In the room, Situ sat cross-legged on the floor and practiced breathing and practicing seriously. Lin Huang was sitting on the bed, recovering from his injuries while comprehending the power of 'raising millions of soldiers'.
With the knock on the door, the tranquility in the dark night was suddenly broken, and Situ and Lin Huang were awakened in the room.
The two looked at each other and then nodded.
"Squeak..."
Lin Huang slowly opened the door.
Outside the door, a woman in white stood quietly at this moment, with a cold expression, which was even more eye-catching in the dim night, like a bright moon.
It is Liu Linglong.
Behind Liu Linglong, there were three young people.
One is Xu Tianguan, who is wearing a bright red robe, with long and gloomy eye slits, and his hands hidden in his sleeves. The other is Yuwen Shendu, who is wearing a white robe, holding a Fangtian painted halberd, and has sharp eyebrows.
There is also Fatty Chu who is only slightly thinner than Little Fatty Bai.
"It seems that Song Changling's analysis was wrong!"
Looking at the four people outside the door, Lin Huang rolled up his sleeves and said calmly. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it didn't feel like a smile at all. Instead, it was particularly cold.
During this period of time, Liu Linglong never came to see Lin Huang. According to Song Changling, the latter did not dare to face Lin Huang because of guilt.
But now... the latter still appeared, and behind him were the three proud men of Taixuan Domain.
The purpose is self-evident, naturally it is to settle the matter before the ferry reaches Taixuan Territory.
To put it more simply, the four people in front of me have all become Song Xieyang’s dogs!
Looking at Lin Huang's cold expression, Liu Linglong lowered her eyelids, and there seemed to be a trace of hesitation and struggle in her eyes. But when she looked at Lin Huang again, her eyes were full of decisive murderous intent.
Not only that, the three people behind Liu Linglong have locked the Qi machines around them.
At the entrance to the passage outside the room, there was a young man in purple clothes, holding a folding fan in one hand and tapping the palm of his hand, walking towards Lin Huang's room with a sloppy gait.
In addition, on the outermost deck of the entire yellow-labeled room, there is an old man with a stooped figure and his hands that can almost hang to the ground.
Lin Huang glanced at everyone, and the smile on his lips became colder: "Come in, everyone, it's too rude to fight outside!"
With that said, Lin Huang turned around and walked into the room, waiting for a few people to enter.
Outside the room, the four people suddenly became hesitant out of caution.
…
Hazy night.
In the room with the same name, the white-haired old man watched the girl fall asleep, and the kind smile on his face gradually solidified.
Then he became murderous.
Pei Xiufu opened the window in the room and stared blankly at the old man who was skimming the formation.
…
After dozens of breaths, Liu Linglong took the lead and stepped into the room. She glanced at Lin Huang and Situ and occupied a corner of the room.
Afterwards, Xu Tianguan and others walked in one after another, each occupying a corner of the room, showing a blockade from all directions, surrounding Lin Huang and Situ.
A snap...
Suddenly there was a clear sound of the folding fan opening in the dark night, and Song Xieyang slowly walked into the room, looking at Lin Huang who was already his prey in the cage, with an indifferent expression, "You still have one last chance to use it for me, if
If you are so shameless, this vast sea can only become your burial place!"
Lin Huang didn't answer the question and shook his head lightly, "The biggest mistake I made before was that I forgot to ask Song Changling what state you are in!"
"I just broke through to the Martial King realm three months ago, and I'm still not as good as Liu Linglong!"
Song Xieyang shook his head as if regretfully, but his face was full of arrogance. At his age, there are only a handful of people in the entire Song family who can achieve such a state.
Lin Huang turned his head and looked at Situ, and saw that the latter looked extremely calm and nodded calmly to Lin Huang.
"I will finally give you ten breaths to agree to the previous deal, otherwise I would like to see how two little Wuhous can fight a bloody path in the hands of this prince and four others! How can they defeat one?
Escape from the hands of the Martial Saints who are raiding the formation!"
Song Xieyang sat down and tapped the table with his fingers, the wind was light and the clouds were calm.
In the room, before Lin Huang could take action, Situ beside him suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura and punched Song Xieyang in the air...
Um?
The smile on Song Xieyang's face froze slightly, and then he stepped back gracefully, "He is indeed a Wuhou who has practiced the Holy Body, but does that alone give you the capital to be so wanton?"
Song Xieyang's whole body suddenly erupted with blazing light, and a martial spirit hung above his head, which was filled with bright red light like the scorching sun setting.
"The sun sets in the west and people are approaching dusk!"
While Song Xieyang was scolding softly, the light from the blazing sun above his head suddenly burst out with terrifying power of deprivation. Lin Huang and Situ Dun, who were illuminated by it, felt the energy and blood in their bodies flowing towards the blazing sun.
At the same time, Xu Tianguan's hands hidden in the red-sleeved robe suddenly came out, and a bloody coffin suddenly appeared behind him. The latter's fingers trembled, and it seemed that countless transparent silk threads opened the coffin.
Three cyan mummies wearing armor were plundered, each of them had the realm of Wuhou.
Yuwen Shendu floated in white clothes, holding Fang Tian's painted halberd. As his body shook, a golden light broke through the space barrier between heaven and earth and went straight into the ferry, sinking into Yuwen Shendu's body. In an instant, Yuwen Shendu flew domineeringly, his eyes were shining.
Zhan generates electricity, just like a strong martial artist coming to earth.
Fatty Chu didn't move a step, and his whole body didn't change at all. However, as his ten round fingers flew, hundreds of formation seals scattered in all directions, suddenly forming a dragon-elephant formation.
He turned out to be an array master.
As for Liu Linglong, she waved her arms lightly, and dozens of long swords appeared above her head, opening like fans, pointing directly at the forest wasteland.
It only took three breaths before and after, but the aura in the room was like a torrential river. Song Xieyang and others spared no effort to attack Lin Huang and Situ.
And as early as when Situ punched, Lin Huang also punched, his fingers flying like flies, forming a white tiger formation, heading towards Fatty Chu's dragon-elephant formation.
Shenru Jinglei knew something about it, and knocked back Xu Tianguan's armored green corpse with one punch. He unsheathed the embroidered magic sword in his hand and killed Yuwen Shendu.
Situ's linen clothes were flying, and he was walking barefoot, like an ancient warrior shaking a mountain, punching the scorching sun above Song Xieyang's head.
Song Xieyang retreated leisurely, facing Situ with one punch after another. Seeing that the blazing sun above his head was being smashed to the point of collapse, he smiled instead of angry, becoming more and more calm.
In another corner of the room, the long sword in Liu Linglong's hand was flying, like a soaring lone red dragon and a black dragon, as fast as lightning, killing Lin Huang and Situ without a trace.
Every sword of the latter flies out, carrying the power of King Wu, sending frost and cold everywhere, making it inevitable...