Chapter 722

"Tang Yin! Tang Yin--" Ye Zhuo finally couldn't take it anymore, and his mind fell into a collapse. He waved his fists wildly, yelling and tearing the surrounding Tang Yin.

However, after Tang Yin was broken up by him, there would be more Tang Yin transfiguration, endless, endless, looking forward, Tang Yin is all between heaven and earth. I do n’t know there are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

Ye Zhuo shouted and growled, rushing to the east and killing to the west for a while, running and beating constantly, until he was exhausted and could not use any more energy. He lay softly on the ground, panting, sweat soaking his clothes.

At this time, thousands of Tang Yins around him gathered around him, with the same expression on the same face, talking and laughing, Ye Zhuo closed his eyes and did not want to see, but many of Tang Yin's figures remained Can come to his mind.

He screamed hoarsely, raised his hand, and slammed his eyeballs hard. With two flutters, two **** eyeballs were dug out by himself. He covered his face with his hands and howled and rolled.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared before him, and the familiar voice faintly came: "Is it painful? It should all be over, take a rest!"

"Master ... Master ..." Ye Zhuo stopped screaming, opened his **** and black holes in his eyes, and looked at the white shadow in front of him. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and blood and tears flowed continuously from the eyes. Out, he trembled and said: "Master ... save me ..."

The white shadow did not pick up his hand, but reached into his chest socket. The straight palm was like a knife, and it was inserted straight into his heart. Ye Zhuo felt a pang of pain in his body, and then, he knew nothing.

Outside of Shadow Prison, Tang Yin was standing in front of Ye Zhuo, while the hand knife penetrated Ye Zhuo's heart, the fire of darkness also refined all the essence in his body into aura, and was finally absorbed into his body.

This is exactly the terrible part of Shadow Illusion. When a person is caught in it, even if the enemy stands in front of you and is close to you, you can see nothing, feel nothing, see All I heard was an illusion.

Of course, shadow illusion is not impeccable. For some people with deeper determination, the effect of shadow illusion will be much smaller. If his cultivation is also deep enough, he can completely judge the trueness of the caster. Being in, and forcibly breaking through the shadow illusion, directly attacking the caster's true body.

In addition, when Tang Yin casts Shadow Phantom, he also has to cast a lot of aura himself. At this time, he is extremely weak. If he is attacked by a master of Lingwu, the consequences are also unthinkable. This is why he did not dare to attack Lu The reason why Yong casts Shadow Prison.

Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo, two of Huangfu's Xiutai disciples, both died of Tang Yin ’s dark fire. While removing obstacles for Feng Jun, they also provided Tang Yin with ample aura and raised his current cultivation. A lot.

Moreover, on the battlefield, whether it is the wind army or the security army, people are foolish about this incredible scene that happened in front of them. They couldn't see the Shadow Prison, they only saw Ye Zhuo deafening his ears first, then dug out his eyes frantically.

People were stunned, such a sight of self-harm that they had never seen before and had never heard of it. Even the onlookers were frightened with hairs and hairs, as if they were trapped in an ice cellar.

In the eyes of everyone, Ye Zhuo was simply crazy. As for why he was crazy, no one could tell. Maybe it was just watching his brother was killed that caused him to go crazy!

When Tang Yin stepped forward and ended Ye Zhuo's life with a hand-knife, no matter whether it was wind or peace, they all grew angry. If Ye Zhuo did not die again, I am afraid that these spectators would not be able to stand the excitement and go crazy. Already.

咣 Dang! One of the soldiers in the An Army threw his weapon on the ground. Soon, the surrounding soldiers also threw away the weapon in their hands. They stared at Tang Yin oppositely, even breathing hardly.

To them, Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo have a high level of spiritual strength like gods, and both of them were killed and scared before Tang Yin. How can this battle continue? Going up by yourself, I'm afraid that it won't even be enough to gape the teeth.

For a while, the sound of throwing weapons in the An Army camp rose and fell, and a large number of An soldiers completely lost their fighting spirit and fell without a fight.

Su Yang and Qin Fenger will glance at each other, and then look at the soldiers who are surrounded by dust and morale, and shake their heads secretly. They did not stop even without saying a word, and turned around. Just run in the direction of the army.

Looking at Su Yang and Tan Feng who fled, Tang Yin couldn't bring up the pursuit of killing, and said to Bai An and Yan Yan behind him, "Next, I leave it to you. Is there any problem?"

Bai An and Yan Yan looked back from the shock. They looked at Tang Yin gazing at each other, slowly shaking their heads, and tremblingly said, "No, King." The King in front of them was deeper than the King at Lingwu College. Unpredictable, more terrible, horrible ...

"Then do what you should do!" Tang Yin scattered his body armor and nodded at the two with a smile.

"Yes! King!" Bai An cheered up, and then waved his arms to the surrounding army, yelling, "Brothers follow me into the enemy army! Kill--"

"Roar--" The morale of the Fengjun generals shouted in unison, followed by Bai An and Yan Yan Qi Qi rushed forward to kill.

In fact, the number of wind troops commanded by Bai An and Yan Yan was not large, but at this time, the disadvantages of the An army camp being too large and too many obstacles revealed. When this wind army entered the An army's army, the surrounding army The An Army was unable to rush over to reinforce them, causing Bai An and Yan Yan, a wind army, to be inserted into the heart of the camp like a knife.

Su Yang and Qin Feng, who had just fled and returned to the Chinese army, would have to come out again to face the battle. They faced off on Bai'an and Yan Yan, and once again fought together.

The two of them can also go up to the top. As for the Anjun army below, they can't withstand the impact of the wind army. Although the Anjun army has an absolute advantage in number, they can still be defeated by the wind army.

Cui Tu, who is in the middle of the army, has already mentioned his throat and eyes, and asked the generals around him from time to time. Why don't the soldiers from the East, West, South, and North battalions come to reinforcements?

All the generals grinned secretly. With such a large camp formation, there were so many earth walls and trenches in between. It would take time for the generals of the four camps to drive back!

But no one dared to say that Cui Tubu was not, and could only cope with his head stubbornly: "General, the reinforcements will be here soon, and the general will wait!"

"When are you going to wait? Feng Jun has killed his eyes!" Cui Tu growled with a thick red neck. He fought side by side with the Wind Army, knowing the strength of the close combat of the Wind Army, that was not something his soldiers could resist.

The generals looked at each other, winked at each other, and finally the one who was closest to Cui Tu persuaded: "General, now Mr. Lu Yong and Mr. Ye Zhuo have been killed, our army is actually ... Now, the general still ... order the withdrawal ... "

Snapped! Before he finished speaking, Cui Tu's whip had been pulled on his helmet fiercely, and he said angrily, "Can't our army fight without the help of the disciples of Shenchi? Who would dare to say the word of withdrawal, The coach will never let it go! "

The battered generalist bowed his head with red ears and a red face, and did not dare to say a few more words. Of course, he didn't agree with Cui Tu's words, knowing that he was defeated, and he still had to fight hard. Isn't this a joke about the lives of the generals?

At present, the Feng Army that has entered the Anjun squadron has been killed together with the An Army. The two sides have no formation at all. It is a dogfight that is completely intertwined, and this is exactly what the Feng Army is best at.

As the fighting continued, the number of An-Hua troops was more and more deadly. Gradually, people were afraid and began to shrink back, even Su Yang and Qin Feng, who resisted Bai An and Yan Yan. Reveals his invincible state, and is retreated back and forth.

At the end of the battle, in Tang Yin's view, the overall situation was settled. He retreated to the front of the wind army, and then sat cross-legged in the crown of the car, meditating with eyes closed.

Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo had too much spiritual knowledge and he had too much information about Shenchi, all of which required him to search, absorb and master.

While he was meditating, Ren Xiao slowly walked to the car crown, watching Tang Yin for a moment, and Fang asked in a low voice: "His Royal Highness, are Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo ... dead?"

"Yes." Tang Yin didn't move, her eyes didn't open, she said slowly: "As you said, good words can hardly persuade the **** ghosts. The death of them is no wonder that they have nothing to do with any brother. "

"But after all, they are children of Shenchi." Ren Xiao sighed softly.

"I think there is also good and evil in the Shenchi. It is not a good thing to remove the dross and retain its essence?" Tang Yin said indifferently.

"Actually, Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo are not bad people ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The reason why they will participate in the battle of Feng'an is really helpless!"

Tang Yin shrugged, saying that it was impossible. Then he opened his eyes slightly and asked, "How many disciples are there on the Huangfu show?"

"Let ’s say there are two or three hundred people!"

"Two or three hundred?" This is still to say less? Tang Yin was startled and asked subconsciously: "Everyone is like Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo?"

Ren smiled, shook his head and said, "Of course not! Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo are autobiographical disciples. There are eleven personal disciples of Elder Huangfu, Lu Yong is fifth, Ye Zhuo is seventh, and His Highness Jiang Ban, who was retained by His Highness. Snow is the eleventh. As for the other disciples, they are no longer personally passed down by the elder Huangfu, and their strength is far behind that of Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo. "

"That's it!" Tang Yin sighed. If the two or three hundred disciples of Huangfu Xiutai are like Lu Yong and Ye Zhuo, then he won't have to fight against Huangfu Xiutai himself, and he doesn't even have to go horse himself. Just sending the disciples out of their own hands is helpless.

He smiled and said, "Fortunately, there are only eleven old man's personal disciples. Now three people have been damaged, so there are only eight people left."