In the vast darkness of the night, there was an endless fight with blood flying everywhere.
Kill two with five.
In just half a stick of incense, Lin Huang and Situ were completely at a disadvantage.
Even though Situ had the body of a dragon in cultivation, he could be said to be invincible to King Wu. But what he faced was the heir apparent of the Song family. He possessed a terrifying martial spirit and martial arts, and coupled with the power of King Wu, it was difficult to win.
Lin Huang used formations to resist Fatty Chu.
She faced off against Yuwen Shendu by herself, but Liu Linglong was able to kill with her sword from the side, leaving three holes in Lin Huang and Situ's bodies.
"Arm of Tailong!"
Suddenly, Situ roared, and the strength around his body doubled. His arms with wrinkled veins became extremely hard, and pieces of dragon scales emerged, full of terrifying strength like a spine. The latter's punch fell like a mountain on Song Xieyang
Above the blazing sun.
With a buzzing sound, Song Xieyang flew out upside down, and the blazing sun above his head suddenly disappeared.
Ahem...
Song Xieyang flew out, but there was no anger on his face. Instead, he was a little happy, "I am suddenly very curious about your origins, but this is not important anymore. No matter how powerful you are, you will be buried here today!"
Song Xieyang's expression suddenly turned cold, and as he waved his slender arms, his aura suddenly became ethereal, "The sun sets in the west, and a hundred ghosts walk at night!"
Before Song Xieyang finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared on the spot, and the room became extremely dark. And in the darkness, there were dozens of invisible shadows heading towards Situ.
Situ's face showed a solemn look, his whole body became thicker and solider, and he rushed towards the black shadows in all directions...
On the other side, the embroidered magic sword in Lin Huang's hand flipped like lightning. After opening a distance from Yuwen Shendu, he resisted Liu Linglong's sword and suddenly killed Fatty Chu.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Fatty Chu didn't seem to be surprised by Lin Huang's surprise attack. A cold smile appeared on his fat face. After wielding the Dragon Elephant Formation with one hand, two huge hammers appeared in his hands and struck Lin Huang head-on.
Bang.
After three thousand miles in Linhuang, Lin Huang returned in vain, and his whole person was knocked away by the huge force of the hammer. At the same time, Yu Wen Shendu dropped a square-shaped halberd from the sky, and a long sword radiated with frost and cold.
Pointing at Lin Huang's throat, it was as fast as lightning.
Lin Huang's eyes condensed, and his body moved in the void. Even though the long sword pierced his shoulder, the embroidered magic sword in his hand withstood Yuwen Shendu's halberd.
Before Lin Huang could take a breath, three green corpses in armor controlled by Xu Tianguan's ten fingers came to attack him, like invincible generals on the ancient battlefield, domineering and domineering.
boom……
One of the green corpses hit Lin Huang first, knocking it away.
Then the four men attacked again without giving Lin Huang any time to react. All the attacks were like a waterfall in a long river without any interruption.
As long as Lin Huang fell into a disadvantage, it would be difficult for him to have a chance to come back. It was a five-to-two kill with a lion's share of power.
Situ, on the other hand, was still trapped in the ghosts of Song Xieyang and was also at a disadvantage.
"Song Changling!"
In the dark night, Lin Huang suddenly screamed.
"exist……"
Song Changling's voice suddenly sounded in the next room. At this moment, the latter was anxiously walking around the room, but did not dare to step into Lin Huang's room.
Because if you go in, it will become a constraint for Lin Huang and Situ.
"Aren't you a Confucian scholar? Do you know how to be a knight?"
Lin Huang once again received a punch from the green corpse in Xu Tianguan's armor, and roared with eyes splitting.
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xueming!"
In the vast darkness, a loud voice suddenly sounded. Song Changling was seen with a solemn expression, sitting upright on the ground, just like a Confucian scholar from the academy thousands of years ago.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star!"
…
In Lin Huang's room, dozens of swordsmen in white suddenly appeared, arriving gracefully.
Looking at the sudden appearance of the white-clothed swordsman, Lin Huang's heart suddenly moved, and the image of Feng Wanli's generosity and bravery to die boldly appeared in his mind.
Lin Huang's figure also disappeared into the room at this time.
In the room, dozens of white-clothed swordsmen move like wind and thunder, as graceful as an immortal, and their three-foot green blades are as sharp as the bone.
The four people surrounding Lin Huang suddenly frowned, and for a moment they couldn't figure out which swordsman in white clothes the latter was hiding in.
A hissing sound.
In the dark night, a sword light suddenly shone dazzlingly, and the body of a green corpse in armor was suddenly chopped open. Before the four people could react, the swordsman in white who slashed the green corpse had disappeared without a trace.
Xu Tianguan's expression changed, his eyes filled with rage, and the remaining two armored green corpses moved crazily towards the swordsman in white.
Liu Linglong also let out a cooing sound, and the dozens of long swords above her head that looked like peacocks turned into streams of light, killing the remaining eleven white-clothed swordsmen in the room.
Bang bang bang bang.
In the room, the white-clothed swordsman's path collapsed. But Lin Huang's figure quietly appeared behind Fatty Chu, and the embroidered magic sword was like a gentle breeze, piercing Fatty Chu's back.
The expression on Fatty Chu's face suddenly froze, feeling the cold blade in his heart, his face turned ashen.
Just when Lin Huang was killing Fatty Chu, a square-shaped painted halberd suddenly fell from the sky. Liu Linglong let loose with five commands, and all the long swords went towards the remaining seven swordsmen in white and Lin Huang.
Xu Tianguan's two armored green corpses punched Lin Huang with their fists.
boom……
No matter how fast Lin Huang reacted, he was inevitably hit, and his entire shoulder blade was shattered. The white-clothed swordsman in the room was also killed by Liu Linglong.
"Tsk tsk, it turns out that this poor scholar Song Changling is really useful. He can actually draw out the true meaning of the book. But that's all!"
In the room, looking at all the white-clothed swordsmen who had disappeared, Song Xieyang said with a stupefied smile, but his eyes were full of disdain, "Why do you think I waited seven full days before deciding to take action? Because after repeated deductions, even if there are any changes,
It's enough to kill you. Song Changling is an accident, but the accident is too small to cause big trouble! So you should understand that since I have taken action, there is no reason to fail!"
"Is it?"
In the room, Lin Huang and Situ said in unison.
I saw both of them standing up, staring in all directions with wolf-like eyes, murderous intent pulsating in their eyes and becoming more and more cold, with a hint of contempt in their coldness.
Situ took a long breath, lowered his eyebrows and whispered, "Come back!"
Lin Huang squeezed the seal with both hands, and a mysterious aura surged from his blood-soaked body, "In my name, I order you all to kill the enemy in this world!"
The moment the two people finished speaking, the atmosphere of the entire ferry changed drastically.
On the same floor with the yellow font on the ferry, a pair of eyes suddenly opened in a dark room, the light was bright, and the terrifying power of the formation flowed around the body.
I saw that snow-white figure suddenly disappearing into the room with a wave of his hand.
In another room, another young man wearing a black robe and immersed in cultivation also opened his eyes. The murderous aura around him swept unbridled, and then the figure slowly disappeared into the room.
In Lin Huang's room, the two of them could only speak for two breaths before three more figures suddenly appeared in the room.
A young man wearing a white robe, with the aura of formation flowing around him like a river.
A young man wearing a black robe, with wild hair and murderous intent.
There was also a war spirit wearing pitch-black armor, with an ancient aura and boiling murderous intent. He knelt on one knee in front of Lin Huang. His voice seemed to come from the distant void, mysterious and powerful:
"The last general, Yang Su, is willing to go through fire and water for you, no matter what!"