Volume 10 Chapter 396

Chapter 396 Tang Yin's cultivation is indeed inferior to Xiang Wen. He had just used the Spiritual Transformation of Soldiers, which consumed a lot of spiritual energy. At this time, he would naturally suffer a disadvantage in competing with Xiang Wen in cultivation.

He took the lead in changing tactics, retracting his spiritual pressure, and while leaping backwards, he swish and swish, and threw three spiritual bullets in a row, splitting Xiang Wen's upper, middle and lower paths.

Xiang Wen did not dare to neglect it. While withdrawing his spiritual pressure, he flew up and looked down from a high place, and also swung out three spiritual bullets. The spiritual bullets of the two collided in mid-air and broke apart. The splashing energy cut countless cracks on the ground.

Just after releasing the spiritual bullet, Xiang Wen shouted again and released the spiritual chaos wind.

Because the distance between him and Tang Yin was still far, the spiritual pressure could not suppress Tang Yin. The latter flashed directly behind Xiang Wen with shadow drift, swung the sickle in his hand, aimed at Xiang Wen's back, and chopped it down fiercely.

"Come on!" Xiang Wen shouted loudly, and swung the Dragon Soul Cutter in his hand behind his back. He heard a clang in his ear, and Tang Yin's sickle hit the handle of the Dragon Soul Cutter.

Sparks burst out from the collision of irons. Even a spiritual practitioner with such a high level of cultivation as Xiang Wen was shocked by Tang Yin's powerful and heavy knife and rushed forward two steps.

Before he could stabilize his body, Tang Yin followed him like a ghost, and his sickle was used continuously, sometimes slashing down, sometimes slashing up, sometimes sweeping, or slashing diagonally, attacking twelve times in one breath.

His rapid attack like a storm made Xiang Wen extremely uncomfortable. The latter sometimes swung his knife to block, and sometimes dodged backwards. Tang Yin attacked twelve times, and Xiang Wen also retreated twelve steps.

When had Xiang Wen, who was invincible on the battlefield, been suppressed so embarrassedly? Taking advantage of the gap when Tang Yin's front strength was exhausted and his back strength was insufficient, he roared and slashed back with his knife, directly attacking Tang Yin's waist.

Tang Yin took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, and took a half step back to block Xiang Wen's heavy sword.

Bang! There was another deafening and violent sound. The air wave that burst out at that moment spread outward like a water halo. People ten meters away could clearly feel the stinging pain of the strong wind.

Under Xiang Wen's heavy sword, Tang Yin retreated three steps, but he retreated quickly and counterattacked even faster. He was like a spring, reflecting back directly, and with the inertia of the forward rush, he swung a sword with all his strength.

But at the same time, Xiang Wen thought that his heavy sword had repelled Tang Yin, and there was an opportunity, so he took advantage of the situation and chased him, and also slashed a sword with all his strength.

The two of them met in the air with their full-strength swords, and there was a thud, just like a thunder in a clear sky, and even the soil and stones under their feet were shaken up high. The soldiers of both sides around could not bear such a violent sound. The soldiers who were closer had their heart veins broken on the spot, and blood gushed out of their seven orifices, and died. The soldiers who were farther away were not spared either. They dropped their weapons, held their ears with both hands, fell to the ground and screamed, and blood flowed out from the gaps between their fingers.

Looking at Tang Yin and Xiang Wen, they were each shaken more than three meters away. The sickle in Tang Yin's hand flew out of his hand, bounced more than ten meters away, and fell directly into the crowd in the distance.

Xiang Wen was not much better. Long Po Zhan was shaken to where he was shaken away. His hands were empty, and blood beads slowly dripped out from the cracks of the spiritual armor on his palms.

This was a head-on collision that hurt both sides. Tang Yin and Xiang Wen's weapons were shaken away, and at the same time, the knuckles of the two were also cracked.

Tang Yin's chest was heaving, and his waist was bent down. He felt that his internal organs were rolling and boiling, and a wave of air returned from his chest to his throat.

He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back the blood that was surging up, but before he could catch his breath, Xiang Wen screamed and pounced on him like a bloodthirsty beast. As soon as he got close to Tang Yin, he punched Tang Yin in the chest and lower abdomen with both fists.

Bang! Tang Yin's body flew backwards like a cannonball shot out of the muzzle. He and Xiang Wen were fighting outside the Mo camp, but Xiang Wen's two heavy punches directly knocked him into the Mo camp, which showed how powerful it was.

Dozens of cracks appeared on his chest and lower abdomen, and the blood that he had just suppressed surged up again. This time he couldn't suppress it anymore, and with a wow, blood spurted out of his mouth and nose while he was still in the air.

After spitting out the blood, Tang Yin felt that the dull feeling in his chest disappeared a lot.

Plop! He fell heavily to the ground, motionless like a dead man. Xiang Wen, who was furious, rushed forward again, raised his fists high, and was ready to give Tang Yin another fatal blow. The latter's body suddenly spiraled towards him. Xiang Wen was unprepared and was kicked in the stomach by Tang Yin's feet.

"Ah!" Xiang Wen screamed, and his body, which had just rushed to Tang Yin, flew back and fell outside the camp through the camp gate. This heavy kick kicked Xiang Wen so hard that the spiritual armor on his lower abdomen shattered like a watery halo. He fell to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

Tang Yin didn't give him a chance to get up at all. Before Xiang Wen fell to the ground for a second, he also flashed out of Moying, fell from midair, and hit Xiang Wen hard.

Bang! His knees pressed against Xiang Wen's chest and lower abdomen respectively, and then he raised his fists and attacked Xiang Wen's cheeks from left to right, punching him continuously.

A series of crisp sounds could be heard in the earlobes. Every time Tang Yin's fist hit Xiang Wen's head, a spark would burst out from the spiritual armor.

He threw more than ten punches in a row. Not only did the spiritual armor on Xiang Wen's head break, but even the spiritual armor on Tang Yin's fist had cracks.

Just as he was hitting Xiang Wen's head like crazy, the latter suddenly raised his right leg and lifted it up with all his strength. Snap, his knee hit Tang Yin's back. Tang Yin, who was originally riding on Xiang Wen, screamed and rolled forward.

Xiang Wen jumped up from the ground like a carp, shook his muddy head, swung his two long legs, took three steps in two, and jumped in front of Tang Yin's feet. He bent down and grabbed Tang Yin's ankle with one hand, then shouted, and used his arms to roll Tang Yin alive.

"Tang thief, die!" Xiang Wen used all his strength to smash Tang Yin to the ground. Boom! Tang Yin's body smashed the ground into a big hole more than one foot deep, and his whole body was embedded in the mud.

At this time, Xiang Wen, who was furious, was unwilling to give up. He grabbed Tang Yin's ankle again and lifted him up from the pit. He swung Tang Yin in the air twice with his arms, and then threw him towards the wall with all his strength.

Tang Yin was still in the air and had begun to adjust his limbs. With a bang, he hit the wall, but his feet touched the wall first.

Looking at him again, his whole body was horizontal to the ground, squatting vertically on the wall. Because Xiang Wen used too much force, he squatted on the wall for three seconds. At that moment, it seemed that gravity had lost its effect on Tang Yin.

When Xiang Wen's throwing force was completely dissipated, Xiang Wen just rushed to a distance of less than three steps away from Tang Yin. The latter's body squatting on the wall was like an arrow from a string, and suddenly reflected back.

Bang! His fists hit Xiang Wen's left and right chests respectively, and the latter's body flew backwards again.

Before Tang Yin landed on the ground, he had already used Shadow Drift to get under Xiang Wen, grabbed his waist with both hands, and threw him back to the wall.

Boom! When Tang Yin was thrown to the wall, he used his body to absorb the force, but Xiang Wen didn't know the technique, and the collision was a solid one.

Just when he was dizzy and disoriented, Tang Yin flashed to his side again, grabbed his ankles with both hands, swung Xiang Wen up, and hit the wall of the village continuously.

There were continuous crackling sounds in his ears, and the wall of the village was hit so that wood chips and soil flew across and shook continuously.

At this time, it was Xiang Wen. If it was someone else, his spiritual armor would have been smashed into pieces long ago.

Under such continuous collisions, his spiritual armor was still intact and his mind was still clear. After Tang Yin hit him seven or eight times, Xiang Wen suddenly exerted force, broke free from Tang Yin's palms, and kicked out with both feet, stepping on Tang Yin's face.

The latter retreated on his back and sat on the ground. Xiang Wen roared and picked up a long spear on the ground. He shook his arms and turned it into spirit. He flew into the air and pounced on Tang Yin, stabbing the spirit spear in his hand.

Tang Yin twisted his body slightly while sitting on the ground to avoid the sharp edge of the spirit spear. Then, he raised his leg and hooked it on Xiang Wen's jaw.

The latter spun in the air and fell on his back. The long spear he had just picked up was also thrown far away. Before he could get up, Tang Yin pounced on him again, pressed on Xiang Wen, wrapped his legs around his waist, bent down, and pinched his neck.

Xiang Wen struggled to get rid of Tang Yin, but the latter was like a piece of gum sticking to him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of Tang Yin. Xiang Wen was very angry and rolled hard. Tang Yin rolled behind him. His legs were still tightly clasped around his waist, but his right arm was already around his neck.

It was difficult to defeat the opponent with force, so Tang Yin changed his tactics and used the "lock" move. Xiang Wen, who was thick-skinned and tough, was not afraid of Tang Yin's punches and kicks, but he seemed helpless against this wrestling-style move.

He rolled on the ground, sometimes rolling on the ground, sometimes jumping up and down, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of Tang Yin. Instead, the latter's arms tightened more and more, making Xiang Wen feel that his neck was about to be strangled.

Tang Yin, who had so much practical experience, had never fought such a difficult battle. Although he locked Xiang Wen tightly, the latter's cultivation was too deep. Even if he used all his strength, he couldn't break the spiritual armor on Xiang Wen's neck.

Xiang Wen couldn't get rid of Tang Yin, and Tang Yin couldn't strangle Xiang Wen to death. The two were entangled together and fell into a stalemate, and neither could do anything to the other.

For the two of them, this was a life-and-death battle, but for the soldiers on both sides who were watching, this was a battle that shook the world and shocked the world. The two people on the battlefield could no longer be called human beings, but more like two gods fighting each other.