There is a bright moon in the sky, and there are long wind and flowing clouds.
On top of Wuya Peak, Lin Huang suddenly heard a long roar, white clothes rustling like flags, and when the Demon Suppressing Sword was unsheathed, a ten-mile sword shot towards Han Qingtian.
The sword's radiance was so strong that it immediately illuminated the night sky.
Under the mountain peak, thousands of people were shocked. Looking at the sword that had been prepared for a long time, they all showed incredible expressions. They never thought that Lin Huang could be so powerful.
Half-step Wuhou!
Yan Nangui's face condensed, and his eyes blazed with two rays of light. Lin Huang had been sleeping for half a year, but he had reached such a state. In time, he would definitely be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
The disciples of Tianlei Sect were also a little shocked.
Once upon a time, the title of Tianjiao in the Eastern Spirit Realm was still in the hands of Qi Changfeng and others, but they never thought that Lin Huang would be about to get involved in Marquis Wu today.
"No wonder you dare to be so arrogant and challenge the sect leader!"
"So what? The realm of Marquis Wu is a natural chasm. Even if Lin Huang has surpassed his peers, he will still be here today!"
Under the mountain peak, while everyone was shocked, the ten-mile sword light had already killed Han Qingtian.
I saw Han Qingtian wearing purple clothes with big sleeves, his eyes majestic. Looking at the sword light coming from ten miles away, he didn't look down at all. Just as he waved his big sleeves, a long sword pointed to the sky, and when it roared down, it was the general.
The sword light cut it in two.
There was a roar.
Between the heaven and the earth, the sword light collapsed, and the roaring sound shook all directions.
Thousands of people under the mountain peak stared at each other, only to realize that Wuhou's realm was so powerful. With a swing of his sword, Lin Huang's long-awaited sword light was completely crushed to death.
The disciples of the Tianlei Sect looked greatly refreshed and had a look of pride on their faces.
As they said, if you don't enter the realm of Wuhou, no matter how talented Lin Huang is, how can you compete with Han Qingtian, who is thundering in all directions!
In the sky, after ten miles of sword light, Lin Huang turned into a line of blood, seeming to split the bright moon into two pieces, and the murderous aura filled the sky, killing all of them towards Han Qingtian.
Han Qingtian frowned and felt a dangerous aura.
"Is this your God-of-Death Slash? It is indeed an earth-level martial art. It really makes me pay attention. However, if you want to fight me, Han Qingtian, with this skill, you are not qualified!"
Han Qingtian sneered, unable to keep calm. During the long roar, it turned into a terrifying afterimage. The sword energy in the sky was like a huge stone sharpening a knife, cutting the blood line into several pieces.
Under the sky, heavy snow suddenly covered the sky.
The dark night sky was bone-chilling, revealing endless sadness, making people feel sad and their emotions fluctuating like tides.
"Snow is falling on earth!"
Some people exclaimed, feeling the biting and dangerous atmosphere contained in the sad snowflakes, and looked horrified.
Seventy years ago, in Yanzangfeng, the world was filled with heavy snow. Wherever he went, Marquis Wu retreated, and no one in the world could be his enemy. When Yin Yang Valley was born that year, there was a heavy snowfall in Yanzangfeng, and the bodies of many people were buried.
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Now, heavy snow has returned to the world.
The Xiao Xiao's murderous intention in the void seemed to be more terrifying than Yan Zangfeng. Tens of thousands of warriors could not imagine how far Lin Huang had practiced the Piaoxue Palace's palace-suppressing martial arts.
When everyone looked up, they saw that before Han Qingtian could completely cut off the killing god with one strike, he was wrapped in heavy snow and the endless wind and frost were like knives, crushing and killing the latter.
"Changtian Sword Qi Jue!"
Amidst the heavy snow, Han Qingtian also had a serious look on his face. As he swung his long sword, he was filled with thousands of sword energy, crushing the surrounding snow with a powerful posture.
A buzzing sound.
In the snow-falling world, Lin Huang, dressed in white clothes, suddenly appeared in front of Han Qingtian. With a wave of his hand, he slashed out the ultimate sword hidden in the snow-falling world.
"Wuhou Tiangang!"
Han Qingtian's expression suddenly froze, and he was surrounded by hundreds of swords, forming a ten-foot sword Qi Tiangang to protect his whole body.
boom.
In the void, a loud noise shook all directions.
The sight of the tens of thousands of warriors fell out, and they saw that the Wuhou Tiangang around Han Qingtian had countless cracks and suddenly exploded under Lin Huang's sword.
Before Lin Huang's sword could use up all its remaining power, the blade gleamed and struck Han Qingtian's head.
Han Qingtian's expression quickly solidified, and he stepped back ten inches to avoid the extremely dangerous knife. Although his life was not in danger, there was a scarlet scarlet scar on his chest.
At the foot of Wuya Peak, the faces of tens of thousands of warriors all changed, looking at the scene in the void in disbelief.
Han Qingtian... was actually injured?
That was Han Qingtian, the leader of the Tianlei Sect and a first-generation Wuhou. He was actually injured in the hands of Lin Huang, and was forced into this situation by a junior who was half a Wuhou?
The Tianlei Sect disciple's eyes were full of anger and sneer, "Lin Huang really doesn't know the heights of the world and dares to hurt the sect master. Do you really think he has the strength?"
"If the sect master hadn't thought that he was a junior and had some spare hands, he would have been killed with a thunderbolt!"
The disciples of Tianlei Sect were not angry, but the eyes of everyone in Piaoxue Palace were bright. Little Fatty Bai crossed his waist, not to mention how excited he was, "That old bastard Han Qingtian still wants to mess with Boss Lin, he is really better than Ergou
Still stupid!"
Woof woof.
The big white cat on Little Fatty Bai's belly screamed with aggrieved face.
On Wuya Peak, Han Qingtian was a little stunned, but not too angry. His fingers passed between the wounds, and the terrible wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Snow falling on the earth is indeed extraordinary!"
Han Qingtian waved his hand to wipe away the blood on his shoulder, with a hint of fierceness in his calmness, "But today's battle ends here! I will give you a knife, you should rest in peace!"
Han Qingtian flicked his long sleeves, and his steady voice came out like thunder:
"Big sleeves embrace the sky!"
Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the void suddenly changed. Under the bright moon, Han Qingtian waved his sleeves, forming a mighty cage that enveloped the void within a ten-mile radius.
On top of the cage, countless runes shine, filled with terrifying gathering power, just like a world in the blue sky, suppressing all the proud ones in the world.
Inside the cage, Lin Huang's expression became solemn. He could feel the terror of the cage, which could be split open by a single slash from the non-killing god.
"This is... Qingtian Prison!"
At the foot of Wuya Peak, a warrior exclaimed, "Han Qingtian's martial spirit holds the blue sky. Han Qingtian once used this cage to suppress Wuhou with his Tianyuan!"
The disciples of Tianlei Sect were extremely excited, looking at the cage stretching ten miles across in the void, flashing with terrifying runes, as blazing as the sun, covering up the brilliance of the bright moon.
In the blue sky cage, Lin Huang did not move.
"This blue sky cage contains a trace of power!"
Jun Qingcheng frowned.
"Back then, your father Lin Changtian was also trapped. If Xuanyuan Tibing hadn't appeared, he would have turned into a ghost in my cage. Today, I don't know if you, Lin Huang, have the ability to break my cage.
Blue Sky Cage!”
Under the sky, Han Qingtian looked stern, his eyes full of confidence.
"You don't dare to compete with my father, but you show off your power in front of me. Han Qingtian, you are really impressive!"
In the cage, Lin Huang was not anxious and said calmly.
"I said that today's battle ends here!"
Han Qingtian rolled his sleeves and snorted coldly. He raised his long sword and pointed at the sky. A terrifying aura filled his body again. The long sword above his head suddenly shone like a thunderous light.
"The long sword draws thunder from the sky!"
Under the void, Han Qingtian shouted loudly. Just as he finished speaking, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the sound of wind and thunder shook the void, as if thousands of thunderbolts were roaring.
At the foot of Wuya Peak, thousands of people were shocked. Looking at the scene in the void, they were all like clay and wood sculptures.
"Han Qingtian is... going to attract thunder from the sky to kill Lin Huang?"
"He can actually attract thunder from the sky. This is a thunder that even the Wuhou realm dare not resist easily!"
"Lin Huang is in a cage in the blue sky. The thunder is coming and he will definitely die!"
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Crack!
As if in response to everyone's speculation, there was a loud noise from the sky and the earth. A terrifying light shone, suddenly shining through the night sky, and then a terrifying thunderbolt came!
After the initial thunder, hundreds of thunder followed behind, rumbling and rumbling, crushing the void.
The torrential thunder fell into the blue sky cage in just the blink of an eye.