On the ring, Lin Huang stared at Jiang Huaiyin and asked silently.
The latter didn't feel like a simple outer disciple to Lin Huang. The danger this person gave Lin Huang was even more dangerous than when he met Mo Yuqiang Han Ming in the Great Xia Dynasty.
And it's too dangerous.
"Outer disciple, Jiang Huaiyin!"
Jiang Huaiyin grinned and glanced back and forth at Lin Huang unscrupulously.
"Do you know the Jiang family? The Jiang family of Jiang Licheng ranks second on the Wuhou list." Jiang Huaiyin continued, "I am a member of the Jiang family. Unfortunately, I am just a member of the Jiang family eighteen generations away from my ancestors.
"side branches".
"But even with this status, you can't shake it!"
"Do you know why Elder Hong Jiu accepted me as a direct disciple instead of a registered disciple? It's because I come from the Jiang family." Jiang Huai smiled faintly.
Lin Huang stared at Jiang Huaiyin's narrow eyes, then shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's more than that. With such strength, he would already mind entering the inner gate, why bother staying at the outer gate?"
"Isn't it my pleasure?"
Jiang Huaiyin smiled evilly.
"For the sake of your death, I will tell you a little secret." Jiang Huaiyin looked at Lin Huang, his expression suddenly became a little excited, as if he was excited when he told others a secret that had been hidden deep in his heart for a long time.
"Three years ago, it was the seventh day of June, the twenty-eighth hour of June, the third quarter of the hour on the twenty-ninth day of June, and the third day of September!"
Jiang Huaiyin suddenly said the time.
Nan Yunlie, who was on the sidelines, was a bit confused. The disciples in the audience could not hear clearly because they were far away, so they could only see the rapid change in Lin Huang's expression.
Endless anger filled his face.
"...you deserve to die!"
Lin Huang's eyes were filled with rage, intense murderous intent was brewing crazily, and the sound of gnashing teeth was like a roar from hell, which shocked all the disciples present.
"Should I die? Tsk tsk..."
Jiang Huaiyin stretched out his hand and shook his finger, looking at Lin Huang with a sneer on his face, and said: "I told you this secret, and you deserve to die. Isn't it very uncomfortable to know this secret but be unable to do anything, and to die soon?"
Cool?"
Jiang Huaiyin looked at Lin Huang, with a perverted smile in his gloomy eyes.
Lin Huang stared at Jiang Huaiyin like a vicious wolf, the murderous intent in his heart having already reached its extreme.
three years ago.
The seventh day of June.
June twenty-eight.
June twenty-nine.
The third day of September.
At these few points in time, Lin Huang suddenly understood too many things.
Three years ago, it was the year that the genius of my sister Lin Cangxue died.
June 28th, the day Lin Cangxue returned to the Great Xia Dynasty.
At three quarters on the 29th of June, it was the time when Lin Cangxue entered the Prince's East Palace.
The seventh day of June should be the day when Lin Cangxue left Piaoxue Palace and rushed back to the Great Xia Dynasty.
The third day of September should be the time for Lin Cangxue to return to Piaoxue Palace again.
It is impossible for ordinary people to pay attention to this time. Even if they pay attention, they will not know the exact time when Lin Canxue entered Taidong Palace. And Jiang Huaiyin can tell it in such detail, which shows that Lin Canxue's martial soul was broken and he was freed from it.
It doesn't matter.
In other words, behind Lin Cangxue's broken martial soul, there was an organization and a strict plan.
And Jiang Huaiyin must be a member of this organization and participate in this plan.
The unexpected enemy made Lin Huang's anger rise deep in his heart. There were blood-colored threads in those sharp eyes, making Lin Huang's whole body filled with terrifying murderous intent.
"Even if I die today, you will never get out of the ring alive!"
Lin Huang looked at Jiang Huaiyin in front of him and spoke word by word. Each word was as low as the whimpering of an angry tiger, filled with fierce hatred.
"Three thousand miles!"
"Behead Kunlun!"
"Shoot Sirius!"
In an instant, Lin Huang disappeared from the spot, his body turned into an afterimage, and he frantically attacked Jiang Huaiyin.
"With such little ability, you still want to kill me, Jiang Huaiyin. It's just a dream!"
Jiang Huaiyin snorted heavily, with strong disdain in his eyes. As his arms shook, three chains of ghosts suddenly appeared around his body.
The iron ropes are as thick as an arm, covered with sharp barbs, and are connected to sharp spear heads at the end. On each iron rope, there is a gloomy and roaring ghost head attached.
Martial Spirit——Hundred Ghosts Haunted Soul Cord!
In the void, the three ghost ropes trembled like three poisonous snakes with fangs and claws. As they danced at will, they wrapped around Jiang Huaiyin, forming a thick defensive cage.
Clang clang clang!
The demon-suppressing knife struck the iron rope, tearing out a series of sparks, but it did not break Jiang Huaiyin's defense at all, which made Lin Huang's mind sink even more.
The three moves were launched together, and even with the power of Shura's Wrath, they didn't even cut off a single ghost rope.
This Jiang Huaiyin can't be said to be weak.
"Earth Yuan Sixth Heaven?!"
Looking at Jiang Huaiyin who was guarded by ghost ropes, Lin Huang said gloomily and uncertainly.
Jiang Huaiyin smiled leisurely, "You are really smart, but why are you so stupid, you choose to challenge me, tsk tsk tsk... It's a pity that you have lost a living life, and you will become a ghost on my ghost rope again!"
"Everyone has his own way!"
Lin Huang looked at the latter calmly, but the sense of danger in his heart became more and more intense. The ghost head on the ghost rope was clearly made by refining the soul in some evil way after death.
With this ghost head, Jiang Huaiyin can increase his strength, but those warriors who died will never be reincarnated.
Jiang Huai smiled coldly, with a dark light in his narrow eyes, and said hoarsely: "You seem to look down on me. This is not a good result for you."
After saying that, Jiang Huaiyin held his hand, and two ghost ropes appeared in the void again, squatting in front of Jiang Huaiyin with teeth and claws, full of sinister aura.
Lin Huang was secretly shocked. He didn't expect Jiang Huaiyin to have five Yin Soul Cords.
Then, Lin Huang took a deep breath, forced down the uneasiness in his heart, and waved the demon-suppressing knife in his hand again, followed by a fierce and killing aura.
"Wrath of Shura!"
Lin Huang took action again, and the power of Shura flowed within his body. With his combat power doubled, he rushed out with lightning speed, carrying the bloody light drawn by the Demon Suppressing Sword, and headed towards Jiang Huaiyin.
"kill!"
Lin Huang let out a fierce roar, and as he approached Jiang Huaiyin, the terrifying power suddenly burst out, like a dragon escaping from prison, slashing towards the latter's throat.
"I don't know what it means!"
Jiang Huaiyin smiled coldly, and retreated quickly. At the same time, he waved his palms, and immediately gathered the five ghost ropes around him, forming an iron rope cage that wrapped around him again.
On top of the cage, dozens of ghost heads roared, and the sharp sound suddenly exploded in Lin Huang's ears. The power formed by the sound waves fiercely penetrated Lin Huang's sea of consciousness, causing Lin Huang's blade to swerve suddenly, and followed Lin Huang's ears.
The edge of the cage scratched.
Clang clang clang!
The demon-suppressing knife slashed at the cage, pulling out a series of sparks, but it had no effect. Instead, it took away all the force of Lin Huang's attack.
The moment the attack failed, Lin Huang's expression changed drastically.
I saw a ghost rope appearing behind the cage again, stabbing towards the forest wilderness. The sharp tip of the spear was like the snake letter of a giant python, making people feel cold all over the body.
At the critical moment, Lin Huang twisted his body in the air, narrowly avoiding the assassinating ghost rope.
However, before Lin Huang could relax, there was a sharp stabbing pain in his back, and another ghost rope struck Lin Huang's body at an unknown moment, and the sharp barbs pierced directly into Lin Huang's back.
Then, the ghost rope that Lin Huang had avoided before came again, and the sharp cold light was directly aimed at Lin Huang's throat. The ghost head on the end of the ghost rope seemed to be able to bite Lin Huang's neck in an instant.
At this moment, Lin Huang's mind suddenly sank to the bottom. Then he waved his left hand without hesitation, and dozens of formation seals shot out, forming a sword formation in the blink of an eye.
The sword energy surged, condensing into a huge force, and finally moved the landing point of the Yinhun rope, grazing Lin Huang's neck, taking away a trace of bright red blood.
With only a slight gap, Lin Huang's artery was almost cut off.
And just as Lin Huang felt happy for a moment, his expression suddenly changed...
Just when Lin Huang avoided Jiang Huaiyin's various attacks, the cage that originally enveloped Jiang Huaiyin had already disintegrated and changed, and Lin Huang was imprisoned in it.
The ghost rope wrapped around Jiang Huaiyin was a defense.
And the forest that covers the wilderness is like a prison.
Looking at Lin Huang who was trapped by his five ghost soul ropes, Jiang Huaiyin breathed a long sigh of relief and raised an evil smile on his lips, "I really didn't expect that you are still an formation master, but with your ability...
Can an inferior formation reverse the outcome?"
"Do you really think that your ghost rope can imprison me?"
Lin Huang held the demon-suppressing knife in his hand and said calmly. However, in his heart, he did not have much confidence. He also did not expect that Jiang Huaiyin actually had seven ghost cords.
There are hundreds of ghost heads on it.
Jiang Huaiyin twitched his temples, smiled slightly, and said, "Your most powerful blow just now didn't break the cage at all. Now you are saying so calmly, is it interesting?"
As he spoke, Jiang Huaiyin held his slender fingers in the air, and the cage covering the forest began to gradually shrink.
"Do you think I will stab you into a sieve?"
Jiang Huai smiled coldly, controlling the two ghost ropes, and stabbed Lin Huang again along the gaps in the cage.
Lin Huang's pupils shrank, and he suddenly swung the demon-suppressing knife in his hand, slashing and stabbing the ghost rope.
However, the cage is getting smaller and smaller.
Lin Huang's room for performance is getting smaller and smaller.
As time went by, Lin Huang Mo said that if he waved the demon-suppressing knife, even if there was no assassination ghost rope, he would be squeezed to death by the shrinking cage.
"Tsk tsk... This is the legendary trapped beast Yudou. It looks interesting, you wild dog!"
Jiang Huai laughed sinisterly.
"I forgot to tell you, I control more than seven ghost ropes!"
After saying this, Jiang Huaiyin's expression suddenly became cold, and a ghost rope suddenly appeared in the air again. While Lin Huang was busy dealing with the predicament at hand, it stabbed violently from Lin Huang's back and passed across his chest...