The three of them went down the mountain, led by Yan Zangfeng, followed closely by Lin Huang and Jun Qingcheng. Wherever their figures went, no one dared to speak and silently gave way to a passage.
Tens of thousands of warriors looked at the three people walking slowly forward, and their hearts were filled with shock and could not calm down for a long time.
The person at the front is Yan Zangfeng.
The martial arts myth of more than seventy years ago has not been really used for many years. But this time, everyone finally saw it and understood the meaning of the four words "martial arts myth".
One arm.
one person.
In half a quarter of an hour, he killed dozens of powerful Wuhou warriors from all major forces, with no blood stained from his body. How powerful must he be to be able to do so easily and freely.
More than seventy years have passed, and the so-called twilight of a hero seems to have never happened to Yan Zangfeng.
As long as he is here, he can hold up the entire sky of Piaoxue Palace.
Looking at the one-armed middle-aged man in blue, everyone couldn't help but sigh and wonder, who is stronger or weaker than Yan Zangfeng today's Xuanyuan Tibing?
And behind Yan Zangfeng, the figure in white clothes stained with blood was even more difficult for everyone to ignore.
A few days ago, when a declaration of war shocked Dong Ling, everyone could only think of one outcome, which was that Lin Huang would be killed by Han Qingtian.
After all, he is a newcomer to the world, how can he be compared with the leader of a sect.
The so-called letter of challenge was originally just a joke.
They came here to watch the battle, mostly out of curiosity, to see how arrogant and arrogant that guy was who killed everyone in the battle of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties, fled for his life in the Qinglong Mountains, and became a demon with a single thought in the Locked Dragon Land.
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What kind of fall should it be? The name of legend is no longer there.
However, they never expected that the battle at the top of Wuya Peak would be far beyond their expectations, and it could even be said that their eyes were blown off the ground.
The chief disciple of Piaoxue Palace killed Han Qingtian with all his strength.
Tianyuan kills Wuhou!
At this moment, everyone looked at the skeletal corpse that was kneeling down at Wuya Peak not far away, and they still couldn't believe it. The newborn calf in their eyes had powerfully killed the powerful dragon of Tianlei Sect.
In the name of a new generation of legends, you can fight or kill Wuhou!
The disciples of the Tianlei Sect were not far away, looking at Lin Huang's figure, their eyes filled with resentment, wanting to cut Lin Huang into pieces with a thousand knives and eat his flesh alive.
They felt the gazes from countless warriors, and felt their faces burning, feeling extremely humiliated.
The majestic leader of Tianlei Sect was defeated by the disciples of Piaoxue Palace.
What a shame!
Lin Huang looked calm, Han Qingtian was destined to be his stepping stone. Looking at Cangqiong Continent, Dongling Realm is just a remote and remote place. If he can't even kill Han Qingtian, how can he compete with the people in the big area?
His martial arts path will be filled with joy because of Jun Qingcheng and Lin Cangxue.
But it won’t stop because of anyone!
In the crowd, Lin Huang squeezed Jun Qingcheng's little hand and couldn't help but smile on his face when he looked at Lin Cangxue not far ahead. Han Qingtian was dead, so the barrier in the latter's heart had also disappeared.
Lin Cangxue was dressed in white and looked at the oncoming Lin Huang. She no longer had the worries she had before, nor the anger she heard about the battle at Wuya Peak. Her snow-white face was filled with a bright smile, like the first snow, turning into a beautiful line.
landscape.
In the past, the young man who was still a little green when he first came to Piaoxue Palace was now able to kill the powerful Wuhou!
In the direction of Piaoxue Palace, Yan Nangui came out and saluted Yan Zangfeng, "I've met our ancestors!"
Yan Zangfeng nodded and ordered: "After we return, recall all the disciples from Piaoxue Palace, stop everything, and order all the Supreme Elders to leave seclusion and prepare for the battle in Yin Yang Valley!"
Yan Nangui's expression condensed, showing a look of shock, and then he nodded solemnly.
Afterwards, Yan Zangfeng led everyone away from Wuya Peak and headed towards Xuanyuan City...
A battle at Wuya Peak shocked the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Only on the night when the war ended, the news spread all over the sky, shocking countless people in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Linhuang's name gradually became as powerful as Xuanyuan's Tibing.
And Yan Zangfeng's complete comeback undoubtedly gave everyone a head-on blow. He single-handedly killed dozens of Wuhou. He is still the martial arts myth of the past.
Three days later.
On a green hill outside Xuanyuan City, Lin Huang and Yan Zangfeng stood side by side, looking at the two tombs in front of them with depressed expressions.
"There used to be a dilapidated small temple on this mountain. After many years, the small temple is no longer there!"
Yan Zangfeng suddenly spoke, his calm face could not remain calm, and his expression seemed a little desolate.
"More than seventy years ago, Nuan'er and I eloped and fled to this small temple!"
"It was raining heavily that day, and Nuan'er was also facing childbirth. Even though we knew that there were people from Qianyin Valley behind us, we really couldn't leave anymore!"
Yan Zangfeng told the past events calmly, but his expression was very sad. He stretched out his hand to touch the inscription on the tomb in front of him, showing a sad look.
"It was here that my son was born, but Nuan'er disappeared. You can't imagine that a weak woman, just after giving birth to Lin'er, tried her best to climb out of the bed and block the knife for me.
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Yan Zangfeng's eyes were red, and he stroked the cold inscription with his rough hands. His burly body was actually trembling a little.
"In the afternoon of that day, our son also died!"
Yan Zangfeng suddenly said.
Lin Huang's expression was shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face. When he looked at the inscription again, he realized that there were three words "Yan Xiaonuan" on it, which was very tender yet warm.
Looking at Yan Zangfeng sitting in front of the tomb with his head buried in the ground, Lin Huang couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart and feel sad for him.
It turned out that Su Nuan'er was not the only one who died at that time, but the two sons also died in infancy. It seems that the child Yan Zangfeng took when he walked into Qianyin Valley was just his adopted son.
"actually……"
Yan Zangfeng suddenly raised his head, his face as calm as the sea was actually stained with tears. He touched his empty sleeve and said with a smile: "I cut off this arm myself!"
Lin Huang's eyes narrowed, and he stared at Yan Zangfeng in shock, but saw a warm smile on the latter's face:
"At that time, my whole heart was filled with sadness and hatred. I didn't want mother and son to sleep in the cold loess without anyone to protect them. So I cut off my own arm, hoping to hold Nuan'er and Xiao Nuan forever!"
Lin Huang knelt down, patted Yan Zangfeng's shoulder, and said nothing.
Yan Zangfeng suddenly raised his head, stared at Lin Huang solemnly, and said with a calm smile: "If one day I, Yan Zangfeng, die in battle, I hope you can bury me and Nuan'er together!"
Lin Huang nodded without any hesitation.
Yan Zangfeng smiled hoarsely, pointed to a nearby tomb, and recalled with a grin: "Later, I would spend three days every year staying alone in this small temple, until that day more than ten years ago,
I met Qinghou!"
"He was still a little beggar at that time, with a bruised nose, a swollen face and scars all over his body. He sneaked into the small temple alone and wanted to steal my food!"
The smile on Yan Zangfeng's face became brighter and brighter, but it was even more heartbreaking, "But he looks very delicate, like a little girl, but there is light in his eyes, like stars in the dark night, pure and clear
There is no trace of impurities!”
"Later, not long after he became a disciple, he went to the Blood Spirit Palace!"
On the green mountain, Lin Huang looked at the tombstone in front of him, his fingers trembling as he stroked the cold inscription. He felt as if he had lost something in his life, feeling that he had lost something extremely precious in his life.
Tomb of Xie Qinghou!
Five cold characters scrawled to bury Xie Qinghou's life.
Lin Huang still remembers that when he first met Xie Qinghou, he was shocked by his appearance. He still remembers his anger and murderous intention towards Xie Qinghou in Fulong Ridge.
At this moment, looking at the new grave in front of me, I felt extremely regretful.
"He stayed in the Blood Spirit Palace for ten years. He was like a mouse hiding in the darkness, not daring to walk in the sun. He killed many people and committed many crimes. He finally became a blood son not long ago.
Entered the core of the Blood Spirit Palace and got the list!"
Lin Huang paused with his arms. Even though he had already understood it in his heart, when he said it from Yan Zangfeng's mouth, he felt a different kind of heartache and awe.
From the beginning of their acquaintance, Xie Qinghou gave him a calm and calm feeling. It seemed that few things could make him feel bored and painful. Only at this moment did Lin Huang understand the fear and loneliness hidden in the latter's heart.
In front of Xie Qinghou's grave, Yan Zangfeng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, with a stiff smile on his face, and murmured:
"The last time I saw Qinghou, he told me in tears that he had eaten human flesh and blood and turned into a monster. In those dark and bright eyes, there was no longer the clarity and purity of ten years ago, but instead
Full of loneliness and panic, he is like an orphan abandoned by the world, at a loss what to do!"
"It wasn't until he was dying that he told me that he still owed a woman money for three bowls of porridge!"
Yan Zangfeng lowered his head and lowered his voice, "I have seen that woman before. She is extremely delicate and quiet. I think Qinghou must like her very much, so he would be shameless and not pay!"
Lin Huang smiled bitterly and handed Yan Zangfeng a pot of wine. He poured another pot in front of Xie Qinghou's grave, and Lin Huang drank the other pot in one gulp.
The strong alcohol was like a knife, stinging Lin Huang's throat, but making him feel better inside.
"I owe him an apology!"
Lin Huang laughed hoarsely and touched Xie Qinghou's wine bottle.
"He won't care!"
Yan Zangfeng smiled and said: "The deceased is gone. Whether it is love, family affection, or friendship, they should be engraved in our hearts. As the saying goes, repay kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred. Those of us who survive should inherit their will and
Hope, keep moving forward!”
Lin Huang nodded silently, and another pot of wine fell on Xie Qinghou's grave.
"Come down the mountain!"
After Yan Zangfeng looked at the old and new tombs with nostalgia, he stood up calmly, and then walked down the mountain without looking back. However, the burly one-armed figure looked a little desolate after all.
It wasn't until the two of them walked down the green mountain that Yan Zangfeng narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. His calm voice was full of murderous intent, "Yin Yang Valley is about to appear again!"