In the crowded crowd, those two murderous auras suddenly came out, and it could be said that they were reaching the extreme. They were like a long sword that had been hiding its sword aura for three years in the hilt.
Suddenly unsheathed.
Under the terrifying murderous intention, the aura within Lin Huang's body rushed out like a wild beast. His figure suddenly tilted, and the embroidered magic sword suddenly unsheathed and headed towards Song Changling on the right.
Buzzing.
A muffled sound suddenly sounded in the void. It was originally extremely crisp, but it seemed particularly inconspicuous among the crowded crowd.
Lin Huang only felt numbness in his arms. He moved toward Song Changling's Embroidered Divine Sword, and apparently collided with a dagger. The collision actually made Lin Huang's mouth go numb, and the Embroidered Divine Sword almost came out of his hand.
Simply, Lin Huang turned sideways and narrowly avoided the dagger that penetrated his chest. The Embroidered Divine Sword also blocked the assassination attempt on Song Changling.
"how?"
Song Changling suddenly frowned, seeing Lin Huang looking like he was facing a formidable enemy, even though he had never practiced martial arts, he knew something was wrong.
Lin Huang didn't say a word, but blocked Song Changling behind him with one hand. As he waved his hands, hundreds of formation seals condensed into a thin sword to protect the surrounding area.
At this moment, the crowded crowd finally discovered something. Looking at Lin Huang's murderous appearance, they were stunned to squeeze out an open space for Lin Huang and Song Changling, away from them.
Afterwards, Lin Huang sat cross-legged on the ground, and his consciousness spread out into the void...
"Someone is assassinating us!"
After everything was ready, Lin Huang just answered Song Changling's question.
Um?
Song Changling suddenly frowned.
"The person who comes should be an formation master who is good at killing enemies with the soul sword. Such a person's status in any assassin organization will not be too low!"
Lin Huang opened his mouth to explain.
"Then what can I do?"
Song Changling Road.
"Protect your own life. Since it allows me to detect his assassination methods, the level will not be too high. If you want to control the sword with your soul, this person must be not far away. I need to find him!"
Lin Huang frowned and said.
…
The whirling boat, which is as thick as a mountain, has five layers above and below.
From top to bottom, there are four levels of rooms: heaven, earth, black and yellow. On the bottom floor, there are no rooms at all.
In room Tianzi No. 1.
At this moment, there was a young man in purple, lying lazily on his side on a luxurious bed made of mink fur. He held his head in one hand and pinched grapes in the other. He slowly put it into his mouth and looked at the room leisurely.
Two people outside the curtain.
Outside the curtain, there was an old man and a middle-aged formation master.
The old man had a stooped figure and a wrinkled and dark face. His bent body seemed to allow the latter's hands to touch the ground. His eyes were sunken as if in a coma, making the old man's face extremely hideous and terrifying.
The old man was quietly looking at the middle-aged formation master in front of him.
At this moment, the atmosphere around the formation master was violent, like boiling hot water, and the vitality circulated and made a popping sound. The middle-aged formation master was closing his eyes tightly, and his soul had already escaped from the whirling boat.
Outside the whirling boat, there is also a young man in white sitting cross-legged, with formations all over his body forming a cage, like an impregnable city wall, indestructible!
"do you died?"
Behind the curtain, the voice of the young man in purple who was lying on his side sounded.
The old man turned around, looked at the young man behind the curtain respectfully, and said hoarsely: "The opponent is a fourth-level formation master, and he is physically strong and has not yet been defeated!"
"...Hmm? Whether he dies or not, what does it have to do with me? Besides, a dignified fifth-level formation master who is proficient in sword assassination can't even deal with a hairy monkey?"
The young man snorted coldly, with a hint of arrogance and contempt in his voice.
"Sir, that 'Lin Changsheng' must die first, and Song Changling only died incidentally. Otherwise, the relationship will be too great!"
The rickety old man explained patiently with his brow lowered.
"Okay, I understand! Aren't we just asking the backstage of the Twenty-Seven Rouge House to take responsibility for this matter? After all the twists and turns, when will we be able to kill Song Changling?"
The young man was impatient with the old man's explanation and his voice sounded a little angry.
Um?
At this moment, the middle-aged formation master sitting upright in the room suddenly said in surprise, "He is going to find me!"
The young man in purple snorted coldly, "Then kill him before he finds you!"
…
Outside the ferry, Lin Huang had been sitting cross-legged on the ground for more than half a quarter of an hour. After half an hour of peeling off the cocoon, Lin Huang finally caught a mysterious breath in the void.
From a room on the top floor of the 'Whisa Zhou'.
Lin Huang raised his head and looked at the whirling boat towering into the sky, with a look of confusion on his face. Although he went on a killing spree outside Rouge Tower, he still had a rough idea of what kind of amazing person he had offended.
No matter how powerful the backstage of the Twenty-seven Rouge Houses is, they may not have the strength to enter the top level of the whirling boat.
And after he left the Eastern Spirit Realm, he probably had never sinned against anyone.
Except for Rouge Tower, unless Liu Cangsheng found him.
Or the Xue family where Xue Shenji lives.
Or maybe it was the Minghai Chamber of Commerce that I had contacted before, but there was no other company besides it.
Could it be...Song Changling?
Lin Huang turned around and forgot to take a look at the young Confucian scholar whose legs were trembling but whose face was very calm. His brows were tightly knitted together.
The origin of this guy is probably not simple.
At this moment, a dagger shuttled through the void, although it was silent. But in Lin Huang's ears, he could clearly catch the sound of the passing wind.
Lin Huang's face suddenly tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy.
It was just a silent dagger, but Lin Huang could clearly sense an aura from it that was comparable to the realm of King Wu, and it was extremely powerful.
Lin Huang took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, closed his eyes slightly, and held the Embroidered Divine Sword in his hand.
In an instant, the dagger came like thunder, streaking through a ray of white light, and rushed straight into Lin Huang's chest. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to avoid.
Just when the dagger suddenly came, Lin Huang immediately retreated, facing the dagger from his side, and the Embroidered Divine Sword suddenly unsheathed...
A clang!
There was a crisp sound in the void, and Lin Huang drew his sword and slashed, like flowing clouds and flowing water, he accurately chopped down the dagger that was coming at a rapid speed.
In the whirling boat, the middle-aged formation master suddenly vomited blood and opened his eyes, "How could he draw his sword and kill him at such a fast speed? Is he a Martial King? Or is he also a fifth-level formation master?"
Outside the ferry, Lin Huang slashed, and the Embroidered Divine Sword was slowly sheathed. Then Lin Huang looked at Song Changling, signaling that the danger had been resolved.
And on the whirling boat, in a room at Dizihao, a white-haired old man was looking at the scene at the ferry from a distance through the window.
A fight came and went quietly. However, it was difficult to explain the dangers involved. If Lin Huang didn't have sharp intuition beyond ordinary people, he wouldn't have discovered the assassination, or couldn't have blocked the last dagger. At this moment, the two of them
Everyone was already lying dead on the spot.
Later, Lin Huang patted Song Changling, who was still frightened, walked side by side with him, and whispered: "Now you have to tell me your origin. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't know how I died!"
"Aimed at me?"
Song Changling turned his head and said in confusion and disbelief.
Lin Huang pointed to the top floor of the whirling boat and said: "If it's against me, I'd be very happy. After all, if the people who live in the Tianzi room can target me, I should already be somewhat famous!
"
Song Changling suddenly turned pale and looked complicated.