Chapter Thirty-Six

  Tang Yin rushed up to the city wall with his sword, saw the chaotic situation in the north, and many Ning soldiers had already climbed onto the city head to fight with the Feng army. He didn't think twice and ran over directly.

  As soon as he arrived at the front of the battlefield, a sword came slashing towards him. He slightly shifted his body to avoid the blade's edge, and then with a swift motion, his own knife sliced forward. With a shrill sound, the Ning soldier who had attacked him had his throat cut off, blood spraying out everywhere as he fell straight down.

  "Ah——"

  With a loud shout, two bloody Ning soldiers rushed towards him, each wielding a long knife, splitting his head and chest.

  Tang Yin lowered his head and dodged the knife on his head. At the same time, he swept out with the knife in his hand and blocked the one that was chopping towards his chest.

  Before the other party could react, he stepped forward with swift steps, opened his palm and grabbed one of the Ning soldiers' faces. A black light flashed in his palm, and that soldier instantly turned into a wisp of smoke, his helmet and armor falling to the ground along with his weapon.

  Another soldier who had seen the dark fire let out a frightened cry and subconsciously retreated.

  But his speed was far inferior to that of Tang Yin, and he didn't see how he had built up his strength. In just two steps, he caught up with the Ning soldier, and the palm of his hand burning with dark fire swept across the other's neck. This Ning soldier also vanished into thin air.

  Taking down three people was just a drop in the ocean, and more Ning soldiers swarmed towards Tang Yin.

  His movements were light and strange, floating and uncertain, sometimes using a knife, sometimes using dark fire. In a short time, there were more than 20 corpses lying around him, as well as a high pile of abandoned armor.

  The endless spiritual energy absorbed by Tang Yin's body made every cell in his body excited, and the wound under his ribs miraculously grew new flesh and began to heal.

  At this time, his body had reached its peak state, but his will was becoming increasingly blurred, leaving only a simple slaughter, an excited body wanting to absorb more spiritual energy.

  His dark fire not only made Ning Bing's heart tremble with fear, but also made the Feng Guo soldiers both shocked and afraid, subconsciously retreating three steps back, hiding far away, fearing to be implicated. As a result, it inadvertently created more space for Tang Yin, whose agile movements could be fully utilized, making his attacks, dodges, and turns even more fluid.

  However, the number of Ning troops was too great, and as soon as one batch died, more people would fill in immediately, seemingly endless, and could not be killed.

  In the fight, Tang Yin's knife broke, so he casually changed to a sword. The sword snapped, and then he changed to a long spear. Soon the spear also broke, and he picked up a steel knife again.

  The time of frenzied killing wasn't too long, but he had no idea how many weapons he had used up or how many enemy soldiers he had "eaten away", only feeling the spiritual energy within him growing more and more abundant, while his physical strength was severely depleted, with sweat dripping from his nose, temples, and hairline, his clothes stuck to his body, unable to tell whether it was drenched in sweat or the enemy's fresh blood.

  Tang Yin was in a fierce battle, and Wu Mei, who came up later, was also in a fierce battle. However, she did not join forces with Tang Yin. As soon as she climbed onto the city wall, she was surrounded by the Ning soldiers who had broken through. After they engaged in hand-to-hand combat, it would be even more difficult for her to escape. The Ning soldiers recognized that Wu Mei was wearing a general's armor and knew that her identity was extraordinary, so they attacked her frantically.

  On the other side, Qiu Zhen did not directly participate in the battle. He was very clever and did not come into contact with Ning Bing. If he could hide, he would hide; if he couldn't hide, he would hide behind his own people. However, on the battlefield, he didn't just hide. His eyes were always scanning around, observing the situation around him, looking for the strongest martial artist on his side.

  He won't be able to help Tang Yin in battle, but he might find someone to help him, lending Tang Yin a helping hand.

  As a result, he really found the two of them. Although their positions in the army were not high, their spiritual cultivation was very good. One was named Gu Yue, who was skilled with knives, and the other was named Le Tian, who was skilled with bows and arrows.

  These two were very eye-catching on the battlefield, one constantly shooting arrows, and the other guarding beside him, coordinating perfectly, injuring countless enemies.

  Qiu Zhen found them and didn't say much, he just pointed in the direction where Tang Yin was and said that there were many enemy soldiers over there, asking them to go and assist. The two of them didn't hesitate at all and immediately followed Qiu Zhen to charge forward.

  And as for Tang Yan, he was still fighting fiercely. The number of his own soldiers around him was getting smaller and smaller, while the Ning army was gathering more and more, until finally, as far as the eye could see, there were almost all silver-glinting Ning soldiers and generals, surrounding him in a tight circle, making it impossible to distinguish their numbers.

  Although he knew that Tang Yan's knife skills were exquisite and the dark fire was extremely poisonous, the Ning soldiers around him were like they didn't care about their lives, attacking him non-stop. One batch fell down, and another batch immediately rushed up, those faces twisted by fear and anger, looking like demons.

  Tang Yin couldn't find a moment to rest, not even enough time to catch his breath. Now, his physical strength had been exhausted long ago, and he was able to continue fighting solely due to his spiritual energy and unyielding willpower barely holding on.

  "Get lost!"

  Tang Yin's movements slowed down as he made his move, and the two Ning soldiers behind him thought they saw an opportunity to strike, suddenly attacking with their long spears aimed at his waist and back.

  He heard the evil wind behind him, knowing that someone was making a sneak attack, but he had no power to dodge, nor did he have the opportunity to dodge, because the several knives and swords that came at him from the front made him unable to cope.

  He took a deep breath and let out a loud roar, his body didn't flinch, instead he rapidly retreated backwards, at the same time, he counterattacked with a backhand slash.

  Buzz!

  This knife was swung by Tang Yin with full spiritual energy, and when the blade cut through the air, a sudden ripple appeared. The ripple spread out like ripples on water, shattering the two long spears it encountered, but the ripple did not dissipate, continuing to advance forward.

  Only a dull thud was heard in the ear, and several Ning soldiers behind him were swept away by the wave, as if cut by a steel knife. Several Ning soldiers were cut off at the waist, with blood splashing all over the ground, their upper bodies falling to the ground, while their lower legs still stood on the ground, the cut surface smooth as a mirror, the scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.

  This is Spirit Wave. A Spirit Warrior releases their own spirit energy as a means of offense, producing massive destructive power. Of course, using Spirit Wave also consumes a great deal of spirit energy.

  Tang Yin is now not short of spirit, but lacks physical strength and a gasping void.

  He swung his hand and sent out a spiritual wave, without stopping, he held the knife in one hand and swept it forward with all his might.

  Hum! The spiritual wave reappeared, only this time the spiritual wave was used more smoothly by him, heavier than the previous one, and also sharper.

  In a burst of mournful cries, more than ten Ning soldiers in front of Tang Yin were beheaded, their headless bodies standing on the ground like ten or so fountains, with blood spraying into the air and forming a crimson rain.

  Wow——if Tang Yin was terrifying just now, then he is twice as terrifying now.

  The surrounding Ning soldiers and generals were frightened and retreated one after another, instantly giving up a five-meter-long empty space.

  Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Tang Yin stood alone with his sword, panting continuously.

  His knife was still okay when it didn't touch anything, but as soon as it did, it directly turned into iron filings.

  He didn't cast the Spirit of Arms when using the Spirit Wave, ordinary weapons couldn't withstand the pressure released by the Spirit Wave, and the steel knife was completely destroyed.

  Tang Yin's body swayed, fortunately he reacted quickly and managed to steady himself in time, avoiding a fall.

  But he slightly exposed his weakness and sounded the horn for Ning Bing's attack, and hundreds of Ningbing soldiers surrounded him again.

  Tang Yin let out a silent sigh, but after the brief pause just now, he felt that his current spiritual energy had reached the 'Ling Po' realm, and completing the Spiritual Armor Transformation or the Spirit of Arms Transformation was no longer a problem.

  Breaking the spiritual boundary is not enough to allow the cultivator to complete both spiritual armor and spiritual weapon transformation at the same time. On the battlefield, it's a difficult choice whether to use spiritual armor or spiritual weapons. To attack, one must sacrifice defense, and to defend, one must sacrifice offense.

  With Tang Yin's crazy personality, how could he want defense and not offense?

  He hooked one foot on the ground, swiftly picked up a steel knife and grasped it in his palm. Then, his palm released spiritual energy, pure black mist enveloped the steel knife, in an instant, the steel knife changed from silver to black, the blade extended while starting to curve.

  His spirit had just solidified when Ning Bing arrived at his side. Tang Yin's mouth curled up slightly as he swung the Spirit Blade horizontally.

  Crack!

  The spiritualized weapon is not something that ordinary weapons can withstand. With a crisp sound, the first row of Ning soldiers who came up had their weapons cut off one by one. They came up quickly and retreated even faster, each of them sweating profusely and stumbling backward, colliding with their own personnel who were rushing forward, causing the crowd to become chaotic.

  "Get back, all of you! Let me handle this!"

  Suddenly someone shouted loudly among the Ning soldiers, and then the crowd parted to the left and right, and a general in white armor walked out from the middle.

  This man was tall and robust, one meter nine zero, with broad shoulders and a round waist. In his hand was a long gun of strange shape, obviously a spiritual weapon after spiritualization.

  Ah! Tang Yin looked at it and was secretly shocked. This person can complete the Ling armor and Ling sword at the same time, his spiritual energy cultivation has reached at least the Linghua realm, which is one level higher than himself.

  The general's face was covered with a helmet, only revealing two round eyes outside, rolling around restlessly, scanning Tang Yin back and forth.

  After a moment, the majestic warrior let out a cold laugh and said: "Dark Cultivator! You must be the one who injured the Third Young Master Tang Yin. Today, I will take your head!" As he spoke, he stepped forward, his spiritual spear raised, aiming at Tang Yin's forehead, and with a fierce swing, struck down towards Mount Hua.

  Woooo! The spiritual spear pierced through the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

  You can judge how great the force of the other party's blow is just by listening to the sound of the wind without going to meet it.

  Tang Yin did not dare to confront him head-on and retreated in a flash.

  Bang!

  The bullet missed Tang Yin and hit the arrow holder behind him, which was made of solid stone. The arrow holder was smashed to pieces by the bullet, and the small stones splashed everywhere, tearing open several holes in Tang Yin's clothes, and his skin also oozed blood.

  What a tyrannical shot, what a fierce spiritual warrior! Tang Yin secretly cursed, but he was not afraid in his heart. He coldly laughed and slid to the side of the majestic war general, his spiritual knife rising from below to challenge him.

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