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"An appetizer?" Where is the appetizer? " The white-clothed youth was stunned by his words.

"Why not, you are!" Tang Yin smiled as he raised his hand and pointed at him.

Only now did the white-clothed youth realize that the other party was playing a joke on him. He flew into a rage as he roared, "You deserve death! I want your dog life! "

While speaking, the white clothed youth's body emitted a layer of white mist, the Spirit Armored Materialization and the Spirit Materialization of Weapon were completed at the same time, holding onto the spirit sword, he fiercely thrusted at Tang Yin.

Originally, Tang Yin did not have a weapon in his hands, but when his Spirit Sword stabbed into the ground in front of Tang Yin, with a crisp sound, two curved Spiritual Knife s appeared out of nowhere and deflected the white clothed youth's Spirit Sword.

Ouch! This person had such great arm strength! The white clothed youth was shocked, but he did not stop there. He kept his spirit sword, shua, shua, shua, he slashed three more times towards Tang Yin's face, neck and chest.

Tang Yin stood where he was without moving an inch, with one hand behind his back, he used his single blade to completely block the three sword attacks.

A light flashed in the eyes of the white clothed youth. He suddenly roared and the Spirit Sword in his hand shone brightly as he released the Spirit Martial Skill ? ? Soul-chasing Thorn.

His Soul-chasing Thorn had just been released, and Tang Yin, who was standing in front of him, had suddenly disappeared. The white robed young man was startled, and suddenly felt the Spirit Pressure behind his back, he thought to himself that it was not good, the other party was Spirit Cultivator of Dark, but it was too late for him to turn back and guard against Tang Yin.

Tang Yin, who had flashed behind him with the Shadow Shift, struck out with his blade as fast as lightning, and before even the sound of wind could reach him, his blade had already neared the opponent's body.

With a "puchi" sound, Tang Yin's Scimitar came out from the back of the white clothed youth's waist, and the tip of his blade came out from his stomach.

Whoosh! The Fire of Darkness attached to the Scimitar then burned the white-clothed youth's entire body. In that instant, all of the spirit armor on his body was burnt into spirit mist, and following that, a thread of spirit mist was emitted from all the pores on his body.

With his Spirit Transformation realm cultivation, it was only an appetizer for Tang Yin.

Under the Fire of Darkness's incineration, all the essence in the white clothed youth's body was squeezed dry, and the dead gray corpse softly fell to the ground, twitching a few times before disappearing.

When the bandits behind him saw this, they were frightened out of their wits. The white-clothed youth was considered one of the best amongst the Twin Head Mountain bandits, but in front of the other party, he had not even finished fighting before dying miserably under his opponent's blade. The difference in strength was too great.

How could Tang Yin give them the chance to escape? He straightened his body, closed his blade and turned into a sickle, following that, he looked at the bandit opposite him and laughed: "Your brother is already on his way, you shouldn't let him be lonely on the road, let's accompany him!"

While speaking, he held a scythe in one hand and directly used the Shadow Shift to flash into the crowd. As the scythe came out, the bandits around him were chopped into two halves before they could even react to what was happening.

The corpses of the branch families were scattered on the ground, with their internal organs flowing out. The strange thing was, there was not a drop of blood at the scene, even the internal organs of the corpses had turned dark gray.

A bandit with two hundred or so people, had no power to resist Tang Yin at all. He was like a tiger that was like a flock of sheep, waving his scythe burning with black flames, wantonly killing all living creatures in his surroundings.

These bandits who had never cultivated the Spiritual Force before, were no different from ants when they fought against the Spirit Cultivator of Dark s with Spirit God Stage.

The scythe on the stage would occasionally cut through the night sky, flashing a chilling light. Every sound of it breaking through the wind was like music from hell, accompanied by the heart-wrenching screams of the surrounding people.

Plop! When the last bandit near Tang Yin slumped to the ground, he looked at his feet again. He saw that there were already more than a hundred dead bodies lying on the ground.

The remaining bandits had all retreated far away. At this moment, their facial features had already become distorted due to the immense horror and fear. Their legs became weak, and they started trembling uncontrollably. Beads of sweat unceasingly dripped down from their faces and bodies.

In their eyes, Tang Yin was simply a wild beast, a demon beast.

Tang Yin stood in place and rested for a moment. Then, he slowly raised his hand, pulled his sickle with him, and slowly walked towards the remaining bandits ?

When the second wave of bandits rushed out of the village, all they saw was a floor full of corpses and broken limbs, and among the corpses, there was another person standing there. He was covered in black spirit armor, as if he had fused with the night, but the thick murderous intent exuded from his body made it impossible for people to ignore his existence. He held a long sickle in his hand. The sharp edge of the sickle was curved, as if it was resonating with the crescent moon in the night sky.

They... You killed them all? " From the crowd of bandits, a burly man walked out. He was tall and sturdy, and at a glance, he looked like the embodiment of a bear. He was bare-chested with shorts on his lower body and carried a pair of golden sledgehammers upside down in his hands.

Beside him stood over a dozen Spirit Cultivator s of varying heights and sizes. There were males and females, and all of them dressed differently, but their cultivations were not bad.

Tang Yin's head was still down. He did not need to look to know that the 'main course' was here simply because of the Spirit Pressure that was being released from his body.

"Leave your name before you die!" he said slowly.

The burly man thought he had misheard. He stretched his head forward and asked, "What did you say?"2

"Uncle wants you to leave your name before you die!" Tang Yin finally raised his head, but this also frightened all of the bandits. It was not because of the frightening spirit armor on his face, but because his eyes were actually glowing with a green light. Those were not human eyes at all.

"Scoundrel!" You've killed so many of my brothers, if I don't chop you into pieces today, I won't be called Hong Tian! " The tall and sturdy man suppressed the shock in his heart, his eyebrows knitted and his teeth chattered. He raised his hammers and was about to fight Tang Yin with his life on the line.

"Oh!" So you are the head of the bandits here, I was just about to go find you, but you came here on your own accord. " Tang Yin laughed until his eyes bent, but the green light in his eyes shone brighter.

"Brat, give me your life ?" Just as Hong Tian was about to rush over to Tang Yin, a skinny middle-aged man beside him stopped him and chuckled: "General, you shouldn't use such a sharp knife to kill a chicken. For such a reckless person, just allow your subordinate to handle him."

After Hong Tian heard this, he immediately retracted his body that was leaning forward. He had not seen the other party's strength personally, so he was not very confident.

Thinking of this, he said seriously, "Mr Feng, Kong Fan has already died at the hands of that brat ?" "You and I both know Kong Fan's strength. His spirit power is unfathomable, so you should be careful!"

The skinny middle-aged man smiled, and said: "Kong Fan was too careless and underestimating his opponent, and did not expect that the other party was Spirit Cultivator of Dark, which was why he suffered so much. General do not worry, this subordinate knows how to deal with Spirit Cultivator of Dark!"

He nodded confidently towards Hong Tian, then took a few big steps and slowly walked towards Tang Yin.

As a Spirit Cultivator of Dark, he did not know how he should use such an effective method to deal with the Spirit Cultivator of Dark, so this person's tone was not small.

The skinny middle aged man walked towards Tang Yin while releasing his Spirit Pressure, with a smile on his face, he spoke arrogantly: "Spirit Cultivator of Dark's strongest ability is Shadow Killer, as long as we can restrict your Shadow Killer, what's the difference between you and an ordinary person wearing spirit armor?"

A flash of astonishment appeared in Tang Yin's eyes, although it was fleeting, it was still seen by the skinny middle-aged man who walked over.

He felt even more proud as he smiled and said, "What? I was surprised at the weakness, wasn't I? To tell you the truth, there are already nine people from Spirit Cultivator of Dark who died at my hands. Including you, I can make up ten people. "

"Oh!" Tang Yin softly replied, "I am very surprised." So this was his so-called plan to deal with the Spirit Cultivator of Dark.

If you surrender obediently, I might let you go ?" "Ah ?

The skinny middle-aged man was still spouting nonsense when Tang Yin, who was in front of him, suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind him. Before the middle-aged man could even react, Tang Yin had already grabbed his head with one hand and cut off his neck with the other with the scythe.

He raised the severed head in his hand and placed it in front of his eyes, chuckling. "What can your bullsh * t Spirit Pressure do to me?"

Looking at the severed head in his hands, his face was filled with shock and bewilderment, but most of it was filled with disbelief. Unfortunately, he no longer had the chance to investigate to the end.

In fact, there were conditions to using Spirit Pressure to restrict the Shadow Shift. Although one did not have to be stronger than the other, at least the cultivation levels of both sides would be similar, and the Spirit Pressure that was being released would have enough binding power.

His Spirit Pressure was not a threat to Tang Yin at all, and it was even more impossible to restrict his Shadow Shift.

Seeing that the other party was still able to use Shadow Shift s even under the attacks of the Spirit Pressure, all of the bandits present, including their leader Hong Tian were all dumbstruck. Who exactly was he, or was he a human or a demon?

After the skinny middle-aged man was killed, Hong Tian's aura had decreased by more than half. He subconsciously took half a step back, looked at Tang Yin in fear and shock, and said unconfidently: "Look at this esteemed one's Spirit Force, you must be a famous senior. My Twin Head Mountain and yours have never been wronged for long, so why did senior have to force you so much?"

"Why? "No reason, I just happened to pass by here and was about to kill you guys. If I meet you guys, I'll consider it your bad luck!" Tang Yin still dropped the severed head in his hand and said gently.

This... What kind of reason was this! Hong Tian broke out in a cold sweat, and said with a trembling voice: "Is Senior having fun with me?"

"Do you think so?" Tang Yin asked.

"General, there's no need to speak so softly to him. He's just one person, we have over a thousand brothers, and a thousand people beat him up. What do we have to be afraid of?" A Spirit Cultivator beside Hong Tian roared.

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