In the main hall, Lin Huang's expression changed again. He didn't expect that there were so many Wuhou lurking here.
"I would like to see what kind of undefeated myth the Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang and Four-Character Camp is like! The Jade Broken Formation? How can you kill me, the Blood-clothed Marquis!"
The Bloody Marquis laughed.
In just a blink of an eye, dozens of Xuanzi soldiers who were originally rushing towards the Blood-clothed Marquis were suddenly intercepted and killed. In a flash of light, their heads fell to the ground.
"The Xuanzi Army is nothing more than that!"
The blood-clothed Hou Leng scolded, the laughter in his voice was as crazy as ever. But before he could finish his words, a bell-like sound suddenly sounded in the hall.
The sound was mighty.
The voice was upright and solemn.
That voice revealed the character of Confucianism and the spirit of a knight:
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xueming!"
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star!"
"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"
"When it's over, take off your clothes and hide yourself and your name!"
…
Listening to the thunderous sound in his ears, Lin Huang couldn't help but exclaimed.
Wuhun——Xia Ke Xing!
Lin Huang knew that Feng Wanli was here.
The leader of the Blood Clothes Alliance who joined forces with Miss Hongxiu in the Blood Triangle to suppress Bai Wuchang as a knight.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Huang saw several knights in white coming with swords in hand, like falling stars, like immortals walking down in the bright moon. With the swords swung, the entire hall was covered with light.
Layers of sword energy.
"Xia Ke Xing?"
The Blood-clothed Marquis frowned, but his eyes became more and more contemptuous, and he said with a sneer: "Can a swordsman transformed from this martial soul be able to compete with the Wu Marquis of my Blood Spirit Palace? It's simply ridiculous!"
"Just kill them all for me!"
The Xueyi Hou ordered coldly.
"After leisurely drinking in Xinling, take off your sword and stand in front of your knees!"
"I will cough up Zhu Hai and hold my cup to persuade the marquis to win!"
"Three cups of Toluoran, the five mountains are insignificant!"
In the main hall, Feng Wanli's voice became more and more full of awe-inspiring righteousness, as if there were knights in the world, riding the wind with their swords, and with every movement of their hands, they could topple the world, overthrow the rivers and seas, and uproot three mountains and five mountains.
"Even if you die as a hero, your bones will be fragrant and you won't be ashamed of being the best in the world!"
"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"
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In the main hall, Feng Wanli's figure finally appeared.
I saw the latter holding a book, dressed in white clothes and coming with his hands behind his back. The sun and moon were bright between his brows, and his warm voice resounded back and forth in the hall, like a yellow bell and a big Lu, deafening and deafening.
And around Feng Wanli, there are several knights in white accompanying him, who seem to be able to cut through the breeze with one sword and travel between heaven and earth.
Feng Wanli, wrapped around the knights, walked to the center of the hall, and also walked to the middle of the many Wuhou in the Blood Spirit Palace. He, who was at a lower level, did not underestimate the power of the many Wuhou around him. There was an awe-inspiring look between his eyebrows.
The thin lips uttered softly, as if the words were spoken as follows, causing the atmosphere in the hall to waver:
"kill!"
As soon as Feng Wanli finished speaking, all the knights in white gathered around him and moved towards the surroundings. Their figures were ethereal and illusory, like a banished immortal coming to the world. The light of his sword was vast, like a rainbow penetrating the sun...
One sword frost-frozen fourteen states.
The Xueyihou's expression suddenly changed, and he said quickly: "Back off!"
Before the Blood-clothed Marquis finished speaking, many Wu-Marquis from the Blood Spirit Palace reacted, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't move faster than the long sword in the hands of the knight in white!
The Xueyi Hou also retreated quickly, but saw the sword light shining like a dragon in front of him, coming in an instant. The cold sword edge was coming straight towards his throat.
The Bloody Marquis couldn't understand why a small martial spirit power like Feng Wanli made him feel in danger.
But it didn't take long for him to understand.
Just as the long sword came across and pierced his chest, the Blood-clothed Marquis smiled sternly, and his body suddenly split into two, leaving an illusory clone in place.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
I saw a snow-white and real figure suddenly emerge from the white-clothed knight who was stabbing the Xueyi Hou. The sword light shone like a cold star and instantly stabbed the Xueyi Hou in the chest.
Then, the snow-white figure retracted its sword and returned, disappearing into the white-clothed knights again, gathering around Feng Wanli.
At the same time, half of the Wuhou in the Blood Spirit Palace were injured by sharp swords, and two Wuhou who were at a lower level had their heads cut off by a sword.
"you……"
The Bloody Marquis looked at the hole in his chest, his eyes filled with incredible light, and then stared at Feng Wanli, with a cold roar coming from between his teeth:
"Thirteen people kill!"
In the main hall, Lin Huang looked at the knights in white clothes in the main hall, his eyes filled with shock. The sword light that flashed just now was like a stunning rainbow, coming and disappearing in an instant.
assassin!
Thirteen kills!
This is the legendary Thirteen Kills of Human Characters that exist in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Lin Huang didn't expect that the Thirteenth Killer would show up. Although he was also in the realm of Wuhou, he was much different from the Wuhou of the Blood Spirit Palace. However, he could seriously injure the warriors of the Blood Spirit Palace at the moment of his attack.
Even two heads were cut off.
If Lin Huang had the realm of Wuhou, the speed of his killing sword could only be as fast as this.
Behind the main hall, Shen Qingshan snorted coldly, "My Xuanyuan Mansion's spies are all over the Eastern Spirit Realm. We really don't know that there are no hidden blood spirits among the four major families, the ten major dynasties, the six major families, and the various factions in this world.
A person from the palace?"
"Since Lord Xuanyuan has planned to surround and kill you, the Blood-clothed Marquis, there is no reason for failure!"
The blood-clothed marquis looked down slightly, looking at the white-clothed knights around Feng Wanli, with a trace of fear hidden in his eyes, "I really didn't expect that the Thirteen Killers with the Chinese Characters are actually related to Xuanyuan Mansion!"
"The person who just stabbed me was the third person with the character "herringbone"?
The Bloody Marquis then asked.
"Exactly!"
A deep voice sounded in the main hall. The knight in white around Feng Wanli gradually dissipated, revealing the true figure hidden inside.
It was a snow-white man with a slender figure and black hair tied behind his back. The long sword in his hand was shorter than the ordinary sword, but more sharp and frosty.
The third kill of herringbone!
He wore a mask on his face, as if his face was white and impermanent, and there was a mysterious color in his ferocious look. The aura around him was even more reserved, making it difficult for people to tell where he came from.
Lin Huang looked at the Third Killer in the hall, which was real but gave people an extremely illusory feeling, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
On this continent, people are very different from each other.
Some people like to walk under the sun and are high-spirited and admired by thousands of people.
Some people like to play politics and criticize other people's lives and deaths.
Some people like to travel around the world and pursue the true meaning of martial arts.
Some people like to walk in the dark night and kill people invisible under the bright moonlight.
And now the figure in the main hall can be called the king in the dark night of the Eastern Spirit Realm. With a snap of his fingers, he sealed his throat with a sword, and then fled away, disappearing into the vast sea of people.
What surprised Lin Huang was that the dangerous feeling this third kill gave him was not as dangerous as the killers he met in his previous life.
This feeling has nothing to do with realm, but is the feeling that comes naturally to people as an assassin.
Moreover, Lin Huang was hunted by Liu Cangsheng for ten years in his previous life, and he had already been tempered for half of this moment, so Lin Huang's feeling was particularly obvious.
That character is the third killer, extremely dangerous!
Lin Huang's eyes rested on the Third Killer, quietly sizing up the latter, and then his eyes suddenly stopped, staring at a token on the waist of the Third Killer.
It was the status symbol of the third killer with the character "herringbone". There was nothing special about it, but it made Lin Huang's breathing quicken.
The token is only about the size of a palm, made of ancient bronze, and looks slightly mottled.
Above the token, there is a tiger with thick fangs, fierce and violent.
On one side of the token, there is the character "人" written in ancient small seal script!
Lin Huang looked at the token on the waist of the Third Killer, and his emotions were ups and downs like turbulent waves. This token gave Lin Huang an extremely familiar feeling, because he also had an almost identical token!
That was given to Xiao Yishan when he left Dongling Realm.
The token in Lin Huang's hand had the word '人' on the front and a number engraved on the back: Thirteen!
Thinking of this, Lin Huang's breathing quickened, "Could it be said that he is also one of the Thirteenth Killer? The Thirteenth Killer?"
"Or does Master have something to do with the Thirteen Killers?"
Lin Huang squeezed his warm palms, feeling numb in his thoughts for a moment.
Everyone in the hall was a little confused and shocked at this moment. Although the Thirteenth Killer was not included among the top forces in the Eastern Spirit Realm, anyone with a little knowledge knows how terrifying this organization that has existed for thousands of years is.
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There will always be only thirteen people for the Thirteen Kills, and they will be passed down from generation to generation.
These people are all warriors who are proficient in assassination, and their identities are extremely mysterious. They rarely appear in front of the world, but once they appear, some of them will surely perish.
"Go out to the west gate and Mu Ti will come back!"
This is Xuanyuan Wu’s evaluation of the Thirteen Kills made by Xuanyuan Wu more than two hundred years ago.
And everyone obviously did not expect that in the tomb of King Wu, they would meet the person named Thirteen Killers. And there were more than one. If you look carefully, there are actually five of them.
Almost half of the people came, absolutely generous!
Moreover, the leader is actually the third person killed, second only to the first and second person.
What kind of existence is this Blood Spirit Palace? It has such a great reputation.
In the main hall, the Blood-clothed Marquis looked at the Third Killer with the character "Herringbone", his face became extremely gloomy, "They are just thirteen poisonous snakes that cannot be seen in the light, but they dare to appear in front of me openly!"
"Do you think that I, the Blood Spirit Palace, can't do anything to you?"
The Xueyi Hou sneered.
However, the Third Killer was unmoved, and his low-alcohol voice was particularly dull, "The so-called Thirteen Killer is walking on the edge of life and death. If we show up today, there is no reason for you to walk out of King Wu's Tomb alive.
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"They are really a bunch of braggarts, but it's a pity that you miscalculated a little," the Blood-clothed Marquis said coldly, and then laughed crazily: "I, the Blood Spirit Palace, am not someone who is afraid of death!"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Huang's expression changed slightly, and his whole body was suddenly protected by golden light. He saw an injured Blood Spirit Hall Wuhou in the main hall, and in a moment he walked towards the gradually collapsing wall of the main hall.
boom!
The sound of Wu Hou's self-destruction was like thunder, and the terrifying air wave suddenly overturned everyone in the hall. At the same time, it also blasted away the slowly collapsing wall.
The wall collapses, ultimately revealing what's behind the wall.
In the main hall, everyone's expressions were shocked, and they felt a shocking and terrifying aura suddenly rushing out from behind the wall...