Feeling the biting murderous intent in the void, Lin Huang frowned slightly, but did not let go of Qin Xuerao. Instead, he still held the latter's neck and turned around to look at the person walking out of the crowd.
At this moment, all the martial arts disciples also noticed the sudden sound, and involuntarily gave way to a path, and then turned to look back at the person who appeared...
Looking at the young man who suddenly arrived, the martial arts disciples around him frowned, and then their faces were full of excitement.
The person who came was just a young man in his twenties. Like everyone else, he was dressed in martial arts uniform. However, he could not suppress his noble temperament.
His face is handsome and his eyes are like the bright moon.
As he walked, he had the posture of a jade tree facing the wind. His steps paused slightly, standing like a green pine. The feelings revealed in every move were not comparable to those of ordinary martial arts disciples.
What made the martial arts disciples' faces full of excitement was not only the latter's outstanding posture, but also the latter's origin and name.
——Qi Qingsong.
In the field, Lin Huang also looked up at the person who appeared. Then he moved his gaze behind Qi Qingsong, and the smile on his lips became colder.
Behind Qi Qingsong was a young man whom Lin Huang had met once.
More than two months ago, Qi Chen had a fight with Tianxiang in Baizhan City.
A man of nine families.
Lin Huang looked at the two people in front of him with a smile on his face. It seemed that these two people did not appear here for no reason, but because they came specifically for him.
In the field, Qi Qingsong paused, stared at Lin Huang with an indifferent expression, pointed at Qin Xuerao, and repeated: "Let her go."
Lin Huang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he threw Qin Xuerao out with one hand, then closed his sleeves and robe, and after scanning Qi Chen, his eyes fell on Qi Qingsong, "What do you mean?"
"No explanation!"
Qi Qingsong shook his head, and when he turned his wrist, a spear appeared in his palm, "There is no reason for outsiders to be so presumptuous before they arrive in Qingtianwu Mansion. What's more..."
Qi Qingsong glanced at Jun Qingcheng, and then said: "Junior sister Qingcheng, how can you reach such a high level?"
Lin Huang grinned and said, "If you came here for the sake of Tianxiangju and the respect of the Jiumen Qi family, I would look down upon you. But if you come here for Qingcheng... you don't have the qualifications."
"At least, I will be more qualified than you."
Qi Qingsong smiled instead of being angry, and the ice-like spear in his hand revealed a sharp edge, faintly locking Lin Huang.
"That's it..."
Lin Huang frowned slightly, then turned around and smiled at Jun Qingcheng, and naturally took the three-foot Qingfeng in Jun Qingcheng's hand.
"Then let's see the strength of the children of the Nine Sects Qi Family again!"
As Lin Huang finished speaking, he suddenly waved his arms, and a three-foot green sword floated in the air, making a clanging sound of swords, and a manic and unparalleled aura, suddenly appearing like a mad dragon.
Overflowing with arrogance.
Qi Qingsong frowned, his expression became solemn, and he looked at the vibrating long sword in front of him. It had not yet been unsheathed, but the sword energy was rushing to the sky and the earth.
It is not at all like the strength that a warrior from the sixth level of Wuhou can display.
Many martial arts disciples around him also expressed surprise, suddenly feeling the terrifying pressure of the long sword in front of Lin Huang, like a gleam on the back, which was terrifying.
While everyone was surprised, Qi Qingsong was already holding a spear in his hand, like lightning and thunder, carrying a spiral storm and heading towards the forest wasteland.
Lin Huang's figure still stood on the same spot, as steady as Mount Tai.
However, the long sword in front of him was suddenly unsheathed by an inch.
An inch after the long sword was unsheathed, Lin Huang's body suddenly appeared with a flash of sword light, like a general on the battlefield, charging in all directions.
In the void, the sword energy is like a river, but what it contains is the tyranny of the long sword to suppress everything, and the aura of destruction.
In just the blink of an eye, Qi Qingsong's charging spiral storm was killed by the sword energy surrounding Lin Huang. Qi Qingsong retreated back, his eyes sharp and cautious.
"What kind of martial arts is this? It can actually allow this boy, at the level of Wuhou Sixth Heaven, to confront Qi Qingsong of the Ninth Heaven."
"Senior Brother Qi Qingsong just tried it out, and he hasn't really taken any action yet."
…
Looking at Qi Qingsong who was retreating, all the martial arts disciples around him whispered, looking a little surprised. After all, there are tens of thousands of martial arts disciples, and Qi Qingsong can be ranked ninth on the Qingyun Ranking, which means he is not weak.
How come the sudden appearance of a person can make Qi Qingsong retreat?
"You are very good, but this should be your strongest method." Qi Qingsong, who was retreating, stopped and stared at Lin Huang coldly, and the aura around him became manic again.
Qi Qingsong's spear was seen waving, like a dragon dancing. Within a few breaths, eight spiral storms appeared in the entire void.
Each storm has a different color and is full of different atmospheres.
Swift as the wind.
Explodes like fire.
Towering like a mountain.
…
The eight spiral storms coincided with the eight formations of heaven and earth, and were arranged around the forest wilderness with hexagrams, forming a terrifying storm formation. The breaths of the storms pulled each other, making the entire space filled with a violent atmosphere. The surrounding martial arts disciples
Suddenly he looked depressed and had difficulty breathing.
At this moment, Lin Huang was at the center of the storm.
Looking at the swirling and gathering storm around him, it was roaring at him like a dragon and a tiger. It seemed that the next moment it would break through the comfort on his body and come towards him to suppress him. Lin Huang's expression did not change at all, just
He closed his eyes slightly, and the clanging sound of the long sword suspended in front of him was like the roar of a blue dragon.
The next moment, eight spiral storms suddenly flooded towards the forest wasteland.
"Three inches!"
In the storm, Lin Huang's thin lips spoke softly. Just as he finished speaking, a terrifying round sword light suddenly swept out from Lin Huang's body.
The sword glow is pitch black.
As thin as cicada wings.
It didn't look very impressive, but at the moment it appeared, the aura of destruction that seemed to come from hell, and the domineering power of an invincible god who faced millions of troops alone, suddenly invaded the world.
There was a bang.
Accompanied by a loud noise, the dark sword light swept across all directions, cutting off the eight spiral storms around Lin Huang like a knife cutting through tofu.
Qi Qingsong's whole body was immediately shocked by the explosion of the storm, and the breath in his body was suddenly disordered and flew out upside down.
The surrounding martial arts disciples suddenly looked shocked.
"This...how is this possible?"
"This is Senior Brother Qi Qingsong's eight-door killing formation. Anyone in the top ten on the Qingyun List may not be able to crack it so easily."
"Who is this person?"
"Don't worry...Senior Brother Qi is the ninth one on the Qingyun Ranking no matter what. If he gets really angry, this kid will be killed sooner or later."
…
When the smoke and dust around him cleared, Lin Huang's figure in white clothes with a sword hanging appeared again in the field. Lin Huang was seen holding the scabbard with one hand and walking slowly towards Qi Qingsong.
"I asked you to take three moves, and now there is only one move left. After three moves, it will be my turn to take action!"
Lin Huang looked at Qi Qingsong who was staggering up in front of him and said with a cold expression.
Qi Qingsong's eyes suddenly pierced, he clenched the spear in his hand, and his whole body was full of murderous intent, "You really don't know the heights of the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, the spear in Qi Qingsong's hand vibrated, and the green hair on his head suddenly flew up wildly. His whole person instantly became extremely manic, just like a bad wolf showing its fangs, causing the surrounding martial arts disciples to immediately retreat dozens of feet.
In the field, Qi Qingsong was seen with a violent look on his face. A three-foot-tall bloodthirsty wolf gradually appeared behind him. The hair on his body was blood red, and his four claws were like hooks. His front body was slightly charged up and he was lying down. It stared at the forest wilderness with its fangs and whined.
A bloodthirsty roar.
Lin Huang's expression condensed slightly, feeling the murderous intent soaked into his bones, the three-foot green sharp edge floated in front of him again...