Looking at the sudden figure, tears burst out from Jun Qingcheng's eyes. All the anger and despair on her snow-white face suddenly turned into grievance, as if she had been bullied outside.
After returning home, the little girl complained with an aggrieved look and pointed at Bei Lin Weiyang in the distance, "I can't beat him!"
Lin Huang showed a gentle smile and kissed Jun Qingcheng's forehead, "Then brother Lin Huang can only help you... kill him!"
Jun Qingcheng was still full of grievances, but then she seemed to think of something. Her bloody hands tightly grasped Lin Huang's robe, "No! Brother Lin Huang, leave quickly, leave quickly..."
"Now that I'm here, I won't leave. Xiao Qing'er, I believe Brother Lin Huang. I will definitely let him kneel in front of you!"
Lin Huang hugged Jun Qingcheng tightly in his arms and laughed hissingly. However, in that hissing voice, there was suppressed anger.
In the distance, looking at Lin Huang who suddenly appeared, Bei Lin Weiyang showed a bright smile on his face, "The turtle finally appeared. It came at just the right time, but it's still just a man who came to die!"
Then, Bei Lin Weiyang raised her eyebrows and looked at King Yue Ren in the distance, "Don't let anyone disturb this battlefield! Next, it's my duel with Lin Huang. I'm really looking forward to it. I haven't been this excited for a long time. I hope not to let anyone
It’s better that I’m disappointed.”
In the void, Lin Huang gently placed Jun Qingcheng on the top of a mountain, and said with a low smile: "Wait for brother Lin Huang. After killing Bei Lin Weiyang, I will take you home!"
"You are not allowed to lie!"
Jun Qingcheng grabbed the corner of Lin Huang's clothes, shook her teeth, and said worriedly and threateningly.
Lin Huang grinned, and then slowly stood up, turning his head to look at Bei Lin Weiyang, who was towering above him in the distance.
Then, Lin Huang flew up into the air with one kick. All the heart-breaking energy in his body turned into raging flames.
Every time Lin Huang took a step, the murderous aura around him became more terrifying.
The wrath of Heavenly Shura in the body also doubled.
Eight steps later, Lin Huang had already stepped into the sky, facing Bei Lin Weiyang from afar.
Then, Lin Huang waved his sleeves.
A moment sword made of condensed vitality appeared in front of him.
There is heavy snow all over the world.
Wearing the Buddha's body and giving birth to Shura.
Wearing the Xuanwu Holy Body.
Wearing a six-level sword array comparable to the realm of the Martial Emperor.
Behind him, there is a black dragon roaring, looking down at the world.
Lin Huang waved his sleeves again.
Suddenly, within a hundred feet of the body, murderous intent was rampant, and fighting spirit surged into the sky. Three hundred rays of light fell from the sky, turning into three hundred pitch-black cavalry, wielding guns and invincible in all directions.
Lin Huang stood in the air holding the instant knife in his hand, glanced at the concubine's grave below, and showed a ferocious smile. Then, Lin Huang flicked his fingers, and a copper plate in his hand flew towards Bei Lin Weiyang, "The Flower of the Other Shore has been auctioned, the value is
A copper plate! I won’t owe you anything!”
Bei Lin Weiyang caught the copper plate with one hand, suddenly grasped it with five fingers, and turned it into powder. Her face was a little gloomy, "If you refuse this king's gift, you will pay the price!"
Lin Huang hissed and sneered, "Don't you want to kill me? I'm here, let's see if you have the ability to kill me!"
Then, Lin Huang waved his sleeves again and ordered the three hundred cavalry, "Protect the concubine's grave, kill without mercy!"
"Here!"
In the void, the cavalry from the Qingtian Ancient Great Wall of Dafeng roared in unison. Upon hearing the general's order, their spears swept across and rushed to the concubine's grave in the mountain col, wiping out the hundreds of Wuhou in Beilin Prison.
The gravedigger, and the eight order commentators.
Bei Lin Weiyang stared coldly at Lin Huang in front of her without any movement. She seemed to be observing Lin Huang. After a long time, she finally smiled and said, "Let's wait until later to talk about some things. Now... it's too dry."
!”
With that said, Bei Lin Weiyang jumped up and started fighting towards Lin Huang. The moment Bei Lin Weiyang rushed out, the latter's six-winged seraph also appeared again and headed towards Lin Huang.
The next moment, Lin Huang turned into a line of blood and shot out from a distance!
Wrapped in the snow and floating in the world, a six-level sword formation, a roaring black dragon, Lin Huang held the instant sword in his hand, and with one move he struck the Heaven's Ultimate God...
Keng Keng Keng Keng.
In the void, a violent sound of clashing golden swords suddenly erupted, and countless sparks shot into the sky, as dazzling as lightning and thunder.
The two people flashed everywhere in the void, constantly fighting and fighting across a hundred miles of territory.
Seraph purification.
Seraph's Wrath.
Fallen angel.
Kill the god with one strike.
Cross Yama.
Heaven's Ultimate God Slash.
Three cuts in the nasal passage.
Countless terrifying martial arts gradually appeared, and the constant fighting and fighting caused the void to shake, fire and electricity to dance wildly, and the wind and clouds to collapse for hundreds of miles.
Below Void, the people of the three sects and five mansions looked at Void where the battle was starting again, and they all felt astonished, and then shocked.
They were shocked that Lin Huang overestimated his own capabilities. Even Princess Jun Qingcheng of the Xingtian Temple was defeated by Bei Lin Weiyang, and Lin Huang actually went to die. They were also shocked that Lin Huang had such endless means to fight with
Beilin Weiyang has been fighting against each other for such a long time, and they still don't lose.
Above the void, Lin Huang and Bei Lin Weiyang were fighting endlessly...
And below the void, three hundred iron cavalry plunged into the concubine's grave like a torrent of steel. Just a back and forth collision was like mowing grass, killing all the hundreds of Wuhou in Beilin Prison. Regarding this, Beilin Weiyang and Yue Ren Wang
He didn't even look at it, looking extremely cold and heartless.
However, the eight command masters outside the concubine's grave were like shadows, and the torrent of three hundred steel passed by without any harm to them.
Above the void, King Yue Ren glanced in the direction of the concubine's tomb, with a sneer on his lips.
"Return!"
Lin Huang also glanced in the direction of the concubine's tomb. After seeing the strangeness of the eight command masters, he directly recalled the three hundred cavalry.
Then, the three hundred cavalry returned and strangled Beilin Weiyang.
"I am very curious, are you here for the concubine's tomb, or are you here for Jun Qing..."
During the battle, Bei Lin Weiyang hissed and laughed. The latter waved his hand and threw out six-winged fallen angels to compete with three hundred cavalry, while he himself fought against Lin Huang.
"Who are you?"
Lin Huang just asked.
"Is it important? What is important is that you are about to die, even if you are not dead... once the concubine's grave is opened, you will live with self-blame and guilt for the rest of your life!"
"Then you have to be able to open the concubine's tomb!"
Lin Huang drew his sword like lightning, and Sen Leng said.
"There are ninety-nine and eighty-one restrictions in the Concubine's Tomb. Sixty-seven of them have been unlocked in the past few hours. I believe that in just a short time, there will be no more restrictions in the Concubine's Tomb. And by then... maybe you won't survive that time at all.
!”
Bei Lin Weiyang mocked coldly.
Lin Huang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he was unable to refute. He did not answer Bei Lin Weiyang's words, but the speed of the sword in his hand became faster and faster, his murderous intent became more and more powerful, and his power became stronger and stronger.
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Eastern Spirit Realm.
Tianxuan Pass.
Above the pass is a snow-white tent.
Outside the pass, there are hundreds of thousands of troops advancing eagerly.
In the snow-white tent, there are eighty-one everlasting palace lanterns.
Forty-nine compasses.
A chessboard.
There are three more people.
One of them was wearing a white snow robe, sitting cross-legged in front of the chessboard, twisting the black and white pieces between his slender fingers, and slowly falling down.
As soon as the son fell, the eighty-one palace lanterns in the tent were instantly lit.
After another word fell, the forty-nine compasses rotated forward and backward, emitting circles of mysterious light.
On the chessboard in front of the figure in the snow-white robe, the nineteen criss-crossing lines also emitted sparkling light, just like the vertical and horizontal roads between heaven and earth. The moment the snow-white figure touched the chessboard with a palm, the chessboard was instantly reflected.