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Tang Yin was still far from Mo Camp, so he abandoned his war horse and quietly went towards Mo Camp. He laid on the In Grass that was a mile away from the Mo Camp and quietly looked at the other side.

As he expected, there weren't many Mo Army here, and the guards weren't tight either. There weren't many soldiers in charge of guarding the stronghold walls, so it seemed that the main force of the Mo Army had indeed been moved to the frontlines to defend against the Battle-tested Army.

This was a good opportunity for them to break through the enemy lines. If they didn't attack now, how long were they going to wait? Tang Yin then quietly returned to the Directly Subordinate Army array, giving the order for the entire army to attack.

Under Tang Yin's instructions, the entire Directly Subordinate Army was activated, and rushed out from the back of the Mo Camp like a surging tide.

When they were less than two kilometers away from the Mo Camp, there was a series of warning sounds coming from the Mo Camp. At this time, they also heard people in the camp shouting and shouting, as if something had exploded.

Tang Yin was secretly delighted. The more chaotic the Mo Camp was, the more defenseless the other party would be, and the more likely they would succeed in their sneak attack. He held his long scythe after he transformed into himself, and led the charge, while Ah San, Ah Si, Wu Ying, Wu Ying and the others stood to his left and right.

Very quickly, a large number of Mo Army s appeared on the city walls, following which, sparse arrows shot down from the walls.

This kind of array did not pose a threat to Tang Yin. Even if he could not block them all, the scattered arrows that shot onto his body would not be able to break his spirit armor. In the blink of an eye, the leading Tang Yin had already rushed to a place less than fifty steps away from the Mo Camp.

Right at this moment, with a creaking sound in front of them, the Camp Gate of a few thousand people suddenly opened up. However, the moment they came out, their Camp Gate s were immediately closed and they shut them all out.

Seeing that, Tang Yin could not help but laugh out loud, it was obvious that the Mo Army Battalion was not strong enough, he planned to use a small amount of troops to restrain his side for a while, to buy time for the main force to retreat.

However, how could a mere few thousand Mo Army resist his own?

When Mo Army rushed out of the camp, not only did Tang Yin not slow down, he ran even faster. In the blink of an eye, he had already made contact with the Mo Army that was about to rush out of the camp.

As Tang Yin waved his arm, the scythe burned with blazing black flames, following the slash of the blade, the three Mo Soldier s that came into contact with the scythe were sliced apart, but they did not spurt any blood, only a white mist that rose from the wounds on their chest.

If ordinary Mo Soldier Soldiers wanted to stop Tang Yin, it would be too difficult. The latter practically used no effort at all and slashed and hacked, killing more than a hundred people with Mo Soldier. However, the number of Mo Soldier was not small. If they were to kill them one by one, who knew how long it would take!

Tang Yin took a deep breath and released the spirit energy in his body, concentrating it on the sickle. In an instant, tens of thousands of rays of light appeared on the sickle, the piercing light seemed to have risen into the morning sun from the ground, at the same time, the sickle's shape was also changing greatly, with strange thorns growing out horizontally, the irregular shape of the blade became even more uneven.

"KILL ?!" In the midst of his shout, he raised the sickle high in the air, and fiercely swung it down towards the tightly packed Mo Army in front of him.

Aooo!

Before the Mo Army across them could figure out what was going on, a huge 'Death God' suddenly appeared in front of them. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the Grim Reaper. It was four to five meters tall, floating in the air, wearing a black robe, holding a gigantic crimson sickle. The most terrifying thing was its head.

Death God's entire body was covered in black, even the bones in his head were black. His entire body was covered in black flames, and accompanying his body appeared a ghastly wailing sound.

This was Tang Yin's trump card, the Spirit Transformation of Weapon's spawning technique, Spirit Blood Blade Berserk ? Triple Strike.

The gigantic illusion that was formed was enveloped by the Fire of Darkness, as it raised its scythe high up, and flew straight towards the Mo Army.

Wherever it went, the Mo Army soldiers would scream miserably into the sky, wailing miserably in all directions, and any soldiers who were affected by it, would be burned by the Fire of Darkness, their bodies releasing white spirit mist, dying on the spot.

On the battlefield, the illusory image quickly swept past, like a demonic wind, leaving behind a long trail of spirit mist. The illusory image flew from the very front of Mo Army, all the way to the very end of the formation, and then, without slowing down in the slightest, it rushed to the front of Mo Camp.

With a kacha sound, the thick iron sheet surrounding the Camp Gate splattered all over. Just as the first heavy strike ended, the silhouette once again raised the sickle, letting out another two successive heavy strikes. Kacha, kacha!

Only after slashing three times did the huge and terrifying afterimage slowly dissipate in the air. Looking at the Mo Camp, there were another three cracks, and then, with another loud rumbling sound, the enormous Mo Camp collapsed with a loud rumble.

Tang Yin's Ghost Blood Blade, berserk with three consecutive attacks, had not only managed to kill several hundred Mo Soldier s in one go, it had also directly knocked down the door of Mo Camp s. The strength contained within was already something that no human beings could resist.

Even Tang Yin himself was shocked by the Spirit Demon Blood Blade's berserk power. After being stunned for a moment, he waved the sickle in his hand forward, turned his head and shouted, "Brothers, charge!"

Before he even finished speaking, he had already scuttled out. As he walked and passed, he absorbed all of the spirit mist that was floating in the air into his body. Almost without any obstruction, he smoothly arrived in front of the Mo Camp.

Since his Camp Gate had just collapsed, and the dust that was kicked into the air had yet to disperse, Tang Yin was unable to clearly see what was happening inside the camp. Just as he was about to enter, a bone-piercing, cold wind assaulted his face from within the camp.

Tang Yin was secretly shocked, but he reacted quickly. Without even thinking, he raised his sickle to block. Clang! This violent clashing of iron weapons sounded like the sound of thunder exploding in a clear sky. Tang Yin felt an incomparably powerful force pressing down on him with a force that could topple mountains and overturn seas.

His feet touching the ground, he slid back a good two meters before stabilizing himself. His heart trembled, he raised his eyes to look ahead, and when the dust gradually dispersed and the dust settled, Tang Yin saw clearly that there was a person standing behind the Mo Camp gate.1

This person was over six feet tall, with a sturdy back and broad waist, his entire body was covered in a pure white spirit armor, the spirit armor was heavy, and the angle was distinct. In his palm, there was a long Spiritual Knife, with a coiling dragon above the Knife Rod, and a head that went straight to the blade edge.

This person was no stranger to them. He was none other than one of the top generals with world-famous Mo Country, Xiang Wen, who was as famous as Lian Ge. Looking at the area behind him, the Mo Army camp was a huge black mass, all of it Mo Army. One couldn't see the end of it at a glance, and couldn't tell if it was tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

Tang Yin looked at it and gasped, then blurted out: "Xiang Wen?"

"Haha ?" General Mo laughed out loud, stepped onto the collapsed Camp Gate, held his blade and walked out, he shook his head and said: "Xu Shuai is indeed very good at foresight, Xiang Wen has already been waiting here for a long time. I thought that I would only be able to wait for the Feng Country's shrimp soldiers and crab generals, but who would have thought that I would actually be able to find a big fish like the Feng King! "

Ah!" Tang Yin secretly furrowed his brows. So it wasn't that the Mo Army wasn't prepared, but that they had been prepared for this attack since long ago. Xu Lengzhi is so powerful! Although he was shocked in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He said indifferently, "Wen Wen, you served the two generations of Mo King, so you can be considered an 'old general' of the Mo Country. As a person, Shao Fang, you know that I, the king, would advise you to give up the Mo Nation and join Great Gale!

Xiang Wen laughed out of extreme anger, and nodded his head repeatedly, and said: "Actually, Xiang Wen had the same intention a long time ago!" Immediately after, he raised the Dragon Soul Slash in his hand and shrugged: "It's just that, Xiang Wen's blade does not agree!"

"Humph!" Tang Yin laughed coldly, and said: "What good words, it's hard to persuade a damned ghost! This King respects you for being a man. Unfortunately, you refused the toast and refused the forfeit. Today, no one can blame you for being merciless. "

"Haha, Feng King has quite the tone, but it's not certain who will win!" Xiang Wen did not care about Tang Yin's provocation, his heart was calm as still water, he was not angry, much less angry.

He turned his head and shouted behind him, "Soldiers, listen up! All those who kill the enemy today will have to pay a great price. Those who kill the enemy will be promoted to rank 3!"

Under great rewards, there was always a lot of brave men. Once Xiang Wen finished speaking, the numerous Generals And Soldiers of Mo Army s behind him looked as if they had been injected with blood as they rushed out of their Mo Camp while screaming.

Everyone's first target was naturally Tang Yin, but before they could even get close to Tang Yin, they were blocked by Ah San, Ah Si and the other General of Feng Country.

Tang Yin did not even look at the surrounding wolf-like Generals And Soldiers of Mo Army. His gaze was locked on Xiang Wen the entire time and he knew clearly in his heart that his true opponent was either someone else or this person with ferocious Mo Country.

Xiang Wen held his blade, and walked towards Tang Yin step by step. The Spirit Pressure was formless, but the Spirit Pressure that Xiang Wen emitted, seemed to take form. As he moved, the dust on the ground was all swept up into the air, and flew outwards.

When he was ten steps away from Tang Yin, he could no longer move. His Spirit Pressure had already made contact with Tang Yin's Spirit Pressure.

Without waiting for them to make a move, the two Spirit Pressure s started the battle. Even if Tang Yin's cultivation was not as high as Xiang Wen's, it was not far off. As both of them were top Spiritual Martial Expert, the battle between the two people's Spirit Pressure was also exceptionally exciting.

Under the strong pressure produced by the Spirit Pressure, the dust on the ground continued to fly up, and after the two of them were five metres in the air, the dust on the ground started to fly around. After the dust on the ground completely cleared, cracks started to appear, and at first, it was only a crack, but as time passed, more and more cracks appeared, and following that, the broken pieces of dirt and rocks slowly rose from the ground, and under the pressure of the two Spirit Pressure, they gradually turned into dust and mixed with the dust.

At this time, ordinary Feng Army and Mo Army were simply unable to approach the two of them. When they were five steps away from them, it was as if they were stopped by an invisible and colorless wall, making it difficult to advance even half a step further.

The battle of Spirit Pressure was a competition of pure cultivation, but Tang Yin, who was inferior to Xiang Wen in terms of cultivation, was naturally at a disadvantage. Gradually, his forehead was already sweating and his body was trembling slightly.

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