Under Wuya Peak, when Han Qingtian's left arm changed, many warriors changed their colors. They didn't know that the latter's arm actually hid such a secret.
But on the top of the mountain, hundreds of formation seals were flying around the body of the man in white clothes stained with blood.
The formation seal is like a sword, exuding a heart-stopping aura.
"Level 4 formation master!"
Among the warriors, some formation masters were surprised, and they all looked incredulous.
Murong Fen frowned, with an unstoppable smile on his face. Lin Huang, who could not meet the second-level formation master at first sight, actually jumped into the ranks of the fourth-level formation master in less than a year.
Under the sky, Lin Huang's gaze was like a torch. As he waved his arms, the formation marks all over his body were like leaping elves. In just a breath, they formed a formation and turned into a murderous sword formation.
"He is worthy of being a new generation legend in the Eastern Spirit Realm!"
In the sky, Han Qingtian looked embarrassed but remained calm, "But if you want to compete with me, the fourth-level formation is far from enough!"
Han Qingtian's long arms stretched across the sky, like a sky-breaking backbone, endless blood flowed out from it, and the murderous aura was overwhelming.
"Is it?"
Lin Huang frowned and chuckled. In just a moment's movement of his five fingers, the sword formation in his hand was filled with a breath of ice and ice, making the air in the void solidify.
Then, Lin Huang waved his arm again, and another level 4 formation appeared in the sky, exuding the aura of a blazing fire.
On the top of Wuya Peak, there are two sword formations of ice and fire, each occupying half of the void. The completely different auras give off an extremely dangerous feeling.
Han Qingtian frowned and formed a fist with his left arm, suddenly becoming more alert.
"go!"
Lin Huang spoke softly with his thin lips, and then swept the two sword formations towards Han Qingtian. The terrifying aura swept away, causing the air to burst. Half of them turned into ice, and the other half burned with fire.
Han Qingtian raised his arms and roared, turning into a stream of light and slashing towards the formation.
boom.
There was a loud sound in the sky.
The moment Han Qingtian's left arm fell, two sword formations with completely opposite auras merged and exploded, causing the void to shake and arousing smoke and dust all over the sky.
Everyone frowned, wondering what the outcome would be. However, Lin Huang suddenly let out a long roar, unsheathed the embroidered magic sword in his left hand, and roared with the demon-suppressing sword in his right hand, like two streams of light shooting into the smoke.
The left hand slashes the killing god with a slash, and the right hand sends out snow floating in the world. When the demon-suppressing embroidered god intersects, the two martial arts evolve into the Cross Yama, reflecting the bright moon and sinking into the smoke.
Under the mountain peak, a young man in purple clothes had gleaming eyes and a cold smile.
Ceng Ceng Ceng.
In the smoke and dust, the sound of metal and stone came out, and it was audible even from the top and bottom of the mountain.
Tens of thousands of warriors frowned, wondering how the battle would go in the smoke and dust. They could only vaguely sense that the two people must be fighting together at this moment, constantly fighting.
A buzzing sound.
Suddenly, a cloud of blood mist exploded in the void, dispersing the smoke and dust that covered the sky, allowing everyone to see unobstructed. But when everyone looked at the sky again, they were dumbfounded, with astonishment on their faces.
Above the sky, Lin Huang was dressed in blood-clothed clothes, with golden light shining all over his body and his body glowing. A pair of iron fists were like the sound of ancient bells, falling on Han Qingtian with a domineering and powerful attitude.
In just a few breaths, Lin Huang struck out hundreds of punches in succession. Han Qingtian was as embarrassed as a kite with its string cut off, with blood pouring from his body.
And his left arm had exploded long ago.
"this……"
The scene in the sky shocked countless people.
The disciples of Tianlei Sect were like clay and wood sculptures, with a strong look of disappointment in their eyes, and they didn't understand why such a result occurred.
That little thief in Linhuang was clearly not at the level of Marquis Wu, so how could he force Han Qingtian to this level?
Little Fatty Bai looked so happy that his buttocks could reach the sky.
Yan Nangui and the others also breathed a long sigh of relief, but Jun Qingcheng's expression remained unchanged, his starry eyes still staring at the young man in purple.
"Han Qingtian, do you still remember the Great Xia Dynasty?"
"Do you still remember Outside the Blood Triangle!"
"Do you still remember Tianlong Mountain!"
Under the bright moon in the sky, Lin Huang's fists were like spears, falling on Han Qingtian's body like a violent storm, flying away his flesh and blood, crushing his muscles and bones, and breaking his meridians.
.
At any time, Lin Huang could crush the latter's head with one punch.
"Do you think that because you are so high up and the leader of a sect, you can control the life and death of others at will?"
Lin Huang was so big, his eyes were like lightning, showing his invincible tyranny.
"Do you really think that you, a little puppy who is not at the level of Wuhou, can kill me, Han Qingtian?"
In the void, Han Qingtian vomited blood and laughed, his eyes full of madness and sarcasm.
Lin Huang's expression changed slightly, and he punched Han Qingtian's head fiercely.
A clanging sound.
Where thousands of people focused their attention, they saw Lin Huang's golden fist, violently smashing Han Qingtian's head to pieces, and the latter's body exploded into a ball of blood mist.
The people of Tianlei Sect suddenly froze, looking in disbelief at the scene that made them despair.
"The sect leader... actually lost?"
A disciple said tremblingly, with a cry in his voice. He never expected that Han Qingtian, the first generation of Wuhou, would actually be defeated, at the hands of a rising star.
"No...this is impossible!"
Some disciples shouted, unwilling to accept that the young man who was no more than the same age as themselves and others trampled their sect leader under his feet.
At the foot of Wuya Peak, countless warriors stared blankly at the scene in the sky. Their intuitions were horrified, and they were hard to express for a moment.
However, before everyone could react, Han Qingtian's exploding blood mist suddenly paused in the void, suspended in the void, and exuded a strange aura.
Lin Huang stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the suspended blood mist, and felt an unprecedented danger. With just a wave of his hand, countless sword shadows appeared around Lin Huang, pointing directly at the blood mist in the void.
"This is……"
Under the mountain peak, a warrior said in confusion, deeply feeling Han Qingtian's strangeness.
In just a few breaths, the blood mist suspended in the void violently moved towards one place.
Lin Huang waved his arm, causing sword shadows all over his body to come out, slashing at the blood mist everywhere in the void. However, he suddenly discovered that the sword energy penetrated the blood mist and had no effect at all.
Blood mist is like water, it disperses and then reunites.
Lin Huang frowned tightly, and hundreds of sword shadows around his body quickly merged into one, forming a giant sword.
A buzzing sound.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, all the blood mist in the void condensed, forming a huge mass of blood mist. The blood mist surged and gradually manifested into a human figure condensed with blood.
"Ten thousand swords unite!"
Lin Huang spoke softly with his thin lips, and aimed his giant sword towards the figure, vowing to kill the latter before Han Qingtian gathered his blood and returned.
With a whoosh, I saw thousands of swords returning to the same place, and the blood mist was directly chopped into pieces, countless amounts of blood...
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and stared, without relaxing at all. He saw that the countless pieces of blood that had been chopped into pieces gathered together again in the blink of an eye, gradually revealing Han Qingtian's face:
"I really want to thank you for helping me take the final step and turning me into a monster!"
Han Qingtian was smiling all over his face, but his voice was full of perverted pleasure and extreme anger, as if a man who had been struggling between good and evil for many years had finally cut off the last ray of light in his heart and transformed into the devil in the night!