Chapter 722 "Tang Yin Tang Yin" Ye Zhuo finally couldn't bear it anymore, his mind collapsed, he waved his fists wildly, yelling and tearing Tang Yin around him. 78 no pop-up window update fast But after a Tang Yin is broken up by him, there will be more Tang Yin illusions, endless, endless, as far as the eye can see, there are Tang Yin's figures between heaven and earth, and I don't know if there are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.
Ye Zhuo roared and roared, one moment rushing to the east, the other to the west, running and fighting until he was exhausted and could no longer use any strength.
He lay limply on the ground, panting, sweat soaking through his clothes.
At this time, the thousands of Tang Yin around him gathered around him, with the same expression on their identical faces, talking and laughing, Ye Zhuo closed his eyes and didn't want to look, but many Tang Yin figures could still appear in his mind.
He screamed in a hoarse voice, raised his hand, and slashed at his eyeballs, and with two flutters, the two bloody eyeballs were actually gouged out alive by himself.
He hid his face with his hands and howled and rolled on the ground.
And at this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, and a familiar voice came faintly: "Is it painful, it's all over, take a rest" "Master" Ye Zhuo stopped screaming, opened his bloody and black eyes, looked at the white shadow in front of him, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, blood and tears continued to flow out of the eye hole, and he said in a trembling voice: "Master save me" The white shadow did not take his hand, but reached out to his chest socket, and the straight palm of the hand was like a knife, straight into his heart.
Ye Zhuo felt a sharp pain all over his body, and then, he didn't know anything.
Outside of the Shadow Hell, Tang Yin was standing in front of Ye Zhuo, and while the knife in his hand pierced through Ye Zhuo's heart, the Dark Fire also refined all the essence in his body into aura, and finally was sucked into his body.
This is the terrible thing about the Shadow Hell, when you are caught in it, even if the enemy is standing in front of you, close to you, and you can't see anything, you can't feel anything, everything you see and hear is an illusion.
Of course, the Shadow Hell is not invulnerable, for some people with deep concentration, the impact of the Shadow Inferno will be much smaller, if his cultivation is also deep enough, he can completely determine the true body of the caster, and forcibly break through the Shadow Phantom Prison and directly attack the caster's true body.
In addition, when Tang Yin cast the Shadow Phantom Prison, he himself had to cast a large amount of aura, at this time he was extremely weak, if he was attacked by the spirit martial arts master, the consequences would be equally unimaginable, which was why he did not dare to cast the Shadow Phantom Prison on Lu Yong.
Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo, the two personal disciples of Huangfu Xiutai, both died in Tang Yin's dark fire, while clearing the obstacles for the Feng Army, they also provided Tang Yin with a rich spiritual energy, raising his current cultivation by a large margin.
Let's say that on the battlefield, whether it is the Feng Army or the An Army, people are dumbfounded by this incredible scene that happened in front of them.
They couldn't see the Shadow Hell, they only saw Ye Zhuo first stabbing his ears, and then frantically gouging out his eyes.
People were dumbfounded, such a scene of self-mutilation, unseen and unheard of, even onlookers were so frightened that their hairs stood on end, and they were covered in hair, as if they were trapped in an ice cellar.
In the eyes of everyone, Ye Zhuo is simply crazy, as for why he went crazy, no one can say, maybe it was watching his senior brother being killed that caused him to fall into madness When Tang Yin stepped forward and ended Ye Zhuo's life with a hand knife, whether it was Fengren or Anren, they all sighed, if Ye Zhuo didn't die again, I'm afraid that these spectators would not be able to stand the stimulation and go crazy.
One of the soldiers in the security army threw the weapon in his hand to the ground, and soon, the surrounding security soldiers also threw away the weapon in their hand, and they looked at Tang Yin on the opposite side blankly, and it became extremely difficult for them to breathe.
For them, Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo's spiritual martial arts are as strong as gods, and in front of Tang Yin, one of them was killed and the other was scared crazy, how can this battle continue to be fought on their own, I am afraid that it is not enough to even stuff people's teeth.
For a time, the sound of throwing away weapons in the camp of the Angolan army came and went, and a large number of An's soldiers completely lost their fighting spirit and surrendered without a fight.
Su Yang and Qin Feng glanced at each other, and then looked at the soldiers around them who were like ashes and had no morale, and shook their heads secretly, the two of them didn't even stop them, and without saying a word, they turned around and ran in the direction of the Chinese army.
Looking at Su Yang and Qin Feng who were fleeing, Tang Yin couldn't raise the interest of chasing and killing, and turned his head sideways to Bai An and Yan Yan behind him and said, "Next, I'll leave it to you, is there any more problem?"
Bai An and Yan Yan recovered from the shock, and the two looked at Tang Yin with blank eyes, slowly shook their heads, and said in a trembling voice: "No, the king."
"The king in front of me is more unfathomable than the king when he was in the Lingwu Academy, and he is also more terrifying and terrifying "Then go do what you have to do" Tang Yin dissipated the spirit armor on his body and nodded to the two of them with a smile.
"It's the king" Bai An cheered up, answered, and then waved his arm to the surrounding wind army, shouting: "Brothers, follow me into the enemy and kill" The soldiers of the Feng Army, who had "roared" and boosted their morale, shouted in unison, and followed Bai An and Yan Yan to rush forward to kill.
In fact, the number of wind troops commanded by Bai An and Yan Yan is not large, but at this time, the disadvantages of the An army's camp being too large and too many obstacles are revealed.
The two generals Su Yang and Qin Feng, who had just fled back to the Chinese army, had to come out to fight again at this time, and the two fought against Shang Bai An and Yan Yan respectively, and fought together again.
They can still go up to the top, as for the An army below, they can't withstand the impact of the wind army at all, although the An army has an absolute advantage in numbers, but it is still defeated by the wind army.
Cui Tu, who was sitting in the Chinese army, had his whole heart in his throat, and from time to time asked the generals around him why the soldiers of the eastern, western, southern, and northern battalions had not rushed over to reinforce him The generals grinned secretly, such a large battalion array, and there are so many earthen walls and ditches embedded in it, and it will take time for the soldiers of the fourth battalion to rush back But no one dared to say that Cui Tu was not in the array, so he could only deal with it head-on: "General, the reinforcements are about to arrive, the general wait."
"When is the time when the Wind Army has already been killed," Cui Tu roared with a red face and a thick neck.
He had fought side by side with the Wind Army, and he knew that the Wind Army was strong in hand-to-hand combat, which was not something that his own soldiers could resist at all.
The partial generals looked at each other, looked at each other, and finally one of the partial generals who was closest to Cui Tu had the courage to persuade: "General, now that Mr.
Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo have been killed, our army has actually been defeated, so the general should order the withdrawal of the army."
Before he finished speaking, the horse whip in Cui Tu's hand had already been whipped on his helmet, and he said angrily: "Isn't it possible that our army can't fight without the help of Shenchi's disciples, who dares to say the word withdrawal again, this commander will not be spared?"
The beaten general lowered his head red-faced, and didn't dare to say anything more, of course, he didn't agree with Cui Tu's words in his heart, knowing that he was invincible, he still had to fight hard, isn't this a joke with the lives of the whole army Now, the Feng army that has entered the camp has been fighting with the An army, and the two sides have no formation at all, and it is completely a big melee with dogs' teeth, and this is exactly what the Feng army is best at.
As the battle continued, the number of dead and wounded An troops increased, and gradually, people were afraid and began to slowly retreat, and even the two generals Su Yang and Qin Feng, who resisted Bai An and Yan Yan, also showed their invincibility and were forced to retreat again and again.
At this point in the battle, in Tang Yin's opinion, the overall situation has been decided, he retreated to the main formation of the wind army, and then sat cross-legged in the crown of the car, meditating with his eyes closed.
Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo had too much spiritual martial knowledge that he needed, and there was also too much information about the Divine Pool, which he needed to search for and absorb and master little by little.
While he was meditating, Ren Xiao slowly walked to the side of the car, looked at Tang Yin for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, are Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo already dead?"
"Yes."
Tang Yin sat there without moving, his eyes did not open, and said slowly: "As you said, good words are difficult to persuade damned ghosts, and their deaths are no wonder to others, let alone Brother Ren." ” "But the two of them are disciples of Shenchi after all."
Ren Xiao sighed lightly.
"I think there is also good and evil in the divine pool, isn't it also a good thing to remove its dross and keep its essence," Tang Yin said indifferently.
"Actually, Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo are not bad people, and the reason why they participated in the battle of Feng'an is really helpless."
Tang Yin shrugged his shoulders and said that there was no way to do it.
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Then, he opened his eyes slightly and asked, "How many disciples are there in the Huangfu Xiutai?"
"Let's say there are two or three hundred."
"Two, three hundred" This is still to say that Tang Yin was shocked, and subconsciously asked: "Everyone is like Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo" Ren Xiaole shook his head and said, "Of course it's not Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo's personal disciples.
There are eleven disciples of Elder Huangfu, Lu Yong is fifth, Ye Zhuo is seventh, and Jiang Banxue, who His Royal Highness has taken in, is eleventh.
As for the other disciples, they are no longer passed down by Elder Huangfu, and their strength is much worse than that of Lu Yong, Ye Zhuo and others. ” "I see" Tang Yin sighed, if the two or three hundred disciples of the Huangfu Xiutai were like Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo, then he would not have to fight against the Huangfu Xiutai, he didn't even have to go out in person, he just had to send the apprentices out and he would be helpless.
He said with a smile: "Fortunately, there are only eleven disciples of the old man's personal lineage, and now three have been lost, so there are only eight left. ”: