Under the long wind and bright moon, white clothes appear.
The figure was not tall and burly, but stood upright like a green pine. Its snow-white robes were flying like flags, and its green threads were rustling. It moved forward under the bright moon and stood slowly on the top of the mountain, like a cloud in the wind.
"It's Lin Huang!"
At the foot of the mountain, a warrior shouted, instantly causing a commotion.
Everyone looked up and looked at the white-clothed figure on the top of the mountain, and their minds were suddenly aroused. On the top of the mountain, the young man who was less than twenty years old was the leader of this decisive battle.
He has only been practicing for a few years, but he is already the chief disciple of Piaoxue Palace.
In the battle between four sects and ten dynasties, one person suppressed and killed the disciples of all factions, which was even worse than what Lin Cangxue had done back then.
In the Qinglong Mountains, he was besieged by more than twenty forces. Finally, when Lin Cangxue came down from the mountain, he killed all those who were chasing him.
In the land of dragon locks, he slaughtered the dragon veins with one force. Wearing black light, he immediately became a demon and killed everyone!
This young man who once had a low reputation and lived under the glory of Lin Cangxue, seemed to have become the protagonist of the Eastern Spirit Realm overnight, a person who was quickly killed by various forces, and a legend of the new generation.
But today, he actually declared war on Han Qingtian.
Under the mountain peak, everyone looked up, sighing and sneering, hating and pitying.
It is undeniable that Lin Huang is now the well-deserved number one of the younger generation. But even so, how can he fight with Han Qingtian, how can he compete with an unfathomable figure?
"I'm afraid that this time, it will be Lin Huang's final battle!"
"It's just a puppy. He is too arrogant and ruthless and will be killed sooner or later."
"Han Qingtian takes action, and when the moon sets, there will be no more Lin Huang in the Eastern Spirit Realm."
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Many disciples from the big forces had sneers on their faces, especially the disciples from the Tianlei Sect. They looked at Lin Huang as if he were looking at a dead man. Why would a Piaoxue Palace disciple dare to challenge their sect leader?
The Piaoxue Palace disciples clenched their fists. Their palms were already sweating before Han Qingtian appeared.
Even though Lin Huang's feats like this were very exciting to them, they were also worried about Lin Huang. They didn't want him to die just like that, because if they were given a few more years, Lin Huang would surely usher in the glory of Piaoxue Palace.
Under the night, Lin Cangxue's fingers turned blue as she clenched her fingers tightly, staring blankly at the young man on the top of the mountain.
Jun Qingcheng, on the other hand, was wearing a crimson dress, holding her snowy cheeks with her soft little hands, looking at the high-spirited young man under the bright moon, with a sweet smile on her face.
On the top of the mountain, the forest stands like a spear, closing its eyes and waiting for Han Qingtian to appear.
Huhu...
In the void, there was suddenly the sound of wind and thunder.
The faces of tens of thousands of people at the foot of the mountain were frozen, and they suddenly turned their heads to look at a place in the sky. Under the bright moon in the sky, a figure suddenly appeared from the sky.
The figure is not very tall, but is as deep as the sea, and looks extremely proud. The purple clothes are floating, the green hair is flying, and the face is cold and majestic, showing that the leader of a sect has extraordinary courage.
I saw the latter waving his sleeves, all the wind and thunder dissipating around him, looking a little calm, but even more majestic.
Thunder shakes Han Qingtian from all directions.
The moment the latter appeared, countless people turned their attention and became excited about the purple-clothed figure.
Traveling in the air, the realm of Marquis Wu!
The disciples of Tianlei Sect were extremely excited. Looking at the middle-aged man suspended in the void and covered with moonlight, they were immediately overjoyed.
"The sect master really has the realm of Wuhou, and he will definitely kill Lin Huang with three moves?"
"Three moves? One move is enough!"
"Then Lin Huang is really seeking his own death. He dares to challenge the sect master. What can the new generation of legends in the Eastern Spirit Realm do? They are not going to become the dead souls under the sect master's control!"
On the other hand, the disciples of Piaoxue Palace felt depressed. It turned out that as the rumors said, Han Qingtian had broken through to the realm of Wuhou.
On Wuya Peak, Lin Huang had a calm expression on his face. He looked up at the middle-aged man in the sky, his expression unchanged at all.
Back in Tianlong Mountain, Han Qingtian had appeared, and at that time he was in the realm of Wuhou.
In the void, Han Qingtian put his hands behind his back and landed on the top of the mountain as deep as an abyss. He looked at the forest wilderness opposite, with a calm expression: "You make me pay attention!"
"I remember that outside the Blood Triangle, you were just an individual Yuan warrior. In just two years, you rushed to the half-step Wuhou realm, which is enough to shock the world!"
Han Qingtian smiled calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"It's rare that Sect Leader Han still remembers the Blood Triangle!"
Lin Huang laughed.
"I should have killed you with one strike from the beginning!"
Han Qingtian said with his hands behind his back, but he didn't show much regret.
"In order to repay the kindness of Sect Master Han for chasing you, I have tried my best to kill your Tianlei Sect people. I hope what I did did not disappoint you." Lin Huang pursed his lips and smiled, speaking very politely.
"Don't make me angry!"
Han Qingtian put his hands behind his back and chuckled, as if he didn't care about the lives of those people at all, "It's not too late to kill you now! Your body should be very valuable and worthy of my research, so it's not a loss!"
"Do you know why I chose to fight you at Wuya Peak?"
Lin Huang suddenly changed the topic.
"When Lin Changtian was hunted down by the Eastern Dynasty, he was buried alive here!"
When talking about Lin Changtian, Han Qingtian suddenly felt a little moved. The person he regarded as his old enemy in his life had never even looked at him. Even Xuanyuan Tibing, whom he once looked down upon, was a myth in the world and had no rival in the world.
"Han Qingtian, Deputy Envoy of the Blood God Marquis!"
Lin Huang pursed his lips and smiled.
Um?
Han Qingtian's eyebrows slightly condensed, and then he regained his composure, but there was clearly a hint of murderous intent between his eyebrows, "I originally thought that you were seeking revenge for Lin Cangxue's martial spirit that I once crippled. On the contrary,
I didn’t expect that you actually know my identity. I guess you are one of the Thirteen Killers!"
Lin Huang looked calm and just smiled:
"Three hundred years ago, Xuanyuan Changge and Jia Tiansheng killed Qiu Dali, the founder of the Blood Spirit Palace, on this peak!"
"Two hundred and fifty years ago, Xuanyuan Wuxiang died. Xuanyuan Mansion Wu Bu Dongling once fought bloody battles here for seventeen days and killed half of the Blood Spirit Palace on the river!"
"Later, Chen Ruoxu will be on top of this peak, and with his single-handed attack and killing skills, he will kill several Wuhou from your Blood Spirit Palace!"
"Two years ago, Jia Wanjin died in battle at Wuya Peak, and he killed you in the black robe of the Blood Spirit Palace!"
Under the bright moon in the sky, Lin Huang looked at Han Qingtian calmly and told the secrets he knew. The demon-suppressing knife on his waist began to make a buzzing sound. Lin Huang was wrapped in white robes and flew up, making the latter look like
A world-beating spear stands between heaven and earth.
"So what?"
Han Qingtian chuckled, "Today, I will send you down to be buried with them, so that you can rest in this mountain forever and never be able to rise again!"
Lin Huang's gaze was vast, and his dark eyes revealed a touch of awe-inspiring righteousness. His thin lips uttered lightly, but his roar sounded like thunder for ten miles, full of murderous intent and spread across the sky:
"Today, I, Lin Huang, will kill you, Han Qingtian, on this cliff-free peak. I will use your blood to pay homage to your hero's soul, erect your corpse, and kneel on the green mountain!"