Broken Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Six ─ Tent Night Battle

"It came so fast."

Inside the tent, Wan Erhao and Yang Tianxing opened their eyes at the same time.

There was an inexplicable tacit understanding between the two of them.

The next moment, the cloth door of the tent was opened, and a large sword came!

Yang Tianxing held the long spear in his right hand, which was placed between his knees, but the silver shadow was very conspicuous in the pitch-black tent.

hum!

The sound of weapons, kicking off this extraordinary evening!

...

Outside the tent, there were six people standing outside the huge tent in the shape of snowflakes.

The power of the six figures is released, and the patterns are portrayed and formed. But the strange thing is that there is no fluctuation of the grain force.

The pattern forms a huge snow-white ice pattern.

Standing outside, there are also Yu Wenlong and Zheng Ke. Looking at the tent in the pattern, his eyes are colder than the fine snow in the sky. Yu Wenlong looked at the ice pattern with a sneer on his face. This ice pattern is a pattern of the town tribe of the Tribe offering sacrifices to the heavens—【Ice Flower Offerings to Heaven】.

Binghua sacrifice to the sky map, and does not have any attack ability. The ice flower offering sacrifice to the sky is an auxiliary pattern. According to legends, the ancestors of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe were able to escape the disaster with their clansmen, relying on this pattern. The strength of this lies in the hidden breath.

The ancestors used this pattern to cover up the breath of thousands of people.

And the pattern of [Ice Flower Sacrifice to the Heaven] is a great formation for protecting the family of the Heaven Sacrifice Tribe. If there is a big enemy attacking, it will activate this hidden position, and the clansmen hide in it, like snakes that cannot be detected, waiting for a bite.

Right now, the six tattoo masters under Yu Wenlong are launching a small-scale version of [Ice Flower Sacrifice]. What they want to hide is the battle fluctuations in this tent. If his father Yu Wenchang knew that he had chosen to attack those two boys, he would have come to stop them immediately.

But now, under the cover of the pattern and intoxicated with the beauty, it will not be discovered for a while.

This time and three moments is enough for him to kill those two boys!

...

Yang Tianxing and Wan Erhao were different. They never thought that old Yuwen would take care of them. They only believe in themselves. But when they saw that the strength of the person who rushed in was only one palace realm, both of them were a little surprised.

Originally, I had a desperate plan, but it turned out to be this kind of strength...

After thinking about it in my mind, the movements of the two were not slow at all.

Yang Tianxing had just blocked the broadsword with his spear, but his left hand stretched out five fingers.

Wan Erhao did the same, and the one who rushed towards him was also a tattoo artist from the First Palace Realm. His face was still as dead as a dead man, as if he had turned a blind eye to the long sword that was about to pierce his head. But in the next moment, a shield formed by grain force blocked the long sword and made a sonorous sound.

when!

The patterned light shield dissipated and disappeared, but the famous patterned person also took two steps back because of this.

At this moment, Wan Erhao grabbed it out of thin air, and the pattern condensed and formed.

A bare bow was held out of thin air, the index finger of the right hand had been gently pulled back from the bowstring condensed by the lines, and a line of arrows had been constructed.

call!

The light arrow was extremely fast, leaving a clear blood hole on the forehead of the tattoo artist whose face was still condensed with incredible colors, which was shocking. But also because of Wan Erhao's lightning speed, he had no time to see Yang Tianxing's attack on the other side.

Yang Tianxing shot extremely fast, and the five fingers on his left hand became claws. The man with the tattoo wanted to step back, but he felt a sense of powerlessness. It seems that no matter how far back to the ends of the earth, there is no way to escape from this unremarkable claw.

In fact, this seemingly ordinary claw has already changed twelve castrations at the moment when it sticks out, wrapping all the dodging positions of the tattoo artist. No matter how he dodged and escaped, he still could not escape. in his palm.

By the time Yang Tianxing easily snapped the tattoo artist's throat, the tattoo artist's face was still full of horror.

The time it took for the two to kill the enemy was only a few seconds apart.

Seeing the speed at which the two of them killed, they were a little surprised. It's just that they didn't show it, they nodded slightly, and they still stood there.

Yang Tianxing stood with a gun, the breeze blowing in from the tent curtain door flew his long belt into the wind, looking at the same beautiful tail.

And Wan Erhao was still so low-key, wearing that flamboyant red robe, his fingers were constantly clenched and relaxed, making them in the most relaxed state. He used this method to relax his fingers in the hottest practice in the past.

It is precisely because of that inhuman training, coupled with his outstanding talent, that he has a strength comparable to the peak of the first grain realm before he has broken through the Xiantian Palace!

None of them rushed out.

The strength of the two is extraordinary, and they both feel the murderous intent that is strong outside. If you don't know the situation outside and then rush out rashly, it is much more dangerous than staying here. The other party sent the two First Palace Boundaries in, which meant that they were tempted.

Both of them removed the opponent's first move in a violent way, and then it was time for the opponent to make a move.

...

"It's resolved so quickly, I really deserve to be the descendant of Jiji Mountain." Yu Wenlong raised his eyebrows, and although he said so, he was not too surprised. After all, he has tasted Yang Tianxing's strength head-on. Don't look at him standing here now, but in fact he has lost the courage to face Yang Tianxing head-on.

Thinking of this, and thinking of the Four Seasons Mountain, Yu Wenlong's hatred even more.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he really doesn't have enough hands.

The six tattoo masters were unable to join the battle because they wanted to cast [Ice Flower Sacrifice to the Sky], and there were only two first and two second palace tattoo practitioners left in their hands. But Yuwenlong is still confident because of Zheng Ke.

Zheng Ke is a tattoo artist of the Three Palaces.

Those two teenagers can challenge by leapfrog, but they can't challenge by two, right?

Thinking of this, Yu Wenlong ordered: "Go, kill the two. May the ancestors be with you."

Hearing this sentence, the two of them seemed to be fighting chicken blood: "May the ancestors be with us!" After saying this, they rushed into the tent!

This time, Yang Tianxing and Wan Erhao moved faster.

Almost as soon as the wind came, Yang Tianxing moved.

The spear swayed, and the long belt around the waist pulled out a silver tail, which reflected the silver shadow drawn by the spear. The two tattooed people who had just entered the tent felt a rush of coldness!

On the surface, Yang Tian was fortunate to wait for the rabbit, but in fact, it was an instant countermeasure waiting for the opponent to enter, and he was caught off guard!

When the crisis came, the two tattooists of the Heaven-Sacrificing Tribe could only roar and activate their most powerful tattoo skills.

After all, these two people are not the two first palace realm tattooists just now, both of them are the strength of the second palace realm, and the cultivation base of the real theory is a realm higher than Yang Tianxing! The first to bear the brunt is a muscular tattoo artist. He holds a big axe and is also a first-order tattoo soldier!

At this moment, I saw him roaring furiously, and the strength of his right hand fluctuated greatly, as if in the blink of an eye, his right arm became stronger, and even more faintly saw some tiny brown hairs emerging! Yang Tianxing knew what kind of pattern it was with just a glance.