Chapter 703

"Tang Yin?" The Ning army soldiers may not recognize him, but the Ning army's commander can recognize him. He was originally sitting on a chair. When he saw Tang Yin suddenly appear, he subconsciously jumped up from the chair, his eyes wide open, and his body trembling.

Hearing the Ning general's scream, Tang Yin raised his head and looked at the Ning general on the high platform. The two of them met in the air, and the corners of his mouth were raised high, and the sickle in his hand pointed directly at the other party.

Although he was far away from Tang Yin, the Ning general was still frightened by the murderous aura he exuded. He looked around in panic and shouted repeatedly: "Kill him! You all come together, kill him quickly! He is Tang Yin, whoever kills him will be able to achieve unparalleled merits!"

The Ning general's series of shouts kicked off the Ning army's attack. Groups of Ning soldiers and generals rushed towards Tang Yin, and all kinds of weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, were also thrown at him.

Ding Ding Dang Dang!

The sharp weapon stabbed and chopped on his spiritual armor, not to mention that it could not hurt him at all, not even a slight scratch could be left.

Just as the surrounding Ning soldiers were shocked, Tang Yin, who had been standing still, swung his sickle. Whoosh! The sickle drew a circular beam of light in the air. Looking at the Ning soldiers around him who had attacked, all of them were covered in blood and their heads were separated. However, the flying blood and broken bodies disappeared before they landed on the ground, turning into spiritual mist.

Tang Yin raised his head and inhaled all the spiritual mist floating in the air into his body to replenish the spiritual energy consumed by maintaining his spiritual armor, spiritual weapons, and performing shadow drift.

This is the terrifying thing about the inner sect dark spiritual cultivators. For other spiritual cultivators, as long as they go to the battlefield, they will inevitably consume the spiritual energy in their bodies. For the inner sect dark spiritual cultivators, the battlefield is a place to practice and improve their cultivation.

Of course, the spiritual energy of other spiritual practitioners will increase every day due to their own practice, but the dark spiritual practitioners of the inner sect cannot improve their cultivation through their own practice.

More than ten people were killed by him with a casual knife, and the surging fear made people become more and more crazy. The Ning soldiers and Ning generals seemed to be crazy, roaring like beasts, flying towards Tang Yin regardless of anything, and slashing at him with all their weapons.

However, the strength of the two sides was very different. How could these Ning soldiers and Ning generals beat Tang Yin, whose cultivation had already reached the spiritual heaven realm? Their charge was like moths to a flame. One group came up and another group died in battle. In just a blink of an eye, more than a hundred Ning soldiers died under Tang Yin's sickle.

The Ning army commander on the high platform could see clearly that Tang Yin's strength was not something that these people on his side could resist. Even if he went up, he would die.

He turned around and said to several of his trusted men: "Hurry up and lower the boat. We will take the boat back to the camp."

Several trusted men were shocked when they heard this. Leaving the battlefield at this time would be desertion, right? People stood there, and no one moved. Seeing this, the Ning Army commander shouted: "Why are you still standing here? Go!"

He was the commander, and even if he knew his order was wrong, his subordinates dared not disobey. People ran down the platform and came to the stern, and used a rope to lower a small boat on the deck to the warship. As soon as they lowered the boat, the Ning Army commander ran over quickly. While he pulled a rope around his waist, he said to his trusted men: "Let me down first, and then you can come down, hurry up!"

After tying the rope firmly, he deliberately pulled it hard to confirm that it was firmly tied, and then he looked up and said: "Quick! Let me down quickly..."

"You can't go anywhere!"

These words were not said by his trusted men.

As the voice sounded, Tang Yin, who was being besieged by many Ning soldiers and generals, suddenly appeared beside him, with a pair of dark and deep pupils staring straight at him.

"Ah?"

The Ning army commander screamed in fear as if he had seen a ghost, and subconsciously took a step back, almost falling off the deck. He finally stabilized his body, and with trembling hands, he drew out his sword and pretended to be calm and called out: "Tang Yin?"

"Humph!" Tang Yin sneered, without any warning, and swung the sickle in his hand backhand. With a sound of puff, the edge of the sickle pierced the chest of a confidant. The latter did not expect that he would suddenly attack him, and did not even react. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but the wound on his chest had already burned with black flames, which spread to his whole body in an instant, burning him into smoke.

"Ah——"

The Ning army commander and several other confidants screamed again in fear, and a trace of chill was born from the bottom of their hearts.

Tang Yin did not draw his sword again. He stared at the Ning Army commander in front of him and said in a flat tone: "You have two choices, one is death, the other is surrender. Which one do you choose?"

The Ning Army commander dared to flee from the battlefield, but he did not dare to surrender to Tang Yin. If he chose the former, he could still make up a lie to get by, but if he chose the latter, it would be treason, which was a heinous crime in any case. Before he fought with Tang Yin, cold sweat broke out first, his chest was heaving, and he was panting heavily.

After a pause, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. He looked at the four confidants on his left and right and shouted in a deep voice: "Kill!"

At this time, the confidants on his left and right also calmed down. They had already prepared to take action and were just waiting for the commander's order. Hearing the words, four people, four spiritual swords, stabbed Tang Yin's vital points together.

Their swords were fast, but Tang Yin's sword was faster. The sword light flashed in the field, and at the same time, four crisp sounds suddenly sounded. The four swords attacked by the four confidants were all bounced away by the sickle.

Without waiting for the four men to put away their swords and attack again, Tang Yin swung his sickle and swept back to the two men on the left.

One of them reacted quickly and pulled back, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge of the sickle, but the other was a little slower and had his arm slashed by the sickle.

Sha! With a slight sound, the spiritual armor was immediately cut open, and a three-inch long cut immediately appeared on his arm. This was not a fatal injury, but the dark fire attached to the sickle had already rushed to his arm.

The confidant was tough, and without even thinking about it, he put away his sword and swept back, cutting off the injured arm.

Puff! Whoosh!

The broken arm had not yet fallen to the ground, but it had been burned clean by the dark fire. The confidant's face was pale, and he covered the broken end of his arm and staggered back.

Tang Yin snorted and laughed, and chased the confidant in one step, raised his leg and kicked, hitting the opponent's chest. There was a cracking sound in his ear. This kick not only shattered the opponent's spiritual armor, but also broke several pieces of his sternum. His huge body bounced off the deck and fell straight into the river.

The Ning Army commander saw it clearly. He felt a chill on his spine and his scalp was numb. He knew the strength of his confidants very well, but in front of Tang Yin, two of them died in an instant. The remaining three could not resist Tang Yin. Thinking of this, he could no longer care about going down from the warship. He turned back with a sword and cut the rope that had just been tied around his waist. Then, without delaying for a moment, he jumped out of the warship and tried to dive and escape.

Tang Yin was unwilling to throw away the fat meat that was already at his mouth. Seeing that the Ning Army commander was about to jump into the water to escape, he gave up fighting with the three confidants, shook his body, and jumped off the deck and chased the enemy general.

Plop!

The Ning army commander fell into the water first, but just as he poked his head out of the water, before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, he suddenly felt a blackness on his head, as if something was falling from the top of his head. He looked up instinctively, and saw Tang Yin, holding a sickle and wearing a black spiritual armor, rushing towards him like a meteor.

My God!

Ning was so scared that his soul was out of his body. He didn't have time to think about it, and he was about to sink into the water, but it was too late. There was a crisp sound, and Tang Yin, who was flying down, collided with the Ning army commander in the water. The two of them collided head to head, and the collision was solid.

The Ning army commander's cultivation was not deep. With the strong collision, his eyes went black, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot. Looking at his head, the spiritual armor and helmet were broken.

The unconscious Ning Army commander sank, spitting bubbles and sinking to the bottom of the river. Tang Yin entered the water and caught him first, but he couldn't swim. Tang Yin held Ning in one hand and swung the sickle in the other. With a bang, the edge of the sickle pierced the hull of the warship. He held the sickle tightly to prevent his body from sinking.

Tang Yin knocked the Ning Army commander who was trying to escape unconscious and captured him alive. The three confidants on the boat saw it. The three of them were shocked and jumped down at the same time.

Plop, plop...

The three fell into the water one after another.

Tang Yin didn't know how to swim, but the three confidants from the navy were proficient in this. After the three of them came down, they were like fish in water and swam quickly towards Tang Yin. The three magic swords pierced Tang Yin's neck close to the water surface.

His sickle was hanging on the hull, and his other hand was still holding the Ning army commander. He could no longer block or dodge. Tang Yin was frowning and trying to take the three swords without dodging. He heard a whistling sound in his ears and a golden light flashed before his eyes.

After the golden light, the bloody light appeared. The head of the man in the middle of the three confidants was pierced by the sudden sharp weapon. Two shocking blood holes appeared on his temples. He didn't even make a sound. He died on the spot and lay dead in the water.

The golden light was a spiritual arrow shot by Jiang Fan.

"Don't worry, my king. I will help you in the future!"

Jiang Fan's voice came from the raft not far away. Hearing the shout, Tang Yin looked up and showed joy. On the other hand, the other two confidants were horrified and their faces were extremely ugly. Just as they were hesitating whether to continue to assassinate Tang Yin or run away quickly, Jiang Fan's second purple gold arrow arrived again.

Just like the previous one, it also aimed at the enemy's temple. Even though the confidant was prepared, he still failed to dodge. Jiang Fan's arrow was too fast, so fast that it was impossible to dodge. As soon as his spirit string sounded, the purple-gold arrow was already close to the target.

Another person died under his arrow. The remaining confidant did not dare to delay any longer. He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and dived directly into the water. He escaped under the cover of the river.