Volume 10 Chapter 167

Qi Heng released his spiritual pressure to prevent Tang Yin from using Shadow Drift. Then, he raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a sinister smile. He turned around and waved his spiritual sword at Tang Yin, releasing the spiritual luàn wind.

What he used was one of the most common tactics used by light spiritual cultivators to deal with dark spiritual cultivators. He first used spiritual pressure to immobilize the dark spiritual cultivators so that they could not use Shadow Drift, and then used the dark spiritual cultivators' inability to cast shadow drift. Use the shortcoming of the attack skill of large-scale damage, and kill it with the spiritual weapon skill. Of course, this tactic also requires a prerequisite, that is, the spiritual pressure released by the light spiritual cultivator must be strong enough. In addition, it also depends on the depth of the opponent's cultivation.

Qi Heng's spiritual luàn wind turned into spiritual blades, blowing up a strong wind and shrouding Tang Yin. Seeing that the spiritual blades were getting closer and closer to him, the ferocious smile on Qi Heng's face became deeper and deeper, and he thought to himself: Where are you going to hide this time?

He was waiting to appreciate the scene of the other party's tragic death, but soon the smile froze on his face. Tang Yin, who was standing on the same spot, suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he appeared directly in front of Qi Heng. The distance between the two was so close that the spiritual armors at the tip of their noses were almost touching.

"Ah——" Qi Heng screamed instinctively. He never dreamed that under his own spiritual pressure, the opponent could actually use Shadow Drift.

Just as he was shocked, the two knives in Tang Yin's hands also stabbed his chest. At this time, it was Qi Heng. If it had been anyone else, he would have died under Tang Yin's sword.

Qi Heng's reaction was so fast that he didn't have time to think about it. He subconsciously lowered his body and fell to the ground on his back. His tall body was surprisingly dexterous and rolled backwards like a ball on the ground.

He walked three meters away, then turned over and stood up. His eyes were filled with shock, and he looked at Tang Yin in disbelief.

Tang Yin did not pursue him, but stood there leisurely, shaking the two swords in his hands like a child's play, and said: "If you want to use this level of spiritual pressure to kill me, I don't know whether you overestimate yourself or underestimate me." "

Qi Heng took a breath and couldn't help but look at Tang Yin in front of him again, while his eyes flashed with a strange light. After a while, he asked: "Who are you? There are not many dark spiritual cultivators in the world with your level of cultivation."

"I am Tang Yin!" Tang Yin did not hide his name.

"Tang Yin...ah? Are you the Wind King?!" Qi Heng changed his color. The majestic Lord of the Feng Kingdom actually went to the battlefield to compete with him. This was incredible.

Tang Yin shrugged and said: "Your white-headed army cannot withstand the hundred thousand elites of my gale. No matter how powerful your spiritual martial arts is, it is only a drop in the ocean. How many nails can you crush if you are covered with iron? I advise you, It’s better to stop struggling unnecessarily, take your brothers and surrender to me. Not only will you be fine, but you will also be able to leave a way for your brothers to survive. Why not?”

"You want me to submit to your Feng Kingdom? Haha -" Qi Heng looked up and laughed, and said: "If I wanted to surrender to the army, I would have done so long ago. Why wait until now? It's easy for you to want me to submit to you. You have to defeat the enemy in my hand first. Let’s talk about the Nine-turn Soul-Severing Sword!” After saying that, he gathered his energy, gathered his spiritual energy, and released his spiritual pressure again.

However, this time the spiritual pressure he released was much more powerful than before, and its range expanded to twenty meters away. Even Tang Yin, who was some distance away from him, felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Look at the sword!" Qi Heng once again took the lead in attacking, releasing the spirit luàn wind.

However, under the powerful spiritual pressure, the spiritual blade formed by the spiritual luàn wind was also greatly affected, and its flying speed was much slower than normal. Under such spiritual pressure, Tang Yin's Shadow Drift could not be used. He could take advantage of the gap where the speed of the opponent's spiritual blade was greatly reduced. He swayed and slid twice in a row, narrowly avoiding the attack range of Lingluàn·Feng. outside.

Sand, sand, sand! Several spiritual blades almost slid past his spiritual armor. If he had taken even half a step slower, his spiritual armor would have been cut open.

Tang Yin had a good chance of hiding, but he was not forgiving and said with a smile: "Even if I don't use Shadow Drift, your skills are more than enough to dodge!"

Qi Heng didn't have a hot temper, but under Tang Yin's provocation, his anger boiled into his head. He roared, and the spiritual sword in his hand shone brightly, flashing with thousands of rays of light. At the same time, he shouted: "I think you are still good this time." Where to hide?" As he spoke, Ling Luàn Ji was released.

The dense spiritual blades were overwhelming, and without the ability to use Shadow Drift, Tang Yin broke out in a cold sweat. At this time, he no longer cared about whether he was embarrassed or not. He bowed first, and then flew to the side like a spring. After landing, he rolled and crawled several meters away before completely getting out of the way of Lingluànji. Tang Yin stood up in disgrace, forced himself to be calm, and still said with a smile: "You want to beat me with only this little ability, you are overestimating your capabilities."

Qi Heng's anger grew stronger and stronger. He let out a strange scream and released two spiritual luàn poles in succession.

Lingluàn·Ji's attack range is indeed wide and powerful, but under the powerful spiritual pressure, the effect has been sharply reduced. Although Tang Yin was embarrassed, he finally got out of the way one by one without any danger.

The more Tang Yin hid, the more docile he became, while Qi Heng became more and more angry as he fought, constantly releasing his spiritual martial arts skills, thinking of killing Tang Yin with one move. On the surface, the situation on the battlefield is very clear. Qi Heng has an absolute advantage, forcing Tang Yin to jump up and down, dodging left and right, surrounded by dangers, and unable to fight back. However, in fact, the situation is not at all like that. The thing is, Qi Heng almost used all the spiritual martial arts skills he had learned, but he didn't hurt Tang Yin at all, but he was so tired that he was panting. You must know that the spiritual pressure he releases is enough to consume spiritual energy. Coupled with the continuous release of spiritual martial arts skills, the spiritual energy in the body is seriously depleted. If he continues like this, the spiritual energy in the body will be exhausted before long, and then he can only do whatever he wants. People were slaughtered.

As he continued to fight, Qi Heng had a flash of inspiration and realized something was wrong. Tang Yin was just dodging blindly, which did not consume much energy, let alone spiritual energy. But he was different. If he continued to fight like this, he would probably suffer a big loss in the end.

He hurriedly withdrew his attack and stopped attacking. He stood up and stared at Tang Yin coldly. The latter also stabilized his body, met Qi Heng's gaze, and said with a smile: "Why don't you fight? You won't lose strength so quickly, right?"

"Hmph! You deliberately spoke to provoke me and wanted to drain my spiritual energy. Do you think I don't know?" Qi Heng said coldly.

Yo! This Qi Heng is really good, at least he is not a simple-minded person with well-developed limbs. Tang Yin secretly laughed in his heart and said bluntly: "You actually saw through it, but it doesn't matter, we are competing in terms of skill!" As he said that, he closed his two swords and turned into a long and narrow sickle, and then scornfully hooked Qi Heng. finger.

When Qi Heng saw this, his anger rose again, but he soon realized that this was still the opponent's provoking method. He took two deep breaths and suppressed his anger. He sneered and said: "I also want to see how skilled Feng King is. Awesome!" As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed up to Tang Yin and slashed Huashan hard.

Tang Yin parried with his sword horizontally, but the blade was tilted, and he used his skill to remove the force of the opponent's heavy sword. Bang! Tang Yin was knocked back half a step and at the same time, he swept backhand and slashed Qi Heng's waist. The latter did not dare to neglect and hurriedly put away his sword to block.

Two people, two spiritual knives, flying up and down, fighting again. In terms of strength, Tang Yin was defeated by Qi Heng, and in terms of spiritual energy cultivation, Tang Yin had no advantage, but in terms of skill, no one could be better than him.

The two of them have their own strengths and weaknesses, and their fight is extremely dangerous. One careless move could result in death on the spot. However, because Qi Heng has been releasing spiritual pressure, there is no strong wind on the field, so There was no flying sand and stone, so it was relatively bland.

The wind generals watching the battle looked at each other. Judging from the situation, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched. If the fight continued like this, the king and Qi Heng would not know how long the fight would last.

Ye Tang winked at the people on the left and right and said: "Qi Heng is just a bandit, and we don't need to be polite to him. Instead of letting the king fight him alone, why don't we all come together to assist the king and kill this thief!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately responded. Gao Yu, Zhan Peng, and Yang Mao, the three generals who had fought with Qi Heng, were the first to say: "That's right, the king's body is rich in gold. How can a mere bandit be qualified to fight with the king? Let's all go together!"

"Okay! Brothers, come together!"

Under the call of the four people from Ye Tang, a dozen of the wind generals were dispatched together, each wearing their spiritual armor, showing off their spiritual soldiers, and urged their horses to rush towards the battlefield.

Although Tang Yin and Qi Heng were fighting to the death on the battlefield, during the fight, both of them had eyes and ears in all directions. Dozens of wind generals were running towards them at lightning speed, and both Tang Yin and Qi Heng saw it.

Qi Heng quickly attacked with several swords and pushed Tang Yin away. Then, he jumped back and jumped out of the circle. Then he sneered at Tang Yin and said, "I thought King Feng was going to compete with me openly, but it turns out In the end, we still have to rely on the many to bully the few!”

Tang Yin glanced at the running subordinates with the corner of his eye, narrowed his eyes, and said happily: "Qi Heng, you have to understand that I am here to suppress bandits, not to compete with you! Since it is a war, Everyone has to rely on his ability and strength, so how can he be upright? "

"Strong words! There are many of you, so I won't accompany you!" After saying this, Qi Heng turned around and ran up the mountain. One Tang Yin was difficult enough to deal with, but with so many generals thrown in, Qi Heng expected that it would be difficult for him to win.

He wanted to leave, but Tang Yin refused to let him go. Taking advantage of the opportunity for Qi Heng to withdraw his spiritual pressure, Tang Yin used his shadow drift to dodge directly in front of him. He swung out his sickle and swept across Qi Heng's neck.

Qi Heng lowered his head to dodge without fighting back. He bypassed Tang Yin and continued to run forward.

He ran fast, but he couldn't catch up with Tang Yin's shadow, which followed him like a shadow, clinging to Qi Heng. The two of them were fighting and fighting, but before they knew it, the generals had caught up and pulled Qi Heng and Tang Yin away. Surrounded together.