Chapter 138 Pounce, pounce, pounce and arrow rain intensively, for a time, the sound of arrows into the flesh was endless, and the barbarians and people crowded in front of the city gate fell a large area.
This was only the beginning, and more arrows followed, mercilessly killing all life in front of the gates.
In the blink of an eye, the ground was full of arrows, corpses were stacked on top of each other, blood pooled on the ground, gurgling into the moat.
In front of the city gate and on the drawbridge, cries, cries, cries for help, and screams of pain came and went.
The frightened people outside the city were still frantically squeezing into the city, and the drawbridge could not be lifted for a long time, seeing that Tang Yin's cavalry was about to rush to the front, the barbarians responsible for defending the city were also decisive, turning the knife edge, and killing the people on their own side, and they simply withdrew from the drawbridge, and then the gate was transported, with the sound of the rattling chain being tightened, the drawbridge slowly lifted, and the corpse lying on it rolled into the moat like a dumpling.
If they were allowed to put away the drawbridge, Tang Yin and the others would not want to rush into the city again, and the plan for a sneak attack would also fail.
When the suspension bridge was slowly raised, Tang Yin took the lead in rushing to the front, at this time, the suspension bridge was more than two meters high from the ground, Tang Yin quickly pulled out the double knives, merged them together, and turned into a sickle, and then, he carried the knife in one hand, and pulled the reins of the war horse like a shadow with the other hand, and shouted: "Get up" call Ruying comprehended the master's intentions, bent his legs, kicked the ground violently, jumped into the air, and flew forward, not only jumping over the moat, but also jumping onto the suspension bridge, before the war horse landed, Tang Yin's knife had already been swung out.
With the crisp sound of clicking and clicking, the sickle slashed at the two iron chains of the suspension bridge, and the iron chain with the thickness of Chengren's arm was broken under the hard scythe, and the suspension bridge that was raised high also fell down with a bang. strike Tang Yin stepped off the war horse and landed on the suspension bridge, and this single-handed charge shocked everyone present.
However, Tang Yin didn't stop for a moment, the sickle in his hand swept suddenly, and the spiritual wave shot out, and before the barbarians and people crowded at the gate of the city could react, more than a dozen people were cut in two.
Seeing this, the barbarians finally reacted, frightened and frightened, and ran into the city crying and screaming, because there were too many people here, people crowded, people pushed people, and they were huddled together, and no one could run.
With them in the way, it forms a big meat shield, and Tang Yin and the others can't get in if they want to.
But there was no time for them to consume, Tang Yin handed the sickle to his left hand, stretched out his right hand flatly, and the black mist surrounded his palm, instantly forming a black ball of light.
With a shake of his wrist, a black ball of light flew into the crowd and smashed on the head of a middle-aged man.
Through the black fog, you can vaguely see that the middle-aged man's body has become jet black, and it begins to expand rapidly, like a balloon that is constantly inflating, the body swells to several times the original size, and then, it really explodes like a balloon.
The fragmented black flesh flew in all directions, drenching the faces of the people around them, and the people affected by it were then wrapped in the black mist, their bodies expanded, and finally overloaded, exploded with a bang, and then the flying black flesh and blood spread to more people It's like a plague, and if it hits, it will inevitably kill and spread to more people.
The skill that Tang Yin used was one of the three major skills of the Shadow Department of the Dark Martial Arts, the Shadow Spell.
Shadow Drift, Shadow Clone, and Shadow Spell can be called the three major skills of the Shadow System, each of which naturally has its own uniqueness, especially Shadow Drift, which is widely used by Shadow Cultivators, and the Shadow Charm is a very vicious spiritual skill, which is not practical on the battlefield, mainly because this skill is not controlled by the caster, and it is impossible to kill the enemy regardless of you and me.
Of course, it was easy to get it to stop, as long as the people around it quickly retreated and not be affected by the flesh mixed with the dark aura.
At this time, the city gate was blocked by barbarians, and he couldn't rush in if he wanted to, so Tang Yin had to use a shadow spell to blow up the crowd.
Seeing this scene, without Tang Yin stopping them, the wind army didn't dare to rush forward if they wanted to, and even the war horses that stepped down were retreating vigorously.
There were so many people blocking the city gates, and under the ravages of the shadow spell, there was no one left alive in the blink of an eye, only black blood and rags all over the ground.
Tang Yin looked back and saw that his soldiers were all looking at the city gate in a daze, including the Shangguan brothers and Lotteney.
He gritted his teeth and shouted, "What are you waiting for?"
While speaking, Tang Yin had already ridden his horse and rushed into the city of Besa.
The wind army woke up from the shock, looked at Tang Yin's back, and couldn't help the hairs in their hearts, fortunately, the adults were their own adults, not enemies, otherwise all the soldiers looked at each other, and then shouted in unison, urging the horses to follow Tang Yin and rush into the city.
The 4,000 cavalry is insignificant compared to the huge city of Besa and millions of people, but they came too suddenly, and they were too vicious, killing people when they saw them, and cutting them when they met people, regardless of whether the other party was a soldier or an ordinary person.
Tang Yin turned his head sideways and said to the Shangguan brothers: "Yuan Wu, you take 1,500 brothers to the left to kill, Yuan Biao, you take 1,500 brothers to kill to the right, and the rest will come with me."
He led a thousand cavalry and rushed directly to the main road in the center of the city of Bessa, killing the palace at the end of the main road.
Tang Yin was right, in order to gather an army of 200,000, the city-state of Besa used all the troops that could be used, and there were no more available troops in the capital except for a few thousand defenders.
They struck from the main road, as if they were in a no-man's land, and on the way they saw only the people of Besa fleeing in all directions, and did not encounter a single soldier.
Walk through the main road and look ahead to the royal palace of Besa.
The palace of Besa can be described as splendid, the wealth of the surrounding countries plundered for many years is basically gathered here, there is a high palace wall outside the palace, looking inside, the buildings in the palace are tall and majestic, covering a vast area, naturally giving people a sense of oppression.
This is the royal palace of Besa, the command center of the repeated invasions of the Windy Realm.
Tang Yin looked at it, his qi and blood boiled, and his eyes exposed outside the spirit armor gradually turned scarlet.
At this time, the palace had already been alerted to an enemy attack, and the gates of the palace were tightly closed, and the palace walls were full of palace guards.
Tang Yin and the others had just come forward, arrows rained down on the city wall, and more than a dozen wind soldiers were not well prepared, and they were shot into hedgehogs by people and horses, and died tragically in front of the palace gate.
Although Tang Yin has a spirit armor to protect his body, he is not afraid of arrows, but the war horse that stepped down was not protected by spirit armor.
He turned over and dismounted, dragged his scythe and rushed straight over, and the barbarian's rain of arrows immediately concentrated on him alone.
The dense array of arrows was really like raindrops, Tang Yin waved the sickle in his hand and dialed the arrows, but there were still arrows that passed through the sickle from time to time and were nailed to his body.
The tip of the arrow hit the spirit armor, clanging, and Tang Yin's body would also be affected by his habitual surname, and he involuntarily took a few steps backwards.
The endurance of the spirit armor is not unlimited, and it will be broken if it is continuously hit by sharp weapons, Tang Yin's current cultivation has reached the spirit yuan realm, and the spirit armor on his body is tough enough, but under such a dense array of arrows, he still does not dare to be careless, and reluctantly takes a few steps forward, and then casts a shadow floating, first flashing to the foot of the wall of the palace wall, and without waiting for the barbarian guards to react, he once again cast a shadow drift and appeared on the palace wall.
Close melee combat is Tang Yin's forte, the scythe and his body are shrouded in dark fire, and then, rushing into the camp of the barbarian guards, wielding the scythe, and killing the world.
The guards on the palace wall are very combative, but relatively speaking, they are not spiritual cultivators after all, and the palace walls are narrow, and there are too many people to exert them.
The battle had not lasted long, and hundreds of barbarian guards had already died from the burning of the dark fire, turning into spiritual mist and inhaling Tang Yin's body.
Many other people didn't even move their hands in the chaos, and they were squeezed off the palace wall, and their bones were broken.
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The enemy on the palace wall was restrained by Tang Yin, and the wind army below took the opportunity to kill it, the palace gate of the palace was a wooden door wrapped in iron sheets, and the wind army dismounted one after another, and collided together, only to hear the sound of knocking and knocking, and the palace gate could still withstand it, but the door latch could not hold such a strong impact.
Soon, the latch broke, the palace gate opened, and a thousand wind troops, the tigers from the mountains, swarmed in, or rushed into the palace, or climbed the palace wall, and fought with the barbarian guards.
Seeing that his brother had been killed recently, Tang Yin no longer fought on the palace wall, and flashed down with a shadow drift, striding towards the main hall of the palace.
Before he could enter the gate, two figures flew out of his face.
Tang Yin's eyes were sharp, and when he was about to slash the knife, he found that it was his own soldiers who flew out, he reacted very quickly, and turned the sickle horizontally on the spot, supporting the two wind soldiers who flew out, looking down at the two of them, the leather armor in the lower abdomen had been picked open by a sharp weapon, and the intestines flowed out of the body, and the two of them had their eyes turned around, and they had already died of despair.
Slowly putting down the corpse, Tang Yin raised his head violently, the scarlet in his eyes had turned into bloodthirsty blood red at some point, and between the shaking of his body, he rushed into the main hall of the palace in two arrow steps.
As soon as the person approached, there were two knives in front of him, Tang Yin didn't dodge, he just waved the sickle in his hand, and when he was long, with the collision of two iron weapons, the two slashed spirit knives were bounced away, and at the same time, the two spiritual cultivators who came out of the knife were also shocked back two steps.
Tang Yin raised his eyes to watch, blocking in front of him were two barbarian spirit warriors, wearing spirit armor, spirit knives in their hands, behind them, there were more than 20 barbarians dressed in gorgeous clothes, their ages were not young, looking at the costumes, it should be the ministers of the barbarian state, his eyes crossed these ministers, and then looked inside, on the golden chair in the center of the middle sat a middle-aged barbarian in his early fifties, this person was burly, tall, even if he sat on the chair, he still looked thicker than the people around him, he was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe intertwined with gold and red, with a gold crown on his head and a gold belt around his waist, Sitting on the chair, as steady as Mount Tai, even in the case of the attack on the capital and the destruction of the palace, the expression on his face was not as panicked as the others, and this momentum of imminent danger and solemnity alone was not comparable to others.
No need to ask, just looking at his outfit and domineering momentum, he must be the king of the city-state of Besa.
Tang Yin ignored the two spirit warriors in front of him, but slowly raised the knife in his hand, pointed it directly at the nose of King Besa, and said coldly in the language of the Morpheus Federation: "Today, I want your head Mo":