Chapter 138

Pounce, pounce, pounce - there was a heavy rain of arrows, and for a while, the sound of arrows piercing flesh could not be heard. The barbarian soldiers and common people crowded into a ball in front of the city gate fell down in large TXT downloads.

This was just the beginning, more arrows followed, mercilessly killing all life in front of the city gate. In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with arrows, corpses were piled on top of each other, and blood pooled together on the ground, gurgling into the moat. In front of the city gate and on the suspension bridge, cries, screams, cries for help, and roars of pain occurred one after another.

The frightened people outside the city were still crazily squeezing into the city. The suspension bridge could not be raised for a long time. Seeing that Tang Yin and his cavalry were about to rush forward, the barbarian soldiers responsible for defending the city were decisive and turned their swords around to fight back. The common people forced his body out of the suspension bridge, and then the gate was opened. With the sound of the iron chain being tightened, the suspension bridge slowly lifted up, and the corpse lying on it rolled in like a dumpling. Inside the moat.

If they were allowed to put away the suspension bridge, Tang Yin and the others would no longer be able to rush into the city, and their sneak attack plan would also fail.

As the suspension bridge was slowly being raised, Tang Yin took the lead and rushed forward. At this time, the suspension bridge was already more than two meters high from the ground. Tang Yin quickly drew out his two swords, merged them together, and transformed into a sickle. Then, he carried the sword with one hand. , with his other hand he pulled hard on the reins of the war horse Ruying, and shouted: "Get up!"

call!

Ruyingxin understood his master's intention, bent his legs, kicked the ground fiercely, leaped into the air, and flew forward. He not only jumped over the moat, but also jumped onto the suspension bridge. Before the war horse landed, Tang Yin's sword had already been swung. Got out.

With two crisp sounds of click and click, the sickle struck the two iron chains of the suspension bridge respectively. The iron chains as thick as an adult's arm were broken by the hard chop of the sickle, and the suspension bridge that was raised high also followed. It fell heavily with a loud bang.

flutter!

Tang Yin dismounted his horse and landed on the suspension bridge. This single-handed charge shocked everyone present. However, Tang Yin didn't pause for a moment. The sickle in his hand suddenly swept across, and the spiritual waves shot out. Before the barbarian soldiers and people crowded at the city gate could react, dozens of them were cut into two pieces.

Wow - seeing this, the barbarians finally reacted. They were frightened and frightened, and ran towards the city crying. Because there were too many people here, they were crowded, pushed and swarmed, so no one could escape. With them blocking it, it formed a big human shield, and Tang Yin and the others couldn't get in even if they wanted to.

But there was no time to waste with them. Tang Yin handed the sickle to his left hand, stretched his right hand flat, black mist surrounded his palm, and a black ball of light instantly formed. As his wrist shook, a black ball of light flew into the crowd and hit a middle-aged man on the head.

call! The black ball of light exploded and turned into black mist, covering the middle-aged man's body. Through the black mist, you could vaguely see that the middle-aged man's body turned inky black and began to expand rapidly, as if it was constantly expanding. The inflated balloon swells the body several times its original size, and then explodes like a balloon.

The fragmented black flesh and blood flew in all directions, drenching the faces and bodies of the people around them. Those affected by it were then wrapped in black mist, and their bodies swelled, and finally exceeded the load. They exploded with a bang, and then splashed black Flesh and blood has affected more people...

This is simply like a plague. As long as it affects you, you will die and spread to more people.

The skill Tang Yin used was one of the three major skills of the shadow system in the spiritual martial art of the dark system, Shadow Curse.

Shadow Drift, Shadow Clone, and Shadow Curse can be called the three major skills of the shadow system. Naturally, each has its own uniqueness, especially Shadow Drift, which is widely used by dark system cultivators, while Shadow Curse is a very vicious spirit. Martial skills are not practical on the battlefield, mainly because this skill is not under the control of the caster. It kills the enemy regardless of you or me. Without the protection of spiritual armor, anyone who is affected by it will not escape death.

Of course, it is easy to stop it, as long as the people around you quickly move away and are not affected by the flesh and blood mixed with the dark aura.

At this time, the city gate was blocked by barbarians, and he couldn't rush in even if he wanted to, so Tang Yin had no choice but to use the Shadow Curse to blast away the crowd.

Seeing this scene, without the need for Tang Yin to stop them, the Feng soldiers did not dare to charge forward even if they wanted to. Even the horses they dismounted kept moving backwards.

There were so many people blocking the city gate, and under the raging shadow curse, in the blink of an eye there was no longer a living person, only black blood and rags of cloth were left on the ground.

Tang Yin looked back and saw that all his soldiers were staring at the city gate in a daze, including Shangguan brothers and Lotte Nei. He gritted his teeth and yelled: "What are you waiting for? Charge!"

While talking, Tang Yin had already galloped into the city of Besa.

The Feng soldiers woke up from the shock and looked at Tang Yin's back. They couldn't help but feel hairy in their hearts. Fortunately, the master is one's own master, not the enemy. Otherwise... all the soldiers looked at each other, and then all He shouted and urged his horse to follow Tang Yin into the city.

Four thousand cavalry were insignificant compared to the huge city of Besa and millions of people. However, they came too suddenly and their attacks were too vicious. They killed and beheaded everyone they saw, regardless of whether the opponent was a soldier or a soldier. Wherever the ordinary people passed, blood flowed into rivers, causing the city of Besa to be turned upside down and crying.

Tang Yin turned to the Shangguan brothers and said: "Yuanwu, you take the 1,500 brothers to the left and kill them. Yuan Biao, you take the 1,500 brothers to the right to kill them. The rest will follow me!"

He led a thousand cavalry and rushed directly to the central main road of Besa City, killing the royal palace at the end of the main road.

Tang Yin was right as he expected. In order to gather an army of 200,000, the city-state of Besa used all its available troops. Except for a few thousand defenders, there were no more available troops in the capital.

They attacked from the main road, as if they were entering an uninhabited country. They only saw the people of Besa fleeing in all directions on the road, and did not encounter a single soldier.

After passing through the main road unobstructed, looking forward, you will see the palace of Besa.

The Royal Palace of Besa can be described as magnificent, and the wealth that has been plundered from surrounding countries over the years has basically gathered here. The outside of the palace is surrounded by high walls. Looking inside, the buildings in the palace are tall and majestic, covering a vast area, which naturally gives people a sense of wonder. A sense of oppression.

This is Besa's palace, the command center for successive invasions of the Feng Kingdom's territory.

After Tang Yin looked at it, his blood boiled, and his eyes exposed outside the spiritual armor gradually turned scarlet.

At this time, the palace had long been warned of an enemy attack. The gate of the palace was tightly closed, and there were palace guards on the palace walls.

Just as Tang Yin and his men came forward, arrows rained down from the city wall. A dozen Feng soldiers were not well prepared and were shot into hedgehogs, including their horses, and died tragically in front of the palace gate.

Although Tang Yin was protected by spiritual armor and was not afraid of arrows, the war horse he was riding on was not protected by spiritual armor.

He turned over and dismounted, dragged his sickle and rushed over. The barbarian soldiers' arrow rain immediately focused on him alone.

The dense array of arrows was like raindrops. Tang Yin waved the sickle in his hand and plucked the arrows, but arrows still passed through the sickle from time to time and nailed him. The tip of the arrow hit the spiritual armor and made a clanking sound. Tang Yin's body would also be affected by its inertia and involuntarily take a few steps back.

The endurance of the spiritual armor is not infinite, and it will break if it is hit by sharp weapons continuously. Tang Yin's current cultivation level has reached the Spiritual Origin Realm, and the spiritual armor on his body is tough enough, but he still dare not be careless under such a dense arrow array. He reluctantly took a few steps forward, then used Shadow Drift, and first ducked to the foot of the palace wall. Before the barbarian guards could react, he used Shadow Drift again and appeared on the palace wall.

Close combat was Tang Yin's strength. The scythe and his body were enveloped in the fire of darkness. Then, he rushed into the camp of the barbarian guards, brandished the scythe, and started killing.

The guards on the palace wall are very powerful, but relatively speaking, they are not spiritual cultivators after all, and the palace wall is narrow and cannot be used by many people. When they encounter Tang Yin, a spiritual cultivator in the Lingyuan realm, they can only be recognized. The portion of human slaughter.

The battle didn't last long, and hundreds of barbarian guards had already died from the fire of darkness, turned into spiritual mist, and been inhaled into Tang Yin's body. Many others were pushed off the palace wall without even moving their hands in the chaos, and their bones and tendons were broken as a result of the fall.

The enemies on the palace wall were restrained by Tang Yin, and the wind troops below took the opportunity to attack them. The palace gate was a wooden door covered with iron sheets. The wind troops dismounted one after another and worked together to resist, only to hear the constant banging sound. The palace door can withstand such a strong impact, but the door latch cannot withstand such a strong impact.

Soon, the latch broke and the palace door opened in response. Thousands of wind troops, like tigers descending from the mountain, swarmed in, either rushing into the palace or climbing up the palace wall to fight with the barbarian guards.

Seeing that his brother had been killed recently, Tang Yin no longer wanted to fight on the palace wall, moved down with a shadow drift, and rushed towards the main hall of the palace with long strides.

Before he entered the gate, two figures flew out.

Tang Yin had sharp eyes, and when he was about to swing his sword to kill, he realized that the soldiers flying out were his own soldiers. He reacted very quickly, swung his sickle horizontally on the spot, held up the two flying soldiers, looked down at the two soldiers, and saw that there was a wound on his lower abdomen. The leather armor had been ripped open by a sharp weapon, and the intestines flowed out of the body. The two men's eyes were turned upside down, and they were dead.

Slowly putting down the body, Tang Yin suddenly raised his head. The scarlet in his eyes turned into a bloodthirsty red at some point. As his figure swayed, he rushed into the main hall of the palace in two quick steps.

As soon as the man came closer, two swords came towards him. Tang Yin did not dodge. He just waved the sickle in his hand. With a clang, and with the collision of two iron tools, the two spiritual knives that were slashed at him were bounced away. At the same time, the two spiritual cultivators who drew their swords were both knocked back two steps.

Tang Yin raised his eyes and looked. Standing in front of him were two barbarian spirit warriors, wearing spirit armor and holding spirit knives. Behind them, there were more than 20 barbarians in Chinese clothes, all of whom were quite old. , judging from the clothes, he should be a minister of the barbarian state. He looked past these ministers and looked inside. Sitting on a golden chair in the center of the room was a middle-aged barbarian in his early fifties. This man was burly and tall. Even though he was sitting on Sitting on the chair, he still looked stouter than the people around him. He was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe intertwined with gold and red, with a gold crown on his head and a gold belt around his waist. Sitting on the chair, he was as stable as a rock, even when the capital was attacked and the palace was destroyed. , the expression on his face is not as panic-stricken as others, this calm and solemn aura in the face of danger is unparalleled by others.

No need to ask, just looking at his outfit and domineering aura, he must be the king of the city-state of Besa.

Tang Yin ignored the two spiritual warriors in front of him, but slowly raised the knife in his hand, pointed it directly at King Besa's nose, and said coldly in the language of the Morpheus Federation: "Today, I want your head! (Mo Feisi Federation) )"