Under the gloomy sky, the fight continues.

The three hundred iron horsemen entangled the Seraphim, so that Lin Huang had enough energy to fight with Beilin Weiyang.

However, even without the existence of the Seraphim, Beilin Weiyang was still extremely terrifying, and the latter's combat experience seemed to be more skilled and subtle than Lin Huang. Lin Huang's every shot, every drop of the knife, was within the latter's calculations.

In the face of Bei Lin Weiyang's attack, Lin Huang could only rely on his extreme reaction speed and avoided it countless times.

This was the first time Lin Huang had met someone of his age who had more terrifying combat experience than himself.

In the void, Beilin Weiyang was just a pair of crystal fists like jade, but he used the thaumaturgy of Beilin Prison, countless snow-white iron chains crisscrossed the void, attacking the forest wilderness like hundreds of reckless. A huge blood-colored palace is also from the sky, like an eighteen-story underworld that snipes gods and demons, killing the forest wilderness.

As time passed, Lin Huang fell into disadvantage step by step.

......

In the snow-white tent.

Qin Xuance, who was dressed in white, looked calm and silent.

At the entrance of the tent, there was another man standing, dressed in sackcloth, although he had never worn armor, but he could not stop the majestic bearing, and he was not yet twenty years old, but he already gave people the feeling of being as majestic as a mountain. The latter was carrying a spear on his back, looking at the picture reflected in the chessboard, his expression still did not change in the slightest, but he said calmly:

"He's a lot stronger...... But his enemies are stronger!"

Qin Xuance was silent.

In the other corner of the snow-white camp, the last of the three was a soulless soul, he looked particularly ethereal in the camp, looking very weak, holding the token of thirteen killings in his hand, and said: "If it weren't for the strength of the enemy, he wouldn't have handed over the "Divine Strategy Thirteen" to me before the big war, and let me transcribe it to you!"

"Foolish!"

In the camp tent, Qin Xuance suddenly spoke, and then another son fell, and the picture reflected in the chessboard suddenly became the tomb of the concubine. There, there were eight masters shaking the ban on the concubine's tomb, and dense fine lines appeared on the concubine's tomb, which seemed to crack later.

"The eight Critics really look up to me!"

Qin Xuance looked at the tomb of the concubine and the eight masters in the picture, and opened his mouth coldly. However, the movements in Qin Xuance's hands were not slow, and after a little thought, the pieces fell like flying in an instant, and the black and white chess pieces continued to occupy the cross lines on the chessboard.

With the fall of Qin Xuance, the eighty-one Changming Palace lamps and forty-nine compasses in the camp tent also emitted dazzling and mysterious light, which seemed to be supplemented by the vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard, making the light of the lines on the chessboard more and more brilliant.

In just a moment, the entire chessboard shook, and the light on it flew up instantly, turning into a rainbow that reached the sky, soaring into the sky, sweeping over thousands of mountains and rivers, and heading towards the concubine's tomb.

And the moment Changhong rushed into the sky in the camp tent, the East Spirit Realm was shaken.

There was an old man who was high in the temple, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he secretly pinched his fingers in his sleeve to calculate.

There is a warlock in the wilderness, who closed his stall early, squatted by a river, and looked at the scene of the concubine's tomb reflected in the water.

There is also a middle-aged man who is like a reckless man in the rivers and lakes, raising his body and flying into the air, and between the waves of his long sleeves, a picture appears in front of him.

There is also the last person, that is, outside the pass where Qin Xuance is located, in the Xuanhei camp guarded by 100,000 troops, that person looks like a young man, but his eyes give people the feeling of an abyss, and the latter's fingers tapped the sand table in front of him, causing the mountains and rivers in the sand table to rise and fall, turning into a scene in the concubine's tomb.

These four people, two old, one middle-aged and one young.

They were all the four disciples who were sent by Li Baiyi to the Eastern Spirit Realm in an unknown place to experience Qin Xuance.

In just one year, the four of them stirred up a monstrous storm in the Eastern Spirit Realm, pressing Qin Xuance step by step, making the latter feel like a fish in his throat.

And at this moment, when everyone followed Qin Xuance's breath of criticism and deduced a scene in the concubine's tomb along the vine, they all narrowed their eyes, and their faces were full of anger, looking extremely terrifying, "It's really terrible to pay attention to the concubine's grave again!"

Then, the four people all waved their long sleeves, and four giant pillars rose from all over the Eastern Spirit Realm and headed towards the concubine's tomb......

And after the long sleeves waved, in the pitch-black camp tent outside the pass where Qin Xuance was, the youngest Chen Julu, who was known as the unparalleled national soldier, then showed a smile on his face and ordered: "The whole army will attack Tianxuanguan!"

On the top of the mountain, Qin Xuance didn't know that Li Baiyi's four disciples had already slashed ninety percent of the strength of the critic outside the concubine's grave. He was still casting spells, struggling with those eight Critics. However, it didn't take long for the sound of drumming and marching outside the Tianxuan Pass.

Countless iron horses marched forward, shaking the heavenly entrance.

Among the snow-white battalion commanders, Xie Qinghou, who was extremely weak, frowned slightly, and asked, "How many ambushes have you buried in the Heavenly Entrance!"

"I have already withdrawn, if it weren't for the sudden change, the Tianxuan Gate would have become an empty mountain with 100,000 explosives buried at this moment!"

Lu Han, who was dressed in sackcloth, said coldly.

Xie Qinghou raised his eyebrows suddenly, lifted the curtain of the camp tent, and looked at the torrent of 100,000 steel that was invincible outside the gate, only to feel his scalp tingle.

Among the three people, Lu Han alone is armed with force, Qin Xuance has no power to restrain the chicken, and he is just a remnant soul.

Lu Han beside him smiled with a negative hand, slowly untied the spear behind his back, put it in his hand, and walked out of the snow-white tent, "Although my father is gone, there is still me Xuanyuan Han in Xuanyuan Mansion." Just give it a try, what is "Divine Policy Thirteen"".

"You've learned?"

Xie Qinghou asked in astonishment.

"There are some things that you can't learn in a hundred years! But there are some things that you only need to look at and you can already know!"

Before Lu Han's words fell, the whole person had already risen into the sky, and then slammed down outside the Tianxuanguan, looking at the 100,000 iron horsemen who were charging, the spear swept in front of him, and straight drew a long line that stretched for dozens of miles, and then the spear was stunned, standing on his side, making a sound like thunder, majestic:

"Xuanyuan Mansion, the patriarch of Xuanyuan Mansion, is here, cross this line, and there is no mercy for killing!"

......

Tomb of the concubine.

Above the vast void, Lin Huang and Beilin Weiyang had been fighting for more than two quarters of an hour, and the entire heaven and earth had become a sea of rebellion that exploded, and countless sparks of smoke and dust were endless, making the people of the three sects and five mansions below stunned again and again.

With the passage of time, it is becoming more and more obvious that the forest will fall into a downwind.

On the top of the mountain, Jun Chengcheng looked at the two people who were fighting in the void, his jade hands were clenched blue, and he didn't dare to leave the forest wilderness for a moment.

Lin Huang in the war has been frowning.

He knew that Beilin Weiyang was strong.

But he never thought that Beilin Weiyang was more powerful than he imagined, and until now, he felt that Beilin Weiyang still had countless means that had not been used.

However, Lin Huang's anger is still the same, the fight is still the same, and the instant knife formed by the condensation of vitality in his hand has been broken twenty-seven handles, but Lin Huang is still supporting him to death, just like a sophisticated lone wolf, quietly waiting for Bei Lin Weiyang's flaws.

"Tsk, if you only have this little strength, then today's battle will end here!"

In the void, Bei Lin Weiyang's fists rumbled endlessly, and every punch fell, wrapped in the power of the long river, and fell on Lin Huang's body terrifyingly, "Before it ends, I will give you the first gift, I think you will like it very much!"

Bei Lin Weiyang's expression became more and more crazy, looking down on Lin Huang condescendingly, really like a living emperor.

But at the moment when Bei Lin Weiyang spoke, Lin Huang's body suddenly twisted in the void, and then suddenly turned into a blood line, appearing in front of Bei Lin Weiyang's body, looking at Bei Lin Weiyang's fists that quickly returned to defense, Lin Huang sneered, and the long knife appeared in his left hand at some point, and suddenly killed Bei Lin Weiyang's neck.

Clang.

The long knife was steep, carrying the cold and fierce of the supreme edge, and cut off Beilin Weiyang's neck.

However, the next moment, Lin Huang frowned, only to see Beilin Weiyang ignoring the blood spurting out of his neck, pointing at his broken neck, and laughing pervertedly: "Congratulations, after waiting for so long to kill me, you finally received this first gift!"