Chapter 1480

Li Shan played ten rounds under Tang Yin's fast attack, but the number of times he could fight back from the beginning to the end was not more than three. This was not only the difference in strength between the two men, but also the reason for their fighting styles.

Expecting that he could not win, Li Shan was afraid. After stopping Tang Yin's quick attack, he tried to pull his horse back.

He wanted to go, but Tang Yin didn't give him a chance to escape. The two knives suddenly merged into one and turned into a long sickle. Then, he tried his best to chop three knives.

The three spiritual waves were sweeping or chopping vertically or obliquely, attacking Li Shan rapidly. Li Shan was so shocked that he quickly swung his double hammers and let out two spiritual waves.

With two muffled thuds, two of Tang Yin's three spiritual waves were resisted by his spiritual waves, and he could no longer resist the one he had chopped.

At the critical moment, Li Shan could only do his best to block Tang Yin's spirit wave with the hammer. After listening to a crackle in the field, Tang Yin's spirit wave knot firmly hit his double hammers. The strong impact force was beyond the power of Li Shan. His feet were pulled off the stirrups, and the whole man flew back from the horse. Looking at his horse, he was abruptly cut into two pieces by the powerful spiritual wave. After a mass of blood mist broke out, the two pieces of horse corpses were dumped to the left and right 。

Li Shan fell three meters away, sat down on the ground, and then rolled back a few meters, which was reluctantly stopped. Before he got up, he spat out three mouthfuls of blood and dropped his double hammer to the ground. His eyes were lax and his mind was confused.

Tang Yin was about to get up from behind. When he came to his back, Tang Yin pulled the reins of his horse. In his ear wheel, he heard the horse hiss. He kicked high and high. Tang Yin leaned forward, holding the reins in one hand and holding the sickle high in the other. Without warning, he stopped on the edge of the sword in the air, burning a black flame. At the moment of the flame, his sickle was cut down.

Click! The knife was being cut on Li Shan's neck. The latter didn't even make a sound. His head fell to the ground. There was no blood coming out of the headless corpse. Only a strong mist came out of his broken neck, and finally all of them got into Tang Yin's nostrils.

Another Sichuan general died under the knife of Tang Yin, the second general he killed in a row. Xue Rong is not sure how the former Chuang died, but he can clearly see Li Shan's death on the wall of the village.

Not to mention Xue Rong's face changed greatly, but he took a cold breath. Even the other Sichuan generals around him trembled. He could not help wrinkling his brows and exuding a layer of cold sweat from his palms.

"Who on earth is this man? How can he be so powerful?" Xue Rong murmured in his eyes.

At this time, standing beside him, general Wu Rui youyou said: "if the end will not be wrong, this person should be the wind king Tang Yin!"

Wu Rui was the vanguard officer in the Sichuan army during the four kingdoms expedition. He had contact with Tang Yin. Naturally, he was more familiar with Tang Yin than other Sichuan generals.

"Tang Yin, the king of wind?" Xue Rong and the generals around him couldn't believe their ears. Tang Yin, the king of the wind, would come to his camp alone to fight. This is incredible. How could it be possible? However, Wu Rui has always been a strict man, and at this time, he is more unlikely to laugh.

Xue Rong stayed for a long time before returning to his senses. He asked uncertainly, "general Wu, is this man really the king of wind?"

"Nine out of ten!" Wurui nodded heavily.

There was a flash of light in Xue Rong's eyes. He took a deep breath, drank to the left and right and asked, "which general is willing to go out of the camp to capture the downwind king?"

Everyone wanted the great feat of capturing xiafengwang, but they also had to weigh their own. Li Shan was so brave, but he was beaten to no avail in front of Tang Yin. If he went up, he would never return.

Even Wu Rui, a famous general in Sichuan, did not dare to ask for a fight. After all, Tang Yin's strength was there. If he did not have full assurance or had no choice, a military general of his level would not easily go to battle.

Xue Rong asked three times in a row, but none of his nearly 100 generals answered the question. This embarrassing situation was unexpected to him.

He raised his eyebrows, turned around, looked around the generals and asked in disbelief, "what? Are you all frightened by the wind king? No one dares to go out of the camp to fight? "

After listening to his questions, several famous generals of Sichuan, including Wu Rui, couldn't sit still. Before people stood up to answer the questions, the gate of Chuanying suddenly opened, and then a general rushed out of the camp.

The whole body of the man was red, his spirit armor was red, his cloak behind him was red, and his horse was also red. He galloped on the battlefield like a flame, and his momentum was like a raging fire.

The man who went to the battle will not be anyone else, but Qin Hui, the commander of the Xuewei battalion named by Tang Yin. Seeing Qin Hui suddenly go out to battle, Xue Rong and the Sichuan generals around him were scared. Last night, although he killed general Wu Guang of Fengguo at one stroke, he also experienced a fierce battle. His aura was seriously depleted. Moreover, he was still injured. Even if he was not seriously injured, his combat effectiveness would be affected more or less. In his current state, it was not wise to go out to meet Tang Yin.For fear of Qin Hui's loss, Xue Rong helped the wall of the village, leaned out of his body, and yelled out: "general Qin, go back to the camp for a while. I'll send someone else to capture Feng Wang!"

Qin Hui, who went out of the camp, seemed to have not heard Xue Rong's cry and did not return to his head. Moreover, he ran faster.

After stopping his horse, he looked up and down at Tang Yin. In a deep voice, he asked, "but Tang Yin, the king of wind?"

Tang Yin is not surprised that the other party immediately calls out his identity. He doesn't answer. His eyes are cold as frost, staring at Qin Hui.

Seeing that the other party did not deny it, it must be Tang Yin. Qin Hui raised his mouth and sneered and said, "yesterday, it should have been you who died under this gun. However, Wu Guang, that unfortunate man, has become your substitute for death. I still sigh for this. Unexpectedly, you have sent it to our door today."

the more Tang Yin listened, the more ugly he looked, and so on In the end, his face was dark. He interrupted: "are you Qin Hui of Xuewei camp?"

"Yes Qin Hui raised the spear in his hand, pointed at the tip of Tang Yin's nose and said, "come, come, come! Today, you and I will have a big fight "

before he finished his words, Tang Yin's sickle has suddenly shown a dazzling glow. At the same time, the surrounding air begins to drop rapidly, which makes people feel cold in the heart.

Qin Hui is a first-class master of Lingwu. He immediately realizes that there is something wrong with him. But at this time, Tang Yin, the opposite of him, has fiercely raised his Lingdao and chopped him in the air. As his sickle fell, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in the sky. The black shadow was covered with black robes from head to toe, holding a long sickle. The huge figure was completely suspended in the air. Suddenly, the black shadow made a deafening, earth shaking roar, waved the sickle and flew straight to tan Hui.

"Ghost blood blade rage" Qin Hui was well-informed. He recognized the spirit skill of Tang Yinbing after the change of spirit. But because of this, his mind was clouded.

Qin Hui's effort turned into a spear.

As soon as he had finished the transformation of the spirit of soldiers, the huge black shadow came to him, and the sickle held high fiercely chopped him down.

Qin Hui had a big drink. He raised his spear to parry. He heard the roar of the scene and burst out a thunderous noise. In a flash, Qin Hui's horse was shaken out. As a result, there was an extra three meter long pit on the ground.

After a knife, the shadow in the air is a knife ruthlessly cut down. Qin Hui couldn't find a chance to fight back at all, so he had to parry again. Boom! It was the sound of sultry thunder again. The knife of black shadow shook Qin Hui out of the pit.

When others fly upside down in the air, there are countless cracks in his spirit armor. The shadow followed him like a shadow. Without waiting for his body to land, the third knife came again. Qin Hui is a man in the air, barely horizontal gun parry.

Boom!

This knife directly smashed Qin Hui's flying body to the ground. At the same time, it made a deep hole in the ground again. Qin Hui was lying at the bottom of the pit. The spirit armor on many places of his body had fallen off, especially his arms and palms. The spirit armor was completely destroyed.

However, Tang Yin's transformation of the spirit of the soldiers was still not over. The giant shadow still remained in the air. The sickle was lifted again and aimed at Qin Hui, which was another heavy chop.

At this time, Qin Hui didn't even have the chance to re cover the spirit armor. Seeing the other side's killing move again, he could only throw it out, kneeling half at the bottom of the pit and raising his spirit gun to parry again.

Click! This time, it was not the sound of thunder, but the sound of thunder in the clear sky. The original pit of more than two meters wide was suddenly expanded to more than four meters wide with dust and gravel all over the sky. Looking at Qin Hui in the pit, the man was lying flat in the pit. His broken bone head pierced through the flesh and protruded out of the body. The spear was also released from his hand and inserted into the wall of the pit, Due to the loss of aura maintenance, the spear has been changed back to its original form.

This is the horror of the spirit of the dark army! Qin Hui had realized that he was defeated. However, at this time, his mood was surprisingly calm, and he could not even feel the pain of his bones. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the black shadow floating above him. His lips moved slightly, and he said in his heart: "ghost blood blade is furious for five times!

He was right in his mind. It was a five game game! Tan Hui's last move to the sky.

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