In the void, facing the overwhelming black ice spears coming from the sky, heavy snow suddenly fell all over Lin Huang.
The breath of sadness swept across the sky, making countless people's hearts throb.
The young man in white clothes in the blue wind and snow is like the only existence under the sky. He is desolate and lonely, sad and full of resolute murderous intent.
The dyed jet-black hair turned into frosty white inch by inch.
The wind and snow suddenly became shrill and shrill, and thousands of snowflakes turned into endless blades of light, all heading towards the overwhelming Xuanbing spear.
"Snow is falling on earth!"
Lin Huang let out a sigh and turned into an invincible snowflake, charging into hundreds of Xuanbing spears and heading towards Qi Aohan.
Qi Aohan's expression changed drastically, and he felt a breath of death enveloped his heart. He shouted in horror: "Xuanming Yinhe!"
Suddenly, a dark river of ice appeared around Qi Aohan, turning into an indestructible defense to resist the onslaught of snowflakes.
Click.
When the snowflakes touched the Xuanming Yin River, countless cracks appeared.
The gorgeous snowflakes, as if they were invincible, instantly split open the river of ice and passed through Qi Aohan's figure.
Under the sky, Lin Huang's figure reappeared. The demon-suppressing knife in the latter's hand was slowly flowing with blood.
On the battlefield, countless people looked up. They saw that the smile on Qi Aohan's face had solidified, and his breath quickly dissipated. In the blink of an eye, the latter's head suddenly fell into the sky.
"Qi Aohan is dead, who will challenge me in Piaoxue Palace?"
Lin Huang stood proudly in the sky and roared. The sound was like thunder, resounding in everyone's ears.
On the battlefield, the expressions of the Fengyu Tower disciples changed drastically. Looking at Qi Aohan's fallen body, their expressions were as cold as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
The dignified owner of Fengyu Tower was beheaded by Lin Huang in just a few breaths.
Together with the seven great Wuhou, they all showed solemn expressions.
Lin Huang was no more than the second level of Wuhou, but he gave them a feeling of being invincible in the world. This feeling seemed to only appear when he remembered Xuanyuan raising his troops.
Buzz.
Buzzing.
At this moment, a buzzing sound rang out from the mountain-protecting formation of Piaoxue Palace. I saw that the originally almost broken mountain-protecting formation was slowly being repaired, returning to its original invincible posture.
In the mountain-protecting formation, hundreds of Piaoxue Palace disciples were surrounded by snowflakes flying all over the sky.
That is the world where snow is falling.
Looking at the scene in front of them, the disciples and elders of the two major sects were all stunned and horrified. They never expected that in just a few breaths, hundreds of Piaoxue Palace disciples would learn how to make snow fall on the world.
That's an earth-level martial art.
If Piaoxue Palace is not destroyed today, it will be invincible in the East Spirit Realm in the future.
Above the sky, the seven great Martial Lords looked at each other and nodded solemnly. In today's battle, Piaoxue Palace must be eradicated no matter what.
A buzzing sound...
A terrifying aura suddenly filled the void, like the water of a river filling the void, and like the clouds falling from the sky, heading towards the forest wasteland.
I saw the seven great Wuhou forming an array, forming a terrifying killing array. In the array there were roaring tigers and roaring dragons, and a sea of swords and swords, crushing the void inch by inch, trying to completely kill Lin Huang.
"Chief Senior Brother, be careful!"
In the mountain-protecting formation, all the disciples shouted and shouted, looking at the scene in the sky with horrified expressions on their faces.
The strength formed by the formation of the eight great Wuhou was comparable to the seventh heaven realm of Wuhou.
In this Dongling realm, the only person who can fight with the second heaven of Wuhou against the seventh heaven is Chen Ruoxu, who was the first person to kill in the past, except for the invincible Xuanyuan Tibing.
Feeling the overwhelming aura that filled the air, Lin Huang smiled slightly and regained his composure.
"Abidao!"
"Eight-armed Heavenly Shura!"
"White Tiger Formation!"
"Xiao Hei!"
As Lin Huang whispered, the aura around him rose again, like the water of a river rising upside down, which was horrifying. Under the sky, an invincible field opened up, revealing the aura of endless killing.
Heavy snow is falling all over the world.
A white tiger condensed from the sky and came down the mountain.
A pitch-black dragon rushed out of the mysterious sea in the forest wasteland and swept in all directions.
Lin Huang held two swords in his hands, one sword was like the sun shining on the world, and the other sword was like the eyes of Hell's Yama opening its eyes. As soon as Lin Huang let out a long roar, he killed the seven great Wuhou.
Up and down in the sky, fighting suddenly continued.
Countless terrifying explosions sounded one after another, the terrifying air waves caused the void to shake, the snowflakes in the sky were crushed, and all the wind and clouds in all directions were annihilated.
All that could be seen was a figure in white clothes and white hair, holding two swords like an angry Shura, shuttling back and forth in the void.
For a quarter of an hour, the entire void was shaking continuously. In the end, the disciples of Piaoxue Palace could no longer see clearly the battle in the sky, and could only vaguely see the sword light shooting out from the smoke and dust in the sky.
Bang.
Suddenly there was a loud noise in the void, making everyone look shocked.
The disciples of Piaoxue Palace looked up, clenched their fists, and felt extremely worried in their hearts.
Then, everyone saw a head falling in the smoke and dust, and landed on the battlefield with a bang. It was the head of Marquis Wu of the Tianlei Sect.
The disciples of Piaoxue Palace suddenly cheered.
Bang.
Bang bang.
Then several more bursting sounds were heard in the void, and heads fell one after another. They were all Wuhou from the two major sects, which made the disciples of Piaoxue Palace extremely excited.
"Chief Senior Brother, be invincible!"
Suddenly, a disciple from Piaoxue Palace shouted.
"Chief Senior Brother, please support my Piaoxue Palace!"
"The chief should be invincible!"
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All the disciples of Piaoxue Palace roared, and a boiling fighting spirit shot into the sky, as if they were helping Lin Huang kill the enemy.
There was a bang.
There was another loud noise in the void, and a terrifying cross of Yama slashed away the smoke and dust between heaven and earth, revealing the scene of a battle in the sky.
Lin Huang was seen covered in blood, holding two swords with determination to kill. His figure moved like a ghost or a rainbow, accompanied by white tigers and blue dragons. With only a gentle movement of the blade, he chopped off the heads of three Wuhou.
Bang bang bang.
Three heads fell to the ground, and Lin Huang stood up with his sword put away.
Within a quarter of an hour, the seven Wuhou who joined forces to surround Linhuang were wiped out.
Looking at the scene in the void, both the disciples from Piaoxue Palace and the other two sects were stunned, like clay and wood sculptures, looking extremely horrified.
One person killed Qi Aohan and the Eight Great Wu Hous.
How could Lin Huang, who was not in the second level of Wuhou, have such terrifying killing methods? Could it be that he would become the second Xuanyuan Tibing?
After the Piaoxue Palace disciples were horrified, they burst into violent cheers.
Looking at the young man standing proudly in the sky, covered in blood, the blood boils in his body and is difficult to contain.
"Ahem..."
In the sky, Lin Huang suddenly coughed twice. After calming down his surging energy and blood, he turned his gaze to a cloud of clouds in the distance...