The scene on the ring made everyone change their colors.
Lin Huang, who had furiously slashed Luo Hefeng before, fighting one against three, was so vulnerable to Jiang Huaiyin that he couldn't even fight back.
Now, with the ghost rope piercing his body and then being tied to the cage, Lin Huang looked like a dog in a state of panic.
"Lin Huang... I'm afraid he might be in trouble this time!"
One of the disciples said, almost bursting into laughter.
"Not even one of his most powerful moves can break Jiang Huaiyin's cage, so how can he compete with the latter? He will definitely die," one of the disciples said with a smile.
"I didn't expect Jiang Huaiyin to have such strength. This guy is probably the most hidden figure in the outer sect."
"That's true. You must know that even Luo Hefeng was tortured to death by Lin Huang, but Jiang Huaiyin was able to play with Lin Huang in the palm of his hand. You can imagine how strong he is."
"With such strength, he could have entered the inner gate a long time ago. I wonder why he is still lingering at the outer gate?"
"Who knows?"
Looking at the scene on the ring, everyone was talking about it, looking at Lin Huang jokingly at Lin Huang struggling in the cage, and at Jiang Huaiyin with fear.
"Sister Xue, please think of a solution quickly, what to do!"
In the corner of the martial arts arena, Yan Qing'er tugged at the corner of Lin Cangxue's clothes, with a look of worry on her pretty little face.
Lin Cangxue frowned at this moment, and squeezed the jade hands in her sleeves tightly.
Afterwards, Lin Cangxue gradually walked towards the ring, but was grabbed by Xiaopang Bai.
Looking at Lin Cangxue's questioning eyes, Little Fatty Bai threw the big white cat in his hand, and then hehey said: "When Boss Lin killed Prince Lingyun, he used his left hand!"
"He has one more trick!"
Lu Han suddenly said, from beginning to end, Lu Han had never seen Lin Huang's move.
Lin Cangxue frowned, her eyes fell on Xiaopang Bai and Lu Han, and finally looked at Lin Huang on the ring, but suddenly realized that Yan Qing'er had already walked towards the ring.
At the same time, Yun Feifei in the distance also walked towards the ring.
Lin Cangxue's face turned cold, and a radiant long sword suddenly appeared in her hand, heading towards the ring.
Yun Feifei turned to look at Lin Cangxue, with a sly smile on her lips, showing a hint of provocation and disdain.
If Yan Qing'er rushes to the ring at this moment, this battle will inevitably end. Because no one dares to take action against Yan Qing'er, she is the most beloved daughter of Piaoxue Palace Master Yan Nangui.
So she wants to stop Yan Qing'er.
And Lin Cangxue's attempt to stop herself... was simply a fool's errand. A person whose cultivation had been plundered by him and whose martial spirit was shattered, also wanted to stop him?
Yun Feifei raised her head and looked at Lin Huang, who was still struggling in the cage. Her bright eyes showed a vicious light, "You Lin brothers and sisters are destined to become mere straw dogs who can be played with in this life."
When Yan Qing'er, Yun Feifei, and Lin Cangxue were all heading towards the ring, the cage on the ring had almost shrunk to the extreme.
Lin Huang was tied up in a cage. Due to space constraints, the Demon Suppressing Knife could no longer be wielded.
The ghost rope dancing inside and outside the cage has completely become the death sickle that harvests the lives of the forest wasteland.
On the ring, Jiang Huaiyin also noticed the actions of Yan Qing'er and others, and then snorted and laughed twice, "I didn't expect that there are still people who don't want you to die, tsk tsk... This is not good news. I originally wanted to keep you.
It seems that even God won’t allow it to happen even for a moment.”
A bright smile broke out on Jiang Huaiyin's face, and then it became extremely cold. Cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the ghost rope dancing in the arena instantly pierced Lin Huang's chest.
"Lin Huang!"
"Xiaohuang!"
Yan Qing'er and Lin Cangxue shouted at the same time, their faces suddenly pale.
Bai Xiaopang, on the other hand, stared blankly at Lin Huang in disbelief. He had been hanging out with the latter for several years, and he knew that Lin Huang's left-hand sword was stronger than his right-hand sword.
Below the ring, everyone sighed, "This time the battle with Bafang seems to end in failure!"
"Although Lin Huang exceeded our expectations, he is too arrogant after all. And this guy Jiang Huaiyin... is too fierce!"
As everyone watched a ghost rope piercing Lin Huang's chest, they began to feel a little regretful in their hearts.
There is also a sense of inexplicable joy in the regret. How can a disciple who has just started to have such strength? Why should he fight in all directions? Why should he trample everyone under his feet?
It's good to be dead.
On the ring, Jiang Huaiyin looked at Lin Huang's body covered in blood. The smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and he paced around Lin Huang with a sneer in his voice:
"Three years ago, I was able to leak Lin Cangxue's whereabouts and make her as humble as mud. Three years later, I will kill you, just like taking something from a bag. What about Lin Cangxue? What about Lin Cangxue's brother? It's just that he was killed.
I’m just kneading the toy at will!”
Jiang Huai smiled sarcastically, took out a ghost head on the ghost rope and played with it in his hand. His voice was like a hell bat, extremely harsh, "Now, accept your fate and become a ghost head on my ghost rope!"
"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost cord inserted into Lin Huang's body suddenly shook, and the ghost heads attached to it roared in unison, emitting a dark and sinister light.
A mysterious force followed the ghost cord and invaded Lin Huang's body, plundering the latter's soul.
In an instant, Lin Huangjunyi's face began to distort, and his entire face became extremely pale, while his whole body was shaking, as if there was a great force that was pulling him into a hell that would never see the light of day.
Seeing this scene, the smile on Jiang Huaiyin's face became even brighter. He looked at Lin Huang and said with a broken heart, "You are the 108th soul under my ghost rope. As long as I sacrifice your soul to become mine."
The ghost head of my ninth ghost is the great achievement."
"When the time comes, I'm afraid there won't be many people in the inner sect who can be my opponent, Jiang Huaiyin!"
Jiang Huaiyin's face turned red with excitement.
"Do you really think that you can plunder my soul with a mere ghost rope?"
Just when Jiang Huaiyin was extremely proud, Lin Huang's hoarse voice faintly sounded in Jiang Huaiyin's ears. Lin Huang gradually raised his eyes and stared at Jiang Huaiyin coldly and ruthlessly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Or do you think that I, Lin Huang, really don't know that your strength comes from the ghost heads on these ghost ropes?"
Jiang Huaiyin's face was slightly condensed, and he felt a little uneasy. Then he felt that he was a little too worried, and said with a cold laugh: "So what if you know, can you still conquer these ghosts?"
"One hundred and seven ghost heads, do you know how long it took me to refine them? A full seven years!"
In the cage, Lin Huang looked at Jiang Huaiyin who looked arrogant, and suddenly grinned, with a biting coldness in his plainness, "In that case, let you see what it means to be a dragon released from prison!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Huang closed his eyes and awakened the martial spirit in Xuanhai.
Martial spirit——Tian Shura!
Ouch...
In the mysterious sea, Tian Shura suddenly opened his eyes, like an overlord scorning the world. The vast power of the martial soul swept through his body like a torrent. Wherever the power of his martial soul passed, it was like hell on earth, and every ghost he encountered
, either being instantly crushed to pieces by Tian Shura, or being swallowed whole by the latter.
When those ghost heads met Tian Shura, they seemed to have met their natural nemesis. They were as frightened as dogs and could only be killed and devoured mercilessly.
Not only that, the Heavenly Shura in Xuanhai seemed to be going crazy. With the power of the martial soul, the Yinhun cord in Lin Huang's body extended to the outside world, constantly pulling the ghost head of the Yinhun cord into his body.
On the ring, Jiang Huaiyin suddenly let out a scream!
When he saw that all the ghost heads on the ghost rope that pierced Lin Huang's body were killed, he felt that his martial soul was being torn apart.
A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out!
Not only that, even the ghost heads on other ghost ropes began to tremble and moved towards Lin Huang's body involuntarily.
Jiang Huaiyin's complexion changed drastically, and he violently removed the cage around Lin Huang, and pulled out the ghost rope that penetrated Lin Huang's body.
"Do you think you can pull it out whenever you want?"
Lin Huang smiled domineeringly, stretched out his hand to grab the Yinhun cord that pierced his body, and stared at Jiang Huaiyin coldly.
He understands that Guitou is the source of Jiang Huaiyin's strength, and he also understands that the Yin Soul Cords communicate with each other, and that the Heavenly Asura Spirit can kill Guitou through the Yin Soul Cords in his body, so naturally he will not let go easily.
Jiang Huaiyin was furious and was about to attack Lin Huang again, but found that the ghost heads on other ghost ropes could not be restrained and headed towards Lin Huang's body. His expression immediately changed, and he cut off the ghost ropes that penetrated Lin Huang's body with one hand.
"Does a strong man cut off his wrist?"
Lin Huang pulled out the Yin Soul Rope from his body and said with a stern expression, "These iron ropes are the manifestation of the martial soul in your body. How does it feel to have one of them forcibly cut off by yourself?"
Jiang Huaiyin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his narrow eyes revealed extremely cold murderous intent, he looked at Lin Huang with a vicious face, gritted his teeth and said::
"You're a wild dog, you really want to raise your butt whenever you get the chance. Not to mention cutting off one of you, even if you cut off all of them, you're just the slime on the soles of my feet!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the horrifying and piercing roar sounded again from the arena, and the ghost ropes around Jiang Huaiyin were seen shaking into the sky again, and the end of the gun pointed at Lin Huang as cold as a python.
And there are as many as seven of those Yin Soul Cords!
Lin Huang looked at the hundreds of ghosts on the ghost rope, whining and roaring like the ghosts of hell. The sinister and terrifying aura enveloped his whole body, and his scalp suddenly felt numb...