On the battlefield where clouds gathered, Song Zhimou looked at the young man in front of him, the look on his face solidified.
Like falling into an ice cellar.
Behind the young man, there were hundreds of corpses, too dead to be dead. The two knives in the latter's hands had numerous gaps and were slowly dripping with blood.
"Song Zhimu?"
Lin Huang asked with a smile.
Song Zhimou came back to his senses and nodded with difficulty.
Lin Huang also nodded and said with a smile: "You are a very smart person, why do you want to become the lackey of the Blood Spirit Palace?"
"This has nothing to do with you!"
Song Zhimou gradually regained his composure. Since the latter had already killed him, why not face it calmly? The so-called life and death, in his eyes, was nothing more than this.
"It really has nothing to do with me!"
Lin Huang smiled and did not want to know what kind of life experience Song Zhimou had or why he became the leader of the Blood Crow Army. This had nothing to do with him.
Those who kill will always be killed!
"I think you can stop attacking!"
Lin Huang said with a smile.
Song Zhimou raised his head and glanced at the 100,000-strong army that was still charging. A smile suddenly appeared on his face, "What if I choose to refuse? You know, these people are puppets and they are not very sane. Even if you kill me,
, as long as I don’t give the order, they will fight to the death!”
"Do you think your bones are very hard? Scholars kill people and punish their hearts. I am not good at killing people, but I am good at killing people and torturing them!"
"And the most that can be done is to kill all the people here!"
Lin Huang said with a smile.
Song Zhimou raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Lin Huang, "If that's the case, why do you still ask me to kill all these people?"
"Do you think you are just? Do you think you are kind-hearted? You can't bear to kill my Blood Crow army, thinking they are innocent victims? So you have to be compassionate and ask me to stop attacking and fulfill your good name?
"
The smile on Song Zhimou's face remained unchanged, like a mask, false and hypocritical.
"It seems there is no room for maneuver!"
Lin Huang sighed slightly, then picked up the latter, as if carrying a little chicken, and rushed into the battlefield again.
In a few breaths, Lin Huang crashed into thousands of troops. One person was like an invincible spear, making no sound wherever it went. Countless heads rolled down, corpses exploded, and blood flew everywhere.
It's appalling.
Song Zhimou, who was under Lin Huang's armpit, was so frightened that his face spattered with blood, and many broken limbs hit him, making the hair on his body stand out.
After all, he is a scholar.
Have you ever truly entered a battlefield and experienced such a bloody scene?
In the past, just watching from a distance was enough.
In less than half an hour, Song Zhimou was so frightened that he screamed and compromised with Lin Huang.
Lin Huang, however, ignored it and, like a raging tornado, cut through the battlefield and headed towards Qin Xuance.
Until a quarter of an hour later, Lin Huang paused and stopped in front of Langya Mountain. Looking up at the swarming army, his expression was calm and calm. As he swung out the demon-suppressing knife, countless blades shone, killing the attacker.
A wave of puppet army came and killed them all.
one person.
In the wilderness without any natural dangers, one man is in charge of the barrier, and no one can open it!
The Langya Mountain behind Lin Huang was already in flames. On the burning mountain, iron shells were rolling down one after another, and scorching blue smoke was emitting, making it look extremely hot.
Ceng Ceng Ceng.
Those iron shells stretched out and turned into soldiers wearing iron armor, and collapsed on the ground. There was still smoke coming from the mouth, and the whole body was sweating profusely, as if they had collapsed.
Um?
Lin Huang looked back at the soldiers behind him and frowned.
Among the soldiers rolling down the mountain, there were a few people who seemed familiar to him.
Eight hundred people from the Shenjiang Mansion went to the death camp.
At the foot of Langya Mountain, Lin Huang and Lin Cangxue looked at each other with surprise and a hint of worry.
"Where is Qin Xuance?"
Lin Huang stared at a slightly energetic soldier and asked.
"Young Master?!"
The soldier who had just taken off his armor was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly said, "The Soldier Saint is still behind!"
"But who else?"
Lin Huang opened his mouth and said.
"And...and the old master!"
The soldier turned his head and looked at the raging fire behind the mountain, looking extremely ashamed.
Lin Huang's face condensed, and the murderous aura around him suddenly swept out. He threw Song Zhimou to Bai Xiaopang, and then turned into a whirlwind and rushed into Langya Mountain.
The mountains in the raging fire were all red, and the burning flames made the place silent. In the sea of fire, Lin Huang was surrounded by the body of Wuhou Tiangang, and he glanced around. His mind was calm, but his heart was confused...
He never thought that the old man who was supposed to spend his old age peacefully in the Great Xia Dynasty would actually be involved in this disaster in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
If the latter was even half a step wrong, I would not be able to walk out of Langya Mountain.
In the sea of fire, there were constant crackling sounds, just like Lin Huang's mood. Even if he was not afraid of the fire around him now, Lin Beichen and Qin Xuance would not be able to hold on for long.
Hiding in armor and going down the mountain?
Qin Xuance couldn't have imagined such a stupid method.
Keng.
Keng.
After searching Lin Huangzi for two times, he suddenly heard the sound of two armors colliding one after another.
Wherever I looked, I saw two iron shells stuck in the middle of the rocks, unable to roll anymore. In the crack of the iron shell, there was a section of white robe that was burning fiercely.
Lin Huang's face hardened, and he immediately rushed over, grabbed two iron shells, and flew into the air.
Bang.
An iron shell was thrown to the ground by Lin Huang, revealing Qin Xuance hidden in the iron armor.
And the other one is naturally Lin Beichen.
Lin Huang looked at Lin Beichen who had passed out in the armor, and felt a chill in his heart. After taking off the latter's armor, all his vitality poured into Lin Beichen's body.
At this moment, Lin Cangxue also appeared next to Lin Huang, looking at the unconscious old man, her starry eyes suddenly filled with tears.
They had never seen Lin Beichen in such a miserable state.
I have never seen such an embarrassed old man.
The skin all over his body was red, and many places were burnt by the iron armor. If Lin Huang had stayed at night for another half-quarter of an hour, I'm afraid Lin Beichen would have completely lost his life.
Ahem.
On the battlefield, there was a slight cough.
Qin Xuance untied his iron armor and sat down on the battlefield with a look of embarrassment, with green smoke coming out of his mouth. The skin all over his body was red, and with just a slight touch, a layer of flesh could be peeled off, like a cooked duck.
.After all, they are thin-skinned and tender meat, not as strong as these battle-hardened soldiers.
Lin Huang raised his head and looked at Qin Xuance, who had just stood up and dusted himself off. He felt furious and kicked the latter away...