In the dark night room, Song Xieyang's hair was disheveled, his body was covered in wounds and blood dripping from his body, and his breath was extremely weak.
"Yang Su!"
Lin Huang whispered, causing the war spirit to raise his eyebrows slightly, and a gun in his hand shot out with intense light, sweeping across Song Xieyang.
"How dare you, little thief!"
At this moment, an invincible aura suddenly came from the sky, and the entire space seemed to be imprisoned. A stooped old man appeared in front of Song Xieyang, and slapped Yang Su, Lin Huang and Situ San with one palm.
people.
Groan...
Before Lin Huang and others could react, the moment the rickety old man dropped his huge palm, a sword roar suddenly sounded in the void.
The sound of the clanging sword is like the roar of a blue dragon.
The body of the rickety old man suddenly became stiff, a blood line appeared on his neck, and his entire head was cut off extremely smoothly, like a watermelon rolling down.
Even Song Xieyang's head was gone.
Lin Huang looked at the scene in front of him, and was suddenly horrified and dumbfounded. There was no figure in the void, only a sword light slowly disappearing.
"I have already cleaned up the rest of the people around me so that I can take care of myself!"
There was another soft voice in the void, but I couldn't tell where it came from or whose voice it was, and then there was no movement.
Just one breath away, the rickety old man suddenly arrived and died suddenly!
A majestic warrior saint was killed instantly with just one move.
The fighting spirits in the room narrowed their eyes, as if they were recalling the sword strike just now, which really had some inexplicable charm.
call……
In the room, Lin Huang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Today's battle was expected, but it was still extremely dangerous. And the biggest threat was naturally the rickety old man who suddenly came to die.
He was simply killed instantly with one move.
"That person should have taken action, right?"
Lin Huang made a slight guess in his mind. On the ferry, the only person Lin Huang could think of who could be related to him was the white-haired Martial Saint Pei Xiufu.
As for why the latter is so powerful and does not look like a martial saint at all, it is not something Lin Huang can guess.
After Yang Su slightly recalled the battle just now, he turned to look at Lin Huang, "I didn't expect Xuanyuan Po's martial spirit to raise weapons to have such mysterious power. My lord, you must practice more diligently and let me come out a few more times.
I haven’t held a gun in a thousand years, so my spear skills are a bit rusty, and the practice I just practiced wasn’t enough!”
Lin Huang nodded with shame, suddenly feeling that the "millions of soldiers" were much more powerful than the likes of Tian Shura.
"Sir, I'm leaving! When you summon me next time, don't say 'everyone', otherwise there are three thousand people who don't know whose turn it will be to show up. If you want to appoint me, my name is Yang Su..."
Yang Su said seriously, but Lin Huang always felt that this guy was a talker, which was completely different from his previous domineering and domineering attitude.
have to……
It is estimated that I have been lonely for a thousand years and it is hard to come back to the world again. How pitiful!
Afterwards, Yang Su's figure slowly disappeared from the room and returned to the ancient bronze Great Wall of Linhuangxuanhai.
Situ looked at the disappearing fighting spirit and turned his surprised gaze to Lin Huang, "Your martial spirit is very extraordinary. When are you going to pull it out and spar with my black-robed body?"
"How can it compare to the one who is ranked twenty-seventh on the martial arts list?"
Lin Huang smiled indifferently. When the white-robed formation master and the black-robed Situ appeared before, Lin Huang was really shocked.
One person manifests three bodies, which is exactly how one Qi transforms into three pure beings. He is ranked twenty-seventh on the martial soul list.
However, before Lin Huang was reborn, he had never heard of anyone possessing this terrifying martial spirit.
A holy body was so powerful, coupled with a fifth-level formation master and a black-robed Situ who didn't know how powerful it was, Lin Huang felt terrible when he thought about it.
"Your formation skills are also good. From now on, we can take turns to learn about the physical body, martial arts, and formation skills." Situ said with a cheerful smile.
Lin Huang curled his lips, "Then tell me your origin first!"
"I have no background. I was an abandoned baby. I lived with wolves before I was ten years old." Situ scratched his head. "Then I met a master and was beaten to death. I was alone again!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows. No wonder the latter's body was so powerful. And the black-robed Situ looked like a lunatic when fighting. He was like a vicious wolf that fought for thousands of miles.
Squeak...
At this moment, Song Changling opened the door and walked in, looking a little pale. He frowned as he looked at the corpses on the ground, obviously not used to such a bloody scene.
"The poem you recited just now was good!"
Lin Huang smiled. Before, Lin Huang just asked Song Changling's blind cat to catch mice, but he didn't expect that the latter could actually manifest the swordsman in white among the knights.
Scholars, it’s terrible!
Song Changling scratched his head, obviously not very clear about how far he had gone on the path of Confucianism. Looking at Song Xieyang's body on the ground, he spread his hands and said, "We are in big trouble!"
"Why, are you afraid that you won't be able to become the head of the Song family?"
Lin Huang joked.
Song Changling pouted, "This kind of thing won't be too secretive after all. As long as the forces behind the Song family and these other people are investigated, you two will probably have no intention of joking!"
Situ smiled expressionlessly, as if he didn't care much.
Lin Huang helplessly spread his hands. In this situation, either Song Xieyang will kill him, or he will kill Song Xieyang. They are all forced to die, so why not do it?
"Deal with the scene first, and you can mislead for a while!"
Lin Huang said to Situ.
Afterwards, Lin Huang and Situ pretended to fight, leaving countless traces in the room. The purpose was simply to cause more people to fight and confuse the public.
While Lin Huang was carefully destroying and forging the scene, Pei Xiufu quietly appeared in an unused room in Tianzihao, Posuzhou, and incinerated the white-faced mask in his hand, leaving only a trace of ashes that was extremely difficult to detect.
In Lin Huang's room, Song Changling was sitting on the bed, dangling his legs, looking at the two people fighting in the room, and suddenly said, "I saw the battle just now!"
While speaking, Song Changling pointed to the wall that separated the two people's rooms, where Song Changling dug a small hole at some point.
"Can you understand?"
Lin Huang asked with a provocative look.
Song Changling raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Situ, "One Qi can transform the Three Pure Ones?"
Situ suddenly stopped fighting with Lin Huang and turned to look at Song Changling. He did not admit it, but his eyes said everything. Anyway, this matter could not be hidden from Lin Huang and Song Changling.
Song Changling immediately rubbed his hands, his eyes fiery, "When I was passing through the Jialuo Territory, I heard something by chance. An old Taoist was beaten to death by a holy king!"
Situ's eyes suddenly pierced, murderous intent surging in his eyes.
"It is said that the old Taoist was lonely, and he has only accepted a very qualified disciple in recent years. The martial soul can transform the three pure beings with one breath!"
Song Changling continued.
"That is my master, not an old Taoist, his name is Situ Xuanguan!"
Situ said very seriously.
"so……"
Song Changling lengthened his voice and asked tentatively, "Your name is Situ...Huangfen?"
In the room, Lin Huang was shocked when he heard Song Changling's voice. He turned his head in surprise and looked at Situ, who was wearing coarse linen clothes.