Chapter 395 It was still a long way from Mo Ying, so Tang Yin abandoned his war horse and quietly touched Mo Ying.
He lay on his stomach in the grass a mile away from Mo Ying, and quietly looked to the opposite side.
As he expected, there were not many Mo troops here, and the guards were not strict, and there were few soldiers in charge of guarding the wall, and it seemed that the main strength of the Mo army had indeed been transferred to the front camp to resist the Hundred Battles Army.
This is a good opportunity for his own side to break the camp, not to attack at this time, and wait for when Tang Yin will know in his heart, and then quietly return to the main position of the army directly under him, and give the order for the whole army to attack.
Under the command of Tang Yin, all the directly subordinate troops were dispatched and rushed out from the rear of the Mo battalion like a tide.
When they advanced to less than two miles away from the Mo camp, a series of sirens were heard in the Mo camp.
Tang Yin secretly rejoiced in his heart, the more chaotic Mo Ying was, the more defenseless the other party was, and the more likely his own sneak attack tactics would be.
He held the long sickle after the spiritualization, and rushed to the front in the lead, and there were Ah San, Ah Si, Cheng Jin, Wu Ying and other generals on his left and right.
Soon, a large number of Mo troops emerged from the city, and immediately after, sparse arrows flew down from the wall.
Such an arrow array did not pose a threat to Tang Yin, even if he couldn't block all of them, a few sporadic shots on him couldn't break his spirit armor.
In the blink of an eye, Tang Yin, who was in the lead, had already rushed to a place less than fifty steps away from Mo Ying.
At this moment, only hearing the creaking sound in front of him, the door of the Mo army's camp suddenly opened, and a group of thousands of Mo troops came out from inside.
However, after they came out, the camp gate was immediately closed, and all these Mo troops were locked out of the camp.
Seeing this, Tang Yin couldn't help laughing twice, it was obvious that the rear battalion of the Mo army was insufficient, and he planned to use a small group of soldiers to contain his own side for a while, so as to win time for the retreat of the main army.
However, how could the thousands of Mo troops be able to resist their own direct army.
When the Mo army came out of the camp, Tang Yin did not slow down, but ran faster.
In an instant, he had come into contact with the Mo army who had come out of the camp.
Between Tang Yin's arm swings, a raging black flame burned on the sickle, and as the blade slashed out, the three Mo soldiers who came in front of him were cut open with their breastplates, but no blood spurted out, just a rising white mist emerged from the wounds on their chests.
Ordinary Mo soldiers wanted to stop Tang Yin, it was too difficult, the latter almost didn't have much effort, and even slashed and slashed, slashing and killing more than 100 Mo soldiers.
However, the number of Mo soldiers is not small, and after killing them one by one, I don't know when I will have to kill them Tang Yin took a deep breath, released the aura in his body, and concentrated on the sickle, and in an instant, the sickle suddenly appeared with ten thousand rays of light, and the dazzling light seemed to rise a round of sunrise on the ground, and at the same time, the shape of the sickle was also changing dramatically, strange thorns were born, and the already irregular knife shape became more uneven.
"Kill" In his shout, he raised his sickle high and slashed at the Mo army who was pressing down in front of him.
Oh Mo Jun on the opposite side hadn't figured out what was going on, and suddenly there was a huge death in front of him.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a god of death, it is four or five meters tall, suspended in the air, dressed in a black robe, holding a huge bright red scythe, and what is particularly terrifying is its head, which has no flesh and skin, is a bare skull, and its two eye sockets are flashing with a strange and terrifying green light.
The Grim Reaper's body was black, even the bones of his head were black, and there was black fire attached to his body, and along with the death appeared a strange cry like a ghost's cry.
This is Tang Yin's killer feature, the spirit martial arts skill derived from the transformation of the spirit of the soldier, the ghost blood blade rage three consecutive duels.
The huge phantom that was conjured up was shrouded in the dark fire, holding its scythe high, and flew straight towards Mo Jun.
I saw that wherever it passed, the soldiers of Mo screamed and wailed in all directions, and all the soldiers affected by it were burned by the dark fire, and white spiritual mist was emitted from their bodies, and they were killed on the spot.
On the battlefield, the phantom swept by quickly, like a gust of demonic wind, and a long spiritual mist was released from behind, and the phantom flew from the front of the Mo army to the end of the formation, and then went unabated, until it rushed to the front of the camp gate of the Mo camp, and the sickle held high by the phantom finally fell, and it was a heavy blow to the camp gate.
In the ear chakra, a click was heard, and the sparks of the camp gate wrapped in thick iron sheets splashed, trembling up and down, and a heavy slash had just ended, and the phantom turned the sickle again, and there were two consecutive heavy slashes with click, and two consecutive heavy splits.
It wasn't until the three slashes were completed that the huge and terrifying phantom slowly dissipated in the air, but looking at the camp gate of Mo Ying, three cracks were forcibly split, and then, there was a loud bang, and the huge gate of Mo Ying's camp collapsed.
Tang Yin's ghost blood blade furious triple duel not only killed and injured hundreds of Mo soldiers in one go, but also directly knocked down the gate of the Mo camp, and the power in it was simply beyond the power of manpower.
Even Tang Yin himself was startled by the furious power of the Ghost Blood Blade, and after a moment's pause, he swung the scythe in his hand forward, turned around and shouted, "Brothers, rush" Before he finished speaking, he rushed out first, and in the middle of his walk, he inhaled all the spiritual mist floating in the air into his body, almost without any hindrance, and smoothly rushed to the gate of Mo Ying's camp.
Because the camp gate had just collapsed, and the dust that had been shaken up had not yet dispersed, Tang Yin couldn't see clearly what was going on in the camp, he was just about to go inside, and suddenly, a biting cold wind hit him head-on from inside the camp.
Tang Yin was secretly taken aback, but he reacted quickly, and without thinking about it, he raised his sickle to block.
When the sound of a violent iron weapon colliding was like thunder in the clear sky, Tang Yin felt that an incomparably powerful force was pressing on him like a mountain and a sea.
He put his feet on the ground, and slid back more than two meters away to stabilize his body, his heart trembled, he raised his eyes to look forward, and when the dust gradually dissipated and the dust settled, Tang Yin saw clearly that there was a Mo general standing behind the gate of the Mo camp.
This person is six feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a big waist and a round waist, and his whole body is covered by pure white spirit armor, the spirit armor is thick and heavy, with sharp edges and corners, and in his palm, he also holds a long spirit knife, and there is a coiled dragon around the blade, and the dragon's head reaches the blade.
This Mo General is not an outsider, he is the world-famous top fierce general in Mozambique, and Xiang Wen is as famous as Lian Ge.
Looking behind him, the black pressure in the camp of the Mo army was all Mo army, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance, and he couldn't count it if it was tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.
Tang Yin looked at it, gasped, and blurted out: "Xiang Q" "Haha" Na Mo laughed on his back, stepped on the collapsed camp gate, walked out with a knife, he shook his head and said: "Xu Shuai really expects things like a god, and 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 the Wind Country, but I didn't expect to wait for the big fish of His Royal Highness the Wind King."
Ah Tang Yin frowned secretly, it turned out that the Mo army was not defenseless, but had already been on guard, just waiting for his own sneak attack on the camp Xu Lengzhi was so powerful Although he was shocked in his heart, he did not show anything in his performance, he said indifferently: "Xiang Qian, you have served the two generations of kings of Mozambique, and you can be regarded as a veteran of Mozambique, Shao Fang is a person, you know in your heart, this king advises you, Yuan Dujun, King Qinxian, give up Mozambique as soon as possible, and take refuge in my gale."
Xiang Wen smiled angrily, nodded again and again, and said: "Actually, Xiang Wen has long had this intention" Immediately after, he lifted the dragon spirit in his hand, shrugged his shoulders and said: "It's just that Xiang Wen's knife doesn't agree" "Hmph" Tang Yin sneered and said: "Good words are hard to persuade the damned ghost king to respect you as a man, but it's a pity that you don't eat and drink when you toast, and today I can't complain about the ruthlessness of this king's knife." ” "Haha, the Wind King has such a big breath, but who will kill the deer, it's not certain" Xiang Wen didn't eat Tang Yin's radical method at all, and his heart was like stopping water, that is, he was not angry, let alone angry.
He turned his head sideways and shouted behind him: "The officers and men of our army listen to the order, today, whoever kills the enemy soldier will be credited with a great merit, and whoever kills the enemy general can be promoted to three levels in a row and enter the knighthood."
Under the heavy reward, there has always been no shortage of brave men.
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After questioning, many soldiers of the Mozcan army in the rear rushed out of the Mo camp with screams and roars as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.
People's preferred target is naturally Tang Yin, but before they can get close to Tang Yin, they are blocked by Ah San, Ah Si and other wind generals.
Tang Yin didn't even look at the wolf-like Mo soldiers around him, his eyes were always locked on Xiang Wen, and he knew in his heart that his real opponent was not someone else, but this Mo general.
Xiang Wen raised the knife and walked towards Tang Yin step by step, before the person arrived, the spiritual pressure came first.
The spiritual pressure was invisible, but the spiritual pressure emitted by Xiang Wen was as if it was tangible, and as he walked, the dust on the ground was rolled up into the air and flew forward.
When he walked ten steps away from Tang Yin, he couldn't walk, and his spiritual pressure had come into contact with Tang Yin's spiritual pressure. didn't wait for the move, but the spiritual pressure of the two started a duel first.
Even if Tang Yin's cultivation is not as high as Xiang Wengao, it is not far behind, he is also a top spiritual martial arts master, and the duel between the two spiritual pressure is also extremely exciting.
Under the strong pressure generated by the spiritual pressure of the two of them, the dust on the ground continued to fly, spinning back and forth in the air five meters away from the two of them, and after the dust on the ground was scattered, cracks began to come out of the ground, at first it was just one, but as time continued, there were more and more cracks on the ground, and then, the broken clods and stones slowly rose from the ground, and under the squeeze of the two spiritual pressures, they gradually shattered into powder and mixed with dust.
At this time, the ordinary Feng Jun and Mo Jun couldn't get close to the two of them at all, and when they rushed to five steps away, it was as if they were blocked by an invisible and colorless wall, and it was difficult to advance half a step.
The duel of spiritual pressure is a simple competition for cultivation, but Tang Yin, who is not as good as Xiang Qian, naturally suffers in terms of cultivation, gradually, his forehead has oozed sweat, and his body is also trembling slightly
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