Standing in front of Lin Huang was a middle-aged warrior from the Sword Qi Tower.
He has the realm of Wuhou.
But what is different from others is that this person has suppressed his realm from King Wu to Marquis Wu. Many people present saw this and cursed Jianqi Tower for being shameless.
However, the owner of the Sword Qi Building in the distance did not have the slightest trace of shame on his face.
Instead, there was a cold smile on his face.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to accomplish the feat of killing a hundred people!"
In the killing arena, the middle-aged man spoke very calmly, seeming to have ended Lin Huang's fate.
Lin Huang shrugged and said nothing.
He was once the Marquis of Wu and killed the King of Wu.
Now a person in the Wuwang realm has suppressed his realm to the Wuhou realm. Although he is much stronger than the people in the Wuhou peak realm, but... that's it!
When the middle-aged man saw that Lin Huang was ignoring him, he immediately frowned.
There was a hint of anger in his eyes.
Then he drew his sword.
In the killing arena, the sword energy surged in an instant, and they all headed towards the forest wasteland.
Among them, it also contains the art of swordsmanship, making Lin Huang unable to avoid it.
Lin Huang slid back.
The middle-aged man holds a long sword in his hand and moves forward.
In the blink of an eye, Panic was forced into the corner of the forest.
Looking at the gradually enlarging sword edge in front of him, Lin Huang's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he stabbed out with his palm.
That middle-aged sneer.
No matter how long his arms are, can they be longer than the sword in his hand?
Before Lin Huang's arm could stab his throat, his own sword could cut off his neck.
What's more, behind him, there are thousands of sword lights, roaring towards him, which can pierce hundreds of holes in Lin Huang's body. What an ignorant person, thinking that he has won ninety-nine games in a row and is invincible.
Exists?
Underestimating the enemy is a taboo for a warrior!
But that's fine. Kill this ungrateful thing with one sword. The latter's ninety-nine consecutive victories have become a stepping stone for his own reputation.
In the killing arena, everyone held their breath and stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes, fearing that they would miss any of it.
The two people in the field were seen rushing away, and Lin Huang struck at the middle-aged warrior's throat with a palm.
The middle-aged warrior slashed at Lin Huang's head with one sword.
In an instant, we will see the difference.
Just when the sword in the Jianqi Tower warrior's hand touched Lin Huang's neck, the latter suddenly changed his move. Because he saw Lin Huang's hand stabbing him and grabbed his sword-holding arm, he changed his move...
As soon as his five fingers were released, the long sword made a spin, appeared in the left hand of the middle-aged warrior, and stabbed Lin Huang's throat again.
And just when Lin Huang grabbed the middle-aged warrior's right arm with his right hand, his whole body was already spinning.
In an instant, Lin Huang's left arm was like a blade unsheathed. The moment the latter's sword edge touched his throat, his left palm quietly wiped the latter's throat...
The battle in the killing arena suddenly stopped.
It's as if time has frozen.
"Situ Huangfen relied on his strong body to dare to fight me in close combat. Why do you dare to come within three feet of me?"
Lin Huang looked at the frozen warrior in front of him, clapped his hands indifferently, then raised his foot and kicked the latter away.
The middle-aged warrior's body was in the void, with blood flying from his neck.
No more life.
Ahem...
In the killing arena, Lin Huang coughed twice, shook a little weakly, looked at the middle-aged man who fell to the ground and died, and sneered twice, "If the middle-aged warrior uses real means to fight him, maybe he can still
Struggle twice. You can fight in close combat, and you will die faster!"
…
In the killing arena, after a brief silence, violent cheers suddenly erupted.
The roar of the mountains was like a tsunami, stinging Lin Huang's eardrums.
The people watching the battle were already immersed in extreme excitement. They never thought that in the last battle, Lin Huang would win so cleanly, killing the warriors of the Sword Qi Tower instantly.
He was condescending just a moment ago.
The next moment he was playing with his own life.
In the Killing Arena, the bloody young man who was standing staggeringly in a pool of blood, stepping on the piles of corpses, finally achieved an unprecedented feat in the Killing Arena, winning a hundred games in a row.
Kill hundreds of people!
At this moment, they had even forgotten how many spiritual stones they had earned, and how much they had suddenly transformed into rich people. All eyes were fixed on Lin Huang, with expressions of excitement as if they had seen a legend.
Before today, Killing Arena's winning streak was forty-seven games.
Later that person was recruited by Tiandao Sect.
But today, this young man, who had only been famous for three days, gritted his teeth and gritted his bones, step by step, stepping on the bones and soaking in the bones and blood of his enemies, to reach the pinnacle of the throne.
The record of killing hundreds of people will definitely shake the domain main building!
If this boy doesn't die, he will become a legend one day.
In the dim underground palace, the sound of roaring mountains and tsunami continued for a quarter of an hour...
Together with the five thousand people who were unable to squeeze into the underground palace and were stationed outside, they also started to roar.
This is true for everyone in the world.
When two people are almost the same, jealousy is inevitable in their words.
But once the gap is too big and it reaches the point where you look up to it, it becomes a kind of worship!
Outside the killing arena, Song Changling smiled with relief.
The disciples of Taiyi Martial House remained silent, unable to describe the complex emotions in their hearts. They were similar in age to Lin Huang, but they really couldn't imagine why this young man named Lin Changsheng could have such strength and incredible abilities.
Tenacious perseverance.
Luo Qingjue pursed his lips slightly, with a slight smile on his face, and confidence between his brows. Since others can do it, he can do the same as long as he works hard to practice.
At the back of the underground palace, the face of the owner of the Jianqi Building was extremely gloomy, with murderous intent in his eyes. After staying for a while, he waved his sleeves angrily and left.
The master of Longyuan Pavilion smiled.
In the killing arena, Lin Huang was miserable all over. Looking at the corpses covered with blood and covering the arena, he smiled with relief.
He did not die on this killing battlefield before facing Song Hanshan.
Next, it’s time to invite Song Hanshan into the urn.
There was a bang.
In the killing arena, Lin Huang fell to the ground with a smile on his face, "I'm so damn tired standing, it's better to lie down and feel more comfortable!"
…
Not long after, Lin Huang was fished out of the pool of blood in the killing arena by Song Changling. He lay on Song Changling's back like mud, making Song Changling's legs tremble under the pressure.
How could a scholar who has never touched the spring water have ever done such a job of carrying a corpse?
Moreover, the people in the underground palace were like crazy and blocked Lin Huang, completely ignoring Lin Huang's life and death.
Song Changling was crowded.
In the end, Lin Huang's hand was broken, and Lin Huang was dragged out of the underground palace through the gap in the crowd.
After leaving the huge dark palace, Lin Huang lay on Song Changling's back. Endless fatigue suddenly swept over him, and Lin Huang fell into a drowsy state.
"Brother Lin Huang!"
At this moment, a crisp voice fell into Lin Huang's ears.
Lin Huang suddenly fought back his fatigue and opened his eyes wide. He saw Tang Xiaoqi looking at Lin Huang with a gray face and a somewhat embarrassed look. He was holding a bowl of Yangchun noodles in his hand, and his tears fell into the noodle soup.
The little girl walked from here to the south of the city, rushing like crazy. She fell down many times along the way, and her knees were bruised and bleeding without even realizing it.
The little girl was worried about Brother Lin Huang, so she returned here as quickly as possible.
She was afraid that the noodles would get cold, so she kept holding them in her arms and breathing in the hot air. As a result, she accidentally spilled a lot of noodle soup and wet her clothes.
Little girl, you are usually cute and clean.
After waiting anxiously for most of the night, the little girl finally saw Lin Huang coming out...
But I saw a bloody man.
The tears just couldn't stop falling, and they couldn't stop.
"Xiao Qi is not crying. Brother Lin Huang is just a little tired. This is other people's blood. If you don't believe me, just ask Shuden Song!"
Lin Huang barely stood and reached out to touch the little girl's head, but found that his hands were full of blood. His arms stiffened and he took the Yangchun Noodles from the little girl's hand...
"Brother Lin Huang, the noodles are already burnt. Please wait a moment. Xiaoqi will buy you another bowl!"
The little girl touched her tears with one hand and grabbed Lin Huang's sleeve with the other, crying.
Lin Huang grinned warmly, "Brother Lin Huang likes to eat mushy noodles!"
After saying that, Lin Huang coughed twice, endured the severe pain, sat next to the stone lion outside the dark hall, and started to eat heartily.
"Brother Lin Huang, tell Xiao Qi who beat you like this. Xiao Qi knows how to fight. I'll help you beat him!"
The little girl wiped away her tears while squatting in front of Lin Huang. Looking at the wounds all over Lin Huang's body, her tears became increasingly unstoppable.
"Haha... Don't worry, Xiaoqi, I've beaten those people to the ground!"
"That's it, then... then when brother Lin Huang meets an enemy next time, tell Xiao Qi that Xiao Qi will protect you!"
"No problem, Xiaoqi will be the one to show off his power from now on!"
Lin Huang laughed twice, drank the noodle soup from the bowl, and used the noodle bowl to cover his tearful face, thinking silently in his heart...
"Tang Xiaoqi, brother Lin Huang will ensure that you have no worries for a hundred years from now on!"