Volume 10, Chapter 927

Chapter 927

Read the full text so fast! Not only was the man's body movement fast, but his sword was also fast. He covered a distance of more than ten meters in a flash, and rushed directly through the gap in the dark crowd. He rushed to Nie Zhen's head in one breath, and the spirit sword read the full text to his head.

Nie Zhen was startled and hurriedly called for a fight. Then he heard a sharp golden sound, and the sparks gradually shot up high. Under the impact, even Nie Zhen's body shook and he took two steps back involuntarily.

"Who is it..." he blurted out. But before he had time to look at the opponent's Nirvana, the opponent's fast sword came again, and with the flash of lightning, the sword blade cut across his neck.

Nie Zhen had no choice but to block the sword again. The sound of the golden sound was louder than before, and Nie Zhen's body retreated three steps.

"You..."

The opponent didn't give him a chance to speak at all. The spirit sword attacked again, this time piercing his throat.

Because the sword was so fast, even Nie Zhen felt that if he dodged, he might be stabbed. He could only stand up the sword in his hand and use the sword face to block the opponent's sword.

Clang! The spiritual sword in Nie Zhen's hand was stabbed with a clear arc. His body swayed and he took two steps back. This time he didn't give the opponent a chance to continue to attack. After stabilizing his body, he gathered his strength and jumped back again. He rushed several meters away, then stopped and looked at the person carefully.

The person was wearing a black spiritual armor and holding a black spiritual sword in his hand. Like Ling Ye and others, he was also a dark spiritual practitioner. As he quickly retreated, the man did not continue to attack. He turned back and shouted to Ling Ye and others: "You wait and leave!"

Others didn't know who this dark spiritual practitioner who suddenly appeared was, but Ling Ye's body was shocked and he screamed in his heart: Wind King? !

He simply couldn't believe his eyes. When he was in a desperate situation and trapped in the forbidden area of ​​Zhuyu Mountain, the Wind King suddenly appeared. This was too incredible.

"What are you waiting for? Run!" The person who came was indeed Tang Yin. He stared at Nie Zhen opposite him and shouted sternly without turning his head.

Ling Ye finally came to his senses. He felt mixed emotions in his heart and couldn't tell what he felt.

The Holy King who had cultivated him for decades was now trying to kill him, and the Wind King, who had only met him once and didn't even have a friendship with him, risked going deep into Zhuyu Mountain to rescue him when he was in trouble. How could he afford this favor?

He said to the dark people around him: "You guys go north quickly!"

"Ye, what about you?"

"I'll stay and stop Nie Zhen!"

"No! If we want to leave, we'll all leave..."

"Stop talking nonsense! If you keep talking nonsense, none of us can leave. Let's go!" Ling Ye shouted at everyone. Everyone in the dark looked at each other, then stamped their feet and ran towards the dense forest in the north.

After they left, Ling Ye took a deep breath, walked to Tang Yin with big strides, stood still, and faced Nie Zhen side by side with him.

Tang Yin, who was staring at Nie Zhen, glanced at him and asked faintly: "Why don't you leave?"

"I am willing to stay, live and die with you!" In front of Nie Zhen, Ling Ye did not dare to call Tang Yin His Highness, that would be equivalent to harming him.

Hearing this, Tang Yin raised the corner of his mouth, smiled, and whispered: "It seems that I didn't come in vain, and I didn't save the wrong person!" While speaking, he slowly raised the sword in his hand and said: "I will attack, you help me!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed out, and the sword in his hand went straight to Nie Zhen's face. Seeing Tang Yin flying out, Ling Ye was quite moved, but this was not the time to sigh. He shook his arm, and the wheel knife in his hand floated in the air, spinning rapidly. Then, it flew out, passed by Tang Yin's side, and went straight to Nie Zhen's lower abdomen.

Nie Zhen was caught off guard by Tang Yin's sudden appearance. Now he stabilized his mind and could find out through insight that Tang Yin's cultivation was far inferior to his own.

He snorted coldly, first pushing away Ling Ye's wheel knife, and then blocking Tang Yin's spiritual sword.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

Tang Yin did not answer at all, and responded to Nie Zhen with a fist. Nie Zhen was also tough, and also raised his fist to fight back [! The fists of the two collided in the air, making a crisp sound. At this time, the difference in their cultivation was immediately determined.

Nie Zhen stood there motionless, his figure did not sway, while Tang Yin involuntarily took two steps back and subconsciously put down his fist. If you look closely, you can find that the spiritual armor on his palm is full of fine cracks. The head-on blow between the two of them just now almost broke all the spiritual armor on his palm.

"If you don't tell me, I will take you back and ask you clearly!" Nie Zhen shouted, leaped towards Tang Yin, and pointed the spiritual sword in his hand at his forehead. Before Tang Yin could parry, Ling Ye's wheel knife came again, sweeping across Nie Zhen's ribs.

The latter's change of moves was also fast. He collected his reward and picked up the wheel knife, while kicking hard with his foot, hitting Tang Yin's lower abdomen. The latter's figure turned around and flashed directly from in front of Nie Zhen to behind him, and the spiritual sword in his hand stabbed him in the back.

What a strange body movement! Nie Zhen's cultivation is far above Tang Yin, but in terms of body movement and skills, he can't compare with Tang Yin. Nie Zhen tried his best to dodge, first avoiding the sharp edge of the spiritual sword, then raised his arm, elbowed back and hit Tang Yin's face.

Knowing that he had a deep cultivation and a strong attack, Tang Yin slightly turned sideways and put one hand on Nie Zhen's arm, using his strength to counter the force, and then pulled back, Nie Zhen's figure was pulled away by his tower and pulling force.

I'm afraid even Nie Zhen himself didn't understand how he was thrown out by the other party. Fortunately, the old man reacted quickly enough. The moment before he hit the ground, he supported the ground with one hand, exerted force on his waist, turned over, and stood without falling. However, due to his inertia, he instinctively took a few steps back.

I secretly thought that I was lucky! Nie Zhen looked at Tang Yin with shock as he was a dignified elder. If he was thrown to the ground by a dark spiritual cultivator, he might not be able to see anyone in the future.

Tang Yin was unreasonable and did not give Nie Zhen a chance to breathe. He came close to him again like a shadow. He stabbed at the top with his spirit sword, disrupting Nie Zhen's sight. Then he kicked Nie Zhen fiercely from below.

Nie Zhen retreated and stomped the ground with one foot. The grass vines under his feet immediately flashed countless light spots and spread quickly. Ling Ye who was standing next to him saw it clearly and shouted: "Be careful, that's a tree." Department of Lingwu..."

Before he finished speaking, the grass vines under Tang Yin's feet grew rapidly, instantly wrapping around his ankles and climbing up his legs.

"Use the fire of darkness quickly!" Ling Ye shouted urgently.

Reminded by Ling Ye, as Tang Yin turned his mind, a layer of black flames ignited all over his body. Burned by the fire of darkness, the aura of wood in the grass vines immediately dissipated. Without the support of the aura, the grass vines immediately transformed into their original form.

Another dark element inner sect spiritual cultivator! Now even Nie Zhen was confused. Isn't Tang Yin the only dark spiritual cultivator in the world? Why did I meet two people at once today? What on earth is going on?

When the old man was in shock, Tang Yin had already stepped forward, the sword in his hand still not leaving his vitals. Tang Yin's attacks were faster and sharper than Ling Ye's, one move after another, each move faster than the last, and he would swerve from time to time, making it difficult to guard against.

Under Tang Yin's attack, Nie Zhen also felt deeply uncomfortable and was forced to retreat continuously. The sound of clanging and clanging could be heard endlessly, and sparks flashed out from time to time. Tang Yin struck out with more than twenty swords in one breath, and Nie Zhen was pushed back ten steps by him.

When Tang Yin exhausted all his strength, his attack finally came to an end. Looking at Nie Zhen at this time, he saw that the spiritual armor on his body was shockingly left with seven or eight scratches. Although they were not deep and did not cut into his spiritual armor, It is not difficult to judge the danger of his situation just now.

What a domineering skill! Nie Zhen has never been convinced by anyone except Guang Han in his life. Today, Tang Yin's quick sword opened his eyes. Even he had to admit that if he was not comparing his cultivation level but his skills, he would not be the same as the dark man in front of him. The opponent of spiritual cultivators.

He looked Tang Yin up and down and said quietly: "That's right! There are probably not many people with your level of skill in the world. It's a pity that you met me today. You can only blame yourself for your bad luck."

As he spoke, the spirit sword in Nie Zhen's hand shone brightly. It was only then that he showed his true ability.

Seeing that Nie Zhen had murderous intentions, Ling Ye did not dare to assist anymore and rushed to Tang Yin's side, standing side by side with him.

As Nie Zhen's spiritual sword became more and more radiant, the scarf also began to change. As the scarf lengthened, countless barbs sprouted from both sides of the sword's edge.

"Strike!" Nie Zhen suddenly shouted, and the spirit sword in his hand swept towards Tang Yin.

Tang Yin took a deep breath and used all his strength to block the opponent's spiritual sword. The moment his sword came into contact with Nie Zhen's sword, he secretly screamed something bad because Nie Zhen's sword had no strength. Soft like a chain.

as expected. After Nie Zhen's sword was blocked, it bent incredibly, and the bent part hit Tang Yin's arm hard [! Tang Yin's arm made a crisp sound, and Ling Jiao's barb inserted into Tang Yin's spiritual armor. Immediately afterwards, Nie Zhen retracted his sword backwards, and there was a sound of sand, and the spiritual armor on Tang Yin's arm was unexpectedly struck. The barb of the spirit sword tore off a piece as big as a chin, and along with it, the clothes and flesh in the spirit armor were also torn off.

Tang Yin was struck by the force of the blow and staggered a few steps sideways. The blood flowing out instantly dyed his entire arm red.

Nie Zhen took back his spiritual sword, and the spiritual armor hanging on it turned into mist, leaving only a piece of bloody flesh.

He shook his arms and shook off the flesh, then looked at Tang Yin with fierce eyes, and said quietly: "If you dare to resist again, I will let you taste the cramps of skin peeling!"

A piece of flesh on his arm was torn off abruptly. If it had been anyone else, he would have been rolling on the ground in pain, but Tang Yin seemed to have no feeling. He stood there without saying a word or even looking at the wound. Leaning forward, his eyes flashed with green light, staring straight at Nie Zhen and the transformed spirit sword in his hand.