Tang Yin’s Adventure in Another World

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A spiritual practitioner of the level like Qian Nan, if on the battlefield where the two armies are fighting, do not know how much damage will be caused to the other party, but now he has died in the hands of the assassin, which is also internal friction terrible.

Assassins rushed into the woods and pursued Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan who had fled before.

Xing Yuan's Lingwu is almost the same as Qian Nanxiang. Even with Xiao Xiang, he runs very fast, but even so, they were still caught up by a dozen assassins.

This wave of assassins has fifteen or six people, each of which is a light spiritual practitioner and a dark spiritual practitioner. When they found the figures of Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan, the dark spiritual practitioners flashed to them with a shadow drift. Directly in front, blocking the way of the two of them, the bright spiritualists followed, blocking their retreat, but in an instant, the assassins formed a tendency to enclose them.

Still no one spoke, the assassins stared at Xiao Xiang, one by one, and they all saw the light, and invariably raised the knife in their hands, sharply pointing at her.

There are so many assassins around, and only Xing Yuan is left beside him. To say that Xiao Xiang is not afraid that it is absolutely deceiving, but her dignity as a princess of a country does not allow her to ask for mercy, let alone Allow her to show a hint of timidity.

Surrounded by the enemies, Xiao Xiangqiang calmed down. She took a deep breath and asked with shock: "Which brothers and sisters are you from the palace? To kill the palace, you must let the palace die!"

No one answered her question. A dark spiritual assassin gave a deep drink and took the lead. The spirit knife pierced forward and took Xiao Xiang's neck.

Xiao Xiang didn't even see how the knife was made. The sharp knife's tip had stabbed her near her. She was embarrassed and stepped back instinctively. At the critical moment, Xing Yuan strove to send a sword to Xiao. Xiang's Spirit Knife bounced off, and then he returned with a sword, counterattacking the assassin's head.

The assassin parryed his sword, and when he heard a golden chirp, a dazzling group of Martians appeared in the dark woods. The assassin's feet were on the ground, and he slid back more than two meters to stabilize his figure. .

Looking at the ground again, two long scratches were revealed, and the assassin's palm was directly shattered, and the cracked tiger's mouth exuded blood, dripping to the ground along his fingertips.

The assassins around were squinting their eyes, and the pressure on the scene began to multiply. Soon, the assassins slowly retreated, and at the same time, the raised spirit knives were lowered and carried behind.

Xing Yuan hadn't figured out what the other party was going to do. Suddenly, the assassins flew out the spirit knife behind them, the spirit knife swirled in the air, and the harsh whistling was flying from all directions to Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuaner. people.

If Xing Yuan was only one person at this time, he wanted to protect himself easily, the key is that he had to protect Xiao Xiang. Seeing a flying sword screaming, Xing Yuan sang loudly, using the power of feeding milk, and continuously casting Lingwu skills.

I only heard the crunching sounds in the field, and the more than ten spirit knives flying over him were continuously cast by the four spirit chaos. The wind blocked all the spirit knives, which were hit by the blades and bounced off in the air. When he got to the ground, Xing Yuan hadn't had time to calm down this breath. The assassins around him swarmed up, picked up their own spiritual knives, and attacked Xiao Xiang and Xing Yuan respectively.

Casting four mind chaos and wind in one breath, even a spiritual practitioner of Xing Yuan's level can hardly bear it. Now he is at a time when the front force is exhausted and the rear force is insufficient, even if it is difficult to protect himself, let alone go. Rescue Xiao Xiang.

Seeing that the assassin's sword was getting closer to Xiao Xiang, and Xing Yuan himself was trapped by several assassins. He screamed angrily, but unfortunately could do nothing.

Just when Xiao Xiang was in a desperate situation and her life was dying, a Sichuan soldier suddenly appeared beside her. Everyone present, including Xiao Xiang himself, did not see how he appeared.

This man took a shot like an electric power, grabbing Xiao Xiang's waist. At the moment when several stabbing swords approached him, he jumped up into the air. This jumped out two or three meters high, and the man was still in the air. Grasping a tree branch, the body swung outwards by inertia, holding Xiao Xiang and jumping out of the assassin's circle.

His series of movements were done in one go, as fast and agile as a spirit ape.

Suddenly, Cheng Cheng killed a bite of gold in the middle, the assassins stopped, and Xing Yuan was dumbfounded. After a pause, he thought the princess was being held by the assassin, his eyes were bloodshot and his hair was stretched out, and he yelled at the Sichuan soldier.

However, Xing Yuangang's figure rushed out was immediately blocked by the surrounding assassins. At the same time, the assassin separated seven people, carrying the dagger, and walked towards the Sichuan soldier step by step.

The Sichuan soldier's black scarf was masked, that is, without a shield, and without weapons in his hands, it looked like an ordinary soldier, but the assassins could feel that the pressure on this person was too strong and too powerful. The degree of horror that will make people's hearts first after the fight.

Who is this person? How could such a powerful master be hidden in the princess' ceremonies? Why is there no mention of his own intelligence? The assassins were full of puzzles, but their steps did not stop. Seven people spread out in a fan shape, slowly approaching.

Not to mention that they couldn't guess the specific identity of the Sichuan soldier. Even Xiao Xiang rescued by him was still the second monk of Zhang Er's mind. She looked up and stared blankly at this 'minion' who was holding her waist. Live in doubt: "Who are you?"

He didn't answer, but looked slowly at the assassins who came across, and said slowly: "You are not my opponent, and don't take my shot. At least, you can save your life."

So familiar sound! Xiao Xiang was startled and froze a little. She suddenly widened her eyes and shouted incredulously, "You are ..."

She had just spoken out, and the Sichuan army soldier's arm around her waist suddenly tightened, and then he slightly bowed his head and whispered in Xiao Xiang's ear: "You know it, but don't say it."

At first she was still a little uncertain. After all, his voice was very familiar, but his accent was completely different. It was the standard Sichuanese accent, but after hearing what he said, she was sure that the person dressed up by the Sichuan soldier was Wind King Tang Yin is right!

How could he be in Sichuan? How come you are here? Xiao Xiang's mind was full of doubts, but soon her puzzlement was replaced by anger.

Tang Yin's courage is too big. Not only did he run to Sichuan, but he also came to his side. Isn't he afraid of being exposed?

It wasn't even clear to her whether it was because Tang Yin was too ignorant of Chuan Guo's eyes, or whether he was taking his own life as a joke.

At this point, Xiao Xiang had forgotten all the assassins around him, and all his thoughts were on the 'Chuan Bing' in front of him.

However, the assassin obviously didn't want to give her a chance to ask questions. People drank one after another, and repeated the trick, throwing out the spirit knife in their hands and shooting at the Sichuan soldier and Xiao Xiang together.

"Huh." He smirked softly, but did not see any movement from him, but the magic sword appeared magically in his palm.

He squinted at the spirit knife flying on his back, his spirit sword pierced continuously. A series of tinkling sounds were heard in the ear wheels, and all seven daggers bounced to the ground.

His sword came out so fast that he even drew seven swords, but in the eyes of others, it seemed as if only one sword was stabbed, and this sword hit all seven spirit swords to the ground.

The assassins saw the same change in their faces, and they stopped involuntarily.

They have played against many masters of Lingwu, but they are as powerful and scary as the man in front of them, and have never encountered them.

Rarely, the assassins had a chill in their hearts, standing one by one, staring at the Sichuan soldier coldly, but he didn't make the next move.

As time passed by one minute and one second, the spirit knife falling on the ground had begun to make a sound, and a white mist was constantly emitted from the blade of the spirit knife. Because there is no reiki injection for a long time, the shape of the spirit knife has begun to become an ordinary steel knife.

At this time, an assassin couldn't bear it first. He rushed forward mutely, striding forward with a steel knife on the ground, and snatched it with his arms.

However, he just had a knife in his hand, and the Sichuan soldier who was holding Xiao Xiang did not know when he had appeared in front of him. The cold spirit sword ruthlessly pierced his chest. Then he felt out.

Quiet. The scene was terribly quiet.

thump! The assassin's body fell straight to the ground, his limbs only twitched for a few moments, and then there was no movement. The emerging blood instantly stained the ground a large area. Almost at the same time, the assassins in the back also made a sound of inhalation.

The other side is a dark spiritual practitioner, which they can perceive, but there is still Xiaoxiang in the other's arms, and it is impossible to cast a shadow drift, which means that he completely rushes to his companion in his own way. Another sword stabbed him to death.

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There is no need to fight anymore, assassins have lost their will to continue fighting. The strength of the opponent is completely beyond their ability to deal with it. They can't be killed by forcing siege without fear of death. Even if these assassins are dead men, no one is willing to make fearless sacrifice.

The crowd looked at each other, and slowly backed off in unison, not knowing who sent out a sharp whistle. Then, the assassins spread out and rushed into the dense forest in all directions.

"Can't let them run like this, you hurry to catch them ..." Xiao Xiang finally came back to her, pushing the Chuanbing's breastplate vigorously, yelling loudly.

Chuan Bing didn't mean to follow her command line, he said slowly: "That's your problem, but you have to remember that this time, you owe me a life."

Between words, the Sichuan soldier let go of Xiao Xiang and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Xiao Xiang refused to let him go, reached out and grabbed the cloak behind him. In addition, Xing Yuan had already taken the first step, blocked his way, looked up and down, and asked, "Who is your lord?"