On the battlefield, while Lin Huang was fighting, he suddenly felt dozens of powerful auras appearing in the void, with a strong bloody aura coming towards him.
Lin Huang turned his head and saw multiple figures emerging from a bloody tent on the battlefield. The realm of each figure was above that of Wuhou.
Lin Huang let out a long roar and rushed towards dozens of blood-clothed Wuhou. Thunder flashed around him, making him seem invincible.
Bai Xiaopang and Lin Cangxue were heading towards Langya Mountain.
In the bloody camp, Song Zhimou ordered the ten blood-clothed Wuhou to surround and kill Lin Huang, and then issued several more orders:
"Burn Langya Mountain!"
"Instruct the eastern army to retreat three hundred miles to avoid fighting with the enemy!"
"Send the order for the western army to withdraw to Tianfeng Plain!"
"At any cost, to stop the three of them, Qin Xuance must be killed first!"
"Instruct the southern army to capture Qin Xuance's lair at all costs before tonight!"
…
After dozens of blood-clad Wuhou rushed out of the camp, Song Zhimou reacted.
Qin Xuance's purpose here is to contain himself in order to win victories on other battlefields.
Thinking of this, Song Zhimou's face was full of gloom, and his dark eyes were full of anger. He felt increasingly bad in his heart. On other battlefields, the puppet army had to face the famous generals of the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Even if Qin Xuance dies here, if he wins on other battlefields, then even if he wins, he will still lose.
Bang.
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the battlefield, causing Song Zhimou's tent to shake. The latter's expression changed and he immediately walked out of the tent.
In the center of the battlefield, only nine of the ten blood-clothed Wuhou who had besieged Lin Huang were left.
The young man clothed in endless thunder beheaded a Wuhou in just one encounter.
Song Zhimou's heart sank again. Here were his top ten blood-clothed Wuhou, joining forces with masters whose strength was comparable to Wuhou's sixth level. In less than half a quarter of an hour, one of them was killed.
Who are the people in Purple Thunder?
The remaining nine Wuhou didn't even dare to touch the Thunder area.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Song Zhimou's mind became more and more heavy. He couldn't figure out who the three people who rushed into the battlefield were. In his calculation, all the Wuhou around Qin Xuance were restrained.
Who else can save the latter?
While Song Zhimou was thinking, the sound of explosions was heard in the void again. He saw the young man in the purple thunder, holding two swords in his hands, beheading the two Wuhou again.
Song Zhimou's expression changed drastically.
His hard planning was still overwhelmed by his strength. Thinking of this, the latter's handsome face was a little distorted. Looking at the sky-high fire in Langya Mountain in the distance, his expression was gloomy and cheerful.
Even if he dies, he must kill Qin Xuance first.
As long as Qin Xuance dies, what will happen no matter how powerful the young man wearing thunder and lightning is? With an army of millions in his hands, will he still be able to kill a Wuhou in the future?
On the other side of the battlefield, there was a fire soaring into the sky on Langya Mountain. The entire mountain peak was wrapped in flames, and the soaring fire illuminated the entire sky.
In the terrifying sea of fire, Qin Xuance's three thousand soldiers charged countless times, trying to get down the mountain, but were driven back by countless puppet armies.
Looking at the approaching fire, shrinking the living space of everyone, Qin Xuance looked at the purple thunder in the battlefield through the firelight in the sky, with a solemn look on his face.
The fire has become a prairie fire, and if it hadn't been for heavy rain, the fire would not be extinguished.
If you don't break out of the sea of fire, you will definitely die.
Then, Qin Xuance suddenly ordered, "Everyone cut off their clothes, retracted their whole bodies into the armor, filled the cracks in the armor with loess, and rolled down the mountain for me!"
"Here!"
Three Thousand Iron Armors suddenly let out a loud roar.
Rumble.
The thunder on the battlefield was endless, like the purple snakes and pythons that ravaged the world, becoming a taboo in life. In just a quarter of an hour, Lin Huang killed half of the ten blood-clothed Wuhou.
Afterwards, Lin Huang no longer paid attention to the remaining five Wuhou, but went straight towards Song Zhimou's camp.
To capture the thief, capture the king first!
Seeing Lin Huang heading towards Song Zhimou, the hollow eyes of the five great Wu Hous showed a trace of fresh anger, and they started to kill towards Lin Huang crazily.
On the top of Langya Mountain, the snow-white tents remain the same.
In the camp, the lights were bright. The compass suspended in mid-air finally slowly stopped rotating at this moment, as if it no longer seemed to be able to spy on the secrets of the sky.
A buzzing sound.
As the compass stopped, the dark clouds hanging over Lin Huang's head on the battlefield also dissipated.
In a few breaths, the thunder around Lin Huang disappeared.
Outside the bloody tent, Song Zhi looked at the disappearing thunder with a look of joy on his face. He immediately ordered the remaining Wuhou to attack Lin Huang.
He didn't believe that without the terrifying Thunder, the latter could still move forward.
In fact, God helped him with Song's plan!
Bang.
However, before the smile on Song Zhimou's face fully bloomed, it froze again. He looked at the scene in the distance with an incredible look on his face.
In the battlefield, when the five blood-clothed Wu Hous were charging towards Lin Huang, the blood-soaked young man in white clothes let out a loud roar, and heavy snow fell all over him.
Around the latter, a deserted and dead area appeared.
A nasal passage!
The moment the nose passage appeared, the young man in white unsheathed the Cross Yama with one hand and instantly killed a blood-clothed Wuhou.
"Lin Huang?!"
Looking at the heavy snow falling all over the sky, Song Zhimou suddenly came back to his senses. Although he had never practiced martial arts, he knew that snow was falling in the world and that the forest was deserted.
In this Eastern Spirit Realm, there is no one else but Lin Huang who can make snow fall on the world, and such a young person.
In the battlefield, Lin Huang looked at Xiaopang Bai and Lin Cangxue approaching Langya Mountain in the distance. He raised his eyebrows and put down his worries. Then he turned to look at the young man outside the bloody tent in the distance, and suddenly revealed a trace of
smile.
Outside the camp, Song Zhimou's mind suddenly dropped when he saw Lin Huang smiling, like seeing a devil showing its bloody fangs...
"kill!"
Then, a long roar suddenly sounded on the battlefield. Lin Huang was seen holding two swords, turning into an afterimage and killing the endless army of puppets around him.
The blade came out and heads were everywhere.
On the vast battlefield of hundreds of miles, Lin Huang was like a murderous god running rampant, without the slightest goal or the slightest mercy.
He also ignored the many Wuhou behind him.
Don't even pay attention to Song Zhimou.
Linhuang is like a demon, killing people everywhere without any human emotion. Wherever the soldiers point, corpses are lying everywhere; wherever they step, blood is like rain.
But those Wuhou, who looked like crazy, had never even touched the corners of Lin Huang's clothes.
After waiting only a quarter of an hour, Lin Huang, perhaps tired of killing, suddenly turned around and headed towards the blood-clothed Wuhou. In an instant, Lin Huang used all his methods:
Kill the god with one strike.
Snow is falling in the world.
A nasal passage.
The Wrath of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Shura.
White Tiger Formation.
Cross Yama.
…
Just for a moment.
The entire battlefield suddenly became silent and extremely cold. From the moment the young man in white turned back, the entire space seemed to be controlled by the latter.
The five blood-clothed Wuhou did not have time to resist, and were directly killed to pieces by endless attacks, and they no longer had the slightest chance of survival.
Outside the bloody tent, Song Zhimou looked at the extremely bloody scene in the distance, his heart suddenly felt cold, and he froze in place.
"It actually...killed the five great Martial Lords instantly?!"
Song Zhimou couldn't feel the existence of his own thoughts. He only felt that the scene he just saw was too unreal and too terrifying. Before he could recover, he saw an additional figure in his pupils, which was constantly enlarging.
The figure stopped in front of Song Zhimou, staring at the latter with a smile on his face...