Chapter 214

The attack of more than fifty Lingwu students hit the weak point of the Feng Army's defense. These fifty people rushed to the top of the city, like a pack of wolves attacking prey. Their ferocious and sharp attacks knocked the Feng Army on the top of the city to pieces. Defeat after defeat.

There was chaos here, Tang Yin also saw it, and he rushed over with his sickle in tow. As soon as they got closer, two Lingwu students held spirit swords and stabbed Tang Yin Fenxin. Tang Yin was stunned for a moment when he saw the group of Ning troops rushing up. Suddenly, he saw more than fifty spiritual warriors wearing spiritual armor and holding the same spiritual weapons. Anyone would find it strange.

Fortunately, Tang Yin had Ning Bing's memory, and it only took him a moment to realize that these people were all students of Ningguo Lingwu Academy. However, he was quite surprised that the other party was willing to send these Lingwu students to the battlefield. After all, more than half of these students were children of nobles with prominent status and backgrounds. If there was a problem on the battlefield, the two commanders of the Ning Army would fight Wushuang and Zhan Wudi may also have to walk around without food.

It seems that Zhan Wushuang and Zhan Wudi are worried by their own side, otherwise they would not use the people from Lingwu Academy. He was thinking in his mind, but Tang Yin didn't pause for a moment. He swayed slightly, like a willow. During the swing, he easily avoided the two swords coming towards him. Then, he swept out the sickle in his hand and slashed the two people's heads. waist.

The two Lingwu students did not expect that his movement skills would be so dexterous, nor did they expect that his counterattack would be so swift and violent. They both screamed and retreated backwards in unison. They were fast, but Tang Yin's sword was faster. The two of them were a little slower, and the sickle passed through the spiritual armor of the two of them.

sand!

With the sound of friction, the spiritual armor on their lower abdomens was cut open. In just an instant, the spiritual armors on their stomachs were burned by the dark fire on the scythe. Fortunately, the edge of the scythe did not cut their flesh. Otherwise, these two people may not even know how they died. Even so, the two Lingwu students were frightened and involuntarily stepped back. They retreated three meters away before stopping. They lowered their heads and looked again. The Lingwu students in their lower abdomen had disappeared, leaving two big holes.

"It's...it's the fire of darkness!"

"He is a dark spiritual cultivator!"

The two Lingwu students said in unison. No matter how poor their actual combat experience is, the knowledge they have learned is indeed profound, and they can identify the identity of Tang Yin An's spiritual cultivator in just one fight. The two students looked at each other in shock and horror, and then their eyes flashed with excitement. They turned around and shouted to their companions: "It's Tang Yin! Tang Yin is here, Tang Yin is here -"

Hearing their shouts, the other Lingwu students who were chasing Feng Jun stopped and rushed towards them with bright eyes. They all know that Tang Yin is the leader of the Tianyuan Army. If Tang Yin can be killed, this war will be equal to half of the victory, and the credit will be too great.

These Lingwu students joined the army to perform meritorious service. Now that they heard that Tang Yin was coming, who would be willing to tangle with those ordinary Feng soldiers? In a short time, more than fifty Lingwu students had quickly surrounded Tang Yin in the center. Although their expressions could not be seen, it was not difficult to feel the excitement and excitement in their hearts through their shining eyes.

This is the so-called newborn calf not afraid of tigers! Tang Yin sneered in his heart. He had been salivating over the Lingwu students for a long time, but now it was good that they took the initiative to deliver them to his door. This was a 'delicious meal' given to him by God. He licked his lips, pointed the knife forward in his hand, and pointed the two Lingwu students who were the first to kill him with the tip of the knife. With a smile in his tone, he said slowly: "Let me appetize you two first!" As he spoke, a layer of black mist suddenly appeared around his body. Then, the man disappeared in the black mist. When he reappeared, he was standing among the crowd of Lingwu students, just where he was. Pointing behind the two students.

Before the Lingwu students could react, Tang Yin raised his hand, with black fire flashing blue light burning in his palm. He thrust forward, only to hear a popping sound, and the nails on his fingers turned into spiritual armor. As sharp as a knife, it easily pierced the opponent's spiritual armor and penetrated deeply into the body. Even the Lingwu student's heart was held in his palm.

Before this Lingwu student even had time to scream, the essence and life in his body had been burned by the soul of the dark fire and turned into spiritual mist. When Tang Yin withdrew his hand, there was an extra soul in his palm that had lost its essence. The heart is dark red in color, like a piece of dead meat that is about to rot.

He tilted his head and looked at it, then squeezed it slightly with his fingers, and with a thud, his heart broke, and dark red blood flowed from the gaps between his fingers.

Wow - upon seeing this, the surrounding Lingwu students were all shocked. It is estimated that they have never seen such a bloody scene in their lives, and they have never seen someone as cold-blooded and cruel as Tang Yin. Before the students could attack him, Tang Yin swung his sickle at another Lingwu student.

The tragic death of his companion was vivid in his mind. The student was sad and angry, and roared angrily. He swung the steel sword in his hand against Tang Yin's sickle, and clenched his fist with his other hand, hitting Tang Yin directly in the face. The latter didn't even hide. With his spiritual martial arts cultivation in the spiritual heaven realm, as long as the opponent didn't use spiritual weapons, he wouldn't be able to hurt him at all.

Bang! The student's fist hit Tang Yin's face firmly, making a muffled sound. Tang Yin's body didn't even sway, and he continued to strike with the sickle. Bang! The student's spirit sword and sickle collided together. The latter didn't feel anything, but the former screamed. The powerful force from the sickle caused his body to fly straight out, jumped over the arrow stack, and fell straight to the outside of the city. .

Before anyone could react, Tang Yin also laughed and said sarcastically: "Want to run? Not that easy!" Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared, and he used shadow drift to flash directly below the falling body of the student, and swung the sickle.

Poor student didn't even see where Tang Yin was, and his body was cut into two by the sickle. His essence turned into spiritual mist, and his body and blood scattered in the air.

From appearing to swinging the knife, Tang Yin completed a series of actions in the air. Before his figure landed, he used shadow drift to flash back to the top of the city. The time of this round trip was less than two seconds. If someone with a slower eye saw it, they would probably think that he had never left the place.

In the blink of an eye, he killed two people in a row. Tang Yin shocked the spiritual martial arts students with one move. Everyone looked at Tang Yin, breathing heavily. They had not used a single move on Tang Yin from the beginning to now, but they all looked like they had just fought a fierce battle.

Tang Yin stood in the crowd, looked around, pointed at them with a sickle in one hand, and said softly: "What are you waiting for? The companions have already set off, can you bear to let them go alone?"

The mockery and contempt in his words made the students blush. They had prominent backgrounds and were students of Lingwu Academy. They were usually treated like national treasures and respected by people. When had they ever been treated so humiliatingly? ! Anger and irritation suppressed the fear in their hearts. I don't know who yelled first, and then all the students attacked together and besieged Tang Yin.

If they were in a spacious place, their siege might still be powerful, but in the narrow city, their siege could not be carried out at all. They were crowded together, and their complicated Lingwu skills could not be released at all. They could only rely on the spiritual swords in their hands to compete with Tang Yin in speed and moves.

But these two things are what Tang Yin is best at. He was seen in the crowd without panic, dodging from time to time, and fighting back with his sword from time to time. He was calm and at ease, and he could handle it well. On the contrary, the many spiritual martial arts students were confused by his occasional counterattacks and screamed continuously.

After a while of fighting, Tang Yin felt impatient. He held the spiritual sword tightly with both hands, gathered his spiritual energy, and swung the sword several times. Several spiritual waves shot out. The spiritual martial arts students were repeatedly dodged and retreated by the spiritual waves he sent out. Taking advantage of the chaos of the opponent's formation, Tang Yin performed shadow drift, flashed into the crowd, and used his hands and feet to sweep the sickle continuously.

Several of the spiritual martial arts students who were crowded together could not dodge in time and were affected by the sharp edge of the sickle. Then it was only a slight wound. As long as the sickle touched his skin and flesh, the dark fire would spread to his whole body, raging, burning, and devouring his life. Several Lingwu students who were hit by the sickle were not spared and all died under the burning of their souls. Several others were kicked by Tang Yin and were ejected like cannonballs, some fell far away, and some fell off the city wall. For a time, dozens of Lingwu students were thrown into chaos by Tang Yin alone.

At this time, Shangguan Yuanrang came out from nowhere and joined the battle.

His arrival was a double whammy for the Lingwu students. Shangguan Yuanrang did not have the concerns of the Lingwu students who were afraid of hurting their own people and dared not release their Lingwu skills. There was only Tang Yin here, and Tang Yin was a dark spiritual practitioner. He was not afraid of being affected by the Lingwu skills at all. He could easily dodge out of the attack range with just a shadow drift.

The two of them worked together to fight the Lingwu students. How could the latter withstand it?

Some Lingwu students died in the dark fire, some were killed or injured by Shangguan Yuanrang's three-pointed double-edged sword, and some were so scared that they jumped off the city wall and fled without caring about the lives of their companions. There were more than 50 Lingwu students, but now there are only more than 10 left.

Looking at Tang Yin and Shangguan Yuanrang in front of them, and then looking at the corpses and body parts lying at their feet, the students felt fear from the bottom of their hearts, and finally realized the cruelty of war. The battlefield is not a training ground, and the enemy is not a teacher in the academy. The opponent's killing moves will not give you a second chance. Once defeated, you will die immediately.

"No... can't fight anymore! I... let's run too..." A student said to his companions around him in a trembling voice.

This voice was very familiar to Tang Yin. Hearing this, his eyes suddenly lit up. Without any warning, his figure disappeared in front of the students, and then appeared behind the student who was speaking. Without using a sickle, he raised his fist and hit the other's back fiercely.