Chapter 885

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Pan He was flustered by Tang Yin's quick knife. Seeing that the opponent's knife was coming again, he quickly pulled away and dodged, barely dodging the latest chapter of this attack.

Tang Yin attacked more than ten times in a row, and Pan He was also retreated more than ten steps. The situation was precarious. Seeing this, the surrounding Zhen army cultivators roared and used all their strength to attack Tang Yin. TXT download.

These many cultivators released their spiritual skills together, with terrifying momentum and strong power. Even Tang Yin did not dare to be careless and dodged with shadow drift.

Tang Yin, Jiang Fan, and Cheng Jin are all dark cultivators. Their bodies are strange and appear and disappear from time to time. Although the number of Zhen army is large, it is not easy to hurt them.

While his men were besieging Tang Yin, Pan He was panting and quickly looking around the battlefield. He was also anxious. The shadow drift of the dark spiritualists was really powerful. With so many people on his side, they couldn't hurt them at all. What should he do?

Just as he was scratching his head anxiously, he suddenly remembered that Wu Rui had said that the best way to deal with dark spiritualists was to use ropes.

Thinking of this, Pan He's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly: "Brothers, tie them up with ropes!"

Hearing his words, the Zhen army soldiers immediately ran back to the house and took out the ropes. These ropes were all trip ropes, thick and strong. Even if ordinary people used knives, it would be difficult to cut them off. Under Pan He's command, the Zhen army no longer attacked blindly, but mixed the attack with sneak attacks with ropes.

The opponent would use ropes, which was quite unexpected by Tang Yin and others.

Tang Yin was fighting fiercely with several Zhenjun spiritualists. Suddenly, several Zhenjun spiritualists in front of them jumped out together. Before Tang Yin could figure out what was going on, a long rope came across him, aiming at his neck. Tang Yin reacted very quickly, shrank down, and half-crouched to let the rope pass.

Before he could stand up, another rope swept across from below. Tang Yin jumped up, trying to let this rope pass, but his right foot avoided it, but his left foot was half a beat slower, and the rope touched his ankle. The two Zhenjun spiritualists holding the rope immediately ran in and out, making the rope buckle on Tang Yin's ankle, making it tightly entangled.

Seeing that his own rope worked, Pan He was overjoyed and shouted, "Kill Tang Yin! Kill Tang Yin quickly!" Although he shouted happily, he did not rush up. He was scared by Tang Yin's quick knife just now, and now he dared not approach Tang Yin easily.

Without his reminder, the surrounding Zhen soldiers were not blind and naturally realized that the opportunity had come. While Tang Yin's ankle was entangled, they all released their spiritual skills again and attacked Tang Yin.

With his ankle restricted, Shadow Drift could not be used, and there were so many spiritual blades and spiritual thorns flying around him. If it were someone else, he would have been panicked. However, Tang Yin was not in a hurry, and his heart was as calm as still water. He raised the corner of his mouth, sneered, and muttered softly: "A trifle!"

While speaking, he held the sickle and calmly swung a knife to the left and right sides. As the sickle passed, the spiritual wave was generated, and two clicks were heard in the ear. The spiritual wave accurately cut the rope and instantly broke it. At the same time, the rope buckle that was tightly wrapped around Tang Yin's ankle naturally loosened.

Almost at the same time as the rope was loosened, Tang Yin's figure disappeared immediately, and the spiritual skills of the surrounding Zhen soldiers only hit the air. Pan He, who was standing by, saw it clearly and dodged his feet in a hurry, shouting: "One rope is not enough, then use ten or a hundred. No matter what, we must keep Tang thief alive today!"

The Zhen army secretly grinned. It was not easy to capture or kill Tang Yin. With Tang Yin's cultivation, he could be regarded as a top-level dark spiritual practitioner.

People lacked confidence, but under Pan He's hoarse urging, they could only cheer up and attack Tang Yin again.

The Zhen army spiritual practitioners now automatically divided into groups of two, one holding one end of the rope, while attacking Tang Yin, while looking for opportunities, as long as there was a gap, they would wrap the rope around Tang Yin.

Under the enemy's tactics, Tang Yin did not dare to be careless and responded carefully.

As the battle intensified, more and more spiritual practitioners besieged Tang Yin, and the ropes became more and more dense. Gradually, Tang Yin began to be unable to resist.

After all, he was only one person, and he was surrounded by enemy spiritual practitioners. He could not block the front and the back, and he could not look left and right.

During the fight, Tang Yin was slightly careless, and the rope coming from behind entangled his waist. When Tang Yin was about to swing his knife to cut the rope, another rope entangled his wrist holding the knife. The Zhen army cultivator holding the rope used all his strength to tighten the rope, making it difficult for his arm to move.

Seeing an opportunity, a Zhen army cultivator shouted and rushed towards Tang Yin with a knife, and the blade went straight for Tang Yin's head.

Tang Yin couldn't move to dodge because his waist was entangled, and couldn't swing his knife to block because his arm was entangled. Just when the surrounding Zhen army thought that Tang Yin was doomed and the cultivator who drew the knife had a look of ecstasy on his face, something unexpected happened.

In their eyes, Tang Yin, who was doomed to die, suddenly raised his leg and kicked. This kick came so suddenly and was beyond the opponent's expectations. The Zhen army cultivator who had drawn his sword was not prepared and was hit hard in the chest by Tang Yin. The whole person flew backwards like a cannonball, fell into the crowd, and knocked down a group of Zhen soldiers.

Looking at him now, a big round hole had been kicked out of the spiritual armor on his chest. He was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching, and he looked like he was dying. Unexpectedly, Tang Yin, who was restrained, could be so powerful and hurt people. The surrounding Zhenjun looked at each other and shouted in unison: "Fire arrows! Shoot the Tang thief!"

People retreated one after another, distanced themselves, bent their bows and nocked arrows, and wanted to shoot Tang Yin with arrows.

Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin on the other side were also troubled by Zhenjun's rope tactics. They couldn't protect themselves. They didn't see the situation on Tang Yin's side, but Shan Yang did.

After all, Shan Yang was a general of the Sichuan Army. There were not many Zhenjun who besieged him, and most of them were ordinary soldiers. The Zhenjun did not want to kill him or hurt him, they just wanted to hold him back so that he could not help Tang Yin.

Facing the Zhenjun around him, Shan Yang could not bring himself to kill him, but now he saw that Tang Yin was restrained by the Zhenjun's rope, and the Zhenjun had set up an arrow array to shoot Tang Yin. Now Shan Yang could Anxious.

If Tang Yin had any shortcomings, the peace negotiations between the two parties would not only be ruined, but also the Sichuan country would be stigmatized as treacherous. How could Shan Yang let such a thing happen under his nose?

He roared suddenly and ran straight towards Tang Yin. The soldiers standing in front of him raised their spears and tried to stop him, but Shan Yang didn't even move his hands and slammed into him with his body straight.

Click, click - in a series of crisp sounds, the sharp edge of the spear hit his spiritual armor. Not only did it not hurt him at all, but it was also broken by the impact. The soldier Zhen holding the spear was also hit and retreated. , threw it down.

People looked at Shan Yang in horror and backed down in fear, not daring to move even half a step forward. In their eyes, spiritual cultivators of Shan Yang's level were no longer human beings, they were simply monsters.

Seeing the critical moment when Tang Yin was about to be shot, Shan Yang came over to cause trouble again. Pan He was furious. He separated from his group, faced Pan He, stopped him, and shouted in a loud voice: "General Shan, you can do it as long as you like." "

Shan Yang raised his eyes and saw Pan He standing in front of him. His face darkened and he shouted: "General Pan, get out of the way quickly, otherwise don't blame my men for being ruthless!" As he spoke, Shan Yang raised his sword slightly. Raise it up, flick your wrist, and the sword becomes spiritual. After fighting for so long, Shan Yang had just used his spiritual soldiers.

Pan He stared at Shan Yang, his teeth itching with hatred. He suppressed his anger and asked in a cold voice: "Are you and I still allies?"

"Yes!" Shan Yang replied.

"Is Feng Country our enemy?"

"yes!"

"As the Wind King, should Tang Yin be killed?"

Shan Yang said: "I don't know whether His Highness Feng Wang should be killed or not. I only know that I was ordered to come here to ensure that His Highness Feng Wang returns to the city safely!"

"Shan Yang son, you have repeatedly ruined my big things, why should I leave you to do it?!" Pan He's eyes turned red, he raised his spiritual sword and swung it at Shan Yang. Then it was born.

Pan He didn't like Shan Yang, and Shan Yang didn't have a good impression of Pan He. When he saw that the other party was ruthless, he stopped being polite and responded with the same Luan Feng.

These two people, one was a general from Sichuan and the other was a famous general from Zhen. Their public confrontation was also the beginning of the official breakdown of the alliance between Sichuan and Zhen.

Shanyang Lingwu was very strong, and Pan He was not weak either. Their Lingwu skills collided with each other, and there was no difference between them. Shan Yang was about to fight back, but at this moment, the Zhen army surrounding Tang Yin began to fire arrows in unison.

There was a tinkling sound in his ears, countless arrows were nailed to Tang Yin's spiritual armor, sparks flew up, and the eagle feathers broke off and fell to the ground.

The first round of arrows failed to break Tang Yin's spiritual armor, and then the second and third rounds of arrow rain from Zhenjun came again.

Under such close range and such continuous powerful shots, even a spiritual cultivator like Shan Yang could not hold on for long. He knew very well that if he did not rescue Tang Yin, the consequences would be disastrous.

Shan Yang was very worried, shouted loudly, and used his ultimate skill, extremely confused!

The spiritual sword in his hand glowed brightly, and then countless spiritual blades emerged, whistling and flying towards Pan He in front of him.

He made a killing blow, and Pan He did not hold back. He mobilized all his spiritual energy and also used spiritual chaos and extreme to attack.

The direct collision between Lingluan·Ji and Lingluan·Ji was frightening. The scene was full of energy, sand and stones were flying, and even the soldiers who were far away around them felt as if they were in darkness.

With the same skills, there is no one who is stronger and who is weaker. What is competing is the cultivation of both parties.

Pan He's cultivation was considered to be top-notch, but compared to Shan Yang, he was still far behind. Under Shan Yang's spiritual chaos and extremes, Pan He's spiritual chaos and extremes disappeared, and the remaining spiritual blades continued to fly towards him. Pan He's face changed greatly in fear, and it was already too late to avoid him.