Chapter 907

Tang Yin and Hong Ying fought at the same place. They fought more than 30 rounds in a blink of an eye. During this period, Tang Yin took the initiative and nearly injured Hong Ying under his sharp knife several times.

The more passive Hong Ying was in the Vietnam War, the more difficult it was to fight. When Tang Yin was in a desperate situation, he could only use all his strength to retreat Tang Yin. However, this greatly consumed his aura. After another 20 rounds of fighting, Hong Ying's nose and temples were covered with sweat.

He knew in his heart that if he continued to fight like this, he would surely lose, but he did not even know who the other party was. When he was defeated in such a muddle headed way, what face would he have to report to the leader of the gang, and what was his face in Qiuye?

Thinking of this, he was in a hurry, and his moves were slightly disordered. However, any slight mistake of the master could be fatal. How could Tang Yin let go of this opportunity and rush to attack several knives while the opponent's moves were disordered. Hong Ying barely took advantage of the other side's moves, but the last one dodged slowly and was picked up by the blade on his shoulder.

The spirit knife was extremely sharp, and immediately tore a crack in the spirit armor on his shoulder, and the scarlet blood flowed out along the crack. Hong Ying snorted and stepped back. Then she looked at the wound on her shoulder. Her eyes were flushed with blood.

Hong Ying had already been a famous figure in the knight errant circles of Ningguo when he didn't join the counter current. He seldom met enemies. He even forgot what it was like to be hurt. Now he was hurt by Tang Yin's knife. Hong Ying was ashamed, angry and angry. He roared, and the spirit sword in his hand shot a dazzling glow.

Under the cover of dazzling brilliance, the body of the spirit sword is widening and lengthening. At the same time, two virtual swords, which are the same size as the spirit sword, revolve around the spirit sword. This is the spirit of Hong Ying's military transformation.

Hong Ying shouts and drinks in a deep voice, holding up the spirit sword and slashing at Tang Yin. In the process of falling down, the two virtual swords around it also cut at Tang Yin. The latter did not dodge. He combined the two swords into one and turned them into sickles. They held the sickles in both hands and reached the top of their heads to catch the heavy blows of the other side.

With three continuous sounds, the spirit sword and two virtual swords were successively cut on the scythe's pole. Their strength was so strong that even Tang Yin was shaken back three steps. At this time, he realized that the virtual sword produced by the other side was not a virtual shadow that disturbed people's eyes, but a real and real sword that could hurt people.

Three steps back, Tang Yin stood firm. Until then, the sickle in his hand was still shaking and humming.

What a great change of the spirit of soldiers! Tang Yin turned his wrist, which was painful. He was surprised. He was more careful. His eyes were green and he was staring at each other without blinking.

"Take me another sword!"

Hong Ying was not forgiven. He stepped forward again, and the spirit sword in his hand hit Tang Yin's head in the air. Before the spirit sword arrived, the virtual sword came first. The two virtual swords were transformed into two electric lights, which stabbed Tang Yin's neck from left to right. Hong Ying must be quick to fight and make a quick decision. The change of the spirit of a soldier consumes too much aura and cannot last for a long time. If he can't kill the enemy during the period of the change of the spirit of the army, he will be killed.

Knowing the strength of the opponent's virtual sword, Tang Yin didn't dare to be careless. With all his strength, he swung his sickle to the left and right.

When, when! With the two crackles, the sickle knocked the two virtual swords flying out. But then, Hong Ying rushed to Tang Yin, and the long and wide spirit sword stabbed Tang Yin's heart. He is faster than Tang Yin. The latter uses the shadow to drift from the front of Hong Ying to his back, and the sickle sweeps along with the trend and cuts to the other side's waist.

Listening to the bad wind behind her, Hong Ying inhaled, jumped forward, and could just dodge the edge of the scythe. Before Tang Yin could catch up with him, the two virtual swords he had just knocked out flew back into the air, one to his heavenly cover and the other to his back neck. Tang Yin's reaction was very quick. He leaned to the side, first flashed past the virtual sword behind him, then swept the sickle upward, and then flicked the virtual sword above his head.

But he was delayed by Xu Jian. Hong Ying, who jumped out of the room, killed him again and stabbed seven swords at his vital points.

The great change of Hong Yingbing's spirit lies in the two virtual swords. These two virtual swords don't need Hong Ying's direct control, but they can follow their heart. When others fight against them, they feel that they are not fighting with Hong Ying alone. Instead, they seem to be dealing with three masters at the same time. Those who are slightly inferior in skills and accomplishments are often defeated if they can't walk out of three rounds Come on.

At first, Tang Yin did not adapt to the change of the spirit of Hong Ying's soldiers. He was in a hurry by two virtual swords. However, after dealing with a few moves, he began to calm down. If he could stop, he would hide. If he could not, he would use shadow drift to protect his life.

After all, no matter who uses the spirit of soldiers, it is impossible for him to change for a long time. As long as he passes through this period of time, the other party's aura is exhausted and becomes his own bag.

Soon, Tang Yin's tactics also changed from hard hitting to wandering. In this way, Hong Ying was in a hurry and stepped up the offensive. He wanted to stab the other party to death with a sword. However, under his fast attack, he failed to hurt Tang Yin. On the contrary, he also made his aura drain faster.After more than 20 rounds of fighting, Hong Ying's moves gradually slowed down. Even the two empty swords were not as flexible as they were at the beginning. Tang Yin was still calm and calm. While he blocked and dodged each other's edge, he took the cold shoulder to fight back.

Feeling that the other side is about to run out of oil and the lamp is running out, Tang Yin, who was originally fighting, suddenly put on his strength, turned his sickle up and down, and attacked Hong Ying with more than ten knives in one breath.

Hong Ying is startled. With the help of two virtual swords, Hong Ying reluctantly picks up Tang Yin's sharp knives one by one. Before he can breathe a little, Tang Yin's sickle cuts hard at his head.

Seeing that the sickle was coming fiercely and there was a faint sound of thunder, Hong Ying didn't dare to pick it up, so she dodged quickly.

Click! With a sharp sound, the sickle did not cut Zhonghong Ying, but cut a big crack in the ground. Hong Ying thought there was a chance to take advantage of it. The spirit sword waved outward, and two virtual swords shot out quickly, taking Tang Yin's left and right chest.

Tang Yin leaned back. His feet were standing on the ground, but his upper body was almost parallel to the ground. Two virtual swords flew past him with strong wind. As soon as Xu Jian passed, he straightened himself up, Shua Shua, and swept three knives to divide Hong Ying's upper, middle and lower paths. Hong Ying pretended to be flustered. First, she ducked the upper knife, then blocked it horizontally. Then she took a knife from the middle road. However, she pretended to be unable to dodge the knife under her feet, and her foot was severely scratched by the blade.

He cried out in pain and fell on his back. Tang Yin stepped forward in accordance with the situation, raised his sickle, and was ready to chop.

Hong Ying's purpose is to lead Tang Yin to kill himself. Secretly, he controls two virtual swords flying out and turns them back to stab Tang Yin's back.

However, Tang Yin's sickle did not strike him. As soon as the two virtual swords were close to Tang Yin's body, he suddenly drank, turned around, and aimed at the two virtual swords, he cut the sickle with all his strength.

Tang Yin used all his strength to make a powerful sword. There was no sound in his earrings. However, he could clearly see that the scythe caused waves in the air around him when he fell. The spirit that came out naturally pressed on the temple to form a whirlwind, which seemed to attract everything around him to the blade of the sickle.

There was a deafening sound in the ear wheel. Two virtual swords flying towards Tang Yin were chopped by the sickle. Then, they were broken and turned into two balls of silver powder. Finally, they were scattered in the air.

Hong Ying had no dream that the other side's accomplishments were so high that they could chop down the spirit of his own soldiers. For a moment, the blood color on his face faded and became pale, and his body on the ground became stiff. His eyes looking at Tang Yin were full of fear.

In fact, between Tang Yin's accomplishments and Hong Ying's military spirit change, it is impossible to break Hong Ying's military spirit change under normal circumstances. The key is that Hong Ying's aura has been seriously depleted, and the spiritual change of soldiers has reached the end of its strength. In this case, two virtual swords can't bear Tang Yin's all-out strike, and they are chopped by him with one knife.

The spirit of the soldiers was broken by the other side. Hong Ying had never encountered such a thing in his life. At this time, let alone hurt the enemy, he did not even have the desire and courage to fight again. He was stunned for two seconds. He suddenly gave a strange cry and jumped up from the ground. Without saying a word, he turned and ran away.

But now he wants to run again, where can he still have time?

Tang Yin shook his body and flashed directly in front of him, blocking Hong Ying's way. He said with a smile: "I've just said that, tonight, no one from Ningbang can leave." As he spoke, his sickle swung out.

Hong Ying murmured that he was not good. He ducked his head and dodged. But before he got up, Tang Yin's sweeping leg came again. Hong Ying's foot was injured, so he couldn't move easily. He had no time to jump back. However, Tang Yin rushed to him with one lunge. The distance between them was so close that the tip of his nose and the tip of his nose almost touched each other.

Hong Ying exclaimed. Instinctively, she leaned back and raised a sword to stab Tang Yin in front of her. His sword was only half stabbed. Tang Yin's head suddenly pushed forward. With a crack, his forehead hit Hong Ying's face. The latter felt that he was not knocked down by the other's head, but more like a huge hammer in his face.

His body was in the air, and fell to the ground straight. His face was smashed. His face was covered with blood. His eyes were lax. His limbs were still struggling and supporting. He wanted to get up from the ground, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up. His body finally fell to the ground powerless.

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