Chapter 418

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Zhuifengjian drew out his long sword, and his body shook. The spiritual armor and the spiritual transformation of the weapon were completed at the same time. Then he raised the spiritual sword, pointed it at Tang Yin, and said grimly: "Maybe you have many unusual features, but that doesn't guarantee that you won't follow the footsteps of your men!"

Tang Yin smiled and shook the two knives in his hands casually, saying: "You ran fast last time, this time, you may not be so lucky!" As he spoke, he turned his head and shouted to the dark arrows led by Cheng Jin: "Get out of the way, I will deal with this person. Go check elsewhere to see if there are other enemies. If you find any, kill them without mercy!"

Don't look at Tang Yin's relaxed appearance. In fact, he has no confidence in the face of Zhuifengjian. Zhuifengjian is a spiritual martial arts master of the same level as Shangguan Yuanrang. Not only is he highly skilled in cultivation and unique in spiritual martial arts, but he can also use the spiritual transformation of soldiers. If Anjian fights side by side with him, he is afraid that he will not only be of no help, but will also increase casualties.

"Sir..." Cheng Jin was worried that Tang Yin would stay alone to fight against Zhuifengjian, and wanted to speak, but the latter said decisively: "Stop talking nonsense and follow my orders!"

Hearing Tang Yin's tone was extremely stern, Cheng Jin did not dare to say more. He waved his hand to his subordinates and led the Anjians to slowly withdraw. However, he did not go far, but circled around Tang Yin and Zhuifengjian. As long as there was something wrong, he could help in the first time.

After sending away the Anjians, Tang Yin's originally tense nerves relaxed instead. The temperature of the blood in his body was rising, the blood circulation was accelerating, and his two eyes also faintly emitted a strange green light. Deep down, Tang Yin had a kind of enthusiasm for spiritual martial arts. Once he met a master, he could not suppress the excitement in his heart.

He stood in a T-shaped stance, leaning forward, with his two swords behind his back, ready to attack. Zhuifengjian did not dare to be careless. Although Tang Yin's cultivation was not as high as his, the difference was not very big. More importantly, he was a dark spiritual practitioner, which was very difficult to deal with. It was very difficult to kill a dark spiritual practitioner with deep cultivation.

"Kill!"

Tang Yin took the lead. There was a distance of about five meters between him and Zhuifengjian, but he rushed out in one step and almost reached Zhuifengjian. The two swords drew two long electric lights in the air and stabbed straight into Zhuifengjian's chest.

Calling that it was a good time, Zhuifengjian turned his body to avoid the sharp edge of the two swords, and then swept the spiritual sword in his hand out to counterattack Tang Yin's lower abdomen. Tang Yin did not dodge or evade, and ignored the opponent's spiritual sword. The two swords changed from stabbing to slashing, sweeping towards Zhuifengjian's neck.

His life-or-death fighting style, if the opponent can hurt him, he can also hurt the opponent, but because he is a dark spiritual practitioner, even if he is seriously injured, he will not die, but it is not the case with Zhuifengjian, he does not have the courage to fight with a dark spiritual practitioner and both sides will be injured.

Zhuifengjian's body movement is extremely fast, and he has not seen him accumulate strength so much, and the whole person has already flown backwards, and Tang Yin's double swords also cut into the air. He is fast, but Tang Yin is faster. Black mist suddenly rises around him, and then he disappears out of thin air. When he reappears, he has appeared behind Zhuifengjian, and the double swords in his hands stab Zhuifengjian's lower back.

Zhuifengjian's reaction is extremely fast. Tang Yin's sword has just stabbed out, and his sword has already swept back.

Clang!

The spiritual sword hit the spiritual knife, making a crisp sound. The Wind Chasing Sword roared suddenly, and the spiritual sword was lifted up from the bottom, directly hitting Tang Yin's head. The latter crossed his two knives and took the attack downwards. There was another sharp sound of iron collision. Tang Yin felt a strong force coming from the knife. He couldn't control his body and bounced up.

The Wind Chasing Sword was in a dominant position. He slammed his foot on the ground, and his body was like an arrow. He jumped up from the ground and shot straight at Tang Yin in the air. At the same time, the sword in his hand stabbed straight at Tang Yin's heart. Tang Yin had no point of support in the air, and he couldn't dodge. At this time, he performed Shadow Drift again. The Wind Chasing Sword seemed to have stabbed Tang Yin, but in fact it only stabbed his residual image in the air. Tang Yin appeared beside the Wind Chasing Sword, and his two knives came out continuously, either picking or stabbing, or chopping or slashing, and attacked twelve times in a row. The Wind Chasing Sword was caught off guard by Tang Yin's sudden quick knife. He was unable to fight back and could only parry.

Ding, ding, dang, dang—a series of crisp sounds were heard in the air. Almost no human figure could be seen, and only the sparks that exploded when the spiritual weapons collided with each other could be seen. Tang Yin suppressed the Wind Chaser Sword and pressed him back to the ground from midair. With a muffled thud, the Wind Chaser Sword landed on the ground with both feet, and the rocks under his feet were crushed by him.

At the same time, Tang Yin also flew down from the air, and with the inertia of falling, he slashed the top of the Wind Chaser Sword's head with both swords. The latter was also tough and did not dodge, but held the sword horizontally.

Dang, dang! Snap!

This was no longer a collision between spiritual weapons, but a direct confrontation between the two people's spiritual energy. The spiritual pressure generated at that moment broke seven or eight of the strange rocks around the two people, and the field was full of flying sand and rocks, covering the sky and the sun. Under the force of rebound, Tang Yin's falling body bounced back into the air again. The Wind Chaser Sword shouted loudly, jumped out of the big round pit hard stepped on by his feet, and also jumped into the air. This time he was taller and faster than Tang Yin. When he reached the top of the latter's head, he shouted fiercely, "Take my sword too!"

Buzz!

The Wind Chaser used the sword as a knife and chopped down at the top of Tang Yin's head. Tang Yin exerted force on his waist, and his originally upright body suddenly turned sideways, crossing his two swords, and while taking the opponent's spiritual sword, he also kicked out from below.

Dang! Bang!

The heavy blow from the Wind Chaser sword landed firmly on Tang Yin's double swords. The latter's body in the air seemed to turn into a huge boulder in an instant and fell rapidly. With a muffled thump, Tang Yin hit the ground hard, covering the ground. A large deep pit was created, which was two meters long. Even so, the residual momentum still pushed his body five or six meters away, leaving a shocking scratch on the rock on the ground.

And the kick he just counterattacked hit the Wind Chasing Sword's abdomen exactly, and the back was like a kite with a broken string. It bounced back several meters in the air before falling to the ground. When he landed, he broke two stone pillars in succession, and finally After barely holding his body steady, Zhui Fengjian felt a burning pain in his lower abdomen as if it was on fire. At the same time, blood and energy surged up in his body, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out on the spot.

In this continuous exchange of blows and head-on confrontation, neither of them took advantage of the other, and each suffered serious internal injuries.

Tang Yin lay on the ground, took a few breaths, and then jumped up from the ground like a carp. His waist was slightly bent, and while he was panting, he stared at the Chasing Wind Sword opposite him with a pair of green eyes. At this time, the fierce light in Zhuifeng Sword's eyes was also frighteningly bright, and he met Tang Yin's gaze directly.

The two looked at each other silently, neither of them launched an attack easily, and the scene suddenly became surprisingly quiet.

Now, both of them are thinking about how to kill each other. Tang Yin's trump card is speed and weirdness, and Chasing Wind Sword's speed is not slower than him, and its reaction is faster. His two major strengths are difficult to work on the opponent, and Chasing Wind Sword has no good way to deal with Tang Yin. His use of spiritual martial arts skills was of no use and a waste of spiritual energy. He could dodge with just a shadow drift. However, in a head-to-head encounter, Tang Yin's moves were too difficult to figure out. Not only would he not be able to take advantage, but he would also be vulnerable to hidden losses.

After much deliberation, Zhui Fengjian made up his mind and decided to use the weapon's spiritual transformation again.

I saw Zhui Fengjian slowly raising the spiritual sword in his hand, and white mist emitted from his palm. The white mist and the spiritual sword quickly merged and became one. Then, the spiritual sword glowed brightly, and its whole body was crystal clear, as if it had transformed. It turns into a lightsaber, and the scene is beautiful and shocking.

Without any warning, the spiritual sword in Zhui Fengjian's hand suddenly shot out, heading straight for Tang Yin's throat.

The shooting of the Spiritual Sword did not mean that the whole sword flew out, but the sword suddenly stretched out at a speed that was even faster than the Lixian Sword. If it had been anyone else, he would have been shocked by the strange scene in front of him. When he came to his senses, his throat would have been pierced by the spirit sword. However, Tang Yin's response speed was too fast. His body was only slightly turned to one side, and the spirit sword changed. The sharp edge gave way.

But before he could stabilize his body, the spirit sword suddenly changed from stabbing to sweeping, and then slashed towards his neck.

Although the spirit sword changed quickly, it was not as fast as Tang Yin's shadow drifted. The latter's body turned into a black mist and disappeared in front of Zhui Feng Sword. When he appeared, he was already behind Zhui Feng Sword. Knowing that the opponent's spirit sword has completed the spiritual transformation of the weapon, and is ever-changing and endless, Tang Yin no longer wants to simply compete with the wind-chasing sword, but plans to fight in close quarters. In this way, the opponent's spirit sword can be changed. The power of the spiritual soldiers was suppressed to the lowest level.

Tang Yin held his two swords upside down and struck the left and right temples of Zhui Feng Sword with the handles. Chasing the Wind Sword hurriedly lowered his body, retracted the extended spirit sword at the same time, and stabbed Tang Yin behind him. Unexpectedly, Tang Yin didn't give him a chance to stab back. He pushed forward with one knee, and hit the Chasing Wind Sword. At the bend of his knees, the latter couldn't stand and fell to the ground on one knee. Tang Yin reached forward with his arms and strangled the neck of Zhui Fengjian. He retracted his arms with force, and with a creaking sound, The spiritual armor around the neck of Chai Feng Sword was stretched out of shape.

What kind of weird trick is this! Now Chasing the Wind Sword was overwhelmed by Tang Yin's endless strange moves. He used all his strength and kicked the ground with both feet, causing him to fly backwards together with Tang Yin behind him.

Boom! thump!

The two of them knocked down a stone pillar before falling to the ground. Due to the force of the impact, Tang Yin's arms were loosened. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhuifeng Sword suddenly opened Tang Yin's arms, trying to stand up. , but then he realized that Tang Yin's legs were already clasped around his waist. When he stood up, he still brought Tang Yin up.

Before he could recover, the handle of the sword in Tang Yin's right hand hit him hard on the forehead. The blow was so hard that with a crisp sound, the spiritual armor on Zhuifeng Sword's forehead cracked, almost Completely shattered. Zhui Feng Sword screamed in pain, jumped up high on the ground, controlled the spirit sword, and stabbed the top of his head.