Chapter 447
Zhan Wudi couldn't figure it out. The main force of the Tianyuan Army had clearly gone to attack the North City, so why were there so many troops left in the camp? Could it be that Tang Yin was so powerful that he could see through his elder brother's plan?
It was useless to think about it now. Zhan Wudi gritted his teeth, turned his head and shouted to his soldiers: "Brothers, let's charge out!" As he spoke, he swung the purple lightning knife and rushed towards Tang Yin first.
Tang Yin squinted his eyes, and black spiritual energy emanated from his body. At the same time, he said faintly: "Zhan Wudi, you have been surrounded by my army. If you want to survive, you have no choice but to surrender. This is your last chance." "Bullshit! I would rather die than surrender!" Zhan Wudi was so angry that his eyebrows stood up, his eyes widened, and he wanted to swallow Tang Yin into his stomach in one gulp.
Tang Yin smiled, shook his head and said: "Good words can't persuade the damned ghost. Since you want to die, I will help you!" After saying that, he also covered his body with black spiritual armor, then waved his arm and shouted loudly: "Shoot!" Buzz? ?
With Tang Yin's order, the 40,000 plain soldiers behind him all drew their bows and arrows, aiming at Zhan Wudi, Hao Zhao, Jiang Fan and others who were rushing towards them and launched a volley.
This round of arrow formation was larger in scale and wider in scope than the arrow formation on Shangguan Yuanrang's side, and the arrows were more dense. When countless arrows flew above the Peng army, people's eyes became dark, even the moon was blocked, as if a huge black cloth was covered over their heads.
There was no place to hide, and no shield to resist. The Peng army was completely exposed to the arrow formation.
Puff, puff, puff? ?
For a time, the sound of arrows breaking through armor was endless, and the screams, screams and desperate wails in the Peng army camp had become one.
Zhan Wudi's forward figure was blocked by arrows. At first, he could still wave the purple lightning knife in his hand to block, but soon, dense eagle feathers passed through the knife curtain he waved and kept hitting him. The arrows hit the spiritual armor, and the crisp sound of ding-dong was endless. Zhan Wudi, who had such a deep cultivation, was forced to retreat again and again under the continuous impact of arrows, and cracks gradually appeared on his spiritual armor.
If under a large-scale arrow formation, no matter how deep the cultivation is, it will not be able to resist. In the end, Zhan Wudi felt that his spiritual armor was about to be shattered. In desperation, he could only grab a soldier next to him and use his body as a meat shield to resist the arrows.
Originally, he was hundreds of meters away from Tang Yin. When the arrow array came to an end, Zhan Wudi had been pushed back nearly 200 meters. Looking at the soldier he held in his hand, there was no intact place on his body. He was riddled with holes from the eagle feathers and no longer looked like a human. Even if he used a person as a shield, Zhan Wudi himself could not escape. There were still several arrows on his arms, shoulders, and legs, and his spiritual armor was full of cracks.
Zhan Wudi was in such a state, and the ordinary soldiers below who had no spiritual martial arts cultivation were even more miserable. Within 100 meters and 200 meters in front of the Feng Army array, the ground was full of corpses, piled up and counted. The bodies were full of eagle feathers, and occasionally people could be seen wriggling in the corpses, making intermittent groans. The night wind blew, and the smell of blood choked people's hearts and lungs.
This is the power of the arrow array.
"General Zhan?" Hao Zhao had retreated behind Zhan Wudi. He also had several arrow wounds on his body. Although they were not fatal, he was bleeding profusely. His spiritual armor was covered with blood. He screamed: "We can't get out of the gate, General Zhan, let's break out to the east!" Zhan Wudi dropped the body in his hand, turned back blankly, looked at Hao Zhao, and then looked at the other soldiers. After watching, Zhan Wudi almost cried out on the spot. There were 20,000 soldiers, who had not even approached the enemy, and had not used a single knife or gun. At this time, there were only more than 5,000 people left, and many soldiers had arrow wounds on their bodies.
Alas! Zhan Wudi looked up to the sky and lamented, could it be that God really wanted to kill me? Now Zhan Wudi could see that the enemy had obviously made perfect preparations. With only a few thousand people on his side, it would be difficult to break out of the siege. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, looked around, and asked in surprise: "Where is Jiang Fan?" "Oh, General Zhan, don't worry about him, let's run!" Hao Zhao was so anxious that he was sweating all over his head. He didn't care about Zhan Wudi anymore, and shouted to the soldiers below: "Brothers, follow me to the east!" At this time, all the Peng soldiers were confused, or numb. People had no fighting spirit, just mechanically listened to the orders of their superiors and ran east with Hao Zhao.
Hao Zhao thought that Jiang Fan had died under the arrow formation of the Feng army, but in fact it was not the case. Just as the Peng army followed Hao Zhao to break out to the east, a man suddenly stood up from the pile of corpses on the ground, holding a purple gold bow. There was no string on the bow, but a spiritual string was formed by spiritual energy. At this time, a spiritual purple gold arrow was placed on the spiritual string, and the arrow pointed directly at Tang Yin who was in the front of the Feng army camp.
This arrow, called the Soul-Calming Arrow, has inverted teeth on the arrow body, which will bounce off once it enters the flesh. If you are hit by the Soul-Calming Arrow, whether it hits vital parts or not, you have to dig out a large piece of flesh from the person to get rid of it.
No one expected that there was a living person hidden in the corpse of Peng Bing, and it was the most troublesome and difficult to guard against dark spiritual practitioner? ? Jiang Fan.
Tang Yin also didn't expect Jiang Fan to hide in the pile of dead bodies. When he realized the danger was approaching, the Soul-Calming Arrow in Jiang Fan's hand had already left the string, like a black lightning, shooting straight towards Tang Yin's neck and throat.
The distance was too close, and the speed of the Soul-Calming Arrow was too fast. Not to mention drawing out the weapon to block, even if Tang Yin wanted to dodge sideways, he didn't have time.
At this time, if it were someone else, they would not be able to dodge no matter what, and would definitely be killed by the arrow of the Soul-Calming Arrow. However, Tang Yin's reaction was faster than expected. When the arrow was close to him, his body suddenly turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared.
Puff!
The Soul-Calming Arrow passed through the black mist that Tang Yin had turned into, and nailed a guard behind him. The guard didn't even see what was going on. The arrow had broken through his body and nailed the soldier behind him. The soldier's body was unable to dissipate the power of the Soul-Calming Arrow. He could only hear continuous muffled sounds of puff, puff, puff in his ears. A whole row of more than ten people were pierced by the Soul-Calming Arrow without any screams. More than ten people died on the spot.
Wow? ?
Time seemed to have stopped. After two seconds, there was an uproar in the Feng Army camp. The bows and arrows that people had just put down were immediately raised again, and the arrows were all aimed at Jiang Fan standing among the corpses. However, the arrows in people's hands were delayed in shooting. It was not that they did not want to shoot, but they did not dare to shoot, because there was suddenly a person behind Jiang Fan, Tang Yin.
Tang Yin was shot dead with one arrow. Jiang Fan immediately realized that the other party had used Shadow Drift to dodge. At the same time, he noticed that the air behind him was moving, and realized that Tang Yin appeared behind him. He did not turn around immediately, but the spirit string on the purple gold bow in his hand had been scattered, and what followed was that the two ends of the spirit bow turned into sharp edges, and the spirit bow itself grew a sharp blade. The original longbow turned into a strange knife with sharp edges at both ends and a handle in the middle.
After taking two breaths, without any warning, Jiang Fan suddenly turned back and stabbed Tang Yin behind him with a knife.
Clang!
When the strange knife stabbed close to Tang Yin, it was blocked by a crescent-shaped curved knife.
"Your arrows are fast enough, but your sword is too slow!" Tang Yin raised his sword and held the opponent's sharp edge, sneering and saying faintly.
Huh!
Jiang Fan did not reply, but suddenly disappeared in front of Tang Yin. When he reappeared, he was already beside Tang Yin, and the strange sword in his hand also stabbed Tang Yin's soft spot.
He was fast, but Tang Yin was even faster. He also performed Shadow Drift and flashed behind Jiang Fan again, and stabbed his left and right waists with both swords.
Jiang Fan jumped into the air, dodging Tang Yin's double swords, and also chopped Huashan to return a heavy sword.
Tang Yin blocked with his sword, clang, the two swords touched each other, sparks splashed, and it was particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
Before Jiang Fan's body in the air fell to the ground, Tang Yin's other hand had stabbed out diagonally with the scimitar in his other hand, stabbing Jiang Fan's ribs fiercely. Jiang Fan was in the air, with nowhere to put his strength, and couldn't dodge, but at the moment when the blade was close to him, he used Shadow Drift again to dodge. This time he didn't appear in front of Tang Yin, but flashed more than 20 meters away, quickly pulled out a purple-gold arrow, aimed at Tang Yin's temple, and shot it out.
As soon as he shot the arrow, Tang Yin disappeared, and a sneering voice came from behind Jiang Fan: "You don't have many arrows, you'd better save them!" As the voice sounded, the double knives attacked again, this time Tang Yin used the ground rolling knife to chop Jiang Fan's legs fiercely. Jiang Fan's hair stood up all over his body, and his adrenaline secretion accelerated. He shouted loudly, and his body was like a black panther, rushing forward.
Swish!
The double knives almost passed by his toes, almost chopping off his feet. After Jiang Fan landed, he steadied his body and shuddered involuntarily. He had only heard that Tang Yin was also a dark spiritual practitioner and seemed to be very powerful, but he did not expect Tang Yin to be so powerful. Not only was his cultivation not inferior to his own, but his sword was also amazingly fast, even beyond human vision. Such swordsmanship is definitely not something that can be practiced by practicing spiritual martial arts.
He was surprised, and so was Tang Yin, but his surprise was also accompanied by strong excitement.
Since Tang Yin debuted, this was the first time he had encountered a dark spiritual practitioner, and a master like Jiang Fan. He felt that this unfamiliar battle was interesting and he enjoyed it from the bottom of his heart.
For others, the confrontation between the two armies was a fight of life and death, but for Tang Yin, it was more like a game. He enjoyed the excitement of life and death, which was what made Tang Yin different, or it could be said that he was abnormal and terrifying.
The duel between Tang Yin and Jiang Fan was an extremely rare fight between two masters of dark spiritual cultivation. Xiao Muqing and even the tens of thousands of Plains Army soldiers behind him were dumbfounded. They saw the two men in the field, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, sometimes disappearing, and sometimes reappearing, no different from two ghosts. Although they did not have gorgeous spiritual skills, the weird atmosphere on the field was enough to make people shudder.