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So fast! Not only was the person's movement fast, his sword was also fast. A distance of over ten meters could be covered in a blink of an eye, as he passed through the gaps between the crowd and arrived in front of Nie Zhen in a single breath.

Nie Zhen was shocked, he immediately raised his sword to block, only to hear a piercing sound, and the sparks that were flying were all pushed up high, being pushed back by the force, causing Nie Zhen to sway, and he was forced to take two steps back.

"Who is it ?" he blurted out. However, before he could even take a good look at his opponent, his opponent's swift sword had arrived again. In a flash of lightning, the sword's edge had cut straight to his neck.

Nie Zhen had no choice but to raise his sword to block once again. Dang lang, this time, it was even louder than the golden sound just now.

"You ?"

The other party didn't even give him a chance to speak. The spirit sword struck again, this time directly piercing towards his throat.

Due to the sword being too fast, even Nie Zhen himself felt that he would be in danger of being pierced if he dodged it. He could only raise the sword in his hand, and use the sword surface to block the enemy's sword stab.

Clang! The Spirit Sword in Nie Zhen's hand had produced an obvious arc, his body swayed, and retreated two steps, this time he did not give the other party a chance to continue attacking, after stabilizing his body, he gathered his energy and leaped backwards, he moved a few meters, then stopped and closed his eyes to size up the person.

The person who came was a set of black spirit armor and held a black spirit sword in his hand. Just like Ling Ye and the others, he was also a Spirit Cultivator of Dark. After he quickly retreated, the man did not continue attacking and turned around to shout at Ling Ye and the rest: "You guys hurry up and leave!"

The other people did not know who this Spirit Cultivator of Dark who had suddenly appeared was, but Ling Ye's body trembled as she thought in her heart: Feng King?!

He could not believe his eyes. When he was in a hopeless situation and was trapped in the Zhuyu Mountains forbidden grounds, the sudden appearance of the Feng King was far too inconceivable.

"What are you waiting for?" Run! " The one who came was indeed Tang Yin, he glared at Nie Zhen and shouted sternly without even turning his head.

Ling Ye finally regained his senses, his heart full of flavour, but he was unable to say what this feeling was.

Holy King, who had groomed his side for decades, wanted his side to die, but Feng King, who she had only met once, and could not even form a good relationship with, risked her life in Zhuyu Mountains to save him in such a difficult situation, how could he bear such a favor?

He said to the gloomy crowd beside him, "Wait and quickly head north!"

"Ye, what about you?"

"I will stay behind to block Nie Zhen!"

"No!" "If you want to leave, then we'll leave ?"

"Cut the crap!" If you keep nagging, none of us will be able to leave. Ling Ye shouted at the group. The group of people looked at each other, stomped their feet and ran towards the dense forest to the north.

After they left, Ling Ye took a deep breath, and with large strides, he walked to Tang Yin's side.

Tang Yin, who was staring fixedly at Nie Zhen, shot him a glance and faintly asked: "Why aren't you leaving?"

"I am willing to stay, with the hall ?" To live and die with you! " In front of Nie Zhen, if Ling Ye did not dare to call him Your Highness, it would be tantamount to harming him.

Hearing that, Tang Yin's mouth raised, laughing, he said softly: It looks like, I did not come here for nothing, and I did not save the wrong person! With that, he slowly raised the sword in his hand and said, "I'll be the main attacker. You stay by my side and help me!"

His voice had yet to fade, he had already scuttled out, the sword in his hand striking straight at Nie Zhen's face. Looking at Tang Yin's flying figure, Ling Ye was moved, but it was not the time for him to be moved with emotion. He shook his arm, and the round blade in his hand floated in the air, spinning quickly, and then flew out, flying past Tang Yin's side, straight towards Nie Zhen's lower abdomen.

Nie Zhen was caught off guard by Tang Yin's sudden appearance, but he was able to stabilize his mind. Through his observation, he was able to figure out that Tang Yin's cultivation was not as high as his.

He coldly snorted, he first called out Ling Ye's Wheel Blade, and then blocked Tang Yin's Spirit Sword.

"Who are you? State your name! "

Tang Yin didn't answer at all, what responded to Nie Zhen was a fist raised up. Nie Zhen was also unyielding, and similarly raised his fist to counterattack. Pow! Their fists collided in the air, emitting a crisp sound. At this time, the strength of their cultivation was clear to see.

Nie Zhen stood there without moving, his figure did not sway, but on the other hand, Tang Yin unconsciously took two steps back, and his fist also subconsciously lowered himself. If one looked carefully, they would see that the spirit armor on his hand was covered in fine cracks, and the attack the two of them used just now had almost shattered the spirit armor on his hand.

"If you don't say it, I'll catch you and ask around!" Nie Zhen bellowed, he pounced towards Tang Yin, the Spirit Sword in his hand aimed at the center of his brows. Without waiting for Tang Yin to defend, Ling Ye's round blade swept towards Nie Zhen's ribs once again.

At the same time that he flicked his flying wheel blade, a fierce kick came from below his feet, striking towards Tang Yin's lower abdomen. The latter turned around, from Nie Zhen's side to his back, and thrusted the spirit sword in his hand towards his back.2

What a strange movement technique! Nie Zhen's cultivation level was far above Tang Yin, but in terms of movement techniques and skill, he couldn't compare to Tang Yin. Nie Zhen tried his best to dodge, dodging the Spirit Sword's blade of light, then raised his arm, returning the elbow back, fiercely smashing it into Tang Yin's face.

Knowing that he had a deep cultivation base and that he had the strength to make his move, Tang Yin turned to the side slightly and used one of his hands to support Nie Zhen's arm. Borrowing the strength of the blow, he pulled Nie Zhen's body away.

Maybe even Nie Zhen didn't know how he was thrown out of the arena. Fortunately, the old man reacted fast enough. The moment before he landed, he used one hand to prop himself up from the ground. He did not fall down even after he did a somersault. However, he still instinctively retreated a few steps due to the old man's inertia.

He thought about how lucky he was! Nie Zhen looked at Tang Yin in shock. As a grand Great Clan Elder, if he were to be knocked down by a Spirit Cultivator of Dark, he would not be able to face anyone in the future.

Tang Yin did not spare him, and did not give Nie Zhen a chance to catch his breath, the Ru Ying continued to approach him again and again, using its spirit sword to stab forward, disturbing his line of sight, but below, it raised its leg and kicked Nie Zhen fiercely.

Nie Zhen retreated back, and with a single stomp on the ground, countless of light spots appeared on the grass vines beneath his feet, and quickly spread out. Ling Ye, who was at the side, saw everything clearly and shouted loudly: "Be careful, that's a wood attribute spirit weapon ?"

Before he could finish speaking, the grass vines beneath Tang Yin's feet grew at a rapid speed, grabbing hold of his ankles in a split-second, and climbed up his legs.

"Quickly use the Fire of Darkness!" Ling Ye shouted anxiously.

Receiving Ling Ye's reminder, with a thought, Tang Yin's entire body was ignited with a layer of black flames. After being burned by the Fire of Darkness, the wood energy inside the grass and vines immediately dissipated.

Another Inner Sect of Dark Spirit Cultivator! This time, even Nie Zhen was confused, wasn't there only one in the world? How could he have met two today? What was going on?

While the old man was still in shock, Tang Yin had already rushed forward, the sword in his hand still not leaving his vital points. Tang Yin's attacks were sharper and faster than Ling Ye's, every move was followed by another, and every attack was faster than the last.

Under Tang Yin's preemptive attack, Nie Zhen was not used to it and was forced to retreat continuously. The scene was filled with the sound of tinkling and crackling. Sparks flashed from time to time. Tang Yin struck out with more than twenty strikes in one breath, forcing Nie Zhen to take ten steps back.

After Tang Yin exhausted all of his strength, his preemptive attack finally came to an end. Now that he looked at Nie Zhen again, the spirit armor on his body had shockingly left eight slashes on him. Although they were not deep and did not cut through his spirit armor, it was not hard to deduce the danger he was facing just now.

Such a tyrannical skill! In Nie Zhen's entire life, other than Guang Han, who had never admired anyone else, he had truly broadened his horizons when he saw Tang Yin's swift sword today. Even he himself had to admit that if one did not compare in terms of cultivation and kung fu, he was not a match for this Spirit Cultivator of Dark in front of him.

He sized Tang Yin up from head to toe, and faintly said: "Not bad! There are not many people in this world with such skills like you. Unfortunately, you have met me today, and you can only blame your bad luck. "

As he said that, the spirit sword in Nie Zhen's hand lit up with light, and it was only now that he revealed his true abilities.

Seeing that Nie Zhen had decided to kill, Ling Ye did not dare to continue supporting him from the side. He rushed to Tang Yin's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Following the increase in the radiance of Nie Zhen's spirit sword, the sword body also started to change. As the sword body lengthened, both sides of the sword tip had countless of barbs growing out.

"Attack!" Nie Zhen suddenly bellowed, the spirit sword in his hand swept towards Tang Yin.

Tang Yin took a deep breath, channeled all his strength, and blocked the opponent's spirit sword with all his might. The moment his sword and Nie Zhen's sword clashed, he knew in his heart that it was not good, because Nie Zhen's sword did not have any strength, it was soft like a chain.

Sure enough. After Nie Zhen's sword was blocked, it mysteriously bent and the bent portion of the sword body ruthlessly struck Tang Yin's arm. Pow! A crisp sound came out from Tang Yin's arm, the spirit sword's reverse prick quickly inserted itself into Tang Yin's spirit armor, following that, Nie Zhen fiercely retracted his sword, and with a rustling sound, a palm sized piece of the spirit armor on Tang Yin's arm was ripped off by the spirit sword, and even the clothes and flesh inside the spirit armor were ripped off as well.

Receiving the power of the strike, Tang Yin staggered a few steps horizontally, and the blood that flowed out instantly dyed his entire arm red.

Nie Zhen retracted his Spirit Sword, the Spirit Armored Materialization on top of it had turned into mist, and what was left was only a bloody piece of flesh.

He shook off his skin and flesh, and then, with a fierce glint in his eyes, he looked at Tang Yin, and faintly said: "If you dare to continue resisting, I'll let you have a taste of being ripped off!"

However, Tang Yin stood there as if he did not feel anything. He did not even make a sound nor look at his wounds as he leaned forward, his eyes flashing green light. He stared intently at Nie Zhen and the Spirit Sword in his hand that had undergone a change.

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