Under the sky, the disciples of Piaoxue Palace looked at the strange scene in the void, and their expressions changed.
The body and soul of a warrior are the most fragile. How can the latter resist the plunder of the body by Yin Shahou?
However, Lin Huang was not afraid of rejoicing. He also showed a smile on his face and said to the Yin Shahou in his body, "Do you really think that I don't know that my knife can't stab you?"
"Haven't you ever thought about why I can restrain Blood Crow?"
"Or have you forgotten that I can restrain Blood Crow, and maybe I can restrain you too?"
"I don't know how to restrain you, so I can't kill you, so I can only use my body as a cage!"
As Lin Huang finished speaking, the Heavenly Asura within his body let out a loud roar, and suddenly heavy snow appeared in the Xuanhai, along with the Avila Dao and the Cross Yama.
"You are presumptuous!"
Within the body, Yin Shahou's angry screams suddenly rang out.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows slightly and sat cross-legged in the void, his consciousness sinking into the mysterious sea.
In the roaring mysterious sea, the vitality flowed, and the eight-armed celestial Shura slashed in all directions like an unparalleled god and demon. Looking at the dark Yin evil lord who invaded the territory, thousands of attacks crushed them away.
"Boy, who are you?"
Yin Shahou roared angrily. He had never seen such a terrifying demon king, and he had never felt such a terrifying feeling. The eight-armed Shura condensed from the overwhelming evil energy was the demon god in the world, and he was everything.
The nemesis of strength.
In the void, Lin Huang's expression remains unchanged, like an ancient Buddha sitting cross-legged.
One after another, terrifying attacks gathered together, and in conjunction with Tian Shura, they frantically killed Yin Shahou.
"Little thief, let me out, otherwise I will destroy you even if I blow myself up!"
In the mysterious sea, Yin Shahou was running away crazily while threatening him. A nightmarish aura of self-destruction surged around the dark water, making people extremely fearful.
"Self-destruction?"
Lin Huang's expression condensed slightly, "Will I give you this opportunity?"
As the words fell, Tian Shura in Xuanhai let out a fierce roar, and a bloody field appeared around him, turning into the will of the Xuanhai world, instantly destroying the space.
Shura Dao!
In the roaring mysterious sea, Shura said that if the Eight-Armed Heavenly Shura had divine help, just a long roar would shatter the black water.
Just as those eight arms waved, the overwhelming murderous aura completely flooded Xuanhai, instantly cutting off the dark water, leaving no trace of life left.
call……
Above the sky, Lin Huang suddenly opened his eyes, coughed and breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly exerted force on his fingertips, and a mass of dark stagnant water slowly flowed out.
In the mountain-protecting formation of Piaoxue Palace, all the disciples suddenly burst into cheers when they saw Lin Huang getting up.
Lin Huang smiled slightly. If it was a normal battle, unless Tian Shura possessed him, he really didn't know how he could kill Yin Shahou's immortal body.
As a last resort, the latter was incorporated into the body, using the body as the heaven and earth, and the heavenly Shura as the means of attack and death.
Unexpectedly, Tian Shura was a bit more powerful than he thought.
Then, Lin Huang's footsteps trembled, and he landed on the blood-soaked battlefield. He looked at the remaining three thousand disciples of the two sects, then looked back at the Piaoxue Palace disciples, and asked softly:
"Should I kill him?"
"kill!"
The four hundred Piaoxue Palace disciples roared in unison, all staring at the three thousand disciples on the battlefield with red eyes.
Since he joined the battle to attack Piaoxue Palace, there is no such thing as innocence.
Blood, only blood will repay.
"good!"
Lin Huang nodded, and once again holding the Demon Suppressing and God-embroidering swords in his hands, he rushed into the middle of the three thousand warriors like an invincible Shura, without giving the two major sects a chance to speak.
He is not a kind person.
Can hold the butcher knife in hand.
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A battle raged from dusk to dawn.
Whether it was the disciples of Piaoxue Palace or people from the two major sects, looking at the young men rushing back and forth on the battlefield, their eyes were almost splitting and their hearts were filled with fear.
Where is this person?
But a murderous demon.
No mercy at all.
No smile at all.
Some of them only raised their swords with their hands and dropped them, leaving corpses everywhere and no grass growing. Every inch of land they stepped on was stained red with blood.
One person with one sword is invincible.
It doesn't matter if there are three thousand disciples from the two major sects. Even if there are three thousand more, in the eyes of the blood-clothed young man, they are just a bunch of insignificant people.
Anyone who can kill Wuhou in the eighth level is considered to be Wuhou's invincible hand.
No matter how many disciples there are in the two major sects, if they don't enter the realm of Wuhou, they will definitely not be the latter's opponent.
When the dawn light cut through the dark night like a long sword, the young man in blood-clothed clothes on the battlefield finally stopped. Blood was dripping from his body, and countless gaps appeared on the demon-suppressing knife.
And in the ten-mile battlefield around the young man, thousands of corpses were lying in random directions, with no life left at all.
The entire blood-soaked battlefield was filled with deathly silence.
The white-haired young man on the battlefield moved slightly and let out a long sigh of relief. He straightened his messy robes, dyed his hair black, and wiped away the blood on his face. Then he turned his head and looked at the four sides of Piaoxue Palace.
More than a hundred disciples who were stunned and horrified smiled slightly.
"Chief Senior Brother, I am invincible!"
In the mountain-protecting formation, Fang Wuming suddenly shouted excitedly, looking at the young man slowly putting on a snow-white cloak to cover the bloody clothes on the battlefield, his blood boiled.
This is one man's killing and invincibility.
The chief disciple of Piaoxue Palace, Lin Huang.
"Chief Senior Brother, I am invincible!"
"Chief Senior Brother, I am invincible!"
…
The entire Piaoxue Palace was boiling, and all four hundred disciples roared in unison, causing the mountains and fields to shake and the trees to tremble.
Lin Huang smiled slightly, slowly wiped away the blood on the Demon Suppressing Sword, put the sword into its sheath, looked at the four hundred Piaoxue Palace disciples who were boiling with blood, and said loudly:
"As long as one person in Piaoxue Palace dies, he will be immortal for a day. Tianlei Sect and Fengyu Tower will be destroyed, and Dongling will be in great catastrophe. I, the disciples of Piaoxue Palace, should inherit the righteousness of the world. I hope all brothers and sisters will guard our gate and practice hard.
.Only after the great catastrophe, I will support Dong Ling and preach in the world, so as to revitalize the reputation of my Piaoxue Palace!"
"I will obey the decree of Chief Senior Brother!"
The disciples of Piaoxue Palace were excited. Looking at the figure in the distance, they were all extremely excited. This is the way of martial arts, and this is the character of our generation of warriors.
There is revenge.
Repay kindness with kindness.
In addition, you should also have the heart to help the world, save the world, and help the souls of the East.
On the battlefield, Lin Huang looked at the corpses on the ground and smiled calmly and helplessly. I am afraid that from today on, he will completely become the devil of the Eastern Spirit Realm.
But he doesn't care.
An attack and killing battle destroyed most of Piaoxue Palace, but it should also be the beginning of another era. At least the disciples of Piaoxue Palace have condensed into a real unit, and everyone can learn how to snow in the world.
As long as time heals the trauma, it will be a different world.
Lin Huang looked at the faces of more than 400 people. They were either pitch black or dripping with blood. Many of them could no longer stand firm, but there was a different kind of passionate light in their eyes. Lin Huang couldn't help but smile with emotion in his heart.
It's pride.
It feels so good not to be alone!
After stopping briefly at Piaoxue Palace, Lin Huang led Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang down the mountain again, heading towards the Yin Yang Valley.
The crisis in Piaoxue Palace has been resolved, but the great disaster in Dongling Realm is coming.
At the foot of Piaoxue Palace, Lin Huang looked back at the four hundred disciples marching along the road, carrying a big flag of Piaoxue Palace, and left with a generous laugh...