V2.Chapter 395

There was still a long way to go from Mo Ying. Tang Yin gave up his war horse and quietly touched Mo Ying. He lay down in the grass a mile away from Mo camp and looked across quietly.

As he expected, there are not many Mozambican troops here, and the guard is not strict. There are few soldiers responsible for the guard on the stronghold wall. It seems that the main troops of Mozambican troops have indeed been transferred to the front camp to resist the hundred war army.

This is a good opportunity for our side to break the camp. If we don't attack at this time, when will we wait? Tang Yin knew it well, and then quietly returned to his immediate army and ordered the whole army to attack.

Under the command of Tang Yin, all the troops directly under him went out and rushed out from the rear of Mo camp like a tide.

When they pushed to less than two miles away from Mo camp, a series of alarms came out from Mo camp. At this time, people in the camp shouted horse tearing and shouting like frying a pot.

Tang Yin secretly rejoiced that the more chaotic Mo camp was, the more unprepared the other party was, and the more likely his own sneak attack tactics were to succeed. Holding the long sickle after the reification, he took the lead and rushed to the front. Around him were ah San, ah Si, Cheng Jin, Wu Ying and other generals.

Soon, a large number of Mo troops emerged on the top of the city. Then, sparse arrows flew down from the walled wall.

Such an arrow array does not pose a threat to Tang Yin. Even if he can't block all of them, a few sporadic arrows can't break his spirit armor. In the blink of an eye, Tang Yin, who took the lead, had rushed to a place less than 50 steps away from Mo Ying.

At this time, just listening to the creaking sound in front, the camp door of Mo army suddenly opened, and thousands of Mo army came out from inside. However, after they came out, the gate of the camp was immediately closed and all the Mozambican troops were locked outside the camp.

Tang Yin couldn't help laughing. It was obvious that the rear battalion of the Mozambican army was short of troops. He planned to use a small number of troops to contain his side for a while and win time for the retreat of the main force.

However, how can a few thousand Mozambican troops resist their direct subordinates.

When Mo Jun came out of the camp, Tang Yin not only didn't slow down, but ran faster. In an instant, he had come into contact with the Mo army who had killed out of the camp.

When Tang Yin waved his arms, a black flame was burning on the sickle. With the blade cut out, the three Mo soldiers came face-to-face. The chest armor was cut open, but there was no blood, but the white fog came out of the wound in front of their chest.

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

Tang Yin took a deep breath, released the aura in his body and concentrated it on the sickle. For a moment, the sickle suddenly showed 10000 rays of sunlight. 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 were everywhere, and the irregular shape of the sickle became more uneven.

"Kill -" in his loud cry, he raised his sickle high and slashed it fiercely in the air against the dense Mo army in front.

Ow!

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

The 'God of death' is black all over, even the bones of his head are black, and there is a black fire around his body. With the 'God of death', there is a strange cry like ghosts crying and howling.

This is Tang Yin's killer mace. It's a spirit weapon skill derived from the change of the spirit of the soldier. The ghost blood blade is determined in a furious triple play.

The huge phantom was covered by the fire cage of darkness, holding a sickle high and flying straight to the Mo army.

Where it passed, Sergeant Mo screamed and wailed everywhere. All the soldiers affected by it were burned by the dark fire, scattered white spirit fog all over and killed on the spot.

On the battlefield, the virtual shadow flew by like an evil wind, leaving a long spirit fog behind. The virtual shadow flew from the front of the Mo army to the end of the array, and then castrated and rushed to the front of the camp gate of Mo camp. The sickle held by the virtual shadow finally fell down, and there was a heavy split against the camp gate.

There was a click in the earrings. Sparks splashed from the camp gate wrapped in thick iron sheet and trembled up and down. Just after a recoil, the virtual shadow turned the sickle again. There were two consecutive recoils of recoil.

There was a huge crack in the air, but it was not until the huge sword fell out of the three camps, but then it disappeared again.

Tang Yin's ghost blood blade's violent three company decision not only killed hundreds of Mo soldiers in one breath, but also directly knocked down the gate of Mo camp. The power of it is simply beyond human power.

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

Before his voice fell, he ran out first. As soon as he walked, he inhaled all the spirit fog scattered in the air into his body. Almost without any obstruction, he rushed to the gate of Mo camp smoothly.

As the gate of the camp had just collapsed and the dust had not dispersed, Tang Yin could not see what was going on in the camp. He was just about to enter. In the cold, a biting cold wind came head-on from the camp.

Tang Yinyin was surprised, but he reacted quickly. He didn't even think about it and set up a sickle to block it. Clang! The violent collision of iron tools seemed like thunder in the clear sky. Tang Yin felt a powerful force like a mountain falling on himself.

He put his feet close to the ground and slid two meters behind to stabilize his body. His heart trembled. He looked forward and waited until the dust gradually dissipated and settled. Tang Yin saw clearly that there was a member of Mo Jiang standing behind the gate of Mo camp.

The man is more than six feet tall. He has a tiger back and a bear waist. His arms are big and round. His whole body is covered with pure white spirit armor. The spirit armor is thick and angular. In his palm, he also holds a long spirit knife. There is a coiled dragon on the blade, and the dragon head is straight to the blade. This knife is famous for its dragon soul chop.

This Mo general is not someone else, but the top general of Mo, who is as famous as Lian Ge. Looking behind him, there was a dark area in the Mo army camp. It was all Mo army. There was no edge at a glance. It was unclear whether it was tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

Tang Yin took a breath and blurted out, "ask me?"

"Ha ha -" the Mo general laughed on his back, stepped on the collapsed camp door, took the knife and came out. He shook his head and said, "as expected, Xu Shuai has been waiting here for a long time. I thought I could only wait for the shrimp and crab generals of the wind Kingdom this time. Unexpectedly, he waited for the big fish of his Highness the wind king!"

Ah! Tang Yin frowned secretly. It turned out that Mo Jun was not unprepared, but had been on guard for a long time, waiting for his side to sneak attack on the back of the camp! Xu Lengzhi is so powerful! Although he was surprised in his heart, he didn't show it in his performance. He said calmly: "ask me, you serve the two generations of kings of the state of Mo, and you can be regarded as the 'veteran' of the state of mo. Shaofang is a man. You know in your heart that the king urges you to stay away from the monarch and kiss the virtuous king. Give up the state of Mo early and take refuge in me!"

He smiled angrily at the question, nodded repeatedly and said, "in fact, he had this intention to ask!" Then, he raised the dragon soul chop in his hand, shrugged and said, "just, the knife asked doesn't agree!"

"Hum!" Tang Yin sneered and said, "good advice is hard to persuade the damn ghost! I respect you as a man, but it's a pity that you don't drink and don't pay for it. I can't blame my ruthlessness today."

"Ha ha, the wind king has a big voice, but the winner is not certain!" He didn't take Tang Yin's move at all. He was calm, that is, he wasn't angry, let alone angry.

He turned to his side and shouted behind him: "our officers and soldiers listen to the order. Today, whoever kills the enemy soldiers will make a great contribution once. Whoever kills the enemy general can be promoted to three levels and become a knight!"

There has always been a lot of brave men under heavy rewards. After asking questions, many Mozambican soldiers in the rear rushed out of the Mozambican camp shouting and roaring like being beaten with chicken blood.

People's preferred target is naturally Tang Yin, but before they get close to Tang Yin, they are blocked by the wind of ah San and ah Si.

Tang Yin didn't even look at the wolf like soldiers of the Mozambican army around him. His eyes were always focused on Xiang Wen. He knew in his heart that his real opponent was either someone else or this fierce general of the Mozambican country.

Ask for the knife and walk to Tang Yin step by step. Before people arrive, the spirit pressure comes first. Spiritual pressure is invisible, but the spiritual pressure emitted by Xiang Wen is like a shape. With his walking, the dust on the ground is rolled up into the air and flies forward.

When he walked ten steps away from Tang Yin, he couldn't move. His spiritual pressure had come into contact with Tang Yin's spiritual pressure.

Without waiting to start, they had a duel first. Even if Tang Yin's cultivation is not as high as that of Xiang, it's not much worse. They are both top Lingwu experts. The duel between them is also very wonderful.

Under the strong pressure generated by the spiritual pressure of the two of them, the dust on the ground kept flying up and around in the air five meters away. When the dust on the ground was dispersed, the ground began to crack. At first, it was only one, but with the passage of time, the cracks on the ground became more and more, and then the broken soil and stones slowly rose from the ground, Under the pressure of two spirits, it gradually broke into powder and mixed with dust.

At this time, the ordinary Feng army and Mo army could not get close to them at all. When they rushed five steps away, they seemed to be blocked by an invisible and colorless wall, and it was difficult to move forward half a step.

The duel of spiritual pressure is a simple competition for accomplishments, but Tang Yin, who is not as good as asking, naturally suffers losses. Gradually, his forehead has exuded virtual sweat and his body is trembling slightly. On the contrary, looking at the opposite question, he is calm and relaxed without the slightest sense of difficulty.