Pounce, pounce, pounce on the rain of arrows, for a while, the sound of arrows lost into the flesh was endless, and the barbarians and people crowded in front of the city gate fell a large piece.

This was only the beginning, and more arrows followed, mercilessly killing all life in front of the gates. In the blink of an eye, the ground was full of arrows, corpses were stacked on top of each other, and blood pooled on the ground and flowed into the moat. The city gates, the drawbridges, the cries, cries, cries for help, and screams of pain came and went.

The frightened people outside the city were still frantically moving towards the city and quietly couldn't lift it up, seeing that Tang Yin's cavalry was about to rush to nearly a thousand, the barbarians responsible for defending the city were also decisive, turned the knife edge, and killed the people on their own side, and forced them to withdraw from the drawbridge, and then occupy the operation, with the sound of the rattling chain being tightened, the drawbridge was raised again, and the corpse lying on the surface was like a dumpling, and the ordinary thunderbolt rolled into the moat.

If they were to put away the drawbridge, Tang Yin and the others would not want to rush into the city, and the plan of the sneak attack would also fail.

When the suspension bridge was slowly raised, Tang Yin took the lead in rushing forward, at this time the suspension bridge was more than two meters high from the ground, Tang Yin quickly pulled out two knives, merged together, and turned into a sickle, and then, he carried the knife with one hand, and pulled the reins of the war horse like a shadow with the other hand, and shouted: "Get up!"

Call!

Ruying comprehended the master's intentions, bent his legs, glared at the ground, jumped into the air, and flew forward, not only jumping over the moat, but also crossing the suspension bridge, the war horse had not yet landed, and Tang Yin's knife had already been swung out.

With two crisp clicks and clicks, the two chains were slashed at the suspension bridge, and the arm-thick chains were broken under the hard scythe, and the suspension bridge that was high and high fell down with a bang.

Strike!

Tang Yin's war horse landed and stood on the suspension bridge, the peak of this single-knife war horse shocked everyone present, and the barbarians and people crowded at the gate of the city did not reflect, and there were acquaintances Duan Duo.

Seeing this, the barbarians finally came over, frightened and coughed, crying and running into the city, because there were too many people here, crowded people, crowded people, crowded together, no one could run. With them in the way, a big meat shield will be formed, and Tang Yin and the others can't get in if they want to.

But there was no time to waste it, Tang Yin handed the sickle to his left hand, stretched out his right hand horizontally, and the black mist in his palm surrounded him, instantly forming a black ball of light. With a shake of his wrist, a black ball of light flew into the crowd and hit a middle-aged man's head.

Through the black fog, you can vaguely see that the middle-aged man's body has become jet black, and it has begun to expand rapidly, like a balloon that is constantly inflating, and the body has risen to several times the original size, and then, it really explodes like a balloon.

The fragmented black flesh and blood splattered everywhere, drenching the surrounding people, all over the body, and the people affected by it were then wrapped in black mist, their bodies expanded, and finally beyond the match, they exploded with a bang, and then the flying black flesh and blood spread to more people......

It's like a plague, and if it is affected, it will spread to more people.

Tang Yin's actual combat skills are one of the three major skills of the dark martial arts system, the Shadow Spell.

Shadow Drift, Shadow Clone, and Shadow Spell can be called the three major skills of the Shadow System, naturally each of which has its own uniqueness, especially Shadow Drift, which is widely used by Shadow Cultivators, and the Shadow Charm is a very vicious spiritual skill, which is not practical on the battlefield, mainly because this skill is not controlled by the releaser, and killing the enemy does not distinguish between you and me.

Of course, it's easy to get it to stop, as long as the people around it quickly retreat and not be affected by the flesh mixed with the dark aura.

At this time, the city gate was blocked by barbarians, and he couldn't rush in if he wanted to, so Tang Yin had to use a shadow spell to blow up the crowd.

In this scene, without Tang Yin blocking it, the wind army didn't dare to rush forward if it wanted to, and even the war horses that stepped down were retreating vigorously.

With so many people blocking the city gates, under the ravages of the shadow spell, there was no longer a living person in the blink of an eye, only black blood and shredded clothes all over the ground.

Tang Yin looked back and saw that his soldiers were all looking at the city gate in a daze, including the official brothers and Lotte. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "What are you waiting for?"

As soon as he said that, Tang Yin had already ridden his horse and rushed into the city of Besa.

The wind army woke up from the shock, looked at Tang Yin's back, and couldn't help the hairs in their hearts, fortunately, the adults were their own adults, not enemies, otherwise?????? The soldiers looked at each other, and then shouted in unison, urging the horses to follow Tang Yin and rush into the city.

The 4,000 cavalry is insignificant compared to the huge city of Besa and the millions of people, but they came too suddenly, and they attacked too viciously, killing people when they saw them, and cutting down people whenever they met, regardless of whether the other party was a soldier or an ordinary person, everywhere they passed, blood flowed like a river, and the city of Besa was turned upside down, crying and screaming.

Tang Yin turned his head sideways and said to the official brothers: "Yuan Wu, you take 1,500 brothers to the left to kill, Yuan Biao, you take 1,500 brothers to kill to the right, and the rest of the people will come with me!"

He led a thousand cavalry and went directly to the Zhongxin main road in the city of Besa, where the city-state of Besa used all the troops at its disposal, and there were no more troops available in the capital except for a few thousand defenders.

They struck from the main road, as if they were in a no-man's land, and on the road they saw only the people of Besa fleeing in all directions, and did not touch a single soldier.

Walk through the main road and look ahead to the royal palace of Besa.

The palace is splendid, the wealth of the surrounding kingdoms plundered for many years is basically gathered here, there are high palace walls outside the palace, looking inside, the buildings in the palace are tall and majestic, covering a vast area, repeatedly invading the command center of the territory.

Tang Yin looked at it, his qi and blood boiled, and his eyes exposed outside the spirit armor gradually turned scarlet.

At this time, the palace had already been alerted to an enemy attack, and the gates of the palace were tightly closed, and the palace walls were all palace guards.

Tang Yin and the others had just come forward, the city wall arrows rained down, and more than a dozen wind soldiers were not prepared, and they were shot into hedgehogs by people and horses, and died tragically in front of the palace gate.

Although Tang Yin has a spirit armor to protect his body, he is not afraid of arrows, but the war horse that he stepped on did not have the protection of spirit armor.

He turned over and dismounted, dragged his scythe and rushed straight over, and the barbarian's rain of arrows immediately concentrated on him.

The dense array of arrows was really like raindrops, Tang Yin waved the sickle in his hand and dialed the arrows, but there were still arrows passing through the sickle from time to time and nailing him to his body. The tip of the arrow hit the spirit armor and clanged, and Tang Yin's body was also affected by its inertia, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

The endurance of the spirit armor is not unlimited, and the contact will be shattered if it is hit by a sharp weapon, Tang Yin's current cultivation has reached the spirit yuan realm, and the spirit armor in his body is tough enough, but under such a dense arrow array, he still does not dare to be careless, and reluctantly takes a few steps forward, and then casts shadow drift, first flashing to the foot of the wall of the palace wall, and before the barbarian guards can react, he has cast shadow drift again and appears on the palace wall.

The melee combat of the stand-in was Tang Yin's forte, and the scythe and his body were covered by dark fire, and then, rushing into the camp of the barbarian guards, wielding the scythe, and killing on a large scale.

The guards on the palace wall are very strong in combat, but relatively speaking, they are not spiritual cultivators after all, and the palace wall is narrow, and there are too many people to exert it, and if they touch Tang Yin, a spiritual cultivator of the Lingyuan Realm, they can only end up being slaughtered by others.

The battle was not long, and a hundred barbarian guards had already died from the burning of the dark fire, turning into spiritual mist and inhaling into Tang Yin's body. Many other people didn't even move in the chaos, they were squeezed off the palace wall, and their bones were broken.

The enemy of the palace wall was restrained by Tang Yin, and the wind army below took the opportunity to kill it, the palace gate of the palace was a wooden door wrapped in iron sheets, and the wind army dismounted one after another, and collided together, only to hear the sound of knocking and knocking, and the palace gate could still withstand it, but the door latch could not hold such a strong impact.

Soon, the latch of the door broke, the palace door opened, and a thousand wind troops, the tigers from the lower mountains, swarmed in, or rushed into the palace, or climbed the palace wall, and fought with the barbarian guards.

Seeing that his brother had already killed recently, Tang Yin was not in love at the palace wall, and flashed with a shadow drift, striding towards the main hall of the palace.

Before he could enter the gate, two figures flew out of his face.

Tang Yin's eyes were sharp, and when he was about to slash the knife, he found that it was his own soldiers who flew out, he reacted very quickly, and put the sickle horizontally on the spot, dragging the two flying out of the wind army, looking down at the two of them, the leather armor in the lower abdomen had been picked open by a sharp weapon, and the intestines flowed out of the body.

Slowly putting down the corpse, Tang Yin raised his head violently, the scarlet in his eyes had turned into bloodthirsty blood red at some point, and between the shaking of his body, he rushed into the main hall of the palace with his two shoulders.

As soon as the person came in, there were two knives in front of him, Tang Yin didn't dodge, but just waved the sickle in his hand, and with the collision of the two iron weapons, the two slashed spirit knives were bounced away, and at the same time, the two spiritual cultivators who came out of the knife also doubled and retreated two steps.

Tang Yin raised his eyes to watch, blocking in front of him were two barbarian spirit warriors, wearing spirit armor, with spirit knives in their hands, behind them, there were more than 20 barbarians in gorgeous clothes, their ages were not young, looking at the costumes, they should be the ministers of the barbarian state, looking at these ministers, and then looking inside, a middle-aged barbarian in his early fifties sat on the golden chair in the center, this person was burly, Tall, even if he sat in a chair, he still looked thicker than the people around him, he was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe intertwined with gold and red, wearing a golden crown on his head, and a gold belt around his waist, sitting on a chair, as steady as Mount Tai, even in the case of the attack on the capital and the destruction of the palace, the expression on his face was not as panicked as others, and this unruly and solemn majesty alone was actually not comparable to others.

No need to ask, just looking at his outfit and domineering momentum, he must be the king of the city-state of Besa.

Tang Yin ignored the two spirit warriors in front of him, and the twenty generals slowly raised the knife in their hands, pointed it directly at the nose of King Besa, and said coldly in the language of the Morphis Federation: "Today, I want your head!"