When the long sword in the middle-aged warrior's hand passed across and was about to cut off Lin Huang's head, a faint clanging sound sounded in the void.
A knife appeared in Lin Huang's hand.
Blocked that sword...
And the sword that suddenly appeared was the Demon Suppressing Sword. It was the family heirloom sword of Wuhou Jia Tiansheng in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Lin Huang has never used this sword since he left the Eastern Spirit Realm. This is because the owner of this sword probably came from the Zuojia Ming Cult a thousand years ago.
In the realm of life and death, Lin Huang naturally had no worries.
At this moment, the demon-suppressing sword was three inches out of its sheath.
The Heaven's Ultimate Slash reappeared, blocking the middle-aged man's ancient sword.
The middle-aged warrior's attack was thwarted, and his face suddenly changed. He actually felt a terrifying crisis instantly surround his body. Looking at the long sword that was slowly unsheathed, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"You have no chance!"
Lin Huang smiled coldly, and just as he waved his arms, the demon-suppressing knife standing in the air suddenly unsheathed.
In an instant, Cang Tian Jue Shen Zhan reappeared in the killing arena.
The demon-suppressing knife could not withstand the terrifying aura and shattered in response.
In the fierce fighting arena, the broken blades flew wildly, and in conjunction with the sky's ultimate god, they were invincible in all directions...
Keng Keng Keng Keng.
The middle-aged warrior looked at the Heavenly God Slash that was attacking from all directions, and his expression changed drastically. Sword energy flew around his body, and he kept intercepting the flying blades.
call out.
In the void, a faint sound of golden swords suddenly sounded, like arrow feathers piercing gold and cracking stone.
In the killing arena.
The figure of the middle-aged warrior suddenly solidified.
All the sword energy around him dispersed like a tide.
Behind the underground palace, the owner of the Jianqi Tower suddenly stood up, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, so gloomy that it sent chills down one's spine.
Lin Huang looked at the shattered demon-suppressing knife in his hand and smiled lonely.
Finally...it broke.
In front of Lin Huang, the middle-aged warrior's eyes widened in disbelief, and all the expressions were frozen on his face. Between his eyebrows, a dark blade was deeply embedded, ending all the latter's...
thinking.
Bang.
The middle-aged warrior fell to the ground and died.
There was a brief silence around the killing arena, and then there was a violent roar. They looked at the young people in the killing arena with extremely excited expressions.
It wasn't Lin Huang who won money for them again.
But the person the latter killed was one of the top three warriors under the realm of the Sword Qi Pavilion Martial King.
Also because of winning forty-seven games in a row.
In the history of the Killing Arena, the record of forty-seven consecutive wins was set thirteen years ago. And today, they once again witnessed that the thin young man wearing a black robe, with white hair stained with blood, step by step,
Hit the record.
However, Lin Changsheng's name was spread in Baizhan City for only three days.
There was a boiling color in the underground palace.
Outside the underground palace, thousands of people couldn't squeeze in. Listening to the sounds erupting in the underground palace, they were as anxious as five thousand monkeys, scratching their heads and ears. When the news inside came out, they also started to roar.
In the killing arena, Lin Huangqiang supported his body and calmed down the disordered energy and blood in his body.
The messy mind calmed down slightly, but he had won forty-seven games in a row, and his battle... had just begun!
And the people behind will be even more terrifying and powerful.
After the warriors of the Sword Qi Pavilion died, the master of the Longyuan Pavilion hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to give Lin Huang a chance to breathe.
But at this moment, one of the warriors watching the battle ran in. After entering the killing arena, he killed Lin Huang without saying a word.
Anyone can see that Lin Huang was extremely exhausted after the battle just now.
Many people want to go in and pick up a head.
Although his behavior was somewhat disgraceful, if he killed a genius who had won forty-seven games in a row, it would be enough for him to hold his head high and be a human being for the rest of his life.
But it's a pity.
The warrior who rushed into the killing arena seemed to have forgotten his own martial arts realm, which was only the seventh level of Wuhou.
Before he even got close to Lin Huang, he was pierced through the chest by Lin Huang's palm.
A flying cannon fodder helped Lin Huang kill all the history in the killing arena and became the first person to kill forty-eight people in a row.
In the killing arena, there are already numerous corpses and bones.
Lin Huang walked in the blood-soaked field, his eyes like a wolf baring its fangs, scanning everyone with bloodthirsty, and then his eyes fell on the giant bronze door again, waiting for the next warrior to challenge.
Just a few breaths.
The forty-ninth challenger appears.
…
The night outside the underground palace was as dark as ink.
The underground palace is also gloomy and dark, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
The young man covered in blood in the killing arena was like an unkillable evil wolf, full of ferocious killing intent, stepping on the numerous corpses. Step by step, he climbed up to the new and untouched place in the killing arena.
Record.
Fifty games.
Fifty-three games.
Fifty-seven games.
Sixty games!
…
The quaint and cold-blooded killing arena looked particularly bloody at this moment. The young man who fought so hard was finally scarred after more than sixty fights, with as many as eleven wounds on his chest alone.
.
However, the latter's murderous intent became increasingly intense.
Never fell down!
Sixty battles later, the young man was like a bloodthirsty tiger whose claws and claws were smashed. He could only rely on his tenacious will to fight with the enemy to the death.
The area around the killing arena became silent from unknown moment on.
Everyone looked at the young man covered in blood, who looked like a wild dog that had been abandoned by others but struggled to survive. In order to survive, he would do whatever it took. Even without his minions, it was still unbelievable to kill one after another.
enemy.
Sixty-one games.
Sixty-two games.
Sixty-six games.
…
There was a bang.
When Lin Huang won the 70th game, he suddenly fell to the ground, like a puddle of mud, without any strength in his body.
There were more than thirty wounds all over his body, and blood was pouring out.
Around the killing arena, some indifferent people cheered heartily. Because, the person below who was as miserable as a dog at the moment had won seventy games and made them rich overnight.
There are also people who are silent and grateful for it.
"Stand up!"
Outside the killing arena, Song Changling suddenly roared, with a trembling cry in his voice, "Stand up!"
In the underground palace, there was a boiling sound, like ocean waves, pouring into Lin Huang's ears one after another.
"Stand up!"
"Stand up!"
…
In the killing arena, Lin Huang's vision had become blurred. He lay on the bloody ground and felt an unprecedented sense of comfort. The sound of thunder in his ears, like an invading enemy, poured into Lin Huang's ears one after another.
middle.
The smile on Lin Huang's face gradually turned into a struggle, and his broken arm began to move with difficulty. Lin Huang only murmured in a voice that he could hear:
"You can't die...you have to stand up and keep fighting!"
"For Qingcheng and your parents, you must live!"
"How could you die so anonymously and in such a miserable state..."
"Liu Cangsheng has been chasing you for ten years and you haven't died yet. How could you die here?"
"A true man should carry a three-foot sword and achieve unparalleled achievements!"
…
In the killing arena, the young man covered in blood propped up his hands on the ground and tried to stand up several times, only to collapse to the ground helplessly.
The encouraging voice came to my ears like a wave, containing the hope of everyone in the underground palace.
Behind the underground palace, the owner of the Jianqi Building still looked cold as usual, and then waved slightly to signal.
From the bronze door leading to the killing arena, a warrior at the peak of Wuhou's realm walked out...
Walking towards Linhuang step by step.
"Seventy games are enough to make the Taixuan Territory famous. Let's stop here, a short-lived genius!"
The Sword Qi Pavilion warrior who walked into the killing arena spoke with a calm and cold voice, raised the long sword in his hand without any emotion or pity, and killed towards Lin Huang.
ah……
At this moment, he collapsed in the forest and suddenly let out a fierce roar, like the roar of a wild beast. Amid all the gathered eyes, he gritted his teeth and stood up with his bones sticking out...