Chapter 578

Tang Yin, Feng Wang, Hu Liang, and the Sichuan generals and Huan soldiers present all looked at Tang Yin with disbelief, and were so surprised that they could not speak for a long time.

Who would have thought that this spy who infiltrated the Huan Army under the pseudonym Gao Hu would actually be the Wind King Tang Yin himself. How brave does this have to be?

"You...are you really the Wind King?" After a long while, Hu Liang came back to his senses and asked stammeringly.

"It's guaranteed." Tang Yin shrugged with a smile, threw away the handkerchief, picked up the clothes hanging aside, and slowly put them on.

Hu Liang's brows were furrowed into knots, and he turned to look at the two Sichuan generals beside him.

The two men immediately understood, and both drew out their swords and shook their hands to turn it into a spirit. At the same time, they also put on their spiritual armors and pressed towards Tang Yin step by step.

Although they were shocked and horrified by Gao Hu's true identity, they immediately realized that an opportunity had come. Huan Jun could turn defeat into victory and reverse the current precarious situation. Of course, the premise was that they had to capture Tang Yin.

"Kill -" Without any warning, the two Sichuan generals attacked simultaneously. The two spiritual swords drew two long lines of cold light in the air and stabbed at Tang Yin's face and chest.

The two of them drew their swords with all their strength, and the speed was extremely fast. When the sharp edges of the swords were about to touch Tang Yin, the latter's body suddenly disappeared, and with it, the sword standing beside him disappeared.

The two Sichuan generals were shocked and turned back in unison. When they looked up, they saw Tang Yin standing behind them. He slowly drew out his sword and looked carefully. His body was still surrounded by silk threads.

of black mist.

I had long heard that Tang Yin was a dark spiritual cultivator and that his spiritual martial arts were very powerful. Seeing him today, it was true. The two Sichuan generals did not dare to be careless at all. They looked at each other and both released their spiritual martial arts skills.

Inside the camp, there was a sudden burst of light, and then hundreds of spirit blades emerged out of thin air, whizzing around Tang Yin. The two of them wanted to use their spiritual martial arts skills to suppress Tang Yin first, and then find an opportunity to take him out.

Next, but that’s not easy.

Tang Yin's figure was cut into pieces by countless spiritual blades, but they were just afterimages. His real body had already disappeared to nowhere. The huge tent was shredded by the spiritual blades in an instant.

, tattered rags scattered from mid-air.

A Sichuan general waved his hands repeatedly, trying to open up all the rags that had fallen down to block his sight, and then look for Tang Yin's figure, but suddenly, his eyes flashed, and a flash of lightning came towards him.

General Nachuan secretly said something bad. He reacted quickly and lowered his body sharply, barely avoiding the incoming spirit sword. But before he could stand up, a big hand hit his neck.

Hold tight.

It was Tang Yin's hand. The palm was covered with black spiritual armor, and the sharp fingertips were like knives, piercing through General Sichuan's spiritual armor and embedded deeply into his flesh.

Nachuan Jiang's face changed with fright, and he screamed in pain. Just as he tried to break away from Tang Yin's palm, a black fire was already igniting in the latter's palm.

With a roar, the black fire spread from General Chuan's neck to his whole body. Under the burning of the dark fire, the spiritual armor on General Chuan's body turned into smoke. Then, the dark fire burned directly to his body.

.

A big, lively person, in the blink of an eye, all the essence and blood in his body will be burned away, leaving only a soft skin in his withered body.

It sounds slow, but in fact everything happened very quickly. When all the fragments of the camp fell to the ground, General Nakawa's body also collapsed on the ground. His eyes were wide open and deathly gray. There was no blood flowing out, but his skin was pale.

There is no blood in it.

When another Sichuan general saw this, he was frightened to death, but until now, he has not found where Tang Yin is. He subconsciously roared: "Get out, Tang Yin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the Huan soldiers around him opening their mouths wide and backing away as if they had seen a ghost. Everyone's eyes were looking at his back.

General Chuan realized something and turned around suddenly, only to see a face covered in dark spiritual armor very close to him.

The spirit armor was flat and had no facial features. There were only two black holes at the eyes, but a strange green light flashed inside. General Chuan screamed in horror, and instinctively raised the spirit sword in his hand, wanting to slash Tang Yin in front of him, but

The latter had already taken the lead and grabbed his sword-holding wrist. I didn't see how hard he used it, but with a shake of his arm, there was a crisp sound, and the Sichuan general's wrist was broken together with the outer spiritual armor, and the white and dense

All the broken bones were protruded.

Nachuan Jiang was so painful that he almost fainted on the spot, howling like a slaughtering pig, and the spiritual sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Hu Liang, who was standing not far away, wanted to rescue him, but suddenly, Tang Yin, who had restrained the Sichuan general, raised his head and looked straight at him with his green eyes.

Hu Liang, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, has never seen any thrilling scenes, but at this time, under Tang Yin's gaze, a chill came from deep in his heart, causing everyone to shiver, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

Tang Yin raised the corner of his mouth, raised the spiritual sword in his hand, and put the sharp edge against the back of General Nachuan's neck. He looked around at the people around him, and the spiritual sword in his hand pierced into General Sichuan's body bit by bit.

He moved very slowly, deliberately letting Kawakawa feel the taste of death for a while, and also allowing everyone present to see clearly how he killed people.

At this time, General Chuan had no power to fight back. The sword edge pierced his spiritual armor and penetrated into the back of his neck bit by bit. At the beginning, General Chuan's body was shaking violently, and there was a creepy sound in his throat.

With a grunting sound, as most of the Spirit Sword was pierced, General Chuan's body gradually became motionless, the sounds in his throat disappeared, and his eyes slowly dimmed as he looked at the people asking for help.

Seeing a living life being tragically killed by Tang Yin's sword, no one at the scene had any desire for revenge. People's hearts were filled with nothing but fear.

"Ah——" I don't know who could bear it the most, and let out a scream with a changed tone, then turned around and ran out, followed closely by a large number of Huan soldiers who dispersed and fled in all directions. In the blink of an eye,

, the only ones left on the field were Tang Yin and Hu Liang not far away.

Sha! Tang Yin drew out his spiritual sword and kicked General Sichuan's body away from him. He shook off the blood on the sword, looked at Hu Liang with a smile, and said, "Hu Liang, your two comrades have already taken the lead.

, and don’t let them wait too long on the road.”

The old man's body was trembling suddenly, and he didn't know whether he was angry or frightened. He had encountered many enemies, but he had never been as terrifying and cruel as Tang Yin.

He raised his sword and pointed it tremblingly at Tang Yin. After a long time, he shouted: "Tang Thief, I will fight with you!" As he spoke, he rushed towards Tang Yin with his sword.

He was a lot of years old, and his Lingwu was not as good as those two Sichuan generals, but the two Sichuan generals died in front of Tang Yin without even meeting each other, let alone him.

Hu Liang rushed up quickly and retreated even faster, only to be kicked back by Tang Yin.

Tang Yin's foot touched the breast shield on Hu Liang's chest, and directly kicked his breast shield into pieces, causing a large dent. The old man's body flew backwards for more than five meters before falling to the ground.

When he got up, he vomited three mouthfuls of blood.

"Hmph!" Tang Yin walked towards him with a smile and said calmly: "Hu Liang, at your age, you don't enjoy the blessings at home, but you come to Huan Kingdom to swim in the troubled waters. Why do you do this? It seems,

You are really not popular in Sichuan, otherwise, Brother Xiao Wang would not have sent you to Huan to die."

Hu Liang lay on the ground, and it took him a while to catch his breath. He sat up with difficulty, slowly raised his head, looked at Tang Yin who was coming towards him, and said feebly: "Tang Thief, you can't kill with just a nod.

You are not allowed to humiliate me..."

"Haha -" Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and shook his head and said, "No? Sichuan people are really used to being aloof. When it comes to talking, you are more like a monarch than me!"

While he was talking, he walked up to Hu Liang, and without warning, he kicked the old man in the cheek again.

Hu Liang's body was like a rubber ball, rolling sideways for a long way before he stopped. This time he lay on the ground and could not get up again. His eyes were blurred and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Tang Yin stood still in front of him, glanced down at him, and sneered: "Isn't it just like this? I haven't taken back what you have done to me!" As he spoke, he flicked his wrist and shot out the spiritual sword.

, was nailed under Hu Liang's ribs.

With a thud, the sword pierced Hu Liang's body and pinned him to the ground.

Still feeling angry in his heart, Tang Yin looked around again, picked up a sword, happily walked back to Hu Liang, squatted down, pulled his hair fiercely, and said with a smile: "Our

There is still a lot of time..."

Tang Yin did not pay attention to the empty Huan Ying and the few remaining Huan soldiers. At this time, Huan Ying became his hunting ground for slaughter. In the camp, his figure was like a ghost, disappearing from time to time.

Sometimes he appears, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, but every time he appears, Huan Bing will always die tragically in his hands.

Of the more than 2,000 Huan soldiers, only more than 1,000 escaped in the end. Some of the remaining people were torn to pieces and died without their whole bodies, while others disappeared without a trace, leaving only scattered armor and military uniforms.

For those Huan Bing who managed to escape, Tang Yin was not a human being at all, but more like a monster or a demon. The shadow left in their hearts would accompany them throughout their lives and affect everyone around them.

It was daybreak, and out of the 400,000 Huan troops who were trapped in the coalition camp, only more than 100,000 people were left. Qian Chong, the commander-in-chief of the Huan troops, still wanted to continue fighting against the trapped beasts. At this time, someone among the coalition forces suddenly heard loudly shouting: "

Where is the money?"
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