Volume 10 Chapter 282

Chapter 282

Wu Chao suppressed Tang Yin with his spirit, and when he was about to kill him with a sword, suddenly, a pleasant whistle sounded in his ears.

The situation on the battlefield is now extremely chaotic. Fierce fighting is happening everywhere, and the shouts of killing are loud. But strangely, the whistle can be clearly transmitted to Wu Chao's ears through the deafening sound of battle. What's even more strange is that , the whistle sound is not harsh, but gives people an indescribable sense of peace and comfort.

Wu Chao seemed to have been tapped on his acupoints. He stood there motionless, and the spirit sword raised high did not strike down.

Tang Yin, who was lying on the ground, was ready to withstand the heavy blow. He used his arm strength and raised his swords. However, after waiting for a long time, the opponent's sword did not fall down, and there was a ticking sound coming from the blade.

He raised his eyes and took a closer look, only to see drops of blood dripping down the blade of his raised sword. When he looked again, Wu Chao's eyebrows revealed a four-inch-long arrow tip. The blood was flowing along the blade. Arrows drip down.

call! Wu Chao's spiritual armor instantly vaporized and turned into spiritual mist, flying invisible in the air. Looking at his face now, his eyes had lost their charm, but his expression did not show any trace of pain. Instead, it showed indifference and indifference. The color of peace.

thump! The corpse fell sideways in front of Tang Yin's eyes, and the latter could more clearly see a golden arrow sticking out from the back of Wu Chao's head. Jiang Fan’s Requiem Arrow!

Teng! Almost at the same time as the body fell to the ground, a figure appeared out of thin air beside Tang Yin. The person who suddenly appeared was none other than Jiang Fan. In his hand, he was still holding a purple gold bow without a string.

"The general's rescue came too late, which frightened the king!" As he spoke, Jiang Fan put Zijin Gong behind his back and carefully helped Tang Yin up with his other hand, and then asked with concern: "Is the king injured?"

Seeing Jiang Fan, Tang Yin's mental calculations in his throat fell back into his stomach. With Jiang Fan here, he would no longer have to worry about his life. He waved his hand to Jiang Fan with a wry smile and said, "I'm fine, I was just shocked by this Wu Chao."

Although he said it easily, Jiang Fan could see that his face looked a little unnatural. He looked around nervously. Everywhere he looked, there were almost Zhenjun. Now he couldn't tell which Zhenjun was him. Which ones on this side are on the enemy's side? Jiang Fan supported Tang Yin and said, "Your Majesty, there is chaos here. I will escort your Majesty out first!"

Tang Yin shook his head, took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his chest, then shook off Jiang Fan's hand and said sternly: "The fortress's general Hou Qiu is still on the city wall, follow me and capture Hou Qiu first! "

To capture the thief, capture the king first. As long as Hou Qiu is captured, the battle will be over soon.

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

"I told you I'm fine, just let me go!" Tang Yin didn't give him a chance to say anything. He picked up his two swords and walked straight to the steps of the city wall. With Jiang Fan by his side, Tang Yin became much more courageous. No matter how many enemies were ahead, he still dared to push forward.

For fear that he might make a mistake in the chaos of the battle, Jiang Fan did not dare to leave Tang Yin's side and stayed closely by his side.

Tang Yin made it simple, follow the steps to kill the city wall, but in reality it was not that easy. Both the city wall and the steps were full of Zhen soldiers. Before Tang Yin could step on the steps, several spears came towards him.

There was no need for Tang Yin to take action. Jiang Fan had already taken the lead and did not dodge the oncoming spear. He just turned back and swiped his bow. Ding dong! The spear pierced his spiritual armor on the chest, making a clashing sound of iron, and sparks flew up. However, the spear only left some traces on his spiritual armor, but his backstroke of bow struck several Zhen soldiers. He was cut off at the waist and rolled down the steps screaming.

Jiang Fan took advantage of the situation and moved forward, using the purple gold bow in his hand to slash and stab. In just the blink of an eye, he killed more than 20 Zhenjun on the steps.

The sound of fighting on their side attracted the attention of the soldiers on the city wall. When a commander saw Jiang Fan's bravery, killing his own soldiers like vegetables, he secretly gritted his teeth, silently took off his bow and arrow, and pointed it at Jiang Fan's head. , raise your hand and shoot an arrow.

It was okay for him to shoot others with cold arrows, but against Jiang Fan, it was just a trick. Jiang Fan was so familiar with the whistling sound of arrows piercing the sky that he could tell how far away the arrow was from him without even looking at it just by listening to the sound.

The moment the arrow was about to hit the top of his head, he raised his hand and grabbed it. With a bang, he caught the rapidly approaching cold arrow.

The spiritual energy in his body moved at will, and the purple-gold bow in his hand produced a spiritual string that shone with rays of light. He held the cold arrow between his fingers and raised his arm to reflect it back.

flutter! The commander who was attacking was stunned and stunned by Jiang Fan's series of actions. When he reacted, the arrows fired back by Jiang Fan were already close.

With a muffled sound, the arrow hit his face. The captain fell to the ground on his back without even saying a word, dying.

The Zhen soldiers around him all changed their faces with fear. They bent their bows and arrows and fired volleys at Jiang Fan.

If Jiang Fan hadn't been worried about Tang Yin behind him, Jiang Fan would have already drifted towards the city wall. Worried that the opponent's arrows would affect Tang Yin, he stood still, holding on to the dozen eagle feathers nailed to his body. However, he was not idle either. He took out a golden arrow from his back and raised his hand to shoot it. His spiritual transformation turned into a purple-gold spirit arrow, and then without pausing for a moment or taking aim, he raised his hand and shot the purple-gold arrow.

The purple-gold arrow flew through the air, without the peaceful and pleasant whistle sound like when Wu Chao was shot just now. Instead, it made a scream like a ghost crying and howling. The whistle seemed to turn into a steel needle to pierce people's eardrums. Many Zhen soldiers couldn't help but show pain, threw away their weapons, and covered their ears with both hands.

The purple-gold arrow drew a gorgeous golden arc in the air, and then passed through the heads of dozens of Zhen soldiers horizontally. In a series of "puff, puff" sounds, dozens of Zhen soldiers were pierced through the temples at the same time, and their bodies fell straight down from the city wall.

Even after piercing through dozens of people, the purple-gold arrow still had no less momentum. Finally, with a loud click, it was deeply nailed into the arrow raft, and it was immersed in it for no less than three inches. This is the power of Jiang Fan's soul-breaking arrow.

Enemies in the distance can be shot with arrows, and enemies nearby can be killed with bows. It is a nightmare for anyone to encounter an enemy like Jiang Fan who can attack both long-range and close combat.

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

They retreated to make room for Tang Yin, who rushed forward, wielding his two swords, making continuous moves, either chopping or slashing, or picking or stabbing, each sword was aimed at the vital points of the person, if it was touched, it would not die or be seriously injured.

As long as the opponent did not have spiritual practitioners, they were all ordinary soldiers, and they could not stop Tang Yin's quick sword at all, not to mention that there was an even more terrifying Jiang Fan beside Tang Yin.

The two of them worked together and forced a bloody path to kill the city head.

At this time, there was also a melee on the inner city wall. First, there was a battle between the defenders and the Leting army, and then the coalition soldiers in the corridor set up ladders and began to attack the defenders of the inner city wall from both inside and outside.

At this time, fierce battles were taking place in every place of the inner and outer walls of Longding Fortress, and heart-wrenching screams were heard in every corner. The 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 look forward or backward, left or right at this time. He was at a loss for the battle situation in front of him and had no plan to deal with it.

However, he refused to give up. He had already received the military order and could not give up. Even if he died in Longding Fortress, he could not retreat half a step.

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

Tang Yin and Jiang Fan, who were killing the city head, noticed him at the same time. The two looked at each other, and Tang Yin spoke first: "Jiang Fan, you don't have to protect me, get rid of Hou Qiu now!"

"But..." His side had not yet attacked the city wall, and there were enemy troops all around. Jiang Fan was not at ease leaving Tang Yin alone.

But just as he was about to speak, Tang Yin interrupted him and said, "I said you don't need to protect me. Although there are many enemies here, they can't do anything to me! Go quickly!"

Tang Yin insisted, and Jiang Fan had no choice but to obey his orders. He whispered, "Be careful, my king!" Then, his body became weak and disappeared beside Tang Yin.

When he reappeared, he was already in the crowd of Zhen army more than ten meters away. With his appearance, there were screams from the crowd and blood mist spurted out, but then, the screams of Zhen army came from farther away.

When Jiang Fan was there, the surrounding Zhen army soldiers were afraid to move forward. Now Jiang Fan suddenly disappeared, leaving only Tang Yin alone, and the Zhen army soldiers became bolder, shouting at each other and gradually gathered around Tang Yin.

Facing the numerous Zhen soldiers approaching step by step, Tang Yin showed no fear. He stretched his muscles and arms calmly and calmly. When the Zhen soldiers were less than three steps away from him, Tang Yin, who was standing still, suddenly jumped to the front of the Zhen soldiers like a rabbit, and stabbed out with the double knives in his hands.

"Ah--" With two dying wails, the fierce battle started again. Tang Yin, who could not use spiritual weapons, stood alone in the hundreds of Zhen soldiers around him.

On the other side, Jiang Fan, he continuously performed shadow drift, and his figure approached Hou Qiu in a flickering state.

Hou Qiu, who was commanding the battle, never dreamed that there would be an enemy around him. When he realized that there was another fluctuation of spiritual pressure around him, Jiang Fan had already reached him.

The purple gold bow cut through the sky and slashed straight towards his neck. Hou Qiu was also a good warrior. At the critical moment, he instinctively lowered his body.

Sand! The purple-gold bow whizzed past his scalp, slicing off a palm-sized piece of his helmet. Hou Qiu was so frightened that his soul flew out of his body, and he subconsciously exclaimed, "Who is it?"