Chapter 887
Seriously wounded, Tang Yin had completely lost his mind, and the most primitive animal side of his body was revealed, making him more sensitive and his body more agile. Although he had no weapons in his hands, his nails and toenails were as sharp as those of spiritual soldiers. Once hit by them, the spiritual armor of the spiritual cultivators could not resist.
Tang Yin rushed into the Zhen army and started a crazy killing. His target was not ordinary soldiers, but the spiritual cultivators of the Zhen army who could provide him with more spiritual energy. Under his sharp claws and dark fire, the spiritual cultivators of the Zhen army really became prey to be slaughtered for a while. The battle did not last long, and no less than ten spiritual cultivators of the Zhen army were sucked by Tang Yin.
People were frightened by the half-human, half-demon Tang Yin in front of them and lost their fighting spirit. The camp finally collapsed, and the Zhen army members fled in all directions. Tang Yin was about to chase and kill, but suddenly he saw that Jiang Fan was in a critical situation not far away. He didn't think about it and rushed over instinctively.
At this time, Jiang Fan fell to the ground, and Wu Jin was constantly attacking him. The continuous heavy swords made Jiang Fan only able to defend himself, and he had no power to fight back. His body was completely smashed into the ground.
It was Jiang Fan. If it was someone else, he would have been unable to bear it at this time.
Wu Jin was in a killing mood, and suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of him, and there was an extra person. He subconsciously stepped back half a step, and took a closer look, and was also shocked. He saw that the spiritual cultivator in front of him was covered with scale-like spiritual armor, and there were many arrows stuck in his back, legs and arms. These were nothing. The most terrifying thing was his eyes, which were emitting a ghostly green light, making it difficult to tell whether he was a human or a demon.
Because he was determined to kill Jiang Fan, Wu Jin did not see Tang Yin's changes, and did not recognize him at this time. He blurted out: "Who is it?"
"The person who wants to kill you!" Tang Yin replied coldly, stretched his arm forward, and his palm was like a knife, piercing Wu Jin's neck and throat.
What a strange move! Wu Jin instinctively raised his knife to block. Clang! Tang Yin's fingertips were inserted into the blade of the spiritual knife, making a metallic collision sound and a group of sparks. Tang Yin didn't feel anything, but Wu Jin was hit by the impact and took three steps back.
Ah? Wu Jin took a breath of cold air after taking Tang Yin's palm. How could the spiritual armor on the opponent's hand be so hard, just like a spiritual weapon.
Before he could come to his senses, Tang Yin in front of him had disappeared. When he reappeared, he appeared behind Wu Jin, hitting Wu Jin's back neck with a palm from above, and sweeping his ankle with a sweeping kick from below.
Hearing the bad wind behind him, Wu Jin was frightened and jumped forward. With a sound of sand, Tang Yin's palm did not cut Wu Jin's neck, but his fingertips passed through the spiritual armor behind his neck, tearing a large hole of more than three inches in length in his spiritual armor.
Wu Jin, who had stabilized his body, subconsciously touched the back of his neck, and at the same time, he broke out in a cold sweat. He secretly exclaimed, "It's amazing!", Wu Jin roared, and counterattacked Tang Yin with his wheel knife.
He attacked five or six times in a row, and each knife went to Tang Yin's vitals. He thought that his fast knife could suppress the opponent, but his knife speed was nothing in Tang Yin's eyes.
He easily avoided Wu Jin's killing moves one by one, and then Tang Yin sneered, waved his palms, and launched a counterattack against Wu Jin. In the same time, Wu Jin chopped five or six times, while Tang Yin swung more than ten palms, and his speed was so fast that it was not an exaggeration to describe it as lightning. Wu Jin always thought that he was very skilled, but in front of Tang Yin, he was dwarfed.
Under Tang Yin's violent attack, Wu Jin was completely unable to resist, and in order to protect himself, he could only retreat. He retreated again and again, from the center of the street to the wall beside the street. When his back was against the wall and there was no way to retreat, Wu Jin had no choice but to use his spiritual martial arts skills to drive Tang Yin away.
In the critical moment, Wu Jin used all his strength to release the ultimate spiritual martial arts skill - Lingluan·Ji.
But he overlooked one point, a fatal point, that he was at the foot of the wall at this time, and the foot of the wall was completely covered by shadows, which was within the range where shadow spiritual practitioners could come and go freely.
Seeing Wu Jin use Lingluan·Ji, Tang Yin, who was attacking, immediately flashed away with shadow drift. When Wu Jin finished releasing Lingluan·Ji, the spiritual blade was still spinning in the air and had not dissipated. Tang Yin, who had just disappeared, reappeared in front of Wu Jin. The latter was horrified and cried out inwardly that it was not good. It was too late to dodge again.
Tang Yin, who reappeared, moved like lightning, his palm stretched out like a sharp knife, deeply piercing Wu Jin's chest. His palm entered Wu Jin's chest and came out from his back. Even the wall behind him was pierced by Tang Yin's hand knife. In his palm, there was a bright red and beating heart.
White spiritual mist continued to emerge from Wu Jin's body, and the bloody heart instantly turned dark brown. Tang Yin retracted his arm, and the body that lost support leaned against the wall and slid to the ground. Wu Jin, the general of Zhen State, came to assassinate Tang Yin, but Tang Yin dug out his heart. Even until his death, he died in a confused state, not knowing who killed him.
Five hundred Zhen soldiers failed to assassinate Tang Yin, but instead, two main generals died and one was seriously injured. Most of the spiritual practitioners among them also died. How could the remaining Zhen soldiers be a match for Tang Yin, Jiang Fan, Cheng Jin, and Shan Yang? Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Zhen soldiers had no intention of fighting anymore. The remaining spiritual practitioners took the seriously injured Pan He and ran away first, and the remaining Zhen soldiers also scattered.
Tang Yin relentlessly pursued the Zhen soldiers. Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin hurriedly caught up and grabbed him. The two said in unison: "The king is injured, and he can't fight anymore!"
At this time, Tang Yin still had many carved feathers on his body, especially on his back, there must be more than ten. Tang Yin gradually calmed down from the rage, and reason returned to his body. While panting heavily, he inspected Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin. Seeing that their spiritual armors were damaged, he asked, "How are you two injured?"
"We are fine, the key is the king..."
Tang Yin casually pulled out an arrow from his leg, then turned back to look behind him and said, "Help me pull out all the arrows from my back."
"Your Majesty, it's better to go back to the city first and ask the military doctor to deal with it!" Cheng Jin looked at the arrow behind Tang Yin and said with a grin. More than a dozen arrows were inserted into his back, and Cheng Jin felt pain just looking at them.
Tang Yin sneered nonchalantly and said, "It's just an arrow wound, it's nothing, just pull it out!" As he spoke, he took off his spiritual armor, sat on the ground, and motioned Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin to pull out the arrow for him.
Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin understood his temper, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and pull out the arrow for Tang Yin.
During the fierce battle, Tang Yin lost his mind and felt no pain. Now that he calmed down and pulled out the arrow, he felt waves of heartbreaking pain coming from his back.
However, his concentration was amazing and he could endure the pain that others could not bear. As the arrows were pulled out one after another, Tang Yin not only did not say a word, he did not even frown.
He raised his eyes and looked at Shan Yang who was standing not far away. Shan Yang was also looking at him at this time, but he looked at him like he was looking at a monster.
Tang Yin smiled and said: "General Shan, it seems that your allies have no alliance with you!"
After the fierce battle just now, Shan Yang was not injured, but he was covered in blood. After hearing Tang Yin's words, Shan Yang blushed slightly and said in a deep voice: "After the general returns to the camp, he will definitely report to the general what the Zhen army did!"
"Haha!" Tang Yin chuckled and said nothing more. After a pause, he changed the topic and said, "You helped me this time. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely repay you."
Shan Yang said seriously: "This is the duty of the general."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Yin waved his hand impatiently and said, "I will not default on the enemy's favor."
Shan Yang was silent.
The green light in Tang Yin's eyes had long since dissipated, and his eyes returned to deep black. He looked at Shan Yang up and down for a moment, and said: "The alliance between your country and Zhen Kingdom is undoubtedly conspiring with the tiger. If this continues, Shan Yang will definitely suffer. General, what do you think?"
Shan Yang is a person who knows his own sense of proportion and his duty. He knows very well what he should say and what he shouldn't say, although he now agrees with Tang Yin's point of view. He lowered his head and said: "My king will make his own decision regarding the alliance, and I will not dare to make any rash comments."
Tang Yin raised the corner of his mouth, feeling that he could not take advantage of Shan Yang, so he turned back and stopped looking at him.
While he was talking to Shan Yang, Jiang Fan and Cheng Jin had already removed all the arrows from Tang Yin's back.
Although there were many arrow wounds on his back, they were not serious. After all, the spiritual armor had still lost most of its strength, and the arrows were not too deep. After removing the arrow, there was not much blood left in the wound. Under the influence of the dark aura, the wound began to scar quickly.
Danyang next to him could see it clearly and was secretly speechless. No wonder people said that dark spiritual cultivators were mysterious and strange. After seeing them today, it was true. After suffering so many arrow wounds, Tang Yin could still talk to him as if nothing was wrong. Moreover, the wound healed incredibly quickly.
It seemed that if he faced a dark spiritual cultivator in the future, he would have to kill him directly, otherwise, no matter how serious the opponent's injuries were, he would still have a chance of surviving. The speed of Tang Yin's wound healing also made Shan Yang secretly cautious.
After repelling the Zhenjun's sneak attack, Tang Yin and others successfully returned to the inner city of Jinyang without encountering an ambush.
Shan Yang was sensible and did not follow Tang Yin into the city. He stopped in front of the city gate and said goodbye to Tang Yin.
Tang Yin invited him to sit in the city, but Shan Yang politely refused. Tang Yin did not force him, and asked the Feng Army personnel in the city to bring a hundred taels of gold as a reward to Shan Yang. This time Shan Yang postponed it slightly and accepted it, then thanked Tang Yin and turned around to leave.
Tang Yin's trip was worthwhile, and he successfully reached a reconciliation with Ren Fang, the commander of the Sichuan-Zhen coalition forces. Although he encountered an ambush by the Zhen army, he finally came back without any danger.
When Shan Yang returned to the camp of the Sichuan-Zhen Allied Army, he heard constant shouting inside before entering the Chinese military tent. He frowned and asked the guard at the tent door: "What's going on inside?"
"Oh, General Shan, you are back! General Nie came angrily just now, saying that General Shan seriously injured Pan He, the general of the Zhen Army, and wanted to punish you!" the guard whispered.
When Shan Yang heard this, his nose was almost crooked with anger. He went to Nie Ze to settle the score, but he was the first to file a complaint against Nie Ze. How could it be unreasonable? !