Vol 2 Chapter 395:

Chapter 395 There is still a long way to go before Mo Ying, Tang Yin abandoned the war horse and quietly went to Mo Ying mō. He lay in the grass inside and outside Moying, and quietly looked across.
As he expected, there were not many Mo troops here, nor were the guards rigorous, and there were very few soldiers in charge of the guards on the wall. It seems that Mo's main force has indeed been transferred to the front battalion to resist the WWII.
This is a good opportunity for our side to break the battalion. If we do not attack at this time, when will we wait? Tang Yin knew what he was thinking about, and then quietly returned to the direct army front, and issued an order for the entire army to attack.
Under the command of Tang Yin, all the troops directly under the command were dispatched, and the tide was generally rushed out from behind Mo Ying.
When they advanced to Mo Ying less than two miles away, a series of alarm sounds came out of Mo Ying. At this time, people in the camp heard shouts of horses and yelled like a fried pot.
Tang Yin was secretly pleased. The more chaotic Mo Ying was, the more defenseless the opponent was, the more likely his own attack tactics were successful. He held the long-changed sickle and rushed to the forefront in front of him. There were also generals A, III, Cheng Jin, Wu Ying and so on.
Soon, a large number of Mo Jun emerged from the city's head, and then, sparse arrows flew from the wall.
Such an arrow array does not pose a threat to Tang Yin. Even if he can't block all of them, scattered shots will not break his spirit armor. With only a blink of an eye, Tang Yin, who took the lead, rushed to a place less than fifty steps away from Mo Ying.
At this moment, just listening to the creak in front, Mo Jun's battalion door suddenly opened, and a thousands of Mo Jun killed from the inside. But as soon as they came out, the battalion door closed immediately, and all these Mo forces were locked out of the battalion.
When Tang Yin saw this, he couldn't help laughing and laughing. Obviously, Mo Jun's battalion was insufficient, and he planned to use a small army to hold his own for a while and win time for the retreat of the main force.
However, how can the thousands of Mo Jun who can withstand his direct army.
Mo Jun killed the battalion, instead of slowing down, Tang Yin instead ran faster. In an instant, he had contacted Mo Jun who had killed the camp.
When Tang Yin's arms waved, a blazing black flame was burning on the sickle. As the blade was cut off, three Mo Bings were also cut off, but there was no blood spurting out, but the white mist rising from the sky. The wound before them ōng came out.
Ordinary Mo Bing soldiers want to stop Tang Yin, that is too difficult, the latter did not take much effort, even chopped, chopped and killed more than 100 Mo Bing. However, the number of Mo Bing is not small. After killing one by one, I don't know when it will be killed!
Tang Yin took a deep breath, released the aura in her body, and concentrated on the sickle. For a moment, the sickle suddenly appeared a thousand rays of light, and the glare seemed to rise from the ground in a rising sun. At the same time, the shape of the sickle When a great change takes place, the strange spines spread, and the irregular knife shape becomes more uneven.
"Kill--" In his loud scream, he raised his sickle high, and slashed at the volleying fiercely at Mo Jun who was pressing in front of him.
Huh!
The opposite Mo Jun hadn't figured out what was going on, and suddenly there was a huge "death" in front of him. It is no exaggeration to call it a of death. It is four or five meters high, suspended in the air, wearing a black robe, and holding a giant bright red sickle. It is especially scary for its head. Without skin, it is a Bare skull, two eye sockets flashing with strange and scary green light.
The ‘death’ is covered with black body, even the bones of his head are black, and the black fire is attached to the whole body, and accompanied by the ‘death’, there is a strange cry like a ghost crying.
This is exactly Tang Yin's killer, the spiritual martial skill derived from the transformation of the soldier's spirit, You hún Blood Blade? Rage? Three consecutive decisions.
The illusion of a huge phantom was shrouded in darkness, holding a sickle high, and flew straight towards Mo Jun.
I saw where it passed, Sergeant Mo's screamed in horror, and wailed all around. Every bō and his soldiers were burned by the fire of darkness, and the spirit mist of Bai Sè was scattered around him.
On the battlefield, the ghostly shadow passed quickly, like a demon wind, and a long spiritual fog emerged from behind. The ghostly shadow flew from the front of Mo Jun to the end of the line, and then continued unabated and rushed to Mo In front of the battalion's battalion gate, the sickle held up by the ghostly shadow finally fell, and it was a heavy split in front of the battalion's gate.
I heard a click in the earwheels, and the camp gate Mars wrapped by the thick iron sheet splattered and trembled up and down. A heavy chop had just ended, and the ghost had turned the sickle again. Clicking and clicking again were two consecutive chops.
Until the three swords were cut, the huge and terrifying ghost image slowly dissipated in the air. You can look at the camp gate of Mo Ying again and split it into three cracks. Then, there was a loud bang and a huge Mo Ying. The camp gate collapsed.
Tang Yin's bloody, violent, and triple-decision not only killed hundreds of Mo Bings in one breath, but also knocked down Mo Ying's gate directly. The power of it was simply beyond human power.
Even Tang Yin himself was startled by the power of Yu Hún? Rage, and for a moment, he waved the sickle in his hand and yelled back, "Brothers, rush!"
He hadn't spoken yet, so he rushed out first, and inhaled all the spirit mist floating in the air within a short while, and rushed to the camp gate of Moying without any obstruction.
Since the camp gate had just collapsed and the quaked dust had not yet dispersed, Tang Yin couldn't see what was going on inside the camp. He was about to go inward, and a bitter cold wind came from the camp.
Tang Yin was surprised, but he responded quickly and never thought about it, standing up a sickle to block. When 啷! This fierce iron collision sounded like a thunderstorm in the clear sky, and Tang Yin felt a powerful force pressing down on him like a row of mountains.
With his feet against the ground, he slid out of the back for more than two meters to stabilize his body and his heart trembled. He looked up and waited until the dust gradually dissipated and the dust settled. Clearly, there was a mo general standing behind the gate of Mo camp.
This man is six feet away, with a tiger-backed waist, a large, rounded waist, and is covered by a pure white armor. The armor is thick and sharp. In his palm, he also holds a long spiritual knife. Around the dragon, the dragon head came straight to the blade, this sword is famous, the dragon spirit cut.
This member Mo Jiang is not someone else. It is Mo Guoguo who is famous in the world. Looking behind him, Mo Jun ’s camp was full of blacks, all of which were Mo Jun. He could not see the margins at a glance, and it was unclear whether it was tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.
Tang Yin looked at it, took a breath, and blurted out: "Ask?"
"Haha--" Namo laughed on his back, stepped on the collapsed camp door, came out with a knife, shook his head and said, "Xu Shuai was as expected as God, and asked Wen to wait here for a long time. I thought this time I can only wait for the Shrimp Soldier of the Wind Country, but I did not expect to wait for His Royal Highness the King Fish! "
what! Tang Yin frowned secretly. It turned out that Mo Jun was not without defense, but had been on the alert, waiting for his own attack after the attack! Xu Lengzhi is so good! Although he was shocked in his heart, but there was no expression in his performance, he said lightly: "To ask, you shì Feng Mo's two generations of kings, can be regarded as Mo's 'veteran', Shao Fang is a man, you know in your heart, King Wang advises you, Yuan Xun Jun, pro-King Yin, give up Mo Guo as soon as possible, and rely on my strong wind! "
He smiled angrily, nodding his head again and saying, "In fact, Xiangqian already had this intention!" Then he lifted up the dragon spirit in his hands and shrugged: "But the sword of Xiangqen didn't agree! "
"Huh!" Tang Yin sneered, and said, "Good words are hard to persuade the ghost! Ben Wangjing is a man, but unfortunately you toast and not eat and punish, you can't blame me for being ruthless today."
"Haha, the King of the Wind has a big tone, but who is dead is not sure yet!" Xiang Wen didn't take Tang Yin's trick at all, his heart was as if he had stopped his water, that is, he didn't get angry, and he wasn't even angry.
He turned his head back and yelled behind him, "Our generals obey orders. Today, whoever kills an enemy soldier, remembers one great achievement, and whoever kills an enemy soldier, he can be promoted to the third rank in a row!"
Under the reward, there is always no shortage of brave men. Asking questions, as many generals in the rear as if they were beaten up, he screamed and roared and rushed out of Mo camp.
People's preferred target is naturally Tang Yin, but before they reach Tang Yin, they are blocked by the winds of Asan and Asi.
Tang Yin did not look at the generals of Mo Jun who looked like a wolf. Tiger's gaze has always been locked on Xiang Wen. He knew in his heart that his real opponent was not someone else, or the Mo Guo Meng general.
Raised the knife to Wen, and walked towards Tang Yin step by step. Before anyone arrived, the pressure came first. Spirit pressure is intangible, but the spirit pressure emitted by Xiang Wen is like a shape. Www.EbookFREE.me ~ As he walks, the dust on the ground is rolled up into the air and flies forward.
When he walked ten steps away from Tang Yin, he couldn't move anymore, and his spiritual pressure had come into contact with Tang Yin's spiritual pressure.
Without waiting, the pressure of the two started the confrontation first. Tang Yin ’s Xiu Wei ’s performance is not that bad even if he does n’t ask Xiang Gao. He is also a top Lingwu master.
Under the strong pressure caused by the pressure of the two of them, the dust on the ground kept flying up and back and forth in the air five meters away from the two. After the dust on the ground was scattered, the ground began to crack. But as time goes on, the ground's cracks are getting more and more. Then, the broken soil blocks and stones slowly rise from the ground. Under the pressure of two pressures, they gradually break into powder and mix with In the dust.
At this time, the ordinary Feng Jun and Mo Jun were not nearly close to the two of them, and when they rushed five steps away, it seemed as if they were blocked by an invisible and invisible wall.
The decisive confrontation is a simple competition, but Tang Yin, who is not as good as Xiang Wen, naturally suffers. Gradually, his forehead has oozed with sweat and his body is shaking slightly. Restless, without the slightest effort. @。