V2.Chapter 689

"Appetizers? Where do you have any appetizers here?" The young man in white was stunned by his words.

"Why not, you are!" Tang Yin raised his hand with a smile and pointed to him.

The young man in white realized that the other party was teasing himself. He flew into a rage and shouted, "damn you! I want your dog to die!"

While talking, a layer of white fog spread around the young man in white. The Reiki and the Reiki of the soldiers were completed at the same time. He stabbed Tang Yin with a spirit sword.

Tang Yin didn't have any weapons in his hand, but when his spirit sword stabbed Tang Yin close, he heard a crisp clang. He didn't know when there were two more curved spirit swords in his hand to bounce off the fierce spirit sword of the young man in white.

Yo! This man has great strength! The young man in white was shocked, but he didn't stop for a moment. He took back the spirit sword, Shua, Shua, Shua, and picked three swords at Tang Yin's face, neck and chest.

Tang Yin stood still, one hand behind his back, and only a single knife calmly blocked all the three swords picked by the other party.

The young man in white had a flash of essence in his eyes, and suddenly roared. The spirit sword in his palm was shining brightly, releasing the spirit weapon skill - Soul chasing sting.

His soul chasing sting had just been released. Tang Yin standing in front of him suddenly disappeared. The young man in white was shocked and suddenly realized that there was a spiritual pressure fluctuation behind him. He secretly shouted that it was not good. The other party was a dark spiritual cultivator, but at this time, it was too late for him to turn back to guard against Tang Yin.

Tang Yin, who drifted behind him with a shadow, made his knife as fast as lightning. Even before the breaking wind came, his knife was close to the other party's body first.

In the earrings, Tang Yin's machete entered from the back of the young man in white, and the tip of the machete poked out in front of his lower abdomen.

Hoo! The dark fire attached to the machete burned the whole body of the young man in white. Just for a moment, the spirit armor on his whole body was burned into spirit fog. Then, the trace of fog was emitted from the pores of his whole body.

For Tang Yin, the cultivation of his spiritual realm can only be regarded as an appetizer.

Under the burning of the dark fire, the essence of the youth style of white clothing was dried up, and the dead gray corpse limp down and fell to the ground.

The mountain bandits in the back were all shocked. The young man in white was already a first-class good hand among the bandits in duotou mountain, but he died miserably under the knife of the other party in front of the other party without even finishing a face-to-face fight. The difference in strength was too great.

People were afraid and retreated involuntarily, but Tang Yin wouldn't give them a chance to escape. He straightened his body, closed his double knives and turned them into sickles. Then, he looked up at the mountain bandit opposite and said with a smile: "your brother has started on the road first. Don't let him be too lonely on the road. Just go with him!"

He was stopped by the people around him with sickles. He didn't come out of the mountain with sickles.

The separated bodies were scattered on the ground, and the internal organs flowed out, but strangely, there was no blood at the scene, and even the internal organs of the bodies turned dark gray.

The mountain bandit of more than 200 people had no resistance in front of Tang Yin. He was like a tiger like a sheep. He waved a long sickle burning black flame and wantonly killed all the creatures around him.

These mountain bandits who have not been trained in Lingwu are no different from those of the dark spiritual practitioners in the upper spiritual realm.

I saw the sickle on the field cut through the night sky from time to time, flashing a creepy cold awn. Every roar of the broken wind was like a movement from hell, accompanied by the screams of the surrounding people.

Plop! After the last mountain bandit near Tang Yin fell to the ground, look at his feet. There are more than 100 bodies in various directions.

The remaining mountain bandits have retreated for a long time. At this time, people's facial features have become distorted under great horror and fear, their legs are soft, shivering suddenly, and sweat beads continue to drip from their faces and bodies.

In their eyes, Tang Yin is a beast, a monster, but not a human.

Tang Yin stood in place and rested for a moment, then slowly raised his hand, dragged his sickle and walked slowly towards the remaining mountain thieves

When the second wave of mountain bandits rushed out of the stronghold, they saw only corpses and broken limbs on the ground. In the pile of corpses, there was a man standing, covered with black spirit armor, as if integrated with the night, but the strong murderous spirit emitted from him made it impossible to ignore his existence. In his hand, he held a long sickle. The edge of the sickle was curved, as if echoing the curved moon in the night sky.

"You killed them all?" Out of the crowd of mountain bandits came a big man. He was tall and tall. He looked like a bear. He was shirtless on the upper body and shorts on the lower body. He carried a pair of golden sledgehammers in his hands.

Beside him, there were more than a dozen spiritual practitioners with different heights, men and women, and different costumes, but their accomplishments were all good.

Tang Yin still lowered his head and didn't need to look. He just felt the spiritual pressure emanating from each other, and he could judge that the "main course" was coming.

"Leave your name before you die!" He said slowly.

The burly man thought he had heard wrong, put his head forward and asked, "what are you talking about?"

"I want you to leave your name before you die!" Tang Yin finally raised his head, but he also startled all the mountain thieves opposite. It was not the spirit armor on his face that was frightening, but his eyes were flashing green. It was not human eyes at all.

"Rats! You have killed so many of my brothers. If I don't break you up today, I won't be called Hong Tian!" The burly man was shocked. His eyebrows stood up and his teeth were clenched. He lifted his double hammer and was going to fight with Tang Yin.

"Oh! So you are the thief here. I was just looking for you, but you came to the door voluntarily." Tang Yin's eyes curled with laughter, but the green light in her eyes was more prosperous.

"Boy, take your life..." Hong Tian was about to rush to Tang Yin. At this time, a thin middle-aged man beside him stopped him and said with a smile: "general, how can you kill a chicken with an ox knife to deal with such people who don't know how to live or die? Just let his subordinates come down."

When Hong Tian heard the speech, he immediately took back his forward leaning body. He didn't see the strength of the other party with his own eyes and had no bottom in his heart. Let the people below try the other party's weight first.

Thinking of this, he said solemnly, "Mr. Feng, Kong fan has died in the hands of that boy... You and I know Kong fan's strength. This man's spirit and martial arts are unfathomable. You should be more careful!"

The thin middle-aged man smiled and said, "Kong fan is too careless and underestimates the enemy. He didn't expect the other party to be a dark spiritual cultivator, so he suffered a great loss. But don't worry, general. His subordinates know how to deal with the dark spiritual cultivator!"

He nodded confidently to Hong Tian, and then walked slowly towards Tang Yin with four steps.

Tang Yin on the other side felt angry and funny. As a dark spiritual cultivator, he didn't know what effective method to use to deal with the dark spiritual cultivator. His tone was not small. He could see what good strategies he could have.

The thin middle-aged man put out spiritual pressure while walking towards Tang Yin. With a smile on his face, he said proudly: "the most powerful skill of the dark spiritual cultivator is shadow killing (another name for shadow drift). As long as you limit your shadow killing, what's the difference between you and ordinary people wearing spirit armor?"

There was a flash of surprise in Tang Yin's eyes. Although it was fleeting, it was still seen by the thin middle-aged man who came over.

He was even more proud. The corners of his mouth raised high and said with a smile, "what? I was surprised to see the weakness, wasn't it? To tell you the truth, there are nine dark spiritual practitioners who have died in my hands. Counting you, you can gather up ten people."

"Oh!" Tang Yin answered softly and said, "I'm surprised." It turned out that this was what he called the way to deal with dark spiritual practitioners.

"If you are willing to surrender, I may let you live... Ah..."

When Tang Yin's middle-aged man didn't respond, Tang Yin continued to cut off his neck. At the same time, Tang Yin's middle-aged man was still kicking his sickle in front of him. At the same time, Tang Yin's middle-aged man was still kicking his head off.

He picked up the severed head in his hand, put it in front of his eyes, and said with a laugh: "what can your shit pressure do to me?"

Looking at the severed head in his hand, the expression on his face was frightened and confused, but it was more incredible. Unfortunately, he had no chance to explore it again.

In fact, it is also conditional to limit the shadow drift with spiritual pressure. Although it is not necessary to have higher cultivation than the other party, at least the cultivation of both sides is not much different, and the spirit pressure emitted has enough binding force.

The cultivation of the thin middle-aged man is too far from that of Tang Yin. His spiritual pressure does not pose a threat to Tang Yin, let alone limit his shadow drift.

Seeing that the other party can still cast shadow drift under the pressure of spirit, the mountain bandits present, including the leader Hong Tian, are stupid. Who is he, or is he a man or a demon?

With the killing of the thin middle-aged man, Hong Tian's momentum suddenly reduced by more than half. He subconsciously took a half step back, looked at Tang Yin with fear and fear, and said, "look at your spirit and martial arts, you must be a famous elder. I have no grievances with you for a long time, and I have no resentments recently. Why do you suffer *?"

"Why? Why not? I just happened to pass by here. Suddenly I itched and wanted to kill. If I met you, I'll be unlucky!" Tang Yin still lost his head and said softly.

This... What's the reason! Hong Tian's cold sweat came out and said in a trembling voice, "elder, are you looking for me to be happy?"

"Do you think so?" Tang Yin asked.

"General, there's no need to talk soft with him. He's alone. We have thousands of brothers. What are we afraid of if a thousand people beat him?" A spiritual cultivator beside Hong Tian roared angrily.