V2.Chapter 282

Wu Chao suppressed Tang Yin with his spirit. When he was about to take his life with a sword, suddenly, a sweet whistle sounded in his ear.

At present, the situation on the battlefield is extremely chaotic. There are fierce battles everywhere, and the cries of killing are loud. But strangely, the whistle can clearly pass through the deafening battle sound into Wu Chao's ears. What's more strange is that the whistle is not harsh, but gives people an unspeakable sense of peace of mind and comfort.

Wu Chao seemed to have been hit by a acupoint. He stood there motionless, and the spirit sword held high did not cut down.

Tang Yin, who fell to the ground, was ready to bear the heavy blow. He used his strength. The double blades had been lifted up, but after waiting for a long time, the other party's sword didn't fall, and the sound of ticking came from the blade.

He picked his eyes and looked at it. He saw that blood beads were constantly dripping on the knife he held up. Looking up, Wu Chao's eyebrows showed a four inch long arrow tip at some time. The blood was dripping down the arrow.

Hoo! The spirit armor on Wu Chao's body vaporized in an instant, turned into a spirit fog, and flew away in the air. At this time, looking at his face, his eyes have lost their charm, but his expression did not show a trace of pain, but showed a calm and peaceful color.

Plop! The body fell obliquely in front of Tang Yin, who also saw more clearly that what came out of the back of Wu Chao's head was a gold arrow. Jiang Fan's Requiem arrow!

Teng! Almost at the same time when the body fell to the ground, a figure appeared around Tang Yin out of thin air. Suddenly, this is not someone else, it is Jiang Fan. In his hand, he still holds a purple gold bow without bowstrings.

"The late arrival of the last general's rescue frightened the king!" While talking, Jiang Fan carried the purple gold bow behind him, carefully helped Tang Yin up with his other hand, and then asked with concern, "is the king hurt?"

Seeing Jiang Fan, Tang Yin's heart fell back to his stomach when he mentioned his voice. With Jiang Fan, he would no longer worry about his life. He waved his hand to Jiang Fan with a wry smile and said, "I'm fine. I was shocked by this Wu Chao."

Although he spoke with ease, Jiang Fan could see that his face was a little unnatural. He looked around nervously. Almost all his eyes were Zhenjun. Now he couldn't tell which Zhenjun was on his own side and which was on the other side of the enemy. Jiang Fan held Tang Yin and said, "king, there's chaos here. I'll escort the king out first!"

Tang Yin shook her head, took a deep breath, pressed the pain in her chest, and then shook off Jiang Fan's hand. She said in a positive tone: "the Lord General of the fortress Hou Qiu is still on the wall. You go up with me and catch Hou Qiu first!"

Catch the thief and the king first. As long as you catch Hou Qiu, the battle will soon be over.

Jiang Fan was fearless, but he worried about Tang Yin's safety, frowned and said, "but your majesty..."

"I said I'm fine, let me go!" Tang Yin didn't give him a chance to talk much. He went straight up the steps of the city wall with his double swords. With Jiang Fan around, Tang Yin has a lot of courage. Even if there are many enemies in front, he dares to rush forward.

For fear that he might make mistakes in the chaotic war, Jiang Fan dared not leave Tang Yin and closely protected him.

Tang Yin said simply that it was not so easy to go up the wall along the steps. There were Zhenjun troops on the wall and steps. Before Tang Yin stepped on the steps, he stabbed several spears in the face.

Without Tang Yin's action, Jiang Fan has stepped forward first and does not hide from the oncoming spear, but just returns and sweeps a bow. jingle! The spear pierced the spirit armor in front of him, making the sound of iron collision, and the sparks splashed. However, the spear only left some traces on his spirit armor, and his sweeping bow made several Zhen soldiers cut off by the waist and roll down the steps with screams.

Jiang Fan leaned forward with the trend, and the purple gold bow in his hand cut and stabbed. In the blink of an eye, he killed more than 20 Zhen soldiers on the steps.

The sound of fighting on their side attracted the attention of Zhen army on the wall. When a commander saw that Jiang Fan was brave and killed his own soldiers like cutting vegetables, he secretly clenched his teeth, silently took off his bow and arrow, aimed at Jiang Fan's head and raised his hand with an arrow.

It's OK for him to shoot others with cold arrows, but for Jiang Fan, it's like teaching others how to do things. Jiang fan is so familiar with the roar of the arrow cutting through the sky that he can even judge how far the arrow is from him without looking at it and listening to the sound.

At the moment when the arrow was about to hit his head, he raised his hand fiercely and grabbed it. With a bang, the rapid cold arrow was caught by him.

The aura in his body moved freely, and a spirit string glittering with glow was born on the purple gold bow in his hand. With a cold arrow between his fingers, he lifted his arm and reflected it back.

Go! The commander of the sneak attack was stunned and stunned by Jiang Fan's series of actions. When he reacted, Jiang Fan's arrows had come close.

With a muffled sound, the arrow hit his face door. Without even saying a word, the commander fell to the ground on his back and died.

All the soldiers around him turned pale with fear. People twisted their bows and arrows and launched a volley of fire at Jiang Fan.

Had it not been for Tang Yin behind him, Jiang Fan would have drifted to the wall. Worried that the other party's arrows would affect Tang Yin, he stood still and insisted on nailing the dozens of carved feathers to himself, but he was not idle. He took out a gold arrow from behind, raised his hand to turn it into a purple gold spirit arrow, and then did not stop for a moment. He didn't aim at it, so he raised his hand and shot the purple gold arrow out.

The purple gold arrow walked through the air. Instead of the peaceful and pleasant whistle like the one that shot Wu overtime just now, it screamed like a ghost crying and howling. The whistle seemed to turn into a steel needle to pierce people's eardrums. Many soldiers of sergeant Zhen involuntarily showed a color of pain, threw away their weapons and covered their ears with their hands.

The purple gold arrow drew a gorgeous golden arc in the air, and then crossed the heads of more than ten Zhen soldiers. In a series of "fluttering, fluttering", more than ten Zhen soldiers were pierced through the temples, and the bodies fell straight down from the city wall.

Even though it ran through more than ten people, the purple gold arrow was still castrated. Finally, with a loud click, it was deeply nailed to the arrow stack and sank no less than three inches into it. This is the power of Jiang Fan's soul breaking arrow.

The enemy in the distance can shoot with an arrow, and the enemy near can cut with a bow. Meeting Jiang Fan, an enemy with both long-range attack and close combat, is a nightmare for anyone.

In front of Jiang Fan, the morale of Zhen soldiers was immediately suppressed, and Zhen soldiers on the steps retreated out of instinct.

They stepped back and made room for Tang Yin. The latter rushed forward, waved his double knives, and made continuous moves, either cutting or splitting, or picking or stabbing. Each knife ran to the vital point. If he was hit, he would die or be seriously injured.

As long as the other party has no spiritual practitioners, they are all ordinary soldiers, which can't stop Tang Yin's sharp knife at all, not to mention there is a more terrible Jiang Fan around Tang Yin.

The two of them worked hard to break a path of blood and kill the city.

At this time, scuffles were also taking place on the inner city wall. First, there was the battle between the garrison and leting army, and then the Allied soldiers in the corridor set up a ladder and began to attack the garrison on the inner city wall inside and outside.

At this time, fierce battles were taking place in every place on the inner and outer walls of Longding fortress, and there were screams from every corner. The city defense of the fortress had been broken through by the coalition forces.

Hou Qiu, who was commanding the battle on the city wall, could not take care of the front, the back, the left and the right at this time. He was helpless to deal with the current war situation.

However, he refused to give up. He could not give up even if he had already received the military order. Even if he died in the Dragon top fortress, he could not step back.

Now he is still yelling and commanding the soldiers around him to resist the coalition forces attacking from the corridor, making a final struggle.

Tang Yin and Jiang Fan, who killed the city head, noticed him at the same time. They looked at each other. Tang Yin first said, "Jiang Fan, you don't need to protect me. Now go and get rid of Hou Qiu!"

"But..." your side hasn't attacked the wall yet, and the enemy is all around. Jiang Fanna can rest assured that Tang Yin will be left alone.

But just as he was about to speak, Tang Yin interrupted, "I said you don't have to protect me. Although there are many enemy forces here, there's nothing you can do about me! Go quickly!"

Tang Yin insisted that Jiang Fan had no choice but to obey the order. He whispered, "be careful, king!" Then, his body was empty and disappeared around Tang Yin.

When he reappeared, he was already in the crowd of Zhenjun more than ten meters away. With his appearance, a scream came out of the crowd, and blood mist spewed out all over the sky. But then, the scream of Zhenjun came from a further place.

When there was Jiang Fan, the soldiers around Zhen were afraid and didn't dare to move forward. Now Jiang Fan suddenly disappeared, leaving Tang Yin alone. Soldiers Zhen became bolder and shouted to each other and surrounded Tang Yin a little.

In the face of many Zhen soldiers walking around, Tang Yin was not afraid. He calmly and calmly stretched out his muscles and bones and moved his wrists. When Zhen Bing was less than three steps away from him, Tang Yin, who stood as steady as Mount Tai, suddenly ran to Zhen Bing in front of him like a rabbit, and his double knives stabbed him out.

"Ah -" with two cries of near death, the fierce battle began again. Tang Yin, who was unable to use Lingwu, stood alone with hundreds of Zhenjun around him.

On the other side of the river, he continuously cast shadow drift, and his body shape approached Hou Qiu in flickering and flickering.

Hou Qiu, who was commanding the battle, had never dreamed that there would be an enemy around him. When he realized that there were spiritual pressure fluctuations around him, Jiang Fan had come close to him.

The purple gold bow cut through the sky and cut straight to his neck. Hou Qiu is also a good military general. At the critical moment, he lowered himself out of instinct.

Sand! The purple gold bow roared past his scalp and cut off a palm sized piece of his helmet. Hou Qiu was scared to death and subconsciously exclaimed, "who is it?"