V2.Chapter 585

These spiritual practitioners of the Sichuan army that Tang Yin confronted with were the blood guard camp of the state of Sichuan, one of the most elite troops of the state of Sichuan.

The Sichuan army's attack didn't want to give the wind army a chance to breathe at all. Xue Rong sent Xuewei camp to the battlefield. As an assault team of the Sichuan army, it wanted to break into the wind camp first and disrupt the wind army's defense line.

Xuewei camp did not disappoint Xue Rong. Although not all of them went to battle, they still showed strong combat effectiveness on the battlefield. They rushed away the defense of the wind army and successfully entered the wind camp. If Tang Yin hadn't been met, I don't know how many wind Army soldiers would have been damaged by them!

Tang Yin tried his best to kill several soldiers of the blood guard camp, which stifled the morale of the blood guard camp. Just when the people in the blood guard camp were frightened by Tang Yin's momentum, a commander rushed to Tang Yin.

In the blood guard camp, even ordinary soldiers are outstanding spiritual practitioners, and their commander's strength is naturally better. This man is five short stature, thin and small. If he stands straight and compares with Tang Yin, his head can only reach Tang Yin's chest.

The weapons he used were also light weapons, two narrow and thin short swords. The commander is a Lingwu expert from the orthodox holy pool. He doesn't have a real name. Like ah San and ah Si, he only has a nickname. His name is Yougui.

He rushed out of the crowd and stood in front of Tang Yin. He carried two spirit swords behind him, looked up and down at Tang Yin, and said coldly, "under this sword, there is an undead nameless ghost. Report your name!"

The ghost is looking at him, and Tang Yin is also looking at each other. Although this person's figure is ordinary, the spirit pressure naturally emitted is powerful and terrible. If you look carefully, the soil and gravel around his feet are slowly flowing in a ring.

There is no need to fight. Tang Yin can judge that this person is a rare master of Lingwu just by feeling the spiritual pressure on the other party. Tang Yin narrowed her eyes and said with a sneer, "if you want to know my name, it's simpler than the knife in my hand!"

While talking, Tang Yin stamped down on the ground with one foot. His body was like a flying arrow, shooting straight at the other party. At the same time, both knives were inserted into the ghost's left and right chest.

His speed was fast, and the ghost's speed was not slow. The latter flashed aside and easily avoided Tang Yin's double knives, and then two short swords stabbed Tang Yin in the ribs.

Clang! Tang Yin waved a knife to block and bounced the double swords away. Then, he slipped under his feet, turned from the ghost's front to his back, and cut down with two knives on his shoulder straps. The ghost reacted quickly. Hearing the bad wind behind him, he immediately carried his double swords behind him.

When - Tang Yin's double swords were cutting on his double swords, and two sparks flashed. Under the impact of his double swords, the ghost could not stand stably and flew straight forward.

As soon as the opportunity came, Tang Yinti chased him with double swords and arrows, and planned to suddenly kill the other party at the moment of landing.

Unexpectedly, the ghost man was still in mid air. Suddenly, he stabbed back the short sword with dazzling light. Tang Yin was still a long way from him. His back stab could not stab Tang Yin, but a blood red spirit stab from the spirit sword flashed at him like electricity.

Blood soul chase! Tang Yin's heart trembled and he had no time to think about it. He threw out a thousand pounds on the spot and sank down. Sand! The blood red spirit spike almost roared past Tang Yin's head, making a long dent in the spirit armor on his head.

If Tang Yin's reaction is a little slower, the spirit sting of blood soul chase will have to be nailed to his forehead.

Tang Yin, who was so powerful, was startled into a cold sweat by the other party's killing moves. He secretly shouted that it was dangerous. He didn't expect that the other party's cultivation was high enough to release the Lingwu skills instantly, and he didn't even need to condense the Reiki in advance.

Tang Yin dodged the ghost's killing move, and the latter was also surprised. In his impression, Jiang Fan was the only one of such powerful dark spiritual practitioners in the wind country, but Jiang fan used a bow. When did he change to a knife?

No matter how strong Tang Yin's Lingwu is, he is ultimately a prince, not a general. Other countries will not record Tang Yin when counting the powerful generals of the wind country.

After the ghost stabilized his body, he turned back fiercely. His two small eyes, big as mung beans, stared at Tang Yin and asked coldly, "are you Jiang Fan of the wind country?"

Through the tone of the other party, Tang Yin could hear his surprise. He was secretly angry. In the eyes of Sichuan general, is there only Jiang Fan, a dark Lingwu expert in the wind country?

Too lazy to answer the other party, Tang Yin lowered his body. The other party hasn't figured out what's going on. He has rushed straight to the other party at the speed of 100 meters.

Throwing knives comes first before people arrive. His own speed has been extremely fast. Coupled with the strength of throwing out the Throwing Knife with all his strength, the two forces are one, which makes the Throwing Knife really seem to turn into electric light.

The ghost felt a chill in his heart and waved his sword to the outside with all his strength. In his earrings, there was a clang of iron tools stabbing people's eardrums. Tang Yin's throwing knife was just bounced out by his spirit sword, but the ghost was also shocked to numb his hands and hurt the tiger's mouth.

Before he calmed down, Tang Yin's second Throwing Knife came one after another. The ghost clenched his teeth and waved his sword out again. Clang! There was another deafening Jinming. This time, the ghost failed to completely flick away Tang Yin's throwing knife, but missed its flying direction. The Throwing Knife passed by him. At the same time, he cut a three inch long hole in his arm. The spirit armor broke, the skin turned outward, and blood gurgled out.

The ghost's body shook again and again, retreated back five steps and barely stood still. At this time, he only felt that his arms were sour and numb, as if he had lost consciousness, and the double swords in his palm also fell off his hands.

Sand! The two double swords fell down vertically, and the tip of the sword had not touched the ground yet. Tang Yin had followed up like a ghost. His hands came out together, fast as lightning. He caught the two swords that the other party took off. At the same time, his feet came out together and stepped on the ghost's knees.

The ghost wanted to stop Tang Yin from taking the sword, but the two feet he kicked at the same time forced the ghost to escape and hide. The latter was helpless. With a strange cry, he sprang up more than two meters high and hid Tang Yin's feet.

But when he fell, he looked down and was scared to death. It turned out that Tang Yin was waiting for him below with his double swords.

The two spirit swords, which were originally dark red, fell into Tang Yin's hands and became dark black. The edges of the two swords were up together and were about to be inserted into his lower abdomen.

At the time of life and death, the ghost's hair was almost standing up. He used his aura and poured it into his right palm. Suddenly, the spirit armor of his right palm was more than one meter long, thick in the back and thin in the front, which seemed to turn into a long hand knife.

He used his long and fierce spirit armor to block Tang Yin's double swords, but how can the tenacity of the spirit armor be compared with that of the spirit soldier?

Just listen to the two crackling sounds coming from the field. The one meter long spirit armor was cut off by Tang Yin's double swords, and his right hand was broken at the same wrist, and the sprayed blood splashed far away.

The ghost cried out in pain. After landing, he staggered back with a broken wrist and nearly fainted on the spot.

Tang Yin didn't give him a chance to retreat. He followed up like a shadow. His double swords came out together. Click, the ghost's short body was forcibly broken into three parts by his double swords.

Unfortunately, Tang Yin killed the ghost on the spot before he could show his magical martial arts.

The tragic death of the ghost made the people around the blood guard camp feel cold. Similarly, it also aroused people's deeper and stronger anger. No one shouted and no one cried. Everyone in the blood guard camp showed grief and anger one by one, and silently gathered around Tang Yin.

With so many of them, if they worked hard with Tang Yin together, Tang Yin would not be able to get a bargain. At this time, the hidden arrow personnel led by Cheng Jin arrived in time to replace Tang Yin and fight with the blood guard camp of the state of Sichuan.

This is the collision between the most elite organizations of FengChuan and the duel between the two countries.

In the field, the ordinary soldiers on both sides can't get in at all. It's impossible even to get close to the battle regiment. The spiritual pressure emitted from the battlefield is too strong, flying sand and stones, dust and gravel are rolled up into the air.

Tang Yin took a rest, then took the ghost's double swords and ran into the battle group again to fight the blood guard camp of Sichuan with the hidden arrows.

The troop strength of the blood guard battalion of the state of Sichuan is 2000, including one regiment commander and six thousand captains. This time, the blood guard battalion did not exert all its strength to attack the wind camp. The regiment commander, three thousand captains and most of the troops still remained in the Sichuan army, and only a small part of the troops went to fight. Even so, it successfully broke through the line of defense of the wind army, but with the dark arrows arriving in time, This is the end of the breakthrough of the troops of the blood guard battalion.

They are just a corner of the whole battlefield here. Fierce battles are taking place everywhere in the West camp of Fengying camp. The soldiers of both sides are fighting in formation or scuffle in one place.

As the battle continued, more and more stronghold walls in the Fengying camp were broken by the Sichuan army. The Sichuan army fought hard to break into the Fengying camp from outside the camp, and then was pushed out by the Fengjun with all its strength. After a rest, the Sichuan army regrouped and stormed in again along the breach. However, facing the fierce counterattack of the Fengjun, it was finally forced to withdraw from the camp.

Each attack and ejection of the two sides were completed at the expense of the lives of countless soldiers of their own side. The breach of the wind camp wall was filled with the bodies of the soldiers of both sides, layer by layer, which had been raised high. In the end, the wind army almost didn't want to find a way to block the breach of the village wall, which was completely filled with the bodies of the soldiers of both sides.

Such a bloody battle makes the enemy and our personnel become extremely crazy. People seem to forget life and death and the pain of injury. There is only one thought in their mind, rush, rush and kill again!

The fierce battle between the two armies lasted from dawn to dark. The Sichuan army did not know how many times its own side had attacked the wind camp, and the wind army did not remember how many times its own side had pushed out the Sichuan army. There were no other colors on the battlefield, all of which were dark red.