of the Zhen army only struggled a few times, and the man was silent and white The mist of color emanated from his body, and the body that lost its essence hung softly on Tang Yin's palm.

Tang Yin didn't even look at the corpse in his hand and drained the other party's aura. He shook his arm, threw the corpse out, and then raised his head to suck the aura floating in the air.

He did not leak a trace of aura, all inhaled into the body, and then, the green light in his eyes was more prosperous, looking around the Zhen army around him, and making a roar like a wild animal.

The Zhen army has never seen such a person, or even such a monster, who is still alive and can kill people even with dozens of arrows in his body. People feel cold from their bones.

There was no one to shoot any more arrows, and the people retreated as if they were avoiding the plague. The Zhen army was timid, but how could Tang Yin, who had lost his mind and only had the primitive desire to save life, let go of these "prey" and leave.

With a dull cry, his palms were completely covered by the fire of darkness. Then, the fire of darkness spread from his palms to his whole body, making his whole body covered by a layer of black fire.

Step by step, he walked to the most crowded Zhen army. As he walked, he pulled out his arrow, and then threw it to the ground. Zhenjun was scared out of his wits by such a Tang Yin. How dare they fight again? Tang Yin went further. They had to retreat two steps. At last, the Zhen army had no way out. People cried out: "use ropes! Rope him! Don't let him come here

Zhenjun began to use the rope tactics again. He flew to Tang Yin one by one, wrapping his body round and round.

Because of the rope, Tang Yin couldn't go forward any more. He looked down at the rope. His arm was retracted and his fingertips were bouncing. It was thick and tough. Even a galloping horse could trip over the rope. After being scratched by his fingernails, Tang Yin broke one by one. The cut was as smooth as a knife.

The rope was broken one by one, and the soldiers who pulled the rope out of balance and fell to the ground screaming. Without the control of the rope, Tang Yin was like a runaway horse. He was low and landed on all fours. He was as fast as lightning, flying into the soldiers.

Tang Yin rushed into the Zhen army, which made a scream in the camp. In a flash, more than a dozen soldiers were affected by his dark fire. In order to protect themselves, the spiritual practitioners in Zhenjun cast their Lingwu skills to Tang Yin one after another.

It's a pity that their spirit and martial arts skills can't stick to Tang Yin's body. They only bring their own soldiers to the ground in groups, and Tang Yin has already flashed behind them like ghosts.

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