Tang Yin and Hong Ying fought in one place, and the two fought fast and in the blink of an eye, fighting for more than 30 rounds.
During this period, Tang Yin took the initiative and almost injured Hong Ying under his quick knife several times.
Hong Ying became more and more passive the more he fought, and the more he fought, the more difficult he became, and whenever he was in a desperate situation by Tang Yin, he could only use all his strength to retreat Tang Yin with his spiritual martial arts skills, but in this way, he also greatly consumed his own aura, and after fighting for another twenty rounds, Hong Ying's nose and sideburns were full of beads of sweat.
He knew in his heart that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely lose, and he didn't even know who the other party was, so he was defeated in such a daze, what face did he have to go to the helper, and what kind of face did he have in Akiba Thinking of this, he was in a hurry, and his moves were a little chaotic, but any slight mistake by the master could be fatal, how could Tang Yin let go of this opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's move was messy, he attacked a few knives in a hurry, Hong Ying barely took a few knives in front of him, but the last knife dodged a little slower and half a beat, and was picked up by the blade on the shoulder.
Click The spirit knife was unusually sharp, and it immediately tore a crack in the spirit armor on his shoulder, and scarlet blood gushed out along the crack.
Hong Ying snorted, took a few steps back, and then looked sideways at the wound on his shoulder, his eyes red from bloodshot.
Hong Ying was already a well-known figure in the Ningguo Ranger world when he didn't join the headwind, and he rarely encountered opponents, he even forgot what it was like to be injured, and now he was injured under Tang Yin's knife, Hong Ying was ashamed, angry and hateful, and suddenly roared, and the spirit sword in his hand shot out a dazzling glow.
Under the shroud of dazzling brilliance, the body of the spirit sword was widening and lengthening, and at the same time, two void swords composed of glow and brilliance were born around the spirit sword, the same size as the spirit sword, and they kept rotating around the spirit sword.
This is Hong Ying's Soldier's Spiritual Transformation.
"Kill" Hong Ying shouted in a deep voice, raised his spirit sword, and slashed at Tang Yin.
In the process of the spirit sword falling, the two void swords surrounding it also slashed towards Tang Yin in unison, the latter did not dodge, combined the two swords in his hand into a sickle, and raised the sickle with both hands over the top, and received the opponent's heavy blow.
When, when, when With three crisp sounds in a row, the spirit sword and the two void swords slashed at the shaft of the scythe one after another, and their strength was so strong that even Tang Yin was shocked back three steps.
At this time, he realized that the void sword born by the other party was not a disturbing phantom, but a real physical sword that could hurt people.
Taking three steps back, Tang Yin stood firmly, and until this moment, the scythe in his hand was still vibrating and making a muffled buzzing sound.
The spirit of the so powerful soldier turned Tang Yin turned his wrist that was a little painful, his heart was secretly surprised, and he also added twelve points of caution, his eyes were more green, and he stared at the other party without blinking.
"Take Me Again" Hong Ying was unforgiving, and stepped forward again, the spirit sword in his hand slashed at Tang Yin's head in the air, before the spirit sword arrived, the virtual sword came first, and the two virtual swords turned into two electric lights, stabbing Tang Yin's neck from one left and one right.
Hong Ying must fight quickly, the Spirit of the Soldier becomes too consuming of spiritual energy, and it cannot last for a long time, if he can't kill and injure the enemy during the time of the Spirit of the Soldier, then he will be killed or injured.
Already knowing the power of the opponent's void sword, Tang Yin didn't dare to be careless, so he used all his strength to swing the sickle in his hand to the left and right.
Dang, dang, with two crisp sounds, the sickle knocked out the two virtual swords that flew over, but immediately after, Hong Ying also rushed to Tang Yin's front, and the wide spirit sword stabbed Tang Yin's heart viciously.
He was fast, Tang Yin was faster, and the latter cast a shadow drift, flashing directly from Hong Ying's front to his back, and the scythe swept and slashed towards the opponent's waist.
Hearing that the evil wind behind him was not good, Hong Ying inhaled and jumped forward, which could be seen flashing the edge of the sickle.
Before Tang Yin could keep up with the pursuit, the two void swords that had just been knocked out by him turned back in the air, one stabbing at his Heavenly Spirit Gai and the other at the back of his neck.
Tang Yin reacted extremely quickly, his body turned slightly to the side, first flashed the void sword behind him, and then the scythe swept upward, and then flicked the void sword above his head.
But he was delayed by the Void Sword, and Hong Ying, who jumped out, killed him again, and stabbed seven swords at his vital points.
The strength of Hong Yingbing's spirit is that the two virtual swords that were born, these two virtual swords do not need to be directly controlled by Hong Ying, but they can move the sword at will, when others fight with it, it feels like they are not fighting with Hong Ying alone, but as if they are dealing with three masters at the same time, and the cultivators who are slightly worse in skill and cultivation often have to lose the battle in less than three rounds under the spirit of Hong Yingbing.
At the beginning, Tang Yin was also a little uncomfortable under Hong Ying's spirit of soldiers, and was in a hurry by the two elusive virtual swords, but after dealing with a few moves, he began to gradually calm down, blocking if he could, hiding if he could, but if he couldn't, he used shadow drift to save his life.
He has a much better bottom than Hong Ying in his heart, after all, no matter who uses the spirit of the soldier, it will not last long, as long as he passes this time, the other party's spiritual energy is exhausted, and it will become his own bag.
Soon, Tang Yin's tactics also changed from a hard-hitting rush to an erratic fight, as a result, Hong Ying was in a hurry, and stepped up his offensive, one move after another continuous attack, just wanted to stab the opponent to death with a sword, but under his fast attack, he failed to hurt Tang Yin without saying anything, but made his aura drain faster.
The two of them fought back and forth for more than 20 rounds, Hong Ying's moves gradually slowed down, and even the two virtual swords were not as flexible as they were at the beginning, and Tang Yin was still calm, blocking and dodging the opponent's edge while then drawing cold shots to counterattack one or two swords.
Feeling that the other party was about to run out of oil, Tang Yin, who was originally fighting, suddenly strengthened his strength, and the sickle flew up and down, attacking Hong Ying more than a dozen times in one go.
Hong Ying was startled, and with the help of the two virtual swords, he reluctantly took Tang Yin's fast knives one by one, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Tang Yin's scythe slashed at the top of his head again.
Seeing that the sickle was menacing, and there was a faint sound of thunder, Hong Ying didn't dare to take it hard, and hurriedly dodged sideways.
With a loud click, the scythe did not hit Hong Ying, but cut a large crack in the ground.
Hong Ying thought that there was an opportunity, and the spirit sword swung outward, and the two virtual swords shot out rapidly, separating Tang Yin's left and right chests.
Tang Yin leaned back, his feet were standing on the ground, but his upper body was almost parallel to the ground, and two virtual swords flew in front of him with a strong wind.
As soon as the virtual sword passed, he immediately straightened his body, swished, swept three swords in a row, and divided Hong Ying's upper, middle and lower three ways.
Hong Ying pretended to be flustered, first lowered his head to dodge the knife above, and then blocked with a horizontal sword, taking a knife in the middle, but deliberately pretended to be unable to dodge the knife under his feet, and the surface of his foot was slashed by the blade.
He screamed in pain and fell on his back, Tang Yin stepped forward, raised his scythe, and prepared to slash down.
Hong Ying's purpose was to lure Tang Yin to kill him, and secretly, he controlled the two virtual swords that flew out to fold back and stab Tang Yin in the back.
Who knew that Tang Yin's scythe raised did not slash at him, and at the moment when the two void swords were close to Tang Yin's body, he suddenly shouted, turned around, aimed at the two void swords, and slashed the sickle with all his strength.
Tang Yin's full strength of the heavy knife was terrifying, and no sound could be heard in the ear chakra, but he could clearly see that the scythe caused a fluctuation of the surrounding air when it fell, and the spirit pressure that naturally emanated formed a whirlwind in the temple, and as if there was a kind of suction, everything around it attracted to the blade of the scythe.
In the ear chakra, a deafening sound was heard, and the two virtual swords that flew towards Tang Yin were slashed by the sickle, and then looked at the two virtual swords, the pieces were broken, turned into two balls of silver powder, fell from mid-air, and finally scattered into nothingness.
Hong Ying never dreamed that the other party's cultivation was so high that he could smash his own soldier spirit transformation, and in an instant, the blood on his face receded and became pale, and the body lying on the ground also stiffened, and his eyes looking at Tang Yin were full of fear.
In fact, Tang Yin's cultivation and Hong Ying are between Bozhong, it is impossible to smash Hong Ying's soldier spirit change under normal circumstances, the key is that now Hong Ying's aura is seriously damaged, and the soldier's spirit change has reached the level of the end of a strong crossbow, in this case, the two virtual swords really can't withstand Tang Yin's full force, so they were smashed by him with one sword.
The spirit of the soldier was shattered by the other party, Hong Ying had never encountered such a thing in his life, not to mention hurting the enemy at this time, he didn't even have the courage to fight again, he was stunned for two seconds, he suddenly screamed, jumped up from the ground, didn't say a word, turned around and ran.
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But now that he wants to run, where is it too late Tang Yin shook his body and flashed directly in front of him, blocking Hong Ying's way, he said with a smile: "I have just said that tonight, no one from the Ning Gang can leave" As he spoke, the sickle in his hand had been swung horizontally.
Hong Ying secretly screamed badly, lowered his head to dodge, but before he could get up straight, Tang Yin's sweeping leg under him arrived again.
Hong Ying had an injury on his foot, he was unable to move, he didn't have time to jump, so he could only retreat, but Tang Yin rushed to him with an arrow step, and the distance between the two was so close that the tip of his nose and the tip of his nose were about to touch together.
"Ahh Hong Ying exclaimed, instinctively leaned back, and at the same time raised his hand with a sword, stabbing Tang Yin in front of him.
His sword was only halfway pierced, Tang Yin's head jerked forward, only to hear a snap, and his head was hitting Hong Ying's face.
The latter felt less like he had been knocked down by the other's head, more like a giant hammer had been smashed into his face.
His body was horizontal in the air, and he fell straight to the ground, the spirit armor on his face was shattered, his face was covered with blood, his eyes were scattered, and his limbs were still struggling and supporting, trying to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't stand up, and his supported body finally fell to the ground weakly
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