Volume 10 Chapter 395

Chapter 395 was still far away from Moying, so Tang Yin abandoned his war horse and quietly went to Moying for the latest chapter. He lay down in the grass a mile away from Mo Ying and quietly looked across.

As he expected, there were not many Mo troops here, and the guards were not very tight. There were only a few soldiers responsible for guarding the wall. It seemed that the main force of the Mo army had indeed been transferred to the front camp to resist the Hundred War Army.

This is a good opportunity for our side to break the camp. If we don't attack now, how long will we wait? Tang Yin knew what he was doing, and then quietly returned to the headquarters of the direct army and issued the order for the entire army to attack.

Under Tang Yin's command, the entire direct army was dispatched, rushing out from the rear of Moying like a tide.

When they advanced to less than two miles away from Camp Mo, a series of alarm sounds came from Camp Mo. At this time, people inside the camp were shouting and shouting, and the shouting was like a pot exploding.

Tang Yin was secretly happy. The more chaotic the Mo camp was, the more defenseless the opponent was, and the more likely it was that his own sneak attack tactics would succeed. He held the spiritualized scythe and rushed to the front. On his left and right were A San, A Si, Cheng Jin, Wu Ying and other generals.

Soon, a large number of Mo troops emerged on the city, and then sparse arrows flew down from the wall.

Such an arrow formation did not pose a threat to Tang Yin. Even if he could not block all of them, a few scattered arrows hitting him would not be able to break his spiritual armor. In the blink of an eye, Tang Yin, who was leading the way, had rushed to a place less than fifty steps away from Mo Ying.

At this moment, only a creaking sound was heard in front of them, and the gate of the Mo army's camp suddenly opened, and a group of thousands of Mo army fought back from inside. However, after they came out, the camp gate was immediately closed, locking all the Mo soldiers outside the camp.

When Tang Yin saw this, he couldn't help laughing. It was obvious that the Mo army's rear camp was under-strength and planned to use a small group of soldiers to contain his side for a while to buy time for the main army to retreat.

However, how could Mo's army, which numbered only a few thousand, be able to withstand his own direct army.

Mo Jun came out of the camp, but instead of slowing down, Tang Yin ran faster. In an instant, he was in contact with Mo Jun who was rushing out of the camp.

As Tang Yin waved his arms, blazing black flames burned on the sickle. As the blade slashed out, three Mo soldiers came towards him. Their armors were cut open, but no blood spurted out. Only white mist rose from it. Wounds appeared on their chests.

It was too difficult for ordinary Mo Bing soldiers to stop Tang Yin. The latter hardly expended much effort and killed more than a hundred Mo Bing soldiers with slashes and chops. However, the number of Mo soldiers is not small. After killing them one by one, I don’t know how long it will take to kill them!

Tang Yin took a deep breath, released the spiritual energy in his body, and concentrated it on the sickle. In an instant, the sickle suddenly appeared with thousands of rays of light. The dazzling light seemed to rise from the ground like a sunrise. At the same time, the shape of the sickle also changed. Great changes were taking place, strange thorns appeared everywhere, and the irregular shape of the knife became more uneven.

"Kill--" As he shouted, he raised the sickle high and slashed fiercely at the Mo Jun who was pressing closely in front of him.

Ouch!

Before Mo Jun on the opposite side could figure out what was going on, a huge 'god of death' suddenly appeared in front of him. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the God of Death. It is four to five meters tall, suspended in the air, wearing a black robe, and holding a giant bright red sickle. What is particularly terrifying is that its head has no skin and flesh, just a bullet. The bare skull had a strange and terrifying green light shining in its two eye sockets.

The 'God of Death' was covered in black, even the bones of his head were black, and there was black fire all over his body. Along with the 'God of Death', there were strange screams like ghosts and howls.

This is Tang Yin's trump card, the spiritual martial arts skills derived from the spiritual transformation of the soldiers, Ghost Blood Blade? Violence? Three consecutive battles.

The huge phantom was shrouded in dark fire, holding the sickle high, and flew straight towards Mo Jun.

Wherever it passed, Sergeant Mo's soldiers screamed and wailed. All the soldiers touched by it were burned by the fire of darkness, and white spiritual mist emitted from their bodies, killing them on the spot.

On the battlefield, the phantom flew by quickly, like a gust of demonic wind, and a long spiritual mist emerged from behind. The phantom flew from the front of the Mo army to the end of the formation, and then continued unabated until it rushed to Mo In front of the camp gate, the sickle held high by the shadow finally came down, hitting the camp gate with a heavy blow.

A click was heard in the helix of the ear, and sparks flew from the camp gate wrapped in thick iron sheets, trembling up and down. Just after one heavy blow ended, the shadow picked up the sickle again, and there were two more heavy blows in a row.

It wasn't until after three cuts that the huge and terrifying shadow slowly dissipated in the air. But looking at Mo Ying's camp gate again, three cracks were cut out, and then there was another loud bang, and the huge Mo Ying's gate The camp gate collapsed.

Tang Yin's Nether Blood Blade? Violent? Three consecutive attacks not only killed hundreds of Mo soldiers in one breath, but also directly knocked down the gate of Mo camp. The power in it was simply beyond the power of human beings.

Even Tang Yin himself was startled by the violent power of Youhun Blood Blade. After being stunned for a moment, he waved the sickle forward, turned around and shouted: "Brothers, charge!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed out first. As he walked by, he inhaled all the spiritual mist floating in the air into his body. He barely encountered any obstruction and rushed to the gate of Moying smoothly.

Because the camp gate had just collapsed and the dust had not yet dispersed, Tang Yin could not see clearly what was going on inside the camp. He was about to go in when a biting cold wind blew towards him from inside the camp.

Tang Yin was secretly surprised, but he reacted quickly and raised his sickle to block without thinking. Clang! This violent sound of iron collision was like thunder in the clear sky. Tang Yin felt an extremely powerful force pressing towards him like a tidal wave.

He kept his feet on the ground and slid back more than two meters before he stabilized his body. His heart trembled. He looked forward and waited for the dust to gradually dissipate. When the dust settled, Tang Yin could see clearly that there was a Mo general standing behind the gate of Mo Camp.

This man was over six feet tall, with a broad back and broad waist. His whole body was covered with pure white spiritual armor. The spiritual armor was thick and sharp. In his hand, he also held a long spiritual sword. There was a coiled dragon on the handle of the sword, and the dragon head was directly against the blade. This sword was famous, Dragon Soul Slash.

This Mo general was not someone else, but Xiang Wen, the world-famous top general of Mo country, who was as famous as Lian Ge. Looking behind him, the Mo army camp was full of black, all Mo soldiers, and there was no end to it at a glance. It was hard to count whether it was tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

After seeing it, Tang Yin took a breath and blurted out: "Xiang Wen?"

"Haha——" The Mo general laughed with his face up, stepped on the collapsed camp gate, and walked out with a sword. He shook his head and said: "Xu Shuai is indeed as good as a god. Xiang Wen has been waiting here for a long time. I thought that this time I could only wait for the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of Feng country, but I didn't expect that I would wait for the big fish of His Royal Highness Feng Wang!"

Ah! Tang Yin frowned secretly. It turned out that the Mo army was not completely defenseless, but had been on guard for a long time, waiting for their side to attack the rear of the camp! Xu Lengzhi was really powerful! Although he was shocked, he showed no sign of it. He said calmly: "Xiang Wen, you have served two generations of kings of the Mo Kingdom, and you can be regarded as an 'old general' of the Mo Kingdom. You know Shao Fang's character. I advise you to stay away from the tyrant king and get close to the wise king. Give up the Mo Kingdom as soon as possible and join me, Dafeng!"

Xiang Wen laughed angrily, nodded repeatedly, and said: "In fact, Xiang Wen has had this intention for a long time!" Then, he raised the Dragon Soul Slash in his hand and shrugged, saying: "It's just that Xiang Wen's knife won't agree!"

"Humph!" Tang Yin sneered and said: "Good words can't persuade the damned ghost! I respect you as a man, but it's a pity that you don't accept the toast and drink the penalty wine. Today, you can't blame me for being ruthless."

"Haha, King Feng is so arrogant, but it's not certain who will win!" Xiang Wen didn't fall for Tang Yin's trick of fighting a general at all. His heart was as calm as water, and he was not angry, let alone angry.

He turned his head and shouted loudly behind him: "Our soldiers, listen to my order. Today, anyone who kills an enemy soldier will be awarded a great merit. Anyone who kills an enemy general can be promoted three levels and become a noble!"

There is no shortage of brave men under heavy rewards. After Xiang Wen asked, many Mo army soldiers in the rear rushed out of the Mo camp, screaming and shouting as if they were injected with chicken blood.

People's first choice was naturally Tang Yin, but before they got close to Tang Yin, they were blocked by Asan, Asi and other generals.

Tang Yin didn't even look at the wolf-like Mo army soldiers around him. His eyes were always locked on Xiang Wen. He knew in his heart that his real opponent was either someone else or this fierce general of the Mo country.

Xiang Wen raised his sword and walked towards Tang Yin step by step. Before he arrived, his spiritual pressure arrived first. Spiritual pressure is invisible, but the spiritual pressure emitted by Xiang Wen is like a tangible one. As he walked, the dust on the ground was rolled into the air and flew forward.

When he was ten steps away from Tang Yin, he could not move anymore. His spiritual pressure had already come into contact with Tang Yin's spiritual pressure.

Before they could start fighting, the spiritual pressures of the two began to clash. Even though Tang Yin's cultivation was not as high as Xiang Wen's, it was not much worse. As both were top-level spiritual martial arts masters, the spiritual pressure duel between the two was also very exciting.

Under the strong pressure generated by their spiritual pressures, the dust on the ground kept flying up and swirled back and forth in the air five meters away from the two. After the dust on the ground was completely dispersed, cracks began to appear on the ground. At first, there was only one crack, but as time went on, the cracks on the ground became more and more. Then, broken soil and stones slowly rose from the ground. Under the pressure of the two spiritual pressures, they gradually broke into powder and mixed into the dust.

At this time, the ordinary Feng Jun and Mo Jun could not get close to the two. When they rushed to five steps away from them, it was as if they were blocked by an invisible and colorless wall, and it was difficult to move forward half a step.

The spiritual pressure duel was a pure test of cultivation, but Tang Yin, who was not as good as Xiang Wen in cultivation, naturally suffered a disadvantage. Gradually, sweat began to seep out of his forehead and his body was trembling slightly. On the other hand, Xiang Wen, who was opposite him, was calm and composed, without any sense of exertion.