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Tang Yin and Hong Ying fought at the same place, the two fought at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, they had already fought for more than thirty rounds. During this time, Tang Yin took the initiative and nearly let Hong Ying injure him with his swift blade several times.

The more Hong Ying fought, the more passive he was, the more difficult it became. Every time he was pushed to the limits of his abilities, he could only use his full strength and use his spirit martial skills to force Tang Yin to retreat, but as a result, he had to use a large amount of spirit energy. After another twenty rounds, Hong Ying's nose was covered in sweat.

He knew clearly in his heart that if this continued, he would be defeated without a doubt, and he didn't even know who his opponent was. If he lost in such a muddled manner, how would he still have the face to report to the Sect Master?

Thinking till this point, his heart was in a panic, his moves were also in a mess, but when experts fought, even the slightest mistake could be fatal, how could Tang Yin let this chance slip by, while the opponent's techniques were in a mess, he quickly attacked several times, Hong Ying barely managed to block the first few slashes, but the last one was dodged slightly slower, and the blade was already at his shoulder.

Ka-cha! *

The Spiritual Knife was exceptionally sharp. It immediately ripped a crack on the spirit armor on his shoulder, and scarlet blood flowed out of it. Hong Ying let out a stuffy groan as he was forced a few steps back. Then, he turned his head to look at the wound on his shoulder.

When Hong Ying had yet to join the Countercurrent Flow, he was already a well-known figure in the Ranger of Ning Country and it was rare for him to meet opponents, to the point where he almost forgot what it felt like to be injured. Now that he had been injured by Tang Yin's blade, Hong Ying was embarrassed, angry and angry.

Under the cover of the dazzling brilliance, the spirit sword's body became wider and longer. At the same time, around the spirit sword, two illusionary swords formed from multicolored light appeared. The size of the sword was the same as the spirit sword, revolving nonstop. This was Hong Ying's Spirit Transformation of Weapon.

"Kill ?"

Hong Ying bellowed, he raised his spirit sword high up and slashed at Tang Yin. As the spirit sword was falling, the two surrounding illusory swords also slashed at Tang Yin, but the latter did not dodge. Instead, he combined the two blades in his hands into one, and turned them into a sickle.

Dang, dang, dang!

With three consecutive crisp sounds, the spirit sword and the two void swords struck the Knife Rod s with their scythes. Their power was so strong that even Tang Yin was pushed back three steps. Only now did he realize that the illusory sword that his opponent had given birth to was not an eye-catching illusion, but a real sword that could truly wound people.

Retreating three steps back, Tang Yin steadied himself. Even now, the sickle in his hand was still vibrating non-stop, letting out muffled buzzing sounds.

What a powerful Spirit Transformation of Weapon! Tang Yin rotated his wrist in pain, he was secretly shocked and increased his caution. The green light in his eyes grew brighter, staring at his opponent without blinking.

"Take another strike from my sword!"

Hong Ying did not spare him, he rushed forward once again, the spirit sword in his hand struck towards Tang Yin's head, before the spirit sword could arrive, the void swords were the first to arrive, the two void swords became two streaks of lightning, and pierced towards Tang Yin's neck from the left and right. The Spirit Transformation of Weapon consumed too much spirit energy, and it could not be maintained for a long period of time. If he could not kill the enemy during the period of time the Spirit Transformation of Weapon was in, then the one who would be harmed would be himself.

Tang Yin already knew how powerful his opponent's Void Sword was, so he did not dare to be careless. Using all of his strength, he brandished the scythe in his hand to the left and right.

Dang, dang! With two crisp sounds, the scythe knocked away the two sword illusions that were flying over, but following that, Hong Ying also rushed in front of Tang Yin, the wide and long spirit sword fiercely thrusting towards his chest. He was fast, but Tang Yin was even faster. When the latter used Shadow Shift, Hong Ying immediately flashed behind him in front of him, causing the sickle to sweep horizontally towards his opponent's waist.

Hearing that the evil wind behind him was not friendly, Hong Ying took a deep breath and jumped forward, barely dodging the tip of the scythe. Before Tang Yin could catch up with the chase, the two swords that were just blown away by him flew back again, one was aimed at his head, and the other was aimed at the back of his neck. Tang Yin's reaction was extremely fast, his body slightly moved to the side, he first dodged the Void Sword behind him, then used the sickle to sweep up, and then deflected the Void Sword above his head.

But because of the delay the Void Sword gave him, Hong Ying, who had leapt out to attack him, pierced through his vital parts seven times.

The power of Hong Ying's Spirit Transformation of Weapon was because of the two illusionary swords. The two swords did not need Hong Ying's direct control, but they could follow his heart, and when others fought with him, they did not feel like they were fighting with Hong Ying alone, but rather, it felt like they were fighting with three experts at the same time. Spirit Cultivator, whose strength and cultivation was slightly weaker, would be defeated after three rounds with Hong Ying's Spirit Transformation of Weapon.

At first, Tang Yin was not used to Hong Ying's Spirit Transformation of Weapon, he was flustered by the two ghostly sword attacks, but after dealing with a few of them, he gradually calmed down, and when he could block or hide, he would dodge. If not, he would use the Shadow Shift to protect his life.

He was much more confident than Hong Ying. After all, no matter who used the Spirit Transformation of Weapon, they would not be able to last long. As long as they passed this period of time, even if the opponent's spirit energy was exhausted, they would still be within his grasp.

Very quickly, Tang Yin's tactic had changed from a head-on clash to a erratic swimming battle. In this way, Hong Ying became anxious, he increased his offense even more, continuously attacking and attacking again and again, just wanting to stab his opponent to death. But under his quick attacks, he was not able to harm Tang Yin at all, instead, he was losing his spirit energy even faster.

The two of them had fought back and forth for more than twenty rounds, causing Hong Ying's moves to gradually slow down. Even the two void swords were not as nimble as they were at the start, but Tang Yin was still calm and composed.

Feeling that the other party was nearing the end of his lifespan, Tang Yin who was in combat suddenly increased his strength, the sickle flew up and down, attacking Hong Ying fiercely with ten or so blades.

Hong Ying was shocked, with the help of the two void swords, he barely managed to catch Tang Yin's sharp blades, but before he could even catch his breath, Tang Yin's sickle had fiercely cut towards his head.

Seeing that the scythe was approaching menacingly, with a faint sound of thunder, Hong Ying did not dare to face it head on, and hastily dodged to the side.

Ka-cha! * Following the loud sound, the scythe did not strike Hong Ying, but instead cut a huge crack into the ground. Hong Ying thought that he could take advantage of this opportunity, and with a wave of his spirit sword, two void swords appeared, splitting Tang Yin's left and right chest.

Tang Yin leaned backwards, his feet touching the ground, but the upper half of his body was almost parallel to the ground, the two hollow swords flew past him with a gust of wind. With the aid of the Void Sword, he immediately straightened his body, whoosh whoosh whoosh, three slashes in a row, separating him from Hong Ying who was in the upper, middle and lower stages. Hong Ying pretended to be in a panic. He first lowered his head and dodged the blade above, then horizontally blocked with his sword, taking the attack in the middle. However, he purposely pretended that he couldn't dodge the blade beneath his feet, and the edge of the blade ruthlessly slashed across his foot.

He cried out in pain as he fell onto his back. Tang Yin then took a step forward, raised his sickle, and prepared to cut it down.0

Hong Ying's goal was to lure Tang Yin to kill him, and in the dark, he controlled the two flying swords to come back and stab Tang Yin's back.

Unexpectedly, Tang Yin's sickle that was raised high did not hack straight at him, but at the moment when the two void swords were close to Tang Yin's body, he suddenly roared, turned around, and aimed at the two void swords, and used all his strength to hack down.

The momentum of the heavy sword that Tang Yin was using with his full strength was astonishing, and he could no longer hear any sound from his earwheel, but he could clearly see the surrounding air fluctuate when the scythe was falling, and the Spirit Pressure that was naturally emitted formed a tornado in the temple, which seemed to have some sort of suction force, pulling everything in its direction towards the scythe's scythe's scythe blade.

A deafening cracking sound could be heard as the two Void Swords that were flying towards Tang Yin were struck by the scythe. Then, the two Void Swords were shattered into pieces, turning into two balls of silver powder, floating down from mid air, and finally dissipating into nothingness.

Never in his dreams did Hong Ying expect that the other party's cultivation would be high enough to break his Spirit Transformation of Weapon. In an instant, the color of his face drained and became deathly pale, his body becoming stiff as he looked at Tang Yin with eyes filled with fear.

In fact, Tang Yin's cultivation level was about the same as Hong Ying's, so under normal circumstances, it was impossible for the sword to break Hong Ying's Spirit Transformation of Weapon. The key point was that Hong Ying's spirit energy was severely depleted, and the two void swords were unable to withstand Tang Yin's full force attack, thus they were shattered by him with a single slash.

The Spirit Transformation of Weapon had been split into pieces, but Hong Ying had never been in a situation like this before. Right now, forget about injuring the enemy, he did not even have the desire or courage to fight anymore. After being stunned for two seconds, he suddenly screamed and jumped up from the ground, then turned and ran without saying a word.

But if he wanted to run now, how could he make it in time?

Tang Yin moved his body and instantly appeared right in front of him, blocking Hong Ying's path. He said with a smile that was not a smile: "I just said, tonight, no one from Ning Gang is allowed to leave!" As he spoke, the sickle in his hand swung out horizontally.

Hong Ying cursed, he lowered his head and dodged, but before he could stand up, Tang Yin's foot that was sweeping the hall had arrived. It was too late to jump, so he could only pull back. However, Tang Yin shot forward like an arrow, the distance between the two of them was so close that the tip of his nose and the tip of his nose almost touched.

Ah!

Hong Ying screamed in shock and instinctively leaned back. At the same time, he raised his hand and thrusted his sword towards the Tang Yin in front of him. Halfway through with his sword, Tang Yin's head suddenly thrust forward, and with a pa sound, his head smashed right into Hong Ying's face. The latter felt that she wasn't knocked down by the opponent's head, but rather felt like a huge hammer had smashed into his face.

His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were dim. His four limbs were still struggling, trying to support him as he tried to stand up from the ground, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't stand up. His body that was lifted up finally fell heavily onto the ground.

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