Chapter 282 Wu Chao suppressed Tang Yin with his spirit, and was about to take his life with a sword, when suddenly, a pleasant whistle sounded in his ears.
Now the situation on the battlefield is extremely chaotic, there are fierce battles everywhere, and the sound of shouting and killing is earth-shattering, but the strange thing is that the whistle can clearly reach Wu Chao's ears through the deafening battle sound, and what is even more strange is that the whistle is not only not harsh, but makes people have an indescribable sense of peace of mind and comfort.
Wu Chao stood there motionless as if he had been tapped with an acupoint, and the spirit sword raised high did not cut down for a long time.
Tang Yin, who fell to the ground, was ready to bear the heavy blow, and with enough arm strength, the double knives had already been raised, but after waiting for a long time, the opponent's sword had not been chopped, and there was a ticking sound on the knife.
He took a closer look, only to see that blood beads were constantly dripping on the knife he raised, and then looking up, Wu Chao's eyebrows revealed a section of more than four inches long arrow tip, and the blood dripped down the arrow.
The spiritual armor on Hu Wu Chao's body instantly vaporized, turned into a spiritual mist, and flew into the air invisible, at this time, looking at his face again, his eyes had lost their charm, but his expression did not have the slightest hint of pain, but revealed an indifferent and peaceful color.
The corpse fell diagonally in front of Tang Yin's eyes, and the latter could see more clearly that from the back of Wu Chao's head, a golden arrow poked out of his eyebrows.
Jiang Fan's requiem arrow Teng almost fell to the ground at the same time, Tang Yin's side appeared out of thin air, and the one who suddenly appeared was not a bystander, it was Jiang Fan, in his hand, he was still holding a purple gold bow without a bowstring.
"The last general is too late to save the king, so the king is frightened" While speaking, Jiang Fan put the purple gold bow behind his back, and carefully helped Tang Yin up with his other hand, and then asked with concern: "The king is injured" Seeing Jiang Fan, Tang Yin mentioned that his throat and eyes fell back into his stomach, and with Jiang Fan here, he would no longer have to worry about his life.
He waved his hand to Jiang Fan with a wry smile and said, "I'm fine, I was just shocked by this Wu Chao." ” Although he said it easily, Jiang Fan could see that his face was a little unnatural, and he looked around nervously, almost everywhere he looked, there were almost all Zhen soldiers, and now he couldn't tell which Zhen troops were on his side and which were on the enemy's side, Jiang Fan helped Tang Yin and said, "King, there is chaos here, I'll escort the King out first."
Tang Yin shook his head, took a deep breath, pressed the stuffy pain in his chest, and then shook off Jiang Fan's hand, and said with a straight face: "Hou Qiu, the main general of the fortress, is still on the city wall, you go up with me and capture Hou Qiu first."
Capture the thief and capture the king first, as long as Hou Qiu is captured, this battle will soon be over.
Jiang Fan was fearless, but he was worried about Tang Yin's safety, so he frowned and said, "But you, the king."
"I said I'm fine, go with me" Tang Yin didn't give him a chance to say more, carried his double knives, and went straight to the steps of the city wall.
With Jiang Fan by his side, Tang Yin's courage was also a lot greater, even if there were many enemies in front of him, he dared to go forward.
For fear that he would make a mistake in the chaotic battle, Jiang Fan did not dare to leave Tang Yin's side and guarded him tightly.
Tang Yin said simply, follow the steps to kill the city wall, but in fact, it is so easy, the city wall and the steps are full of Zhen soldiers, Tang Yin has not stepped on the steps, and several spears are stabbed in the face.
Without Tang Yin's move, Jiang Fan had already stepped forward first, not dodging or dodging the oncoming spear, but just returning his hand and sweeping a bow.
The jingle spear stabbed at the armor in his chest, making a clashing sound of iron and sparks splashing, but the spear only left a few traces on his armor, and the bow he swept back caused several chaste soldiers to be cut off by the waist, and they tumbled down the steps with a scream.
Jiang Fan took advantage of the situation and approached closely, the purple gold bow in his hand slashed with thorns, and in the blink of an eye, he killed more than 20 people of the Zhen army on the steps.
The sound of the fight on their side attracted the attention of the Zhen army on the city wall, and a commander saw that Jiang Fan was brave and slashed his soldiers like cutting vegetables, he secretly gritted his teeth, silently took off his bow and arrow, aimed at Jiang Fan's head, and raised his hand to be an arrow.
It's okay for him to shoot others with cold arrows, but for Jiang Fan, it's like a class with an axe.
Jiang Fan was so familiar with the whistling sound of the arrow cutting through the sky that he could tell how far away the arrow was from him without even looking at it and just listening to the sound.
At the moment when the arrow was about to hit the top of his head, he raised his hand violently and grabbed it, and with a bang, the rapid cold arrow was grabbed by him.
The aura in his body moved at will, and a glittering spiritual string was born on the purple gold bow in his hand, and he held the cold arrow between his fingers, raising his arm to reflect back.
The commander who pounced on the sneak attack was stunned and stupid by Jiang Fan's series of movements, and when he reacted, the arrow that Jiang Fan shot back was already approaching.
With a muffled sound, the arrow hit him in the face, and the commander didn't even say a word, and fell to the ground on his back, dying of exhaustion.
The soldiers and soldiers around him were all frightened, and people twisted their bows and arrows one after another, and launched a volley at Jiang Fan.
If it weren't for the concern about Tang Yin behind him, Jiang Fan would have already drifted to the city wall.
Worried that the opponent's arrow shot would affect Tang Yin's body, he stood still and did not move, stiffly holding up to let the dozen or so carving feathers nail to his body, but he was not idle, he pulled out a golden arrow from his back, raised his hand to spiritualize it, and turned it into a purple gold spirit arrow, and then did not pause for a moment, did not aim, raised his hand and shot the purple gold arrow.
The purple gold arrow traveled through the air, and instead of the peaceful and pleasant whistle like when Wu Chao was shot just now, it let out a ghostly howl, and the whistle seemed to turn into a steel needle to pierce a person's eardrum, and many Zhen soldiers involuntarily showed a look of pain, threw away their weapons, and covered their ears with both hands.
The purple gold arrow drew a brilliant golden arc in the air, and then passed horizontally through the heads of the dozen or so Zhen soldiers, and in a series of fluttering and fluttering sounds, more than a dozen Zhen soldiers were pierced through the temples, and the corpses fell straight down from the city wall.
Even though it penetrated more than a dozen people, the purple gold arrow was still castrated, and finally with a loud click, it was nailed deep into the arrow stack, and it was no less than three inches deep into it.
This is the power of Jiang Fan's Soul Breaking Arrow.
Enemies in the distance can be shot with arrows, and enemies in close range can be slashed with bows, and encountering an enemy like Jiang Fan who has both long-range attack and close combat is a nightmare for anyone.
In front of Jiang Fan, the morale of the Zhen army was immediately suppressed, and the Zhen soldiers on the steps retreated again and again out of instinctive reaction.
They stepped back and made room for Tang Yin, who rushed forward, swung his double knives, and made continuous moves, either slashing or splitting, or picking or stabbing, each knife was aimed at the vital point, and if he was touched, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.
As long as there are no spiritual cultivators on the other side, they are all ordinary soldiers, and they can't stop Tang Yin's fast knife at all, not to mention that there is an even more terrifying Jiang Fan beside Tang Yin.
The two of them rushed through a bloody road and killed the city.
At this time, there was also a scuffle on the inner city wall, first there was a battle between the defenders and the Leting army, and then the coalition soldiers in the corridor set up a ladder and began to flank the defenders on the inner city wall inside and outside.
At this time, the inner and outer walls of the Longding Fortress were in fierce battles in every place, and there were heart-rending screams in every corner, and the city defense of the fortress had been broken through by the coalition forces.
Hou Qiu, who was commanding the battle on the city wall, couldn't care about the front and back at this time, and couldn't care about the left and right, and he was at a loss for the battle situation in front of him, and there was no way to deal with it.
However, he refused to give up, and he couldn't give up even if he had already received the military order, even if he died in the Dragon Top Fortress, he couldn't take half a step back.
Now he was still yelling and directing his soldiers around him to defend against the coalition forces attacking from the corridor, making a final struggle.
Tang Yin and Jiang Fan, who killed the head of the city, noticed his side at the same time, the two glanced at each other, Tang Yin spoke first: "Jiang Fan, you don't have to protect me, get rid of Hou Qiu now" However, "his side has not yet attacked the city wall, and there are enemy troops all around, so Jiang Fan can rest assured that Tang Yin will be left alone."
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But just as he was about to speak, Tang Yin had already interrupted: "I said that you don't need to protect me, although there are many enemy troops here, you can't help me, you go quickly."
Tang Yin insisted, Jiang Fan had no choice but to obey orders.
He whispered: "The king be careful" Then, his body became weak and disappeared beside Tang Yin.
When he reappeared, he was already in the crowd of Zhenjun more than ten meters away, and with his appearance, there was also a scream in the crowd, and there was a blood mist in the sky, but then, the screams of Zhenjun came from farther away.
When Jiang Fan was there, the surrounding Zhen soldiers were afraid and didn't dare to move forward, but now Jiang Fan suddenly disappeared, leaving Tang Yin alone, and the Zhen soldiers were also bolder, shouting to each other and surrounding Tang Yin little by little.
Facing the many chastity soldiers who were approaching step by step, Tang Yin had no fear, calmly and calmly stretched his muscles and bones, and moved his wrists, when the chastity soldiers were less than three steps away from him, Tang Yin, who was standing in place as steady as Mount Tai, suddenly rushed to the front of the chastity soldiers, and the double knives in his hands also stabbed out.
"Ah" With two near-death wails, the fierce battle began again, and Tang Yin, who could not use spiritual martial arts, stood alone with hundreds of Zhen troops around him.
Let's talk about Jiang Fan on the other side, he continuously cast a shadow drift, and his figure approached Hou Qiu in a flickering appearance.
Hou Qiu, who was commanding the battle, never dreamed that there would be an enemy around him, and when he realized that there was another spiritual pressure fluctuation beside him, Jiang Fan had already arrived in front of him.
The purple-gold bow sliced through the sky and slashed straight at his neck.
Hou Qiu can also be regarded as a good general, and at the last moment, he lowered his body out of instinctive reaction.
The sand purple gold bow whizzed against his scalp, slicing off a palm-sized piece of his helmet.
Hou Qiu was so frightened that he subconsciously exclaimed: "What person":