Volume 10 Chapter 993

Episode 10, Chapter 993

Oh? This guy has such a wonderful archery skill! Guanghan Ting thought Jiang Fan was only good at martial arts and spiritual martial arts, but he didn't expect that his archery skill was also outstanding.

After Jiang Fan shot three arrows in a row, he no longer gave Guanghan Ting the opportunity to continue to throw out the sword. He pulled out the remaining three arrows, the Soul-Calming Arrow, the Soul-Dead Arrow, and the Soul-Ancing Arrow, and shot them continuously at Guanghan Ting.

The Soul-Calming Arrow and the Soul-Dead Arrow were in front, like two meteors, drawing two golden lights in the air, and they flashed to Guanghan Ting. He secretly said, "What a fast arrow!" Guanghan Ting hurriedly waved the Sword Emperor to parry.

He blocked the Soul-Calming Arrow and the Soul-Dead Arrow. When he turned his sword to block the Soul-Ancing Arrow again, he didn't expect that the Soul-Ancing Arrow suddenly changed its direction, from flying horizontally to falling.

With a puff, Guanghan Ting, who reacted so quickly, didn't expect Jiang Fan's arrow to change the direction of flight. The Soul-Ancing Arrow passed by the Sword Emperor and nailed Guanghan Ting's thigh fiercely.

The force of this arrow was so great that it not only penetrated Guanghan Ting's spiritual armor, but also penetrated his thigh. The golden arrow directly nailed to the ground behind him, leaving a blood hole as thick as a thumb in his thigh.

Guanghan Ting groaned, and involuntarily knelt on one knee, holding the Sword Emperor with his hand to prevent himself from falling. Jiang Fan succeeded in one move, and his heart was excited. He rushed forward quickly, swung the purple gold bow in his hand, and slashed at Guanghan Ting's head with all his strength.

"Ah--" Guanghan Ting burst into a deafening roar. He struggled to stand up, used all his strength, held the sword with both hands, and swept it out fiercely. Clang! Jiang Fan's purple gold bow and Guanghan Ting's Sword Emperor collided in the air.

The energy that burst out at that moment raised the dust on the ground so high that the sky was full of flying sand, as if a hurricane was blowing.

Looking at Guanghanting again, he took several steps back and sat on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time. On the other hand, Jiang Fan flew several meters away. After landing, he couldn't help but take several steps back, and then he barely stabilized his body.

He felt stuffy in his chest, sweet in his throat, and a wave of heat surged from his abdomen. He spat out a blood arrow with a wow.

After spitting out this old blood, Jiang Fan felt a little better, but his arm holding the bow was sore and numb, and his palm was stinging like being pricked by a needle, and he couldn't use any strength.

Guanghanting used the Sword Emperor as support and stood up again with difficulty. Then, he dragged the Sword Emperor and limped towards Jiang Fan. The distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer. Finally, Guanghanting stood in front of Jiang Fan.

He gritted his teeth and said in a fierce voice: "Take another sword from me!" As he spoke, he raised the Sword Emperor high, aimed at Jiang Fan's head, and chopped it down fiercely.

At this time, Jiang Fan had already suffered internal injuries. His arm seemed not to be his own and was not under his control at all. He watched helplessly as the opponent chopped him with a heavy sword. He was powerless to resist or dodge, and could only stand there.

At this moment, a man suddenly rushed over from Guanghanting's side, and the spirit sword went straight to his temple.

The latter reacted quickly and immediately changed his moves, sweeping the sword horizontally. Dangdang, the sword emperor hit the spirit sword that attacked him, making a crisp sound.

Guanghanting turned his head and his face changed.

It turned out that it was not someone else who saved Jiang Fan at the critical moment, but the Wind King Tang Yin. He was holding the spirit sword, turned his body, flashed to Jiang Fan's side, grabbed his arm, and threw it outward with force, shouting at the same time: "Go back!"

Jiang Fan's body was thrown back to his own camp by Tang Yin. Guanghan Ting looked at Tang Yin in disbelief and said, "Wind King? Why, you also want to fight with me?"

In Guanghan Ting's opinion, Tang Yin was already hiding from him, how dare he take the initiative to fight with him? Tang Yin smiled coldly, raised the sword in his hand, flicked it lightly, and said, "I wanted to fight with you a long time ago, but I never had the chance, and it's not fair." As he spoke, he looked up and down at Guanghan Ting, who was covered in blood and wounds, nodded slightly, and said, "Now, it seems much fairer."

Guanghan Ting has practiced for more than 500 years, while Tang Yin has only been in contact with spiritual martial arts for a few years. If they dueled when Guanghan Ting was at his peak, it would certainly be unfair. Now Guanghan Ting has been seriously damaged, plus he is injured, this is indeed much fairer in Tang Yin's opinion.

But Guanghan didn't understand what he meant by this, and he was confused. He asked, "You wanted to fight with me a long time ago?"

"That's right!" Tang Yin nodded with a smile.

"I have no grudges against you..." Before Guanghan Ting could finish his words, Tang Yin waved his hand and walked towards Guanghan Ting. He walked close to Guanghan Ting, and the distance between them was almost touching.

He leaned forward and whispered in Guanghan Ting's ear: "The hatred of being killed, the hatred of having your wife taken away, is this also called no grudges?"

Guanghan Ting's face suddenly changed. The hatred of being killed, the hatred of having your wife taken away, how could this be said?

When did he kill Tang Yin, and when did he take his wife away? Even if he had such an idea before, it didn't work! Tang Yin is still alive and well, and his princess is living in the Fengwang Palace.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Tang Yin's eyes gradually became deep, with a sharp light flickering in them. He said slowly: "Even if five hundred years have passed, Brother Xuan Ling will not forget Yan Lie, this old friend, right?"

This sentence shocked Guanghan greatly. He suddenly widened his eyes, took two steps back, looked at Tang Yin in disbelief, and stuttered a little, saying in horror: "You...you are..."

"You're right!" Tang Yin took two steps forward and continued to stick close to Guanghanting, saying faintly: "I am Tang Yin, and also Yan Lie, Guang Xuanling. You can take advantage of someone's misfortune and kill Yan Lie, but don't forget that dark spiritual practitioners can also cast death sacrifice before they die!"

Guanghanting's eyes widened as he listened. When Tang Yin finished speaking, his eyes were like copper bells, cracked. He murmured: "You... you inherited Yan Lie's death sacrifice..."

Tang Yin squinted his eyes and said: "You finally understand. You took great pains to kill Yan Lie, snatched the crystal, and sought the position of the Holy King, but now you have nothing, reputation, status, and even the crystal you stole!"

Crystal can be said to be Guanghanting's greatest pain in his life, and also his biggest pain point. He subconsciously grabbed the Sword Emperor, and his body trembled. Without any warning, he roared fiercely and picked up the Sword Emperor from bottom to top.

Tang Yin, who was close to him, swayed slightly, and turned from Guanghan Ting's side to his back, whispering: "It doesn't belong to you, it will never become yours, even if you use all the despicable means."

"Yan Lie--" Guanghan Ting squeezed out these two words from his teeth. He turned back suddenly, looked into Tang Yin's eyes, and said in a concentrated voice: "I don't accept it, I just don't accept it! Why can you get everything, why can you, a despicable dark spiritual practitioner, get the crystal, but I can't, I don't accept it!" As he spoke, the sword emperor in his hand flashed with thousands of rays of light, which was the prelude to the spiritual transformation of the soldier.

Tang Yin appeared in front of Guanghan Ting as Yan Lie, stimulating the latter's most painful nerve, and also made him completely crazy.

Now, Guanghan Ting no longer wants to retain any strength, and only wants to kill this person who has been haunting him like a nightmare for more than 500 years, Yan Lie!

The conversation between Tang Yin and Guanghan Ting was not clearly heard by the people around him. Even if they occasionally heard a few words, they didn't understand what they were talking about.

However, everyone around Guanghan Ting could see that he was going to perform the Spiritual Transformation of Soldiers. Their hearts were suddenly hanging in their throats, and their nerves were tense. They stared at the two people on the battlefield without blinking.

The person who was going to perform the Spiritual Transformation of Soldiers was Guanghan Ting, and the weapon in his hand was the famous Sword Emperor. Once the Spiritual Transformation of Soldiers was completed, how terrible would it be?

Nie Zhen's heart trembled, and he was terrified. Without thinking, he rushed forward, swung the spiritual sword in his hand at Guanghan Ting, and released the Blood Soul Chase Extreme.

The scarlet spiritual thorn was like a red line, cutting through the sky and shooting straight at Guanghan Ting's head. Guanghan Ting didn't even look at it. The Sword Emperor raised slightly, just blocking the spiritual thorn of the Blood Soul Chase Extreme.

Crack! The spiritual thorn was smashed to pieces, and Guanghan Ting also took a step back, but at the same time, the Sword Emperor in his hand seemed to have become a living thing, and several golden tentacles grew on the wings of the Sword Emperor, whistling and sweeping towards Nie Zhen.

Nie Zhen's face changed drastically. In front of Guanghan Ting's spiritual transformation of the soldiers, he was also full of fear and dread. He hurriedly stopped his forward rush, exerted all his strength, and swung his sword to knock back several tentacles that were rushing towards him.

Before his sword touched the tentacles, one of the tentacles had already wrapped around his sword. He heard several crisp sounds of "crackling" in his ears, and then saw the sword in Nie Zhen's hand break into several pieces and scattered at his feet.

Seeing this, Nie Zhen's head buzzed, and he screamed and retreated quickly. He was fast, but the tentacles of the Sword Emperor were faster. Several tentacles were like several arrows that had been shot from a bow, piercing straight towards Nie Zhen's body.

Puff! Even though Nie Zhen used all his strength to dodge left and right, his shoulder was still pierced by a tentacle. With a muffled sound, the spiritual armor on his shoulder was pierced, and the tentacles entered in front of him and came out behind him.

Nie Zhen screamed in pain and staggered back. After injuring Nie Zhen, Guanghan Ting did not continue to chase and kill. He raised the Sword King with its tentacles swaying high and rushed towards Tang Yin with a roar.

Guanghan Ting was now risking his life to kill Tang Yin with his sword. Tang Yin was not a fool, so how could he stop Guanghan Ting's last stand? He spoke coldly, withdrew, and ran back to his own camp quickly.

"Yan Lie, where are you going to escape? I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time. Even if I die, I want you to accompany me!" Guanghan Ting stared with red eyes and chased Tang Yin closely.

When Tang Yin was about to run to the front of the Feng Army camp, he suddenly fell to the ground and rolled away quickly. Guanghan Ting, who was chasing him from behind, had not figured out what was going on, and the sound of the crossbows in the Feng Army camp had already become one.