Chapter 127

  Tang Yin saw this and swung his sword to kill him.

  The barbarian soldiers were searching for the enemy at this time, and when they saw Tang Yin rushing over, they swarmed up to meet him. Soon both sides came into contact with each other, and as soon as Tang Yin arrived, he launched a series of fatal moves. In the flash of his knife, more than ten barbarian soldiers turned into mist, their helmets and clothes scattered on the ground. The other barbarian soldiers were frightened by this sight and suddenly remembered a rumor that had been circulating recently.

  Just as they were stunned, a loud shout came from the rear of the barbarian army: "Make way!" Along with the shout, a barbarian general riding a tall horse rushed out of the crowd and charged towards Tang Yin.

  This man should be the commander of the barbarian troops! Tang Yin sized up the barbarian general, and with just a glance at his suit of spiritual armor and the spiritual knife in his hand, he could tell that this person's cultivation had reached at least the Spiritualization Realm.

  He was sizing up the barbarian general, and the other was also sizing him up. After glancing at Tang Yin from head to toe, the barbarian general slowly raised the knife in his hand, with the blade pointing directly at Tang Yin.

  No need for words, the rough movements were tantamount to throwing down a gauntlet at Tang Yin.

  Tang Yin was good at fighting and would not be intimidated. He spurred his horse forward, charging towards the barbarian general, his knife swinging in a wide arc to strike the enemy's neck.

  The barbarian general was quick in his movements and at the same time urged his horse forward, brandishing his sword horizontally.

  At the same time as the two horses clashed, a deafening loud noise rang out, Tang Yin's warhorse charged forward directly, while the barbarian general was shocked and moved sideways with his horse for half a meter. In just half a round, the outcome of the battle was decided. The barbarian general secretly exclaimed "formidable" and turned his horse around to launch another attack, stabbing his knife straight at Tang Yin's chest.

  Tang Yin dodged to the side on horseback, and in the instant when the two horses passed each other, he counterattacked with a backhand knife strike, slashing at the barbarian general's occipital bone. The barbarian general was startled and hastily leaned forward, whoosh! The scimitar swept past his head, almost touching it; if he had dodged any slower, his head would have been chopped off by this blade.

  After one round, the barbarian general had already broken out in a cold sweat. The opponent not only had high cultivation and quick hands, but also had strange and unpredictable moves, making him extremely difficult to deal with. However, the barbarian general did not dare to retreat even half a step. At this moment, the Beast King Town was being ambushed by the enemy, and the morale of the troops was in great disarray. As the main general, if he were to fear the enemy and avoid battle again, it would only lead to a further collapse of the soldiers' morale, which would be even more disadvantageous for their side.

  At this time, the barbarian general has no way out, and must fight whether he wants to or not.

  He let out a loud roar, urged his horse on faster, and with a flourish of his sword, charged straight at Tang Yin.

  This time, Tang Yin did not dodge again, and with a horizontal swing of his scythe, he met the attack head-on.

  Dong Dong!

  Another loud crash of metal, the barbarian general felt as if his knife was chopping into a giant stone, causing both wrists to ache and go numb, with pain radiating from the tiger's mouth. Just as the two horses were about to collide, Tang Yin's sickle knife swept out horizontally again. The barbarian general couldn't retract his knife in time and could only lower his head to dodge once more. Little did he know that this time, Tang Yin was using a feint, sweeping the knife past but immediately retracting it. As the knife retracted, it coincided with the barbarian general straightening his body, and all he heard was a crisp "pa" sound as the handle of the sickle knife smashed into the top of the barbarian general's temple.

  The force of this blow was too great, the savage general's helmet on his head shattered with a loud noise, and he himself was unable to sit steadily on his horse due to inertia, and fell off sideways.

  Thud! The burly general's massive body crashed heavily to the ground, producing a dull thud.

  He fell heavily to the ground, without even catching his breath, and immediately got up again. Looking at the barbarian general, the helmet on his head was gone, his hair was disheveled, blood flowed from his forehead, covering his entire face, and he looked extremely disheveled.

  "I want your head!" Tang Yin pulled on the reins and jumped off his warhorse, drawing his sword as he charged towards the barbarian general.

  Perhaps due to the severe impact on his head, Manchu saw Tang Yin rushing towards him, standing still and unresponsive, without raising his sword to fight back or turning around to escape, looking like a fool.

  Tang Yin's mouth corners rose high, and with a few swift steps, he arrived right in front of the barbarian general. The knife in his hand also swung up with the momentum, as if about to chop down.

  At this moment, the barbarian general suddenly raised his head, and his two eyes, which were full of bloodshot and turned scarlet, stared at Tang Yin tightly. At the same time, the spiritual knife in his hand suddenly flashed a dazzling light from bottom to top, and was thrust out.

  As the Ling Knife was raised, countless spiritual waves were generated, covering the sky and shrouding Tang Yin.

  These thousands of spiritual waves were fine and small, like a handle of invisible flying knives, woven into a huge net, leaving no room for escape.

  It's too fast, the distance between the two is also too close, when Tang Yin realizes it's not good, countless spiritual waves have arrived in front of him, he doesn't even have time to cast Shadow Drift.

  This is the ultimate technique of Guangming Sect's Ling Wu - Spirit Disorder Wind.

  There are not many practitioners who cultivate this skill, it's not that it's impractical, on the contrary, the power of Lingyuanfeng is too great, to the point where it consumes a large amount of spiritual energy from the practitioner. A practitioner who has reached the Spiritualization Realm will have their internal spiritual energy depleted after using Lingyuanfeng, and by the time they gather enough spiritual energy to support themselves in battle again, that period of time would be enough for their opponent to kill them multiple times over.

  It's a life-or-death skill where either you die or I perish.

  Now Man Jiang has been forced into a desperate situation by Tang Yin, and his kung fu is no match for Tang Yin's. In terms of skill, he is even more inferior to Tang Yin. He can only stake everything on one last gamble, unleashing the "Spirit Wind" technique to see if he can send his opponent to his death.

  His trick really worked, Tang Yin suffered a great loss due to his carelessness, thinking that the opponent was knocked unconscious by his own knife, never expecting that the barbarian general would deliberately lure him closer to launch a fatal attack.

  Even with his Lingyuan boundary's spiritual armor, he couldn't withstand the spiritual chaos. The wind's impact, countless spiritual waves struck Tang Yin's spiritual armor, the cracking sound was incessant, and in just an instant, Tang Yin's spiritual armor was torn open with dozens of gashes, the continuous impact of the spiritual waves sent him flying backward, tumbling out more than five meters away.

  After unleashing the Spirit Disorder Wind, the barbarian general was like a deflated balloon, his body swaying a few times before weakly falling to the ground. The spirit armor on his body dissipated, and the spirit knife in his hand also returned to its original form.

  Looking at Tang Yin again, his appearance is comparable to that of a barbarian general, with countless scars all over his body, too many to count. Fresh blood flows out from the cracks in his spirit armor, and he has become like a bloody person.

  Was he possessed? The wind hit him head-on, and this person was done for. Mo Ye, although exhausted from using up all his spiritual energy, had an excited look on his face, sat on the ground, laughed loudly with his head thrown back, and shouted to the surrounding barbarian soldiers: "Cut off his head, I want to bring it back to Besa City to present to Your Majesty!"

  The barbarian soldiers around were also surprised and delighted, thinking that they could cut off the head of the legendary death god holding a fire sickle knife. The blood in their bodies was boiling up. They still had lingering fears about Tang Yin, and didn't dare to rush up directly, but instead slowly approached step by step with caution.

  They hadn't surrounded him yet, and Tang Yin, who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly sprang up from the ground like a spring.

  This sudden change of events frightened the surrounding barbarian soldiers, who cried out in surprise and retreated unconsciously, their eyes filled with fear as they stared at Tang Yin like a monster.

  Tang Yin was indeed like a monster at this time, with the spiritual armor on his body having thousands of holes and being covered in blood. His eyes were cold and he looked like a person made entirely of blood. Half of the spiritual armor on his face had shattered, revealing half of his face which was stained red with blood. Together with his pair of eyes that shone with an evil light, he looked just like a fierce ghost or an evil demon.

  That someone could be injured to such an extent and still stand up was simply unthinkable to the barbarian soldiers.

  Tang Yin didn't even glance at the wound on his body, he shook the scythe tightly grasped in his palm, and there was no hint of pain on his face. Instead, the corners of his mouth rose high, revealing a sinister smile that sent shivers down one's spine.

  His eyes pierced through the crowd, staring directly at the barbarian general outside the circle. He stuck out his tongue, adding to the bloodstains on the corners of his mouth, and said slowly: "Ling Ranfeng, you're nothing but this. Since you can't kill me, you should pay the price for your foolishness!" As he spoke, he walked slowly towards the barbarian general.

  The barbarian general could hardly believe his eyes. Such a heavy injury, yet the opponent not only didn't die but was still able to speak and fight. Could it be that he really was a devil?

  Tang Yin was seriously injured, and there were countless barbarian soldiers around him, but the barbarian general felt a chill in his heart, and his body trembled involuntarily.

  When Tang Yin advanced further, the barbarian soldiers blocking his way retreated a step back. The barbarian general shouted frantically: "Stop him, stop him quickly!"

  Under the urging of the barbarian general, two barbarian soldiers plucked up their courage and rushed at Tang Yin, two long swords stabbing towards his chest.

  Tang Yin hid and dodged but was unable to avoid it, so he stiffened his body and allowed the sword to pierce him.

  The divine armor is tough and resilient, how could it be broken by ordinary swords?

  With two clangs, the two long swords stabbed into Tang Yin's chest armor and could no longer advance half a step. Before the two barbarian soldiers could withdraw their swords, Tang Yin's scythe had already swung out horizontally. With a swoosh, one knife fell, and two heads flew up. The surrounding barbarian soldiers hadn't even seen clearly when the two headless corpses, along with the severed heads flying in mid-air, turned into spiritual mist. In the end, only two empty helmets fell from the air to the ground, rolling far away.

  No bodies, no bloodstains, two lively people just vanished into thin air.

  In this situation and atmosphere, who can help but be afraid?

  The barbarian soldiers lost their courage to advance and intercept again, and they retreated to both sides like the ebbing tide.

  They stepped aside, but gave Tang Yin a clear and unobstructed Yangguan Avenue.

  Tang Yin strode forward in big steps and walked right up to the barbarian general.

  The latter was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he shouted repeatedly, still ordering the surrounding barbarian soldiers to come and surround Tang Yin, but the barbarian soldiers didn't listen to his command at all, and they retreated hastily as if avoiding a plague.

  Tang Yin's mouth corners rose higher, he bent down at the waist, stretched out his hand and grasped the barbarian general's neck, then exerted force to lift him up, raising him stiffly into the air.

  At this time, the barbarian general was unable to condense his spiritual energy and couldn't even muster a slight resistance. His neck was pinned down by Tang Yin, making it hard for him to breathe. His legs kicked wildly in the air as his originally pale face turned beet red from being choked.

  Tang Yin held a barbarian general in one hand and dragged his sword with the other, looking around at the many barbarian soldiers. His eyes gleamed brightly as he shouted, "I don't need to know who you are, but you must remember me! My name is Tang Yin!"