Chapter 419

Tang Yin leaned back to avoid the return stab of the Wind Chaser Sword, and at the same time, the legs that were clamped around the opponent's waist also swung back with force.

Whoosh!

The Wind Chaser Sword flew backwards, passed over several stone pillars, and fell straight to the edge of the cliff. Seeing that the Wind Chaser Sword was about to fall off the cliff, he shook his arm, and the Spirit Sword suddenly grew longer, like a soft whip, wrapped around a stone pillar, and swung his falling body back.

When his feet returned to the ground, the Wind Chaser Sword also sighed and said to himself that it was a close call. If he hadn't moved quickly enough, Tang Yin would have thrown himself off the cliff. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and as his arm swung, the edge of the Spirit Sword pierced directly into the rock on the ground.

Before Tang Yin could figure out what he was going to do, he suddenly felt the rock under his feet vibrate, and there was a force coming rapidly. Tang Yin didn't have time to think about it, and he took a step back instinctively. At the moment he retreated, he saw the edge of the spirit sword suddenly shot out from the rock on the ground, almost brushing against Tang Yin's chest.

Ah? At this time, he finally understood the intention of the Wind Chasing Sword. He hid the spirit sword underground and attacked him from underground. What a cunning Wind Chasing Sword! Tang Yin's body swayed, and he flashed to the front of the Wind Chasing Sword with shadow drift. Before the double swords in his hands could attack, there was another force coming from the ground.

Tang Yin's heart moved, and he dodged and retreated in a hurry, but this time his action was a little slower. The edge of the spirit sword brushed his chest, cutting a foot-long gap in his spirit armor, almost hurting his flesh. While Tang Yin was still in shock, the spirit sword retracted into the ground again, and then pierced out again, this time stabbing his *.

At this time, Tang Yin could no longer care about attacking the Wind Chasing Sword and could only retreat. However, every time he retreated, the Spirit Sword would chase him. Tang Yin retreated a full twenty steps, and the Spirit Sword stabbed the ground a full twenty times. Wherever Tang Yin passed, the rocks on the ground were full of narrow gaps pierced by the Spirit Sword.

This is not a solution. If he passively took the beating, he would not know when he would be injured by the opponent's sword. Thinking of this, Tang Yin performed Shadow Drift and flashed directly to a place ten meters away, thinking that this time he must have retreated beyond the opponent's attack range, but who knew that as soon as he appeared, the Spirit Sword sprang out from under his feet again.

Tang Yin had no choice but to retreat again, but this time he had retreated to the edge of the cliff, and if he retreated further, he would fall down. At this critical moment, someone suddenly shouted from the side of the Wind Chasing Sword: "Don't hurt my master!" As the voice sounded, Jiang Mo held the Spirit Sword and shot straight at the Wind Chasing Sword.

Before the man arrived, the sword arrived first. The Spirit Sword was hanging with a strong wind and attacked the side of the Wind Chasing Sword's neck.

The Wind Chaser sneered. Tang Yin was difficult to deal with, but that didn't mean that all dark spiritualists were difficult to deal with. He turned his body slightly and saw that the spiritual sword was close to him. He shook his body and easily avoided it. Before Jiang Mo could put away his sword and attack again, he saw a cold light suddenly shot out from the rock on the ground, from bottom to top, piercing Jiang Mo's heart diagonally like lightning.

This sword was too fast and too sudden. Jiang Mo was caught off guard. He subconsciously wanted to use Shadow Drift to dodge, but it was too late for him to use Shadow Drift again. With a puff, the sword pierced Jiang Mo's heart firmly. Black mist had already risen around his body, but the whole person had already fallen to the ground. The edge of the spiritual sword entered his heart from the front and protruded from his back shoulder.

A fatal sword.

Tang Yin, who was far away, saw it clearly. He wanted to rescue him, but it was too late. It can be said that when Jiang Mo rushed up, he realized that it was bad. Jiang Mo's cultivation was too far behind that of the Wind Chasing Sword, and he could not resist the opponent's moves. In fact, it was true. Jiang Mo was stabbed in the vitals before he could move in front of the Wind Chasing Sword.

Jiang Mo was a veteran of the Dark Arrow, and he had followed Tang Yin for a long time. He had been with him through life and death and made many contributions. At this time, watching Jiang Mo fall under the opponent's sword, Tang Yin's head buzzed, and a nerve in his brain seemed to break. The blood in his body surged up, his eyes were bloodshot, and turned blood red. He roared and roared, and with a whoosh, Tang Yin's body was covered with black flames. The flames were black, but the heart of the fire shone with a strange blue light, which was the burning soul of the dark fire.

At this time, Cheng Jin and other hidden arrows around wanted to rush forward to besiege Zhuifengjian and save Jiang Mo, but Tang Yin suddenly shouted: "Get out of my way!" As he spoke, his figure was like a black fireball, shooting straight at Zhuifengjian.

Zhuifengjian had seen souls burning, but he had never seen a soul burning with the whole person covered in dark fire. Seeing Tang Yin at this moment, his heart was also cold. He hurriedly retracted the spirit sword and stabbed forward. The spirit sword grew rapidly and the edge went towards Tang Yin.

Tang Yin did not dodge at all. With a puff, the spirit sword pierced his lower abdomen, but Tang Yin did not slow down. He let the spirit sword pass through his lower abdomen and instantly came close to Zhuifengjian. The double knives in his hands also stabbed the opponent's left and right chest fiercely.

Now Tang Yin was hanging on the spirit sword. It was too late for Zhuifengjian to withdraw his sword to block. He wanted to dodge, but Tang Yin's sword was too fast. He didn't have time to dodge. Zhuifengjian leaned back and barely avoided his vitals.

Puff!

Tang Yin's two swords didn't pierce Zhuifengjian's chest, but deeply penetrated his left and right shoulders. The force was so strong that it not only pierced Zhuifengjian's spirit armor, but also the tip of the sword protruded from Zhuifengjian's back.

"Ah——"

Wind-Chasing Sword screamed in pain, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted on the spot. However, he had no time to catch his breath, and saw that the dark fire on Tang Yin's body had spread along the double swords, and was about to burn his wounds. Without the protection of the spiritual armor, even with his spiritual god realm cultivation, he could not resist the burning of the dark fire.

In just a moment, cold sweat broke out on Wind-Chasing Sword. At this time, he wanted to shorten the spiritual sword and pull it out from Tang Yin, but there was no time. There was no way, so Wind-Chasing Sword could only abandon his spiritual sword and rush back.

Puff!

As he jumped back, the double swords were pulled out from his shoulders, and two blood arrows shot out from the wounds on his left and right shoulders, spraying on Tang Yin's face and body. Without the infusion of the master's spiritual energy, the spiritual sword immediately returned to its original form after the spiritual transformation, and the sword body that was several feet long just now turned back to three feet.

Tang Yin didn't even look at the spirit sword inserted in his lower abdomen. His two blood-red eyes stared at the Wind Chaser. His body was as fast as lightning. He chased forward again. His two swords drew two long cold lights in the air and swept towards the Wind Chaser. The latter had no weapons in his hands. How could he dare to resist Tang Yin, who was covered in dark fire? He was so scared that his scalp was numb and he could only retreat again.

He retreated, and Tang Yin advanced. The latter's two swords never left the vital point in front of his chest. The Wind Chaser endured the pain in his shoulder and retreated from the front to the back of the mountain top. He couldn't remember how many stone pillars he hit in the middle, but the crackling roar on the top of the mountain was endless.

He had retreated to the edge of the cliff and had no way to retreat. Looking up, Tang Yin's knife stabbed straight at his chest again. The Wind Chaser had nowhere to dodge and no way to parry. Seeing that he was about to die under Tang Yin's knife, he made up his mind, leaned back, and fell directly from the top of the cliff.

Huh!

The Wind Chaser Sword fell down the cliff like a kite with a broken string. When he fell to the middle of the mountain, he stretched out his palms and thrust forward. With a click, his palms were like two knives, deeply inserted into the cliff.

Wow - due to the great inertia of falling, his hands left deep scratches more than half a foot long on the cliff, which stopped the fall of his body. He was hanging on the cliff, but the wounds on his shoulders were bleeding because of the excessive force. The blood flowed to his toes and kept dripping down.

He took a breath and pulled out his hand that was inserted into the cliff. The whole person climbed down the cliff like a gecko.

Let's talk about Tang Yin on the mountain. He pulled the Wind Chaser Sword down from the top of the mountain. Then he ran out of strength and half-knelt on the ground with a plop. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the steel sword inserted in his lower abdomen, waved his hand and threw it aside, and couldn't help breathing heavily.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Cheng Jin and others chased up from behind and saw Tang Yin kneeling on the ground, covering his lower abdomen with his hands, blood gushing out from the gaps between his fingers. Everyone was so scared that they shuddered and gathered around to support Tang Yin.

Tang Yin shook his body, pushed away everyone around him, then stood up, took a deep breath, and said, "I can't die." As he spoke, he staggered back and asked, "How is Jiang Mo?"

No one answered, Cheng Jin and others lowered their heads.

Tang Yin did not look back to see their reactions, but he had a bad feeling in his heart when he did not hear their replies. He quickened his pace and waited until the front of the mountain top. He looked up and saw Jiang Mo lying flat on the ground without moving. The spiritual armor on his body had disappeared. There were also several dark arrows kneeling beside him. Although no one was crying, their faces were full of sorrow.

Walking quickly to Jiang Mo, Tang Yin looked down and his heart, which had already cooled down, was completely cold. Jiang Mo's eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale and bloodless. Looking down, the wound was right at his heart. This sword, even if a god was hit, it would be difficult to save his life, let alone Jiang Mo?

Tang Yin stood there for half a minute. It was not known whether he was too injured or too sad. His body shook a few times, and he sat down next to Jiang Mo with a plop. His spiritual armor dissipated, revealing a face as pale as Jiang Mo's.

"My lord..."

Cheng Jin hurried forward and said to the people on his left and right in a trembling voice: "Quick! Take my lord down the mountain for treatment, quick!"

The people reacted and came forward at the same time, lifted Tang Yin, fixed him with ropes, and followed him down the mountain.

At this time, Tang Yin's body was already exhausted, but he was not mentally lost. He said to Cheng Jin weakly: "Someone must stay on the mountain to prevent the enemy from lurking on the mountain again. Also, Jiang Mo's body cannot be left on the mountain. It must be taken away together..."

"Don't worry, my lord, I know what to do." Cheng Jin nodded repeatedly in response.