Chapter 1282

There was still a long way to go before Mo Ying. Tang Yin gave up his horse and went quietly to Mo Ying. He was lying in the grass a mile away from Moying, quietly looking at the opposite side.

As he expected, there were not many Mo troops here, and the guards were not strict. There were very few soldiers in charge of guarding the walls of the stronghold. It seems that the main force of the Mo army has indeed moved to the front camp to resist the Baizhan army.

This is a good opportunity for us to break the camp. If we do not attack at this time, when will we wait? Tang Yin had a clear idea of it, and then quietly returned to the army under his direct command and issued the order of the whole army to attack.

Under the command of Tang Yin, all the troops directly under the command of Tang Yin rushed out from the rear of Mo Ying.

Only when they reached a distance of less than two miles from Moying, a series of sirens were heard in Moying. At this time, people in the camp yelled at Ma Lei, which was like frying a pot.

Tang Yin is secretly pleased that the more chaotic Mo camp is, the more unprepared the other side is, the more likely his side's sneak attack tactics will be. He was holding the long sickle after reification, and rushed in front of him, along with other generals like ah San, ah Si, Cheng Jin and Wu Ying.

Soon, a large number of Mo troops sprang up at the head of the city. Then, a few arrows flew down from the wall of the village.

Such an array of arrows does not pose a threat to Tang Yin. Even if he can't block all of them, a few scattered arrows can't break his spirit armor. In the blink of an eye, Tang Yin, who was the leader, had already rushed to the place less than 50 steps away from Moying.

Just at this time, just listening to the creak of the front, the gate of Mo's camp suddenly opened, and thousands of Mo troops were killed from inside. However, after they came out, the camp gate was immediately closed and all the Mo troops were closed outside the camp.

Seeing this, Tang Yin couldn't help laughing. It was obvious that the rear battalion of Mo's army was short of troops, and he planned to use a small number of soldiers to hold back his side for a while, so as to win time for the withdrawal of the main force.

However, how could a few thousand of Mo's army resist the army under its direct command.

Mo's army came out of the camp. Instead of slowing down, Tang Yin ran faster. In a flash, he has been with Mo Jun who killed out of the camp.

When Tang Yin waved his arms, a black flame was burning on the sickle. As the blade was cut out, the three Mo soldiers came face-to-face. Their breastplates were cut open, but there was no blood gushing out, but the white mist was rising from the wounds on their chest.

Ordinary Mo soldiers wanted to stop Tang Yin. It was too difficult. The latter almost did not spend much effort. He even chopped and chopped more than 100 Mo soldiers. However, the number of Mo soldiers is not small, so one by one, I don't know when to kill them!

Tang Yin took a deep breath and released the aura from his body and concentrated on the sickle. In a moment, the sickle suddenly showed thousands of rays. The dazzling light seemed to rise a sunrise on the ground. At the same time, the shape of the sickle was also undergoing great changes. Strange thorns sprang up, and the irregular shape of the sickle became more uneven.

"Kill" in his roar, he raised his sickle high and slashed at the pressing Mo Jun in front of him.

Oh!

Mo Jun on the other side didn't understand what was going on. Suddenly there was a huge "God of death" in front of him. It is not too much to say that it is the God of death. It is four or five meters high, suspended in the air, wearing a black robe and holding a huge bright red sickle. What's particularly frightening is that its head, which has no flesh and skin, is a bare skull, and its eye sockets are flashing with strange and frightening green light.

The whole body of the "God of death" is black, even the bones of his head are black, and there is a black fire all over the body. Along with the "God of death", there is a strange cry like crying and howling.

This is Tang Yin's assassin's mace, the spirit and martial arts skills derived from the change of the spirit of the army. The ghost blood blade is a fierce triple play.

The illusory image is covered by the fire cage of darkness, holding the sickle high, and flying straight to Mo Jun.

Where it passed, Mo's soldiers screamed and wailed everywhere. All the soldiers who were affected by it were burned by the fire of darkness, and white spirit fog was scattered all over the body, and they were killed on the spot.

In the battlefield, the shadow flies by like a demon wind, and a long spirit fog comes out behind it. The shadow flies from the front of Mo Jun to the end of the array, and then goes to the front of Mo Ying's camp gate. The sickle lifted by Xu Ying finally falls down, which is a heavy blow to the camp gate.

There was a click in the earrings, and sparks splashed from yingmen, which was wrapped in thick iron sheet, and trembled up and down. As soon as a heavy chop was over, the virtual shadow turned a sickle again. Click, click, and two more splits were made in succession.

After three cuts, the huge and terrifying shadow slowly dissipated in the air, and then there was a loud bang at the gate of Moying, and the huge gate collapsed.

Tang Yin's "ghost blood blade" violent three times not only killed hundreds of Mo soldiers in one breath, but also directly knocked down the gate of Mo camp. Its power was beyond the power of human power.

Even Tang Yin himself was startled by the fierce power of ghost blood blade. He was stunned for a moment. He waved his sickle forward, turned back and yelled: "brothers, rush!"

Before his words fell, he ran out first. As soon as he passed, he inhaled all the spiritual fog in the air into his body. Almost without any hindrance, he rushed to the gate of Moying smoothly.As the camp gate had just collapsed and the dust had not yet dispersed, Tang Yin could not see what was going on inside the camp. He was just about to enter. Suddenly, a bitter cold wind came from the camp.

Tang Yinan was surprised, but he was quick to react. He didn't even think about it. He set up a sickle block. Jingle! The sound of the violent collision of iron objects, like thunder in the clear sky, made Tang Yin feel a powerful force, like a mountain and a sea, pressing on him.

His feet were close to the ground, and his feet slid two meters behind him to stabilize his body. His heart trembled. He raised his eyes and looked forward. When the dust gradually dissipated and the dust settled down, Tang Yin saw clearly that there was a member of Mo Jiang standing behind the gate of Moying.

This man is six feet tall. He has a strong back and a big waist. His whole body is covered with pure white spirit armor. The armor is thick and angular. In his palm, he also holds a long spirit knife with a coiled dragon around the blade. The head of the sword is straight to the blade. This sword is famous for its dragon soul chop.

This member of Mo Jiang is not someone else. He is the top general of Mo, who is as famous as Lian Ge. Looking behind him, the dark area of Mo's camp is full of Mo's troops. You can't see the edge at a glance. It's not clear whether it's tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

When Tang Yin saw it, he took a cool breath and said, "ask me?"

"Ha ha!" namo general laughed up and stepped on the collapsed camp gate. He came out with a knife. He shook his head and said, "Xu Shuai has been waiting here for a long time. I thought I could only wait for the soldiers and crabs from Fengguo this time, but I didn't expect to see his Highness the big fish

Ah! Tang Yin frowned. It turned out that Mo Jun was not unprepared, but had been on guard for a long time, waiting for his side to attack the camp! Xu Leng's good health is fierce! Although he was surprised, he did not show his performance. He said calmly: "Xiangwen, you are an" old general "of the state of Mo if you serve two generations of kings of the state of mo. Shao Fang is a person. You know that in your heart, I advise you to be far away from the monarch and be close to the virtuous king king. Give up the state of Mo as soon as possible and take refuge in my strong wind!"

To ask extremely angry and smile, even nodded, said: "actually to ask also had this meaning already!" Then, he raised the Dragon Spirit in his hand, shrugged his shoulders and said, "it's just that I don't agree to the Dao that asked me!"

"Hum!" Tang Yin sneered and said, "good words can't persuade damned ghosts! I respect you as a man. It's a pity that you don't eat or drink wine when you toast. Today, I can't blame my heartless sword. "

"Ha ha, the wind king has a big voice, but it's not sure who will win." Xiang Wen didn't eat Tang Yin's method. He was as calm as water. He didn't get angry or angry.

He turned to his side and yelled at his back: "our soldiers obey orders. Today, those who kill enemy soldiers will be rewarded with great achievements. Those who kill enemy generals can be promoted to three levels in a row and become knights."

Under the heavy reward, there is no lack of brave men. After asking questions, the rear many Mo army officers and men, like being beaten with chicken blood, screamed and roared out of Mo camp.

Naturally, people's preferred target is Tang Yin, but before they reach Tang Yin, they will be blocked by the wind of A-3 and A-4.

Tang Yin didn't look at the fierce soldiers around him. His eyes were always fixed on Xiang Wen. He knew in his heart that his real opponent was not someone else, but the powerful general of Mo state.

Xiang Wen raised his knife and went to Tang Yin step by step. Before the man arrived, the spirit came first. The spiritual pressure is invisible, but the spiritual pressure emitted by Xiangwen is like a shape. With his walking, the dust on the ground is rolled up into the air and flies forward.

When he reached ten steps away from Tang Yin, he could not move. His spiritual pressure had already come into contact with Tang Yin's.

Did not wait to start, but two people's spiritual pressure first launched a duel. Even if Tang Yin's accomplishments are not high, they are not so bad. They are both top level Lingwu masters, and the duel between them is also very wonderful.

Under the strong pressure of the two men's spiritual pressure, the dust on the ground kept flying up and down. After they were five meters away, the ground began to crack. At the beginning, it was just one crack. But with the extension of time, the cracks on the ground became more and more. Then, the broken soil and stones slowly rose from the ground, and there were two cracks on the ground Under the pressure of the spirit, it gradually broke into powder and mixed in the dust.

At this time, ordinary Feng Jun and Mo Jun couldn't get close to them at all. When they were five paces away, they seemed to be blocked by an invisible and colorless wall, making it difficult for them to make further progress.

The duel of spiritual pressure is a simple competition and cultivation, but it is not as good as asking Tang Yin. Gradually, his forehead has exuded sweating, and his body is shaking slightly. Looking at the opposite question, he is calm and has no sense of hardship.

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