Chapter 609

Just when Tang Yin's killing move was about to kill the two assassins, the tiles on the roof of the house were suddenly lifted up, and then several crossbow arrows stretched down, aiming at Tang Yin, and several arrows were fired at the latest chapter. Dozens of crossbow arrows shot at Tang Yin at the same time. The latter gritted his teeth and took advantage of the relatively small power of the crossbow arrows to not dodge or avoid, and continued to slash with his two knives.

Pounce! Pounce!

His two knives cut the throats of the two assassins. At the same time, Tang Yin's back and back of the head were also hit by dozens of crossbows. Under the impact, his body rushed forward and fell to the ground. Before the assassin on the roof launched a second round of volleys, Tang Yin grabbed the corpse on the ground, threw it to the roof, and shouted: "Get down!"

Boom!

The corpse was thrown by Tang Yin, and it directly knocked a big hole in the roof. The two assassins on the roof lost their footing and fell into the house with strange screams. With two muffled sounds, the two men fell to the ground, and they didn't catch their breath for a long time. Tang Yin didn't give them a chance to breathe. He stepped forward, turned his wrist, held the two knives upside down, and stabbed down fiercely.

Puff! The two knives stabbed the backs of the two men accurately. The two assassins didn't even make a sound and died on the spot. Tang Yin killed five assassins in succession, but he couldn't stop the influx of the other side. Along the holes in the wall and the roof, more and more assassins jumped into the house, and their attacks on Tang Yin became more and more sharp.

Tang Yin was good at body movement and quick attack, but the space in the room was limited, and with more and more assassins gathering, it was really difficult for him to display his skills. Tang Yin had no choice but to withdraw and retreat outside the house, running to the back door where Shangguan Yuanwu and Shangguan Yuanbiao retreated.

Tang Yin thought that the Shangguan brothers should have escaped long ago, but when he went out the back door, he was a little dumbfounded. He saw that the Shangguan brothers had been tied up and were sitting on the ground against the wall with something stuffed in their mouths. Next to them, there were two people, a man and a woman. The man looked to be in his twenties, handsome, slender, wearing spiritual armor, and holding a spiritual sword in his hand. As for the woman, it was hard to tell how old she was. She had a white veil on her face, covering her facial features, a white dress, no spiritual armor, and no spiritual weapons in her hands. She looked like an ordinary person, but Tang Yin's keen intuition told him that this woman was much more terrifying than the young man next to her.

Although the Shangguan brothers' spiritual weapons were not top-notch, they were definitely not weak. They were restrained in just a short while, and there was no sound at all. It can be seen that the other party was an unfathomable master. Tang Yin did not dare to act rashly. He stood where he was, silently watching the man and woman in front of him.

At the moment he delayed, the assassins behind him chased him. There was a whistling sound of breaking wind. The assassins either rushed out from the back door or climbed over the wall. They formed a half-moon shape and surrounded Tang Yin on both sides and behind him, cutting off his retreat. It can be seen that the opponent is definitely not a mob that was temporarily assembled. They are completely organized and coordinated spiritual martial arts masters.

Tang Yin took a deep breath, did not look at other people, but looked up at the masked woman in white in front of him. A light flashed in his mind and he asked: "Are you Miss Linglong?"

The masked woman in white did not answer, but asked back: "Are you Tang Yin?!"

Tang Yin smiled indifferently and said: "I have never met the girl before, and there should be no connection or grudge between us. Why do you want to assassinate me?"

The masked woman in white said indifferently: "Everyone says that the monarch of Feng State is very spiritual. I saw it today and it is true."

Tang Yin said: "Let my people go, I can pretend that what happened today never happened, and I won't pursue it in the future. If you hurt the two of them, I will put all the blame on Ningren. Then, many people will die. I think this is not what you want to see! "

The masked woman in white said: "It's a rare opportunity to fight with His Royal Highness the Wind King. His Royal Highness the Wind King doesn't have to show mercy. Just attack!"

The two of them talked very quickly, but they were all irrelevant. Meeting such an enemy, Tang Yin's heart trembled, and he secretly said that it was difficult. He shrugged his shoulders and said faintly: "Want to fight with me? Change a man, I have never bullied women in my life!"

Just before he finished speaking, black mist suddenly rose around Tang Yin's body, and then his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he had appeared behind the woman in white. He spoke beautifully, but he was not polite at all. He stabbed the woman in white in the back of her neck and heart with two knives.

Tang Yin was determined to kill. When he drew his sword, the blade was already covered with dark fire. As long as his sword hurt the opponent's flesh, the dark fire would rush into the opponent's body and turn it into spiritual mist. Only a top-notch spiritual martial arts master like Changsun Yuanhong could escape.

The woman in white was not surprised by Tang Yin's sneak attack, as if she had expected it. She sneered and said, "Your Highness the Wind King is indeed cunning." As she spoke, she rushed forward. Her movements seemed erratic and light, and her speed was not fast, but Tang Yin's two swords stabbed in the air.

An expert knows whether it is effective or not as soon as he makes a move. Tang Yin didn't need the opponent to make a move. Just by looking at the white-clothed woman's body movements, he concluded that this person's spiritual martial arts and cultivation were not simple. He took a breath and jumped, and followed the white-clothed woman's figure and rushed out. The double-blade attack remained unchanged, still stabbing at the opponent's neck and back.

His two swords were chasing the vital points of the woman in white. Suddenly, the woman in white twisted her waist, turned halfway in the air, swung her arm back, and a white light flew towards Tang Yin's face. Because the speed of the white light was too fast, Tang Yin didn't see it clearly, and instinctively retracted his two swords to block.

Clang clang!

The white light hit Tang Yin's double swords, and the latter's figure in mid-air also fell down. After landing, Tang Yin involuntarily took two steps back before he stabilized his body. He squinted his eyes and looked at the woman in white in front of him. Finally, he saw clearly what the white light was. It was the other party's sleeve, or the other party's weapon.

Looking carefully, although the sleeve of the woman in white was white and unusually soft, no different from brocade, it faintly exuded a metallic luster, and from time to time it flashed with flowing light and color. It was obviously a spiritual weapon. Tang Yin couldn't figure it out. The spiritual energy can only merge with metal to make the metal spiritual. Why can the other party's sleeve also be spiritual? Is it made of metal? But what kind of metal can be so soft and no different from brocade?

Tang Yin has a good habit. He will never think too much about things he can't figure out. The corners of his mouth raised, his body slightly bent, his upper body leaned forward, without any warning, the whole person bounced forward like an arrow from a bow, and came close to the woman in white, and the cold light swept across her throat.

The woman in white secretly said that it was a good time, and as she retreated, she waved her arms, and her two cloud sleeves were like a crossbow, quickly and fiercely hitting Tang Yin's seven vital points. Compared with quick moves, Tang Yin has never been afraid of anyone. He waved his two swords, not only blocking the opponent's seven consecutive moves, but also counterattacking with three swords, forcing the woman in white to retreat three steps.

He laughed and said, "Miss Linglong is just like this!"

"Humph!" The woman in white sneered, and one of her cloud sleeves suddenly flashed with light. Then, she waved her cloud sleeves, and several circular spiritual waves shot towards Tang Yin. Tang Yin had never seen such a spiritual martial arts skill, and he was unwilling to take it hard without understanding its characteristics. He directly used shadow drift to dodge out of the opponent's attack range.

But the woman in white was well prepared. At the moment Tang Yin appeared, her other cloud sleeve also came close to Tang Yin. The latter was startled and flew backward three times in a row. He thought he could avoid the opponent's attack, but he was fast, and the opponent's cloud sleeve was even faster. The unusually soft cloud sleeve followed him like a shadow and caught Tang Yin's ankle in a flash. The woman in white said tenderly: "Lie down!"

"Not necessarily!" Tang Yin used the Qianjin Pendant, and the foot that was entangled by the cloud sleeve suddenly pressed down hard. With a bang, several square bricks on the ground were crushed by him, and a big pit appeared on the ground. His feet were already in the ground, but his whole body was like a nail nailed to the ground. No matter how the woman in white pulled the cloud sleeve, he stood there and didn't move at all.

"You are looking for death!" The woman in white seemed to be really angry. While she was pulling back the sleeves with all her strength, she also injected all her spiritual energy into the sleeves. The sleeves wrapped around Tang Yin's ankles became tighter and tighter, so that even the spiritual armor at Tang Yin's ankles was deformed.

What a high level of cultivation! While Tang Yin was amazed at the woman's cultivation, he was also secretly shaking his head. He was really at a disadvantage to use his spiritual armor to fight against the opponent's spiritual soldiers. Thinking of this, he turned his mind and his eyes shot out evil light. Just when the woman in white was pulling back the sleeves with all her strength to pull Tang Yin down, Tang Yin suddenly stopped and flew forward at the same time.

The pulling force of the woman in white was already very strong, and coupled with his own rebound force, the two forces combined, making his body rush forward as fast as lightning. Before the woman in white could react, Tang Yin rushed over and collided with her. Fortunately, the woman in white had a high level of cultivation, and subconsciously completed the spiritual armor in the instant before the two collided. Otherwise, she would have collided with Tang Yin in a spiritual armor with her flesh body, and all the bones in her body would have been broken.

A loud bang was heard in the ear, and the woman in white screamed and flew backwards. Her slender and weak body flew seven or eight meters before falling to the ground. She retreated five or six steps and finally managed to stabilize her body. Even though she covered herself with spiritual armor at the critical moment, she still felt her internal organs churning, blood rushing up, her throat sweet, and her bones seemed to fall apart, sore and painful.

After knocking the woman in white flying, Tang Yin did not pursue her. He turned around and rushed straight towards the Shangguan brothers. However, just as he got close, the young man standing next to the Shangguan brothers raised his magic sword, aimed at Tang Yin's chest, and stabbed five times in a row like a violent storm.

Having experienced the agility of Changsun Yuanhong's weapons, Tang Yin had no feeling for the young man's fast sword. He moved forward like a willow in the wind, and dodged all five swords of the opponent while swaying left and right. At the same time, he had already approached the young man, and the two swords merged into one, turning into a sickle, which he handed over to his left hand. He opened his right hand and stretched it forward, grabbing the young man's face.