Chapter 941: The sword-wielder under the Dragon Head
Those two door gods look extremely mysterious.
It is very different from the door gods outside ordinary families on the mainland.
One of the door gods has white hair and is holding a spear. He looks a bit handsome, and the overall look is very tense, as if the spear will rush out at any time.
Another door god, Lin Huang, is hard to evaluate.
Anyway...just like Bai Xiaopang.
However, he looks a bit more fierce and cruel than Xiaopang Bai. There is a huge magic pillar on his shoulder, which adds a bit of ferocity to the door god.
Lin Huang looked at the two door gods with an extremely cautious expression.
He has been to this place before, so he knows the terror of the door god.
At this moment, Song Changling and others also arrived at this place.
Li Chunfeng pointed at one of the door gods and asked doubtfully: "Xiao Bai, why did you get to the door!"
"Call me Mr. Bai!"
Bai Xiaopang slapped Li Chunfeng on the head.
"This is……"
Song Changling suddenly frowned and said in confusion.
Lin Huang turned his head and looked back at Li Chunfeng.
Li Chunfeng frowned and slowly said: "These two door gods should be the left and right sword bearers under the quasi-emperor Qin Changsheng's seat thousands of years ago. The left sword bearer Baifa Feng Wuji, the right sword bearer Taishan
Dong Shenyue!"
Lin Huang turned around doubtfully, and his eyes fell on the two door gods again. Unexpectedly, Song Changling actually knew the origins of these two people.
Then, Lin Huang stepped forward.
step.
Two steps.
…
When Lin Huang was no more than three feet away from the door gods, a cold light flashed across the two door gods, and endless pressure fell like a mountain. Lin Huang's body swayed under the pressure, and he almost knelt down.
Lin Huang gritted his teeth, twisted all the bones in his body, and continued to move forward.
Then every time Lin Huang took a step forward, the light on the door god became more intense, and the pressure that Lin Huang endured became stronger and stronger, directly bending Lin Huang's waist and making his legs tremble as he moved forward.
Buzz.
When Lin Huang stepped within ten feet of the giant bronze door, there was a loud buzz in the relatively narrow space. The sound was not harsh, but it pierced everyone's hearts like a sharp sword, which made everyone vomit blood.
, with a look of horror on his face.
"Boss Lin, don't go ahead and lead us to death!"
Little Fatty Bai wailed.
However……
It's too late.
Before the sound of cleansing in the void disappeared, the two door gods burst out with extremely blazing light, like the sun, piercing everyone's eyes.
Then, two coercive waterfalls fell from the sky and landed on Lin Huang.
Bang.
Lin Huang immediately fell to his knees.
When Lin Huang raised his head, two figures were already floating in front of his head.
A figure with white hair and long clothes, holding a spear, looked handsome and handsome. However, the spear in his hand was flowing with blood.
Another figure, wearing heavy armor and carrying a magic pillar on his shoulders, looked like it could scare someone to death.
"Those who come in quickly retreat, those who come in again will die!"
Dong Shenyue roared, the sound was like a thunderous beast, making people feel chilled all over, as if they were struck by thousands of thunders.
Lin Huang tried his best to raise his head, looked at the two people in front of him, slowly drew out his sword, raised it levelly, and said, "Junior Lin Huang, I have met these two seniors!"
"Setsuna Sword!"
The white-haired man in long clothes, Feng Wuji, frowned, took the instant knife from Lin Huang's hand, put it in his hand and observed it carefully.
Then, the spear in Feng Wuji's hand flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light, "Who are you?"
As Lin Huang finished speaking, the two door gods in front of him suddenly frowned. Dong Shenyue even snatched the instant knife from Feng Wuji's hand and looked at it carefully.
Everyone behind Lin Huang was also shocked.
They knew that Lin Huang might not be from a small Eastern Spirit Realm as he said. They had doubts about whether Lin Huang was somehow related to the Zuojia Ming Cult back then.
But until now, when they heard Lin Huang say it himself, they were extremely shocked.
Xiao Yishan.
Thousands of years ago, Tu Yangjian was the outstanding figure of the generation who once stirred up the world in the Sky Continent.
And Qin Changsheng...
Why did Qin Changsheng give birth to such an unparalleled figure in this world, and why did he have to die like that?
Except for Bai Xiaopang, everyone stared at Lin Huang in disbelief.
In Situ Huangfen's eyes, which were dormant like a fierce tiger, a strong light burst out. It seemed that at this moment, he was boiling with fighting spirit. And in the eyes boiling with fighting spirit, there was also a trace of worship, even...faith!
Xiao Yishan.
Qin Changsheng.
On the mainland, martial arts is respected, and these two people are the most powerful men who have been famous for thousands of years. And Qin Changsheng is a banner of martial arts that will stand for thousands of years!
Song Changling kept frowning and stared at Lin Huang. Then he slapped his head and realized that he was confused. When Lin Huang asked him about Zuojia Ming Cult outside Qingtian City in Taixuan Domain,
, he should know.
In the library in Qingtian Martial Mansion, Lin Huang came to him and said that he should know better when he had met Xiao Yishan and Li Baiyi.
"What's the proof?"
From beginning to end, Feng Wuji's eyes kept falling on Lin Huang. After being silent for a moment, he asked Lin Huang.
And the spear in his hand became increasingly cold, even murderous!
Lin Huang glanced at Dong Shenyue, then waved carefully, and held the Momenta knife in his hand again. Just as Lin Huang swung the knife, the killing god's strike had already appeared in the eyes of the two gate gods.
Then, heavy snow fell, as miserable as frost.
Cross Yama.
Three cuts in the nasal passage.
Seven World-Destroying Skills!
Looking at the young man in front of him, holding the instant sword and demonstrating their once incomparable moves one by one, Feng Wuji suddenly froze on the spot.
He was like a clay or wooden sculpture, with a face full of disbelief.
And Dong Shenyue's mighty body actually started to tremble, as if he couldn't suppress the excitement deep in his heart.
Ahead, this young man in white looks like he is holding a sword...
...so similar to the Lord Dragon Head that I had been following all those years ago!
For a moment, they even overlapped Lin Huang with the figure of Qin Changsheng in their minds, as if they had returned to the time when the world was overturned.
After Lin Huang demonstrated to the Three Thousand Worlds, he stopped and said again: "My name is Lin Huang, and my senior brother's name is Qin Changsheng!"
Feng Wuji suppressed the excitement in his heart, closed his somewhat red eyes, and continued: "Not enough!"
Lin Huang frowned slightly, then waved his hands and spoke like a Buddha: "Moko!"
As the words fell, Lin Huang's figure suddenly became ethereal, and then disappeared into the void...
Song Changling and others were confused for a moment, wondering what Lin Huang was up to.
But Dong Shenyue's eyes solidified again. He could feel the speed of time in the void changing again, and he couldn't help but murmured: "This is Lord Rentu's Moko Holy Body. Even though he has not yet achieved success in cultivation, but..."
"I know Senior Sister Xiaoxiao!"
"I know Huangfu Tianxia, he is still walking in this world, his name is Beilin Weiyang now!"
"I've seen Li Baiyi!"
"I have met Xue Tianjun!"
"I once visited a battlefield full of devastated ruins!"
"My name is Lin Huang, I am Master's fourth personal successor and Qin Changsheng's junior brother!"
In the void, Lin Huang's figure appeared again, and his voice continued in the dark and narrow space.
However, Feng Wuji and Dong Shenyue were already stunned on the spot.
It wasn't until a long time later that the giant bronze door behind the two people suddenly moved with a clang...
The two people in front of Lin Huang also put away the spears and magic pillars in their hands, meticulously arranged their illusory and messy robes, and bowed slightly:
"Qin Changsheng, the leader of the Thirteenth Killing Dragon of Mingjiao, is holding the sword on his left, Feng Wuji!"