On the rouge-soaked street, ferocious murderous intent surged from unknown time, like a flowing river of murderous intent, spreading from the street to the end of the street.
Lin Huang was in the middle of the street. In front of him was the unconscious old man with a dark, thin and hunched back, and behind him was the helpless Song Changling.
Behind them are a white-haired old man and a young woman disguised as a man.
On the street, Lin Huang looked at the offerings of the twenty-seven Rouge Towers on the left and right, his strong eyebrows slightly raised, and his aura rose again, full of power!
Still the fourth level of Wuhou!
But after cutting off a few shackles in the body, there was a world of difference.
Afterwards, Lin Huang turned left towards the street.
"It's unreasonable to leave like this after breaking the rules. Since we are both Wuhou, there is no need to hold back. If we can fight our way out of this street, whatever happened before may be wiped out!"
Lin Huang faced the man at the front and said, he is not the strongest among these people, but he seems very confident. Obviously this is another rule on Rouge Street.
"Easy to say!"
Lin Huang smiled slightly, and then his expression suddenly turned cold. The whole person immediately disappeared on the spot, like a tiger descending from the mountain, charging towards the enemy unscrupulously.
At the same time, all the twenty-seven worshipers from Rouge Tower were heading towards Linhuang.
Anyone who commits a crime on Rouge Street will not end up well, because this is the rule.
Lin Huang only had the realm of Marquis Wu. For them, it was not too much to use Marquis Wu against Marquis Wu. Although they were bullying the younger ones with more people, it was Lin Huang who broke the rules after all.
If the King of Martial Realm breaks the rules, then someone stronger will take action.
In the hazy night, a sharp breath suddenly swept out from the center of the street and extended to both sides, like a flood sweeping across.
In just a few breaths, the twenty-seven great Wuhou formed nine attacks, attacking the forest wasteland in an orderly manner, one after another, connected end to end, never ending.
But the young man in white under the night sky was like a rock, moving forward calmly and calmly. There was no weapon in his hands, and he relied on his fists to shake off countless attacks.
Those fists, stained with golden light, were like being cast by molten iron. They opened mountains when encountering mountains and cut off water when encountering water. Punch after punch, they repelled countless attacks.
In the street, Lin Huang took three breaths and took one step at a time. There was no acceleration or stagnation at all.
His moves are simple and crude, without any ornamental value.
But those punches were delivered one after another, as if they were invincible...
In the long dark night street, the twenty-seven worshippers went from being contemptuous at the beginning, to being solemn at the end, to feeling a huge wave of panic in their hearts two quarters of an hour later.
From the beginning to the end, this young man in white clothes, who was walking calmly, was just passively defending against waves of attacks from his own people.
The killing move did not appear at all.
"Isn't it enough? Only when you see blood can you stop?"
After Lin Huang walked half the distance, he raised his head and asked.
"Rules are rules. It's your ability to get out of this street. It's your fate to not get out of this street. Although you are physically strong, you are too presumptuous!"
In the chaotic battle, voices of rebuke sounded in the void, and then another order sounded:
"Form up!"
Just as the words fell, the breath in the void suddenly became thicker. The twenty worshipers were seen withdrawing from the battlefield, and then their bodies moved staggered to form a large formation.
In the large formation, the auras of the twenty worshippers flowed through, just like twenty-seven small rivers gathered together to form a large waterfall, and the momentum rushed to the peak of Wuhou.
It's only one step away from crossing King Wu's barrier.
On the street, Lin Huang sighed and shook his head, "Under the realm of King Wu, although I am not truly invincible! But I am considered invincible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the murderous aura in Lin Huang's body suddenly burst out, like a sea bursting its embankments, flooding the entire long street in an instant.
I saw Lin Huang thrust his hand into the air, as sharp as a blade, and then the figure suddenly disappeared from the place.
"Three thousand miles!"
A faint voice sounded in the void.
On the long street, the faces of the twenty-seven great worshipers changed slightly, and they suddenly discovered that Lin Huang appeared in front of them at lightning speed.
"Behead Kunlun!"
There was another sound in the void.
Lin Huang stepped down from the sky with one foot, and the aura condensed under his feet was like a mountain, pressing heavily on everyone's heads.
"Shoot Sirius!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Huang's sharp hand knife was like an iron halberd, piercing the neck of a worshipper accurately.
A buzzing sound.
When Lin Huang stabbed the man's neck with his right hand, the formation formed by the twenty-seven worshipers was immediately beheaded and disintegrated and disappeared.
The rest of the people all looked pale and suffered varying degrees of backlash.
Then, Lin Huang didn't hesitate at all, a slight smile appeared on his lips, but the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more fierce, like galloping thunder, and like a floating ghost, shuttling back and forth among the remaining twenty-six worshipers.
Three thousand miles.
Kill Kunlun.
Shoot the Sirius!
The three moves had been fused by Lin Huang into a God-killing sword move, and were dismantled again, arranged and combined to attack all directions. A pair of iron palms were like knives, ruthlessly piercing the throats of one person after another.
Rouge Street, full of hazy charm, was completely soaked in blood after the previous surge of murderous intent.
The twenty-seven great Wuhou enshrines fell to the ground and died one after another under the palms of Lin Huang.
The streets are stained with blood!
At this moment, Song Changling looked at the scene in front of him and was already stunned. The latter came from a large family and had seen a lot of battles, but they were only watched from a distance.
But now we are so close, it is not a battle, but a real life and death fight, dripping with blood.
Behind Song Changling, the girl disguised as a man seemed a little calm. There was a bit of curiosity in her eyes as bright as stars. She looked up at the old man beside her and called inquiringly: "Grandpa..."
The white-haired old man shook his head, and his expression changed from the boring and joking expression to something serious and serious. Looking at the calm young man in white clothes in front of him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes from time to time.
However, he thought about it for a long time and couldn't think of when such a young man appeared in the Posuo Domain. Looking at the entire continent, there are only a few dozen people in the Wuhou Realm with such strong combat power. Otherwise, the latter would not be able to rely solely on his strength.
With physical skills, he was able to kill twenty-seven people who were also in the Wuhou realm with such a strong posture.
"Such strength is considered very good for someone under King Wu!"
The white-haired old man touched the girl's head and sighed with appreciation.
"Is it more powerful than Brother Wang Xiao from the Academy?"
The girl tilted her head and looked at the white-haired old man, somewhat disbelieving and curious.
The white-haired old man condensed slightly, and then said: "Based on the current situation, Wang Xiao will be slightly better, but Wang Xiao's realm is two heavens higher!"
"So, Wang Xiao's brother is still invincible to King Wu?"
The girl giggled.
"The continent is so vast. The invincibles we have seen. If we can really gather all the prodigies and Wuhou together, it would be good to be ranked in the top 100 at most. The so-called true invincibility, then we have to ask Tianji Pavilion!"
The white-haired old man smiled, held the girl's hand and slowly walked through the storm of the battle...