"The fifth person with the Chinese characters kills Ye Hongxiu and swears to kill the evil king!"
"The Fourth Herringbone kills Jiang Yunliu and swears to kill the evil king!"
"The seventh kill with herringbone..."
"The ninth kill with the herringbone..."
On the mighty battlefield, one voice after another resounded throughout the world, causing the expressions of tens of thousands of warriors to be shocked, and their hearts to be filled with excitement and shock. It was extremely complicated.
The Thirteen Killers controlled the night in the Eastern Spirit Realm for hundreds of years.
No matter who they are, anyone under the Wuhou realm will have a changed expression. They are like poisonous snakes hiding in the shadows, making it difficult for people to guard against them.
But I never thought that the identity reveal today would be so unbelievable.
"Feng Wanli turned out to be the leader of the Huangzi Camp in Xuanyuan Mansion!"
"And Ye Hongxiu, the top auctioneer at the Bloody Auction House, a woman who looks so weak is actually the legendary fifth killer!"
"Jiang Yunliu...didn't he die twenty years ago?"
…
Looking at the identities revealed one after another in the void, tens of thousands of warriors could not calm down for a long time.
"The three-character killing sword Wuming vows to kill the evil king!"
Next to Lin Huang, the Third Killer wearing a ghost-headed mask suddenly shouted loudly, shocking everyone. Then he saw the figure of the Third Killer turn into thunder and kill the dark crow in front of him. His momentum was so powerful.
The extreme point is comparable to the peak of Wuhou.
"Jian Wuming?!"
Listening to this strange name, countless warriors showed doubts, but many people looked shocked, "Forty years ago, that nameless man in the legend? Because he is nameless, he is nameless... I didn't expect that he was actually a human being.
The third kill in words!"
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel shocked.
Those Thirteen Killers can all be regarded as famous figures for decades. Each one of them was like a meteor streaking across the sky of the Eastern Spirit Realm, and when they disappeared, countless warriors regretted it, but they did not expect that these people would all become
It is simply unbelievable to kill one of the Thirteen People.
While everyone was still stunned, the Thirteen Killers on the battlefield had turned into long, silent wind and flowing clouds, killing the three thousand black-robed men in the Blood Spirit Hall.
Just as the breeze blew, the men in black robes fell silently one after another.
He died inexplicably.
He also died quietly.
But in the sky, the cry of "Thirteen Thirteen Kills" continued, attracting everyone's attention. Lin Cangxue, whose whole body was set ablaze with fire, suddenly unsheathed his sword, like thunder swimming in the world, towards Sanqian Hei.
The man robed him and killed him. Just before the sword took the person's head, the sound of screaming spread throughout the countryside:
"The twelfth killer with a human character, Lin Cangxue in Piaoxue Palace, swears to kill the evil king!"
The clear and beautiful voice resounded through the battlefield, shocking countless people with shock and surprise. They turned to look at the stunning woman on the battlefield, and their hearts stirred up waves. This woman rose to prominence less than five or six years ago.
Although this woman is a legend of the Eastern Spirit, she has not yet entered the ranks of the powerful ones in the Eastern Spirit Realm, but she is actually one of the Thirteen Killers?
Then, another voice sounded in the void, with a hint of sadness and arrogance in the middle of the air:
"The tenth kill with a human character, Xie Qinghou in Piaoxue Palace, the final battle in the Qinglong Mountains, kill eight hundred black robes!"
Tens of thousands of people in the battlefield looked up and saw Lin Huang controlling the formation with one hand. As he waved his other hand, the shadow of a young man appeared in the void. The young man was extremely handsome, and he could not even conquer a country.
It's too much. I don't know how many women in the world can be shamed.
The young man has a pair of dark eyes, as clear as the starry sky.
In the sky, Lin Huang looked at Xie Qinghou, whom he had sketched with his own hand, and couldn't help but feel sad. If the Thirteen Killers hadn't really appeared in front of the world today, this young man who had been hiding in the Blood Spirit Palace for ten years would have suffered a lot.
, when can we walk openly and openly in the sun?
Then, Lin Huang roared again, with a hint of majesty in his fierce expression, "The Thirteenth Killer, Piao Xue Palace Lin Huang, swear to kill the evil king!"
With a sound of falling, tens of thousands of warriors suddenly widened their eyes, looking at the young man in the sky, full of disbelief.
"It's Piaoxue Palace again?!"
"How could Lin Huang be the thirteenth killer?"
"He has only practiced for less than three years..."
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At this moment, most of the Thirteen Killers had been exposed, and the battle above and below the sky had turned into a mess.
On the battlefield, the Thirteen Killers were like wind and flowing clouds. No one could be seen, only silent and invisible murderous aura swept across them, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, harvesting the heads of the black robes of the Blood Spirit Palace one after another.
The bloody formation that filled the battlefield quietly broke apart.
Tens of thousands of warriors rose up, like thousands of beasts coming out of the gate, and headed towards the three thousand black robes to kill them.
In the sky, Yan Zangfeng fought with one arm against the dark crow.
The third killing sword with a human character came out like a dragon, like lightning, like the breeze, like rain and mist, and it went towards the crow in front of him one by one.
The oven in front of Murong Fen was buzzing, and an extremely terrifying aura came from it, which filled Lin Huang's heart with complete fear.
And around the forest wasteland, heavy snow was flying, constantly killing the blood crows rushing towards the oven.
A great war seemed to be reversed again at this moment, reaching an imperceptible balance.
But Lin Huang believed that in just half a quarter of an hour, as soon as the oven in Murong Fen's hand was turned on, this fight that stretched hundreds of miles would inevitably turn around.
"puff……"
However, at this moment, Murong Fen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, causing Lin Huang's expression to change.
Murong Fen's face was pale and twisted, the veins on his fingers were exposed, and his bloodshot eyes were staring at the oven in front of him, as if he was doing something extremely shocking.
Lin Huang turned his head and looked at the oven, his eyelids twitching fiercely, and he said:
"This...is this level six formation?!"
Then, Lin Huang's heart was violently shocked, as if he had been hit hard several times by a hammer, and he stared at Murong Fen with red eyes, "Burn your soul, break through the limit, and forcibly condense the six-level formation. This is a sacrifice."
The art!"
Lin Huang immediately flew towards Murong Fen, trying to stop him. Before he could take a step forward, he saw Murong Fen turning his head fiercely, with a smile on his face.
With a buzzing sound, there was a huge noise in the oven, which struck Lin Huang's heart like a final conclusion.
The flames of pseudo-nirvana are done!
Lin Huang looked at Murong Fen, who was holding the oven in his hand and vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt a cramp in his heart, as if there was a blockage in his heart that he could not vent.
The flames of Nirvana are completed.
It also shows that the burning state of Murong Fen's soul is irreversible unless someone as powerful as Xiao Yishan exists.
"Leave it to you!"
Murong Fen held the oven in his hands and looked at Lin Huang with a smile on his face, "Teacher can become a level 5 formation master in this life, and even set up a level 6 oven before he died. There is no regret. The flames of pseudo-nirvana are gone.
It’s done, but there’s still a little bit of vitality left if you want to show up in this world!”
"So, for the next thing, only you can help the teacher go on!"
Murong Fen looked at his nominal half disciple, with a bloody smile on his face. There was no trace of sadness, only the determination to die calmly.
Then, Murong Fenhu looked up to the sky and roared, his red robe was like burning fire, wrapped around his tired body, and rushed into the oven...